When we do quicken. Desdemona comes: Enter Desdemona and Emilia. If she be false, O, then heaven mocks itself!— I'll not believe it. Des. How now, my dear Othello? Your dinner, and the generous islanders By you invited, do attend your presence. Des. Why is your speech so faint? are you not Oth. I have a pain upon my forehead here. again: Let me but bind it hard, within this hour Oth. Your napkin is too little; [He puts the handkerchief from him, and it drops. Let it alone. Come, I'll go in with you. Des. I am very sorry that you are not well. [Exeunt Oth. and Des. Emil. I am glad, I have found this napkin; This was her first remembrance from the Moor: My wayward husband hath a hundred times Woo'd me to steal it: but she so loves the token, (For he conjur'd her, she should ever keep it,) That she reserves it evermore about her, To kiss, and talk to. I'll have the work ta'en out, . And give it Iago: What he'll do with it, heaven knows, not I; I nothing, but to please his fantasy. Enter Iago. Iago. How now! what do you here alone? Emil. Do not you chide; I have a thing for you. Iago. A thing for me?-it is a common thing. Emil. Ha! Iago. To have a foolish wife. Emil. O, is that all? What will you give me now For that same handkerchief? Iago. Emil. What handkerchief? What handkerchief? Why, that the Moor first gave to Desdemona; Emil. No, faith; she let it drop by negligence; And, to the advantage, I, being here, took't up. Look, here it is. Iago. A good wench; give it me. Emil. What will you do with it, that you have been so earnest To have me filch it? Iago. Why, what's that to you? [Snatching it. Emil. If it be not for some purpose of import, Give it me again: Poor lady! she'll run mad, When she shall lack it. Iago. Be not you known of't; I have use for it. Go, leave me. [Exit Emilia. I will in Cassio's lodging lose this napkin, Are, to the jealous, confirmations strong Burn like the mines of sulphur.-I did say so: Enter Othello. Look, where he comes! Not poppy, nor mandragora, Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world, Shall ever med'cine thee to that sweet sleep Which thou ow'dst yesterday. Oth. To me? Ha ha! false to me? Iago. Why, how now, general? no more of that. Oth. Avaunt! be gone! thou hast set me on the rack: I swear, 'tis better to be much abus'd, Than but to know't a little. Iago. How now, my lord? Oth. What sense had I of her stolen hours of lust? I saw it not, thought it not, it harm'd not me: He that is robb'd, not wanting what is stolen, Oth. I had been happy, if the general camp, So I had nothing known: O now, for ever, Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war! Iago. Is it possible?-My lord,— Oth. Villain, be sure thou prove my love a whore; Be sure of it; give me the ocular proof; [Taking him by the throat. Or, by the worth of mine eternal soul, Thou hadst been better have been born a dog, Iago. Is it come to this? Oth. Make me to see it; or (at the least) so prove it, That the probation bear no hinge, nor loop, To hang a doubt on: or, woe upon thy life! Iago. My noble lord,— Oth. If thou dost slander her, and torture me, Never pray more: abandon all remorse; On horror's head horrors accumulate: Do deeds to make heaven weep, all earth amaz'd, For nothing canst thou to damnation add, Greater than that. Iago. O grace! O heaven defend me! Are you a man? have you a soul, or sense?— God be wi' you; take mine office. O wretched fool, That liv'st to make thine honesty a vice! O monstrous world! Take note, take note, O world, I thank you for this profit; and, from hence, Oth. By the world, I think my wife be honest, and think she is not; Iago. I see, sir, you are eaten up with passion: I do repent me, that I put it to you. You would be satisfied? Oth. Would? nay, I will. Iago. And may: But, how? how satisfied, my lord? Would you, the supervisor, grossly gape on? Behold her tupp'd? Oth. Death and damnation! O! Iago. It were a tedious difficulty, I think, To bring them to that prospect: Damn them then, If ever mortal eyes do see them bolster, More than their own! What then? how then? What shall I say? Where's satisfaction? |