Def. Why, this is not a boon: 'Tis as I fhould entreat you wear your gloves, To your own perfon. Nay, when I have fuit Oth. I will deny thee nothing. Def. Shall I deny you? no: farewel, my Lord. Oth. Farewel, my Defdemona, I'll come ftraight. Def. Emilia, come; be as your fancies teach you; Whate'er you be, I am obedient. [Exeunt. Oth. Excellent wench! perdition catch my foul, But I do love thee; and when I love thee not, Chaos is come again. Iago. My noble Lord! Oib. What doft thou fay, Iago? Iago. Did Michael Caffio, when you woo'd my Lady, Know of your love? Oth. He did from first to laft; why doft thou ask? No further harm. Oth. Why of thy thought, Iago? Jago. I did not think he'd been acquainted with it, Iago. (a) The word Wench heretofore carried in it a fenfe no ways fcornful or difparaging, fuch as modern times have annex'd to it: It fignified a young woman, often an amiable woman, fo that fome have thought it a corruption only from the aword Venus. In the play of Antony and Cleopatra A 2. Sc. 3. it is thus ufed: Cleopatra is called, Royal Wench! and in this Play again A& 5. Sc. 9. O ill ftarr'd Wench! So in Fletcher's Bloody Brother Rollo in the midst of his moft paffionate and respectful addreffes to Edith calls her Wench. A&t 5. Sc. 2. 5 wretch ... old edit. Theob, emend. Oth. O yes, and went between us very oft. Iago. Indeed? Oth. Indeed! ay, indeed. Difcern'ft thou aught of that? Is he not honeft? Iago. Honeft, my Lord! Oth. Honeft! ay, honeft. Iago. My Lord, for aught I know. Oth. What doft thou think? Iago. Think, my Lord? [me; Oib. Think, my Lord! why, by heav'n, thou echo'st As if there were fome monster in thy thought Too hideous to be fhewn. Thou doft mean fomething: In my whole courfe of wooing; thou cry'dft, indeed? Some horrible conceit: if thou doft love me, Iago. My Lord, you know I love you, And for I know thou'rt full of honesty,` And weigh'ft thy words before thou giv'ft them breath, 7 Are tricks of cuftom; but in a man that's juft, Iago. For Michael Caffio, I dare be fworn, I think, that he is honest. Iago. Men fhould be what they feem. Or those that be not, would they might feem none! I pray 6 of love and honesty, 7 cold dilations or close denotements thee speak to me as to thy thinkings, As thou doft ruminate; and give thy worst Of thoughts the worst of words. I pray Iago. Good my Lord, pardon me. Tho' I am bound to every act of duty,.. I am not bound to that all flaves are free to; - Utter my thoughts! Why, fay they're vile and falfe, Keep leets and law-days, and in feffions fit With meditations lawful? Oth. Thou doft confpire against thy friend, lago, If thou but think'ft him wrong'd, and mak'ft his ear A ftranger to thy thoughts. 1go. I do befeech you, 'Caufe I perchance am vicious in my guess: Your wifdom would not build your felf a trouble Oth. What doft thou mean? Iago. Good name in man and woman, dear my Lord, Is the immediate jewel of their fouls. Who fteals my purfe fteals trafh, 'tis fomething, nothing; 'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been flave to thousands; But he that filches from me my good name, Robs me of that, which not enriches him, Oth. I'll know thy thoughts Iago. You cannot, if my heart were in your hand; Nor fhall not, whilft 'tis in my cuftody. Though Oib. Oth. Ha! Iago. Oh, beware, my Lord, of jealousie : Who dotes, yet doubts; fufpects, yet ftrongly loves! Iago. Poor and content, is rich, and rich enough; To him that ever fears he fhall be poor. Good heaven the fouls of all my tribe defend Oth. Why? why is this? Think'ft thou I'd make a life of jealoufie? With fresh fufpicions? No; to be once in doubt is To fuch exfuffolate and blown furmifes, Iago. I'm glad of this; for now I fhall have reafon 9 mock ..Out I once 2 exufflicate 3 or... old edit. Warb, emend. Out of felf-bounty be abus'd; look to't. They dare not fhew their husbands; their beft confcience Oth. Doft thou fay fo? Iago. She did deceive her father, marrying you; And when the feem'd to fhake, and fear your looks, She lov'd them moft. Oth. And fo fhe did. Iago. Go to then ; She that fo young could give out fuch a feeming He thought 'twas witchcraft-but I'm much to blame: I humbly do befeech you of your pardon, For too much loving you. Oth. I'm bound to you for ever. Iago. I fee this hath a little dash'd your spirits. lago. Trust me, I fear it has: I hope you will confider what is fpoke Comes from my love. But I do fee you're mov'd I am to pray you not to ftrain my speech To groffer iffues, nor to larger reach, Than to fufpicion. Oth. I will not. lago. Should you do fo, my Lord, My fpeech would fall into fuch vile fuccefs, Which my thoughts aim not at. Caffio's my worthy friend. My Lord, I fee you're mov'd Oth. No, not much mov'd I do not think but Defdemona's honeft. Jago. Long live fhe fo; and long live you to think fo! Oth. And yet how nature erring from it felf lago. Ay, there's the point; -as (to be bold with you) Not to affect many propofed matches Of her own clime, complexion and degree, Foh! |