Oth. Avaunt; be gone! thou hast set me on God be with you: take mine office. - O wretched

That liv'st to make thine honesty a vice! —

O monstrous world! Take note, take note, O world,

Oth. What sense had I of her stolen hours of To be direct and honest is not safe.

Oth. Villain, be sure thou prove my love a Behold her tupped?

Iago. Nay, but be wise: yet we see nothing And will upon the instant put thee to 't :

SCENE IV.. The same.

Enter DESDEMONA, EMILIA, and Clown.

Des. Do you know, sirrah, where Lieutenant. Cassio lies?

Clo. I dare not say he lies any where.

Des. Why, man?

Oth. This argues fruitfulness and liberal heart: Hot, hot, and moist. This hand of yours requires A sequester from liberty, fasting and prayer,

Clo. He is a soldier; and for me to say a soldier Much castigation, exercise devout:

lies, is stabbing.

Des. Go to: where lodges he?

For here's a young and sweating devil here,
That commonly rebels. 'Tis a good hand;

Clo. To tell you where he lodges, is to tell you A frank one.

where I lie.

Des. Can anything be made of this?

Clo. I know not where he lodges; and for me to devise a lodging, and say he lies here, or he lies there, were to lie in my own throat.

Des. Can you inquire him out, and be edified by report?

Clo. I will catechise the world for him: that is, make questions, and by them answer.

Des. Seek him; bid him come hither: tell him I have moved my lord in his behalf, and hope all will be well..

Clo. To do this is within the compass of man's wit; and therefore I will attempt the doing it.

[Exit.

Des. Where should I lose that handkerchief,
Emilia?

Emil. I know not, madam.

Des. Believe me, I had rather have lost my

purse

Full of crusadoes. And but my noble Moor
Is true of mind, and made of no such baseness
As jealous creatures are, it were enough

To put him to ill thinking.

Emil.

Is he not jealous?

'T would make her amiable, and subdue my father

Des. Who, he? I think the sun where he was Entirely to her love: but if she lost it,

Des. I will not leave him now till Cassio

Be called to him. How is 't with you, my lord?

Enter OTHELLO.

Or made a gift of it, my father's eye

Should hold her loathly, and his spirits should

hunt

After new fancies. She, dying, gave it me:
And bid me, when my fate would have me wive,
To give it her. I did so and take heed of 't,
Make it a darling like your precious eye:

Oth. Well, my good lady : [Aside.] O hardness To lose or giv 't away, were such perdition

Des. Why do you speak so startingly and Entirely honor. I would not be delayed:
If my offense be of such mortal kind,

rash?

Oth. Is 't lost? is 't gone? Speak, is 't out of That neither service past, nor present sorrows,

Oth.

Fetch it; let me see it.

Des. Why, so I can, sir, but I will not now: This is a trick to put me from my suit.

I pray, let Cassio be received again.

Nor purposed merit in futurity,
Can ransom me into his love again,
But to know so must be my benefit:
So shall I clothe me in a forced content,
And shift myself upon some other course,

To fortune's alms.

Des.

Alas! thrice-gentle Cassio,
My advocation is not now in tune:

My lord is not my lord; nor should I know him
Were he in favor as in humor altered..

Oth. Fetch me that handkerchief. My mind So help me every spirit sanctified

The handkerchief?

Des. In sooth you are to blame.
Oth. Away!

Emil.

Is not this man jealous?
Des. I ne'er saw this before.
Sure there's some wonder in this handkerchief:

I am most unhappy in the loss of it.

When it hath blown his ranks into the air;

[Exit. And, like the devil, from his very arm
Puffed his own brother and can he be angry?
Something of moment, then. I will go meet him:
There's matter in 't indeed, if he be angry.
Des. I pr'y thee, do so. Something, sure, of
state,
[Exit IAGO.
Either from Venice, or some unhatched practice
Made démonstrable here in Cyprus to him,
Had puddled his clear spirit: and in such cases
Men's natures wrangle with inferior things,
Though great ones are their object. 'Tis even so:

Emil. 'Tis not a year or two shews us a

man:

They are all but stomachs, and we all but food:
They eat us hungrily, and when they are full,
They belch us. - Look you! Cassio and my hus-
band.

But now I find I had suborned the witness,

And he's indicted falsely.

Bian.

O, Cassio, whence came this? This is some token from a newer friend.

Emil. Pray heaven it be state matters, as you To the felt absence now I feel a cause:

think;

And no conception nor no jealous toy

Concerning you.

Des. Alas, the day! I never gave him cause.

Is it come to this? Well, well.

Cas.

Go to, woman!

Throw your vile guesses in the devil's teeth,

From whence you have them. You are jealous now

Emil. But jealous souls will not be answered so: That this is from some mistress, some remem

They are not ever jealous for the cause;

But jealous for they are jealous. 'Tis a monster
Begot upon itself, born on itself.

Des. Heaven keep that monster from Othello's
mind!

Emil. Lady, amen.

brance :

Des. I will go seek him. Cassio, walk here- (As like enough it will), I'd have it copied.

about:

If I do find him fit, I'll move your suit,
And seek to effect it to my uttermost.
Cas. I humbly thank your ladyship.
[Exeunt DESDEMONA and EMILIA.
Enter BIANCA.

Bian. Save you, friend Cassio!
Cas. What make you from home?
How is it with you, my most fair Bianca?
I' faith, sweet love, I was coming to your house.
Bian. And I was going to your lodging, Cassio.
What, keep a week away! seven days and nights;
Eight-score eight hours? and lovers' absent hours,
More tedious than the dial eight-score times:
O weary reckoning!