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Strike off this score of absence. Sweet Bianca,
[Giving her Desdemona's Handkerchief. Take me this work out.
Bian. Oh Casio, 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 guesses in the devil's teeth,
From whence you bave them. You are jealous now
That this is from some mistress, some 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 see me woman'd.
Bian. Why, I pray you?
Caf. Not that I love you not.
Bian. But that you do not love me ;
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 see
foon. Bian. 'Tis very good; I must be circumstanc'd.. [Exeunt.
J A Go.
ILL you think so:
Oth. Think so, Jago?
Jago. What, to kiss in private?
Oth. An unauthoriz'd kiss?
Fago. Or to be naked with her friend in bed,
An hour or more, not meaning any harm?
Oth. Naked in bed, Jago, and not mean harm?
* It is hypocrisie against the devil:
They that mean virtuously, and yet do so,
• The devil their virtue tempts, and they tempt heav’n.
Jago. If chey do nothing, 'tis a venial flip:
But if I give my wife a handkerchief-
Oih. What then?
Jago. Why then, 'tis her's, my lord, and being hers,
She may, I think, bestow't on any man.
0th She is protectress of her honour too;
May she give that?
F010. Her honour is an effence that's not seen,
They have it very oft, that have it not.
0,0 for che handkerchief --
??. By heav'n I would most gladly have forgot it;
rudt, ----oh, it comes o'er my memory,
wel che raven o’er th’infected house,
Boading to all, ---- he had my handkerchief.
Jago. Ay, what of that ?
Oth. That's not so good now.
Jago. What if I said, l'ad seen him do you wrong?
Or heard bim say, as knaves be such abroad,
Who having by their own importunate suit,
Or voluntary dotage of some 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 assurd,
No more than he'll unswear.
Oth. What hath he said?
Jago. Why, that he did -----I know not what he did ----
Oth. What? what?
Oth. With her?
Jago. With her? on her ---- what you will
Oth. Lye with her! lye on her! lye with her! that's fulsom: handkerchief ---- Confessions ------ Handkerchief ------ * I tremble at it
Nature would not invest her self in such shadowing
without some instruction. It is not wtords that shake me thus
pish ----Noses, ears, and lips ----- is't possible! confess!
handkerchief ! ----Oh devil
[Falls in a Trance,
Jago. Work on,
My medicine works! thus credulous fools are caught;
And many worthy and chast dames even thus
All guiltless meet reproach. What hoa! my lord!
My lord, I say, Oihello.
* Handkerchief to confess, and be hang'd for his labour - First, to
be hang'd, and then to confess No hint of this trash in the 1st edit.
Enter Callio, How now, Casio?
Caf. What's the matter?
Jago. My lord is falo into an epilepsie, This is the second fit; he had one yesterday.
Caf, Rub him about the temples.
Jago. No, forbear, The lethargy must have his quiet course; If not, he foams at mouth, and by and by Breaks out to savage madness: look, he stirs. Do you withdraw your self a little while, He will recover straight; when he is gone, I would on great occasion speak with you. [Exit Caffio. How is it, General ? have you not hurt your
? 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 confess 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 (wear peculiar. Your case is better.
Ob, 'tis the spight of hell, the fiend's arch-mock,
To lip a wanton in a secure couch ;
And to suppose her chast. No, let me know,
And knowing what I am, I know what she shall be.
Oth. Oh, thou art wise ; 'tis certain.
Jago. Stand you a while apart,
Confine your self but in a patient list.
Whilst you were here, o’er-whelmed with your grief
(A passion most ‘unfitting such a man)
Casio came hither. I shifted him away,
And laid good ’scuses on your ecstasie;
Bad him anon return, and here speak with me;
The which he promis’d. Do but encave your self,
And mark the fleers, the gibes and notable scoras,
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 spleen,
And nothing of a man.
Oth. Dost thou hear, Jago,
I will be found most cunning in my patience ;
But, dost thou hear, most bloody.
Jago. That's not amiss;
But yet keep time in all. Will you withdraw?
Now will I question Casio of Bianca,
A huswife, that by selling her desires,
Buys her self bread and cloth. It is a creature
That dotes on Casio, as 'tis the strumpet's plague
To beguile many, and be beguild by one ;
He, when he hears of her, cannot refrain
From the excess of laughter. Here he comes.