Oth. Look, how he laughs already! [Aside. Iago. I never knew a woman love man so. Cas. Alas, poor rogue! I think, i'faith, she

loves me.

Oth. Now he denies it faintly, and laughs it [Aside.

Out.

Iago. Do you hear, Cassio?

Oth. Now he importunes him

To tell it o'er: Go to; well said, well said.

[Aside. Iago. She gives out, that you shall marry

her:

Do you intend it?

Cas. Ha, ha, ha!

Oth. Do you triumph, Roman? do you triumph?

Cas. I marry her!

[Aside.

what? a customer! I pr'ythee, bear some charity to my wit; do not think it so unwholesome. Ha, ha, ha!

ry

Oth. So, so, so, so: They laugh, that win.

[Aside.

Iago. 'Faith, the cry goes, that you shall mar

her.

Cas. Pr'ythee, say true.

Ingo. I am very villain else.

Oth. Have you scored me? Well.

[Aside.

Cas. This is the monkey's own giving out: she is persuaded I will marry her, out of her own love and flattery, not out of my promise.

Oth. story.

Iago beckons me; now he begins the

Aside.

Cas. She was here even now; she haunts me in every place. I was, the other day, talking on the seabank with certains Venetians; and thither

comes the bauble; by this hand, she falls thus about my neck;

Oth. Crying, O. dear Cassio! as it were; his gesture imports it. [Aside. Cas. So bangs, and lolls, and weeps upon me; so hales, and pulls me: ha, ha, ha!

Oth. Now he tells, how she pluck'd him to my chamber: O, I see that nose of yours, but not that dog I shall throw it to.

Cas. Well, I must leave her company.

[Aside.

Iagó. Before me! look, where she comes.

Enter BIANCA.

Cas. 'Tis such another fitchew! marry, a per-
What do you mean by this haunt-

fumed one. ing of me?

Bian. Let the devil and his dam haunt you! What did you mean by that same handkerchief, you gave me even now? I was a fine fool to take it. 1 must take out the whole work? A likely piece of work, that you should find it in your chamber, and not know who left it there! This is some minx's token, and I must take out the work? There, give it your hobby-horse: wheresoever you had it, I'll take out no work

on't.

Cas. How now, my sweet Bianca? how now? how now?

Oth. By heaven, that should be my handkerchief! [Aside. Bian. An you'll come to supper to-night, you may: an you will not, come when you are next prepared for.

Iago. After her, after her.

[Exit.

Cas. 'Faith, I múst, she'll rail in the street else.

Iago. Will you sup there?

Cas. 'Faith, I intend so.

Iago. Well, I may chance to see you; for I would very fain speak with you.

Cas. Pr'ythee, come; Will you?

Iago. Go to; say no more.

[Exit CASSIO.

Oth. How shall I murder him, Iago?

Iago. Did you perceive how he laugh'd at his vice?

Oth. O, Iago!

Iago. And did you see the handkerchief?
Oth. Was that mine?

Iago. Yours, by this hand and to see how he prizes the foolish woman, your wife! she gave it him, and he hath given it his whore.

Oth. I would have him nine years a kill ing: A fine woman! a fair woman! a sweet

woman!

Iago. Nay, you must forget that.

Oth. Ay, let her rot, and perish, and be damn'd to-night; for she shall not live: No, my heart is turn'd to stone; I strike it, and it hurts my hand. O, the world hath not a sweeter creature: she might lie by an emperor's side, and command him tasks.

Iago. Nay, that's not your way.

Oth. Hang her! I do but say what she is: So delicate with her needle!

An admirable musician! O, she will sing the savageness out of a bear! Of so high and plenteous wit and invention!

Iago. She's the worse for all this.

Oth. O, a thousand, a thousand times: then, of so gentle a condition!

Iago.. Ay, too gentle.

And

Oth. Nay, that's certain: But yet the pity of it, Iago! O, Iago, the pity of it, Iago!

Iago. If you are so fond over her iniquity, give her patent to offend; for, if it touch not you, it comes near nobody.

Oth. I will chop her into messes:

me!

Jago. O, 'tis foul in her.

Oth. With mine officer!

Iago. That's fouler.

Cuckold

Oth. Get me some poison, Iago; this night: I'll not expostulate with her, lest her body and beauty unprovide my mind again : this night,

Iago.

Iago. Do it not with poison; strangle her in her bed, even the bed she hath contaminated. Oth. Good, good: the justice of it pleases; very good.

Iago. And, for Cassio, let me be his undertaker: You shall hear more by midnight. [4 trumpet within.

Iago. Something from Venice, sure. 'Tis Lo

dovico,

Come from the duke: and, see, your wife is with him.

Enter LODOVICO, DESDEMONA, and Attendants.

Lod. God save you, worthy general!

Oth. With all my heart, sir.

Lod. The duke and senators of Venice greet

you.

[gives him a

packet.

Öth. I kifs the instrument of their pleasures. [opens the packet, and reads.

Des. And what's the news, good cousin Lodovico?

Iago. I am very glad to see you, signior; Welcome to Cyprus.

Lod. I thank you: How does lieutenant Cassio? Iago. Lives, sir.

Des. Cousin, there's fallen between him and my lord

An unkind breach: but you shall make all

well.

Oth. Are you sure of that?

Des. My lord?

Oth. This fail you not to do, as you

will

[reads. Lod. He did not call; he's busy in the paper. Is there division 'twixt thy lord and Cassio? Des. A most unhappy one; I would do much To atone them, for the love I bear to Cassio. Oth. Fire and brimstone!

Des. My lord?

Oth. Are you wise?

Des. What, is he angry?

Lod. 'May be, the letter mov'd him;

For, as I think, they do command him home,

Deputing