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 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 Bian. Why, I pray you? Bian. But that you do not love me; I pray you bring me on the way a little, 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. C W T 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? 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? They that mean virtuously, and yet do so, The devil their virtue tempts, and they tempt heav'n. 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, 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 - 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, 1114 [Falls in a Trance, My medicine works! thus credulous fools are caught; All guiltless meet reproach. What hoa! my lord! *Handkerchief First, to to confefs, and be hang'd for his labour. 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; 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? 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. 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, Whilst you were here, o'er-whelmed with your grief Bad him anon return, and here fpeak with me; For I will make him tell the tale anew; Oth. Doft thou hear, Jago, I will be found most cunning in my patience; 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 Here he comes. V O L. VI. Aaaa SCENE a refulting. |