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Hath founded his good fortunes on your love;
Shared dangers with you.

Oth. The handkerchief——

Des. In sooth you are to blame.

Oth. Away!

[Exit Othello.

Manent DESDEMONA and EMILIA.

Emil. Is not this man jealous?

Des. I ne'er saw this before.

Sure there's some wonder in this handkerchief:
I'm most unhappy in the loss of it.

Emil. 'Tis not a year or two shews us a man : They are all but stomachs, and we all but food They eat us hungerly, and when they're full, They belch us. Look you, Cassio and my husband.

Enter IAGO and CASSIO..

Iago. There is no other way, 'tis she must do't; And lo, the happiness! go and importune her. Des. How now, good Cassio, what's the new s with you?

Cas. Madam, my former suit. I do beseech you, That by your virtuous means I may again

Exist, and be a member of his love,
Whom I, with all the office of my heart,
Entirely honour. I would not be delayed;
If my offence be of such mortal kind,

That not my service past, nor present sorrows,

Nor purposed merit in futurity,
Can ransom me into his love again,
But to know so must be my benefit:
So shall I cloath me in a forced content,
And shut myself up in 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 favour, as in humour altered.
So help me every spirit sanctified,

As I have spoken for you all my best;
And stood within the blank of his displeasure,
For my free speech! You must a-while be patient;
What I can do, I will: and more I will

Than for myself I dare. Let that suffice you,
my lord angry ?

Iago. Is

Emil. He went hence but now

And certainly in strange unquietness.

Iago. Can he be angry? I have seen the cannon When it hath blown his ranks into the air, And like the devil from his very arm

angry

Puft his own brother; and can he be ? Something of moment then; I will go meet him: There's matter in't indeed, if he be angry. [Exit. Manent DESDEMONA, EMILIA, and CASSIO. Des. I pr'ythee do so.-Something sure, of state Either from Venice, or some unhatched practice,

Made here demonstrable in Cyprus to him,
Hath puddled his clear spirit; and in such cases,
Men's natures wrangle with inferior things,
Tho' great ones are their object. 'Tis even so ;
For let our finger ake, and it endues

Our other healthful members with a sense

Of pain. Nay, we must think men are not gods;
Nor of them look for such observance always,
As fits the bridal. Beshrew me much, Æmilia,
I was (unhandsome warrior as I am,)
Arraigning his unkindness with my soul;
But now I find I had suborned the witness,
And he's indicted falsely.

Emil. Pray Heaven, it be

State-matter as you think; and no conception,
Nor jealous toy concerning you!

Des. Alas the day, I never gave him cause! Emil. But jealous souls will not be answered They are not ever-jealous for a cause; [so; But jealous, for they're jealous. It's a monster Begot upon itself, born on itself.

[mind!

Des. Heaven keep that monster from Othello's
Emil. Lady, amen.

[bout;

Des. I will go seek him. Cassio walk hereaIf I do find him fit, I'll move your suit, And seek t' effect it to my uttermost. Cas. I humbly thank your ladyship. [Exeunt Desdemona and Æmilia at one door, Cassio at the other.

SCENE changes to the Street before the Palace.

Re-enter Cassio meeting Bianca. (64)

Bian. Save you, friend Cassio.

Cas. What makes you from home?

How is it with you, my most fair Bianca ? Indeed, 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? Oh weary reckoning!

(64) Bianca, the outline of whose face in the moon constitutes that of Cassio also, who looks the opposite way, is composed of white light there, as implied by her name. She has the same prototype as Reynoldo in Hamlet, (fig. 65), and is herself drawn in

Fig. 106.

Cas. Pardon me, Bianca;

I have this while with leaden thoughts been press'd; But I shall in a more convenient time

Strike off this score of absence.

Sweet Bianca, [Giving her Desdemona's handkerchief.

Take me this work out.

Bian. Oh Cassio, whence came this? This is some token from a newer friend: Of thy felt absence now I feel a cause; Is't 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,

[brance? That this is from some mistress, some remem

No, in good troth, Bianca.

Bian. Why, whose is it?

[chamber;

Cas. I know not neither; I found it in my

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,
To have him see me womaned.

Bian. Why, I pray you

?

Cas. Not that I love you not.

Bian. But that you do not love me;

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