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He shall in strangeness stand no further off
Ay, but, lady,
such nice and waterish diet,
Des. Do not doubt that, before Emilia here,
Enter Othello, and Iago, at a distance. Emil.
Madam, here comes My lord. Cas. Madam, I 'll take
Why, stay, And hear me speak.
Cas. Madam, not now; I am very ill at ease,
[Exit CASSIO. Iago.
Ha! I like not that. Oth. What dost thou say? Iago. Nothing, my lord: or if I know not
what. Oth. Was not that Cassio, parted from my wife? Iago. Cassio, my lord ? No, sure, I cannot think
3 Hawks are tamed by keeping them from sleep.
That he would steal away so guilty-like,
I do believe 't was he.
Oth. Who is 't, you mean?
Went he hence now?
you. Des. Shall 't be to-night at supper? Oth.
No, not to-night. Des. To-morrow dinper then? Oth.
I shall not dine at home; I meet the captains at the citadel. Des. Why then, to-morrow night; or Tuesday
morn; Or Tuesday noon, or night; or Wednesday morn;I pray thee, name the time; but let it not Exceed three days: in faith, he's penitent; And yet his trespass,
in our common reason, (Save that, they say, the wars must make examples Out of their best 4,) is not almost a fault To incur a private check: When shall he come?
4 Best men.
could ask me, that I shouthalen y michael
Tell me, Othello. I wonder in my soul,
you Or stand so mammering' on. What! Michael
Cassio, That came a wooing with you; and many a time, When I have spoke of you dispraisingly, Hath ta’en your part; to have so much to do To bring him in! Trust me, I could do much, Oth. Pry thee, no more: let him come when he
will; I will deny thee nothing. Des.
Why, this is not a boon;
your own person: Nay, when I have a suit,
I will deny thee nothing:
Des. Shall I deny you? no: Farewell, my lord.
thee straight. Des. Emilia, come: · Be it as your fancies teach
you; Whate'er you be, I am obedient.
[Exit, with EMILIA. Oth. Excellent wench! Perdition catch my soul, But I do love thee! and when I love thee not, Chaos is come again.
Iago. My noble lord,
What dost thou say, Iago ?
lady, Know of your love?
Oth. He did, from first to last: Why dost thou
Why of thy thought, Iago ?
indeed: Discern’st thou aught in that? Is he not honest ? Iago.
Honest, my lord ?
Think, my lord ?
Think, my lord!
thing: I heard thee
Thou lik’dst not that, When Cassio left my
What did'st not like? And, when I told thee - he was of my counsel In my whole course of wooing, thou cry’dst, In
deed? And did'st contract and purse thy brow together, As if thou then had'st shut
up in thy brain Some horrible conceit: If thou dost love me, Show me thy thought.
Iago. My lord, you know I love you.
I think, thou dost : · And, for I know thou art full of love and honesty, And weigh’st thy words before thou giv'st them
breath, Therefore these stops of thine fright me the more: For such things, in a false disloyal knave, Are tricks of custom; but, in a man that's just,
They are close: denotements, working from the
For. Michael Cassio,
Oth. I think so too.
Men should be what they seem;
Oth. Nay, yet there's more in this :
pray thee, speak to me as to thy thinkings,
Good my lord, pardon me;
Oth. Thou dost conspire against thy friend, Iago,
I do beseech you,
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