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Jago. Ply Desdemonå well, and you are sure on't. Some Charity to my Wit, da altomer; prithee bear
Oih. Dost thou hear, Jago.
Jago. That's not amiss ;
[Ochello withdrawi sa
Caf. The worser, that you gave me the Addition,
[Speaking lower. How quickly should you speed ?
Caf. Alas, poor Caitiff.
I ago. I' never knew a Woman love Man so.
Oth. Now he importunes him
Jago. She gives it out, that you Thall marry her.
Caf. Ha, ha, ha.
do not think it So unwhollome. Ha, ha, ha..
Orb. So, so: They laugh chat win.
Jago. Why, the cry goes, that you shall marry her. Vol. v.
Caf. Prithee fay true.
Caf. This is the Monkey's own giving out:
Oth. Jago beckons me : Now he begins the Story.
Caf. She was here even now; the haunts me in every place. I was the other Day talking on the Sea Bank with certain to netians, and thicber comes the Bauble, and falls me thus & bout my Neck
Oth. Crying, oh dear Caffio, as it were : His gesture im
Caf. So hangs, and lolls, and weeps upon me, So shakes, and pulls me. Ha, ha, ha
Oth. Now he tells how she plucke him to my Chamber : Oh, I see that Nose of yours, but not that Dog 1 fhall throw it to.
Cas. Well, I must leave her Company.
Bian. Let the Devil and his Damo haunt you ; what did you mean by that same Handkerchief you gave me even now? I was a fine Fool to take it : I must take out the work? A likely piece of work, that you should find it in your Chamber, and know not who left it there. This is fome Minxe's token, and I muft take out the work ? There, give it your Hobbey-Horse : Wheresoever you had it, I'll take out no work on't.
Caf. How now, my, sweet Bianca ?, How now? How now?
Oth. By Heav'n, that should be my Handkerchief.
Bian. If you'll come to Supper to Night, you may ; il you will not, come when you are next prepared for. [Exit
. Fago. After her, after her. Caf. I must, she'll rail in the Streets elle. Jago. Will you Sup there? Ens. Yes, I intend so.
, I may chance to sec you; for I would very fain speak with you.
Caj. Prithee come, will you?
Oth. Ob, Fago!
Jago. Yours, by this Hand : And to see how he prizes the foolish Woman your Wife-She gave it him, and he he hath given it his Whore.
Oth, I would have him nine Years a killing : A fine Woman ! a fair Woman ! a sweet Woman!
Jago. Nay, you must forget that. 0 Oth. Ay, let her rot and perish, and be damn'd to Night;
for she shall not live. No, my Heart is curn’d to Stone : I strike it, and it hurts my Hand, Oh, the World hath not a sweeter Creature. She might lye by an Emperor's Gde, and command him Tasks.
Jago. Nay, that's not your way,
Otk. Hang her, I do but fay what she is .fo de licate with her NeedleAn admirable Musician. Oh, she will fing the Savageness out of a Bear : Of fo high a plenteous Wit, and Invention !
Fago. She's the worse for all this.
Otb. Oh, a thousand, a thousand times: And then of so gentle a Condition !
Fago. Ay, too gentle.
Oih. Nay that's certailt. But
yet the pity of it, Jago---Oh, Jago, the pity of it, I agoona
Jago. If you are fo fond over her Iniquity : Give her Patend to offend, for if it touch not you, it comes near no Body.
Oth. I will chop her inco Melles : Cuckold me !
Oih. Gee me some Poison, Fago, this Night. I'll not expoftulate with her, left her Body and her Beauty un provide my Mind again : This Night, Jago.
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Jago. Do it not with Poison, Itrangle her in her. Bed,
Oih. Good, good :
Fago. And for Callir, let me be his undertaker:
Enter Lodovico, Desdemona, and Attendants.
Fago. I warrant something from Venice,
[Gives him a Letter,
Jago. I am very glad to see you, Signior.
Lod. I thank you ; how does Lieutenant Caffio?:
Def. Cousin, there's faln between him ard my Lord
Oth. Are you sure of that?
Lod. He did not call; he's bufie in the Paper.
Def. A most unhappy one ; I would do much
Oth. Fire and Brimstone!
Lod. May be the Letter mov'd him.
Des. Trust me, I am glad on't.
Def. Why, sweet Othello ?.
Lod. My Lord, this would not be believ'd in Venice,
Oth, Oh Devil, Devil!
(Going. Lod. Truly obedient Lady : I do beseech your Lordship call her back,
Oth. I ! you did wish that I would make her turn :
get you away!
[Exit Def. Cassio shall have my place. And, Sir, to night I do entreat, that we may Sup together. You are welcome, Sir, co Cyprus Goats and Monkies!
[Exit. Lod. Is this the Noble Moor, whom our full Senate Call all in all sufficient? Is this the Nature Whom Pallion could not shake? Whose folid Virtue The Shot of Accident, nor Dart of Chance Could neither graze, nor pierce ?
Jago. He is much charig'd. Lod. Are his Wits safe? Is he not of light Brain ? Jago. He's that he is ; I may not breath my Cenfure, What he might be, if what he might, he is not, I would to Heav'n he were. Lodi Whit, strike his Wife !