Foh! one may fmell, in fuch, a will moft rank, Oth. Farewel, farewel; If more thou doft perceive, let me know more: Iago. My Lord, I take Oth. Why did I marry? my This honeft creature, doubtlefs, Sees, and knows more, much more than he unfolds. Iago. My Lord, I would I might intreat your Honour To fcan this thing no farther; leave it to time: Altho' 'tis fit that Caffio have his place, For fure he fills it up with great ability, Yet if you please to put him off a while, You fhall by that perceive him, and his means; Note if your lady ftrain his entertainment With any ftrong, or vehement importunity; Much will be feen in that. In the mean time, Let me be thought too bufie in my fears, (As worthy cause I have to fear I am,) And hold her free, I do beseech your Honour. Oth. Fear not my government. Iago. I once more take my leave. Oth. This fellow's of exceeding honefty, [Exit. And And have not thofe foft parts of conversation Even then, this forked plague is fated to us Enter Defdemona and Emilia. If fhe be falfe, oh then heav'n mocks it felf: Def. How now, my dear Othello? Def. Why do you speak fo faintly? Are you not well? Oth. I have a pain upon my forehead here. Def. Why, that's with watching, 'twill away again; Let me but bind it hard, within this hour [She drops her handkerchief. Let it alone: come, I'll go in with you. Def. I am very forry that you are not well. [Exeunt. Emil. I am glad I have found this 'napkin here: > This was her first remembrance from the Moor; 4 napkin: My My wayward husband hath a hundred times What he'll do with it, heav'n knows, not I: Enter Iago. Iago. How now? what do you here alone? It is a common thing Emil. Ha? Iago. To have a foolish wife. Emil. Oh, is that all? what will you give me now For that fame handkerchief? Iago. What handkerchief? Emil. What handkerchief? Why, that the Moor first gave to Desdemona, Emil. No; but the let it drop by negligence, Iago. A good wench, give it me. Emil. What will you do with't, you have been so earnest To have me filch it? Iago. Why, what's that to you? [Snatching it. Emil. If't be not for fome purpose of import, Iago. Be not you known on't: [Exit Emilia. As As proofs of holy writ. This may do fomething. Burn like the mines of fulphur. I did fay fo, [Obferving Othello feemingly disturb'i. SCENE Enter Othello. VIII. Look, where he comes! Not poppy, nor mandragora, Shall ever medicine thee to that fweet sleep, Oth. Ha! falfe to me! Iago. Why, how now, General? no more of that. Oth. Avant, be gone; thou'ft fet me on the rack. I swear 'tis better to be much abus'd, Than but to know a little. Iago. How, my Lord? Oth. What fenfe had I, in her ftol'n hours of luft? He that is robb'd, not wanting what is ftol'n, Oth. I had been happy, if the general camp, 5 hadit Pride, Pride, pomp, and circumftance of glorious war! Oth. Villain, be fure thou prove my love a whore; [Catching hold on him. Or by the worth of mine eternal foul, Thou hadst been better have been born a dog, Iago. Is't come to this? Oth. Make me to fee't, or at the leaft, fo prove it, Oth. If thou doft flander her, and torture me, On horror's head horrors accumulate; Do deeds to make heav'n weep, all earth amaz'd; Greater than that. Iago. Oh grace! oh heav'n defend me! O monstrous world! take note, take note, oh world, I thank you for this profit, and from hence Iago. I fhould be wife, for honefty's a fool, Oth. By the world, I think my wife is honeft, and think she is not; VOL. VI. As |