Till that a capable, and wide Revenge Swallow them up. Now by yond marble Heav'n, In the due reverence of a facred Vow, I here engage my Words --- Jago. Do not rife yet: Witness your ever-burning Lights above, The Execution of his Wit, Hands, Heart, [He kneels. [Jago kneels. Let him command, And to obey shall be in me remorse, What bloody Business ever. Oth. I greet thy Love, Not with vain Thanks, but with acceptance bounteous, Within thefe three Days let me hear thee fay, That Caffio's not alive. Jago. My Friend is dead: 'Tis done at your request. But let her live, Oth. Damn her lewd Minx! O damn her, damn her! Come go with me apart, I will withdraw To furnish me with fome fwift means of Death my Lieutenant. [Exeunt. For the fair Devil. Now art thou lyes? Clown. I dare not fay he lies any where. Def. Why Man? Clown. He's a Soldier, and for me to fay a Soldier lies, 'tis ftabbing. Def. Go to; where lodges he? Clown. To tell you where he lodges, is to tell you where I lie. Def. Can any thing be made of this? Clown. I know not where he lodges, and for me to devife a Lodging, and fay he lyes here, or he lyes there, were to lie in mine own Throat. Def. Can you enquire him out? and be edified by report ? Clown, Clown. I will Catechize the World for him, that is, make Questions, and by them Anfwer. Def. Seek him, bid him come hither; tell him, I have mov'd my Lord on his behalf, and hope all will be well. Clown. To do this, is within the Compafs of Man's Wit, and therefore I will attempt the doing of it. [Exit Clown. Def. Where should I lofe the Handkerchief, Amilia? Amil. I know not, Madam. Def. Believe me, I had rather have loft my purfe Emil. Is he not Jealous? Def. Who he? I think the Sun where he was born, Drew all fuch Humors from him. Emil. Look where he comes. Def. I will not leave him now, 'till Caffio be Call to him. How is't with you, my Lord? Enter Othello. Oth. Well, my good Lady. Oh hardness to diffemble ! How do you, Desdemona? Def. Well, my good Lord. Oth. Give me your Hand; this Hand is moift, my Lady. Def. It yet hath felt no Age, nor known no Sorrow. Oth. This argues Fruitfulness, and liberal Heart; Hot, hot, and moift this hand of yours requires A fequefter from Liberty; Fafting, and Prayer, Much Caftigation, Exercife devout, For here's a young and fweating Devil here, Def. You may, indeed, fay fo; For 'twas that Hand that gave away my Heart. Def. I cannot speak of this; come, now your Promife. Def. I have fent to bid Caffio come fpeak with you. Len Lend me thy Handkerchief. Def. Here, my Lord. Oth. That which I gave you. Def. Na indeed, my Lord, Oth. That's a fault. That Handkerchief The Thoughts of People. She told her, while fhe kept it, Or made a Gift of it, my Father's Eye Def. Is't poffible? Oth. 'Tis true; there's Magick in the Web of it; A Sybill that had numbred in the World The Sun to courfe two hundred Compaffes, In her prophetick Fury fow'd the work : The Worms were hallowed, that did breed the Silk, Def. Indeed! is't true? Oth. Moft veritable, therefore look to't well. Def. Why do you speak fo ftartingly, and rafh? Oth. Is't loft? is't gone? Speak, is't out o'th' way? Def. Blefs us! Oth. Say you? Def. It is not loft; but what and if it were? Oth. How? Def. I fay it is not loft. Oth. Fetch't, let me fee't. Def. Def. Why fo I can, Sir, but I will not now: Oth. Fetch me the Handkerchief gives my mind mif Def. Come, come; you'll never meet a more fufficient Man. Oth. The Handkerchief Def. A Man that all his time Hath founded his good Fortunes on your Love ; Shar'd Dangers with you. Oth. The Handkerchief Def. Infooth, you are to blame. Oth. Away. Amil. Is not this Man jealous? Def. I never faw this before. [Exit Othello, Sure there's fome wonder in this Handkerchief, I am most unhappy in the lofs of it. Emil. 'Tis not a Year or two fhews us a Man: They are all but Stomachs, and we all but Food, They eat us hungerly, and when they are full They belch us. Enter Jago, and Caffio. Look you, Caffio, and my Husband. Jago, There is no other way, 'tis fhe must do't ; And lo the happiness; go and importune her. Def. How now, good Caffie, what's the News with you? Caf. Madam, my former Suit. I do befeech you, Can ranfom me into his Love again; Def Def. Alas! thrice gentle Caffio, My Lord, is not my Lord; nor fhould I know him, As I have fpoken for you all my beft, Amil. He went hence but now ; Jago. Can he be angry? I have feen the Canon, Def. I prethee do fo. Something fure of State, Our other healthful Members, even to a Senfe Arraigning his unkindnefs with my Soul; Amil. Pray Heav'n it be Satc-matters, as you think, and no Conception, Def. Alas-the-day, I never gave him Cause. They are not ever jealous for the Caufe, [Exit. Bur |