Though great ones are their object. 'Tis even so: For let our finger ache, and it indues Our other healthful members ev'n to that sense Of pain. Nay, we must think, men gods; Nor of them look for such observances are not As fit the bridal. Beshrew me much, Emilia, Arraigning his unkindness with my soul; But now I find, I had suborn'd the witness, And he's indited falsely. Emi. Pray heaven, it be state matters, as you think; And no conception, nor no jealous toy, Concerning you. Des. Alas, the day! I never gave him cause. Emi. But jealous souls will not be answer'd so: They are not ever jealous for the cause, But jealous for they are jealous: 'tis a monster, Des. Heaven keep that monster from Othello's mind! Emi. Lady, amen. Des. I will go seek him.-Cassio, walk here about: If I do find him fit, I'll move your suit, And seek to effect it to my uttermost. [Exeunt Desdemona and Emilia. Enter BIANCA. Bian. Save you, friend Cassio! Cas. What makes you from home? How is it with you, my most fair Bianca ? I' faith, sweet love, I was coming to your house. Cas. Pardon me, Bianca; I have this while with leaden thoughts been press'd; But I shall, in a more continuate time,1 Strike off this score of absence. Sweet Bianca, [giving her Desdemona's handkerchief. Take me this work out.2 Bian. O Cassio, whence came this? This is some token from a newer friend: 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, That this is from some mistress, some remembrance. No, in good troth, Bianca. ii. e. time less interrupted, more my own. Bian. Why, whose is it? Cas. I know not, sweet: I found it in my chamber. I like the work well: ere it be demanded, (As like enough, it will) I'd have it copied : Take it, and do 't; and leave me for this time. Bian. Leave you! wherefore? Cas. I do attend here on the general; And think it no addition, nor my wish, Bian. Why, I pray you? Cas. Not, that I love you not. But that you do not love me. I pray you, bring me on the way a little ; And say, if I shall see you soon at night. Cas. 'Tis but a little way that I can bring you, For I atttend here: but I'll see you soon. Bian. 'Tis very good; I must be circumstanced.1 [Exeunt. Give way to circumstances. Iago. Or to be naked with her friend abed An hour or more, not meaning any harm ? Oth. Naked abed, Iago, and not mean harm? It is hypocrisy against the devil. They that mean virtuously, and yet do so, The devil their virtue tempts, and they tempt heaven. Iago. So they do nothing, 'tis a venial slip : But if I give my wife a handkerchief, Oth. What then? Iago. Why, then 'tis hers, my lord; and, being hers, She may, I think, bestow 't on any man. Oth. She is protectress of her honor too; May she give that? Iago. Her honor is an essence that's not seen; They have it very oft, that have it not: But, for the handkerchief, Oth. By heaven, I would most gladly have forgot it: Thou saidst,-O, it comes o'er my memory, As doth the raven o'er the infected house, Oth. That's not so good, now. Iago. What, if I had said, I had seen him do you wrong? Or heard him say,- -as knaves be such abroad, 2 Convinced or supplied 3 them, cannot choose Oth. Hath he said any thing? Iago. He hath, my lord; but, be you well assured, No more than he'll unswear. Oth. What hath he said? Iago. Faith, that he did,-I know not what he did. Oth. What? what? Iago. Lie Oth. Iago. With her? With her, on her; what you will. Oth. Lie with her! lie on her!-We say, lie on her, when they belie her. Lie with her! that's fulsome. Handkerchief,-confessions,-handkerchief. 2 Overcome. 1 The raven was thought to be a constant attendant on a house infected with the plague. 3 Old spelling of suppled, e. softened. |