Strike off this score of abfence. Sweet Bianca,

Take me this work out.

[Giving her Desdemona's Handkerchief.

Bian. Oh Caffio, whence came this? This is fome token from a newer friend: Of thy felt absence, now I feel a cause: Is't come to this? well, well.

Caf. Go to, woman;

Throw your vile gueffes in the devil's teeth,

From whence you have them. You are jealous now
That this is from fome mistress, fome remembrance?
No, in good troth, Bianca.

Bian. Why, whose is it?

Caf. I know not neither; 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?

Caf. I do attend here on the General,

And think it no addition, nor my wish
To have him fee me woman'd.

Bian. Why, I pray you?
Caf. Not that I love you not.

Bian. But that you do not love me;

I pray you bring me on the way a little,
And say, if I shall see you foon at night?

Caf. 'Tis but a little way that I can bring you,

For I attend here. But I'll fee you foon.

Bian. 'Tis very good; I must be circumstanc'd..

[Exeunt.

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ACT IV. SCENE I

A Rome of State.

Enter Othello, and Jago.

JAGO.

ILL you think so?

Oth. Think fo, fago?

Jago. What, to kiss in private?
Oth. An unauthoriz'd kifs?

Jago. Or to be naked with her friend in bed,

An hour or more, not meaning any harm?

Oth. Naked in bed, Fago, and not mean harm?
It is hypocrifie against the devil:

They that mean virtuously, and yet do so,

The devil their virtue tempts, and they tempt heav'n.
Fago. If they do nothing, 'tis a venial slip:

But if I give my wife a handkerchief-

Oth. What then?

Jago. Why then, 'tis her's, my lord, and being hers,

She may, I think, bestow't on any man.

Oth She is protectress of her honour too;

May the give that ?

Jago. Her honour is an effence that's not seen, They have it very oft, that have it not.

But for the handkerchief-

2. By heav'n I would moft gladly have forgot it; Thou no fudst, ---- oh, it comes o'er my memory,

Moth the raven o'er th' infected house,

Boading

Boading to all, ---- he had my handkerchief.

Fago. Ay, what of that?

Oth. That's not fo good now.

Jago. What if I faid, l'ad seen him do you wrong?

Or heard him say, as knaves be such abroad,
Who having by their own importunate suit,
Or voluntary dotage of fome mistress,
Convinced or supplied them, cannot chuse
But they must blab.

Oth. Hath he said any thing?

Jago. He hath, my lord; but be you well affur'd,

No more than he'll unfwear.

Oth. What hath he faid?

Jago. Why, that he did -----I know not what he did ----Oth. What? what?

Jago. Lye

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Oth. With her?

Jago. With her? on her ----what you will

Oth. Lye with her! lye on her! lye with her! that's fulfom: handkerchief---- Confeffions- Handkerchief ------ * I tremble

at it-- Nature would not invest her self in fuch fhadowing

without some instruction. It is not wtords that shake me thus pish ----Noses, ears, and lips----- is't poffible! confefs! handkerchief! ---- Oh devil

Jago. Work on,

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[Falls in a Trance,

My medicine works! thus credulous fools are caught;
And many worthy and chaft dames even thus

All guiltless meet reproach. What hoa! my lord!
My lord, I fay, Othello..

*Handkerchief

First, to

to confefs, and be hang'd for his labour.
No hint of this trash in the 1ft edit.

be hang'd, and then to confess

SCENE

How now, Caffio?

SCENE II

Caf. What's the matter?

Enter Caffio.

Jago. My lord is faln into an epilepfie, This is the second fit; he had one yesterday. Caf. Rub him about the temples.

Jago. No, forbear,

The lethargy muft have his quiet course;
If not, he foams at mouth, and by and by?
Breaks out to savage madness:
Do you withdraw your felf a little while,

look, he ftirs.

[Exit Caffio.

He will recover ftraight; when he is gone,

I would on great occafion speak with you.

How is it, General? have you not hurt your head?
Oth. Doft thou mock me?

Jago. I mock you not, by heav'n;

Would you would bear your fortune like a man.

Oth. A horned man's a monster and a beast.

Jago. There's many a beast then in a populous city, And many a civil monster.

Oth. Did he confefs it?

Jago. Good Sir, be a man:

Think every bearded fellow that's but yoak'd

May draw with you. Millions are now alive,

That nightly lye in those unproper beds,

Which they dare fwear peculiar. Your cafe is better.
Oh, 'tis the fpight of hell, the fiend's arch-mock,

To lip a wanton in a fecure couch;

And to fuppofe her chaft. No, let me know,

And knowing what I am, I know what the fhall be.

Oth. Oh, thou art wife; 'tis certain.

Jago.

Jago. Stand you a while apart,
Conf.ne your self but in a patient list.

Whilst you were here, o'er-whelmed with your grief
(A paffion most unfitting such a man)
Caffio came hither. I fhifted him away,
And laid good 'scuses on your ecstasie;

Bad him anon return, and here fpeak with me;
The which he promis'd. Do but encave your self,
And mark the fleers, the gibes and notable scorns,
That dwell in every region of his face.

For I will make him tell the tale anew;
Where, how, how oft, how long ago, and when
He hath, and is again to cope your wife.
I say, but mark his gesture. Marry patience,
Or I shall say you're all in all in fpleen,
And nothing of a man.

Oth. Doft thou hear, Jago,

I will be found most cunning in my patience;
But, doft thou hear, most bloody.

Fago. That's not amiss;

But yet keep time in all. Will you withdraw?

Now will I question Caffio of Bianca,

A hufwife, that by felling her defires,

[Othello withdraws.

Buys her self bread and cloth. It is a creature
That dotes on Caffio, as 'tis the ftrumpet's plague
To beguile many, and be beguil'd by one;
He, when he hears of her, cannot refrain
From the excess of laughter.

Here he comes.

V O L. VI.

Aaaa

SCENE

a refulting.