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Out of his scattering and unsure observance:
What dost thou mean? Iago. Good name, in man, and woman, dear my
lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls: Who steals my purse, steals trash ; 'tis something,
nothing; ’T was mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thou.
Oth. By heaven, I 'll know thy thought.
Iago. 0, beware, my lord, of jealousy; It is the green-ey'd monster, which doth mock The meat it feeds on: That cuckold lives in bliss, Who, certain of his fate, loves not his wronger; But, 0, what dreadful minutes tells he o'er, Who dotes, yet doubts; suspects, yet strongly
loves ! Oth. O misery!
Iago. Poor, and content, is rich, and rich enough ; But riches, fineless ”, is as poor as winter, To him that ever fears he shall be poor : Good heaven, the souls of all my tribe defend From jealousy ! Oth.
Why? why is this? Think'st thou, I'd make a life of jealousy, To follow still the changes of the moon With fresh suspicions ? No: to be once in doubt ,
9 Endless, unbounded.
Is — once to be resolv’d: Exchange me for a goat,
soul To such exsufficate and blown surmises, Matching thy inference. 'Tis not to make me
Iago. I am glad of this, for now I shall have
And so she did.
Why, go to, then.
To seel! her father's eyes up close as oak,
I am bound to thee for ever. Iago. I see, this hath a little dash'd your spirits. Oth. Not a jot, not a jot. Iago,
Trust me, I fear it has. I hope, you will consider, what is spoke Comes from my love ;-— But, I do see, you are
i moyd : I am to
pray you, not to strain my speech To grosser issues ?, nor to larger reach, Than to suspicion.
Oth., I will not.
Should you do so, my lord,
success As my thoughts aim not at. Cassio 's my.worthy My lord, I see you are mov'd.
No, not much moy'd :I do not think but Desdemona's honest. Iago. Long live she so ! and long live you to
think so ! Oth. And yet, how nature, erring from itself, Iago. Ay, there's the point:--As, - to be bold
Not to affect many proposed matches,
1 An expression from falconry: to seel a hawk is to sew up his eye-lids.
Farewell, farewell :
Iago. My lord, I take my leave. [Going;
doubtless, Sees and knows more, much more, than he unfolds. Iago. My lord, I would, I might entreat your
honour. Oth. Fear not my government. Iago. I once more take my leave. [Exit.
oth. This fellow 's of exceeding honesty. And knows all qualities, with a learned spirit, Of human dealings: If I do prove her haggard 4, Though that her jesses were my dear heartstrings, I'd whistle her off, and let her down the wind, To prey at fortune. Haply, for I am black ; And have not those soft parts of conversation That charberers have : Or, for I am declin'd Into the vale of years ; -- yet that 's not much; She 's gone; I am abus'd; and
relief Must be - to loath her. O curse of marriage,
3 Press hard his re-admission to his office. 4 A species of hawk, also a term of reproach applied to a wanton. s Straps of leather by which a hawk is held on the Ast
That we can call these delicate creatures ours
of a dungeon, Than keep a corner in the thing I love, For others uses. Yet, 'tis the plague of great
ones ; Prerogativ'd are they, less than the base; ?Tis destiny unshunnable, like death. But Desdemona comes ! If she be false,
Enter DESDEMONA and EMILIA. 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. Oth; I am to blame. Des. Why is your speech so faint ? are you not
have a pain upon my forehead here. Des. That is with watching ; 't will away again. Let me but bind it hard, within this hour It will be well.
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 would ever keep it,) That she reserves it ever more about her, To kiss and talk to. I'll have the work-ta'en out, And give it lago; What he 'll do with it, heaven knows, not I; I nothing, but to please his fantasy.