The execution of his wit, hands, heart, To wrong'd Othello's service! Let him command, What bloody business ever. Oth. I greet thy love, Not with vain thanks, but with acceptance bounteous, upon the instant put thee to 't: And will Within these three days let me hear thee say That Cassio's not alive. Iago. My friend is dead; 'tis done at your request: But let her live. Oth. Damn her, lewd minx! O, damn her! Come, go with me apart; I will withdraw, To furnish me with some swift means of death For the fair devil. Now art thou my lieutenant. [Exeunt. SCENE IV. Before the castle. Enter DESDEMONA, EMILIA, and Clown. Des. Do you know, sirrah, where Lieutenant Cassio lies? Clo. I dare not say he lies any where. Des. Why, man? Clo. He's a soldier; and for one to say a soldier lies, is stabbing. I lie. Des. Go to: where lodges he? Clo. To tell you where he lodges, is to tell you where Des. Can any thing be made of this? Clo. I know not where he lodges; and for me to devise a lodging, and say he lies here or he lies there, were to lie in mine own throat. Des. Can you inquire him out, and be edified by report? Clo. I will catechize the world for him; that is, make questions, and by them answer. Des. Seek him, bid him come hither: tell him I have moved my lord on his behalf, and hope all will be well. Clo. To do this is within the compass of man's wit; and therefore I will attempt the doing it. [Exit. Des. Where should I lose that handkerchief, Emilia? Des. Believe me, I had rather have lost my purse Full of crusadoes: and, but my noble Moor Is true of mind, and made of no such baseness To put him to ill thinking. Emil. Is he not jealous? Des. Who, he? I think the sun where he was born Drew all such humours from him. Emil. Look, where he comes. Des. I will not leave him now till Cassio Be call'd to him. Enter OTHELLO. How is 't with you, my lord? Oth. Well, my good lady.-[Aside] O, hardness to dis semble! How do you, Desdemona? Des. Well, my good lord. Oth. Give me your hand: this hand is moist, my lady. For here's a young and sweating devil here, Des. You may, indeed, say so; Oth. A liberal hand: the hearts of old gave hands; But our new heraldry is hands, not hearts. Des. I cannot speak of this. Come now, your promise. Oth. What promise, chuck? Des. I have sent to bid Cassio come speak with you. Oth. I have a salt and sorry rheum offends me; Lend me thy handkerchief. Did an Egyptian to my mother give; She was a charmer, and could almost read The thoughts of people: she told her, while she kept it, 'Twould make her amiable, and subdue my father Entirely to her love; but if she lost it, Or made a gift of it, my father's eye Should hold her loathed, and his spirits should hunt And bid me, when my fate would have me wive, Oth. 'Tis true: there's magic in the web of it: A sibyl, that had number'd in the world The sun to course two hundred compasses, In her prophetic fury sew'd the work; The worms were hallow'd that did breed the silk; Des. Indeed! is't true? Oth. Most veritable; therefore look to 't well. Des. Then would to God that I had never seen 't! Oth. Ha! wherefore? Des. Why do you speak so startingly and rash? Oth. Is't lost? is't gone? speak, is it out o' the way? Des. Heaven bless us! Oth. Say you? Des. It is not lost; but what an if it were? Des. I say, it is not lost. Oth. Fetch 't, let me see 't. Des. Why, so I can, sir, but I will not now. This is a trick to put me from my suit: Pray you, let Cassio be receiv'd again. Oth. Fetch me the handkerchief: my mind misgives. Des. Come, come; You'll never meet a more sufficient man. Oth. The handkerchief! Des. Oth. The handkerchief! Des. I pray, talk me of Cassio. A man that all his time Hath founded his good fortunes on your love, Shar'd dangers with you, Oth. The handkerchief! Des. In sooth, you are to blame. Oth. Away! Emil. Is not this man jealous? Des. I ne'er saw this before. , Sure, there's some wonder in this handkerchief: Emil. 'Tis not a year or two shows us a man: Enter CASSIO and IAGO. Iago. There is no other way; 'tis she must do 't: And, lo, the happiness! go, and impórtune her. [Exit. Des. How now, good Cassio! what's the news with you? That by your virtuous means I may again Exist, and be a member of his love Whom I with all the office of my heart Entirely honour: I would not be delay'd. That nor my service past, nor present sorrows, Can ransom me into his love again, But to know so must be my benefit; So shall I clothe me in a forc'd content, And shut myself up in some other course, Des. Alas, thrice-gentle Cassio! My lord is not my lord; nor should I know him, So help me every spirit sanctified, As I have spoken for you all my best, And stood within the blank of his displeasure Than for myself I dare: let that suffice you. Iago. Is my lord angry? Emil. He went hence but now, And certainly in strange unquietness. Iago. Can he be angry? I have seen the cannon, When it hath blown his ranks into the air, And, like the devil, from his very arm Puff'd his own brother;-and can he be angry? Des. I prithee, do so. [Exit Iago. Something, sure, of state,- Our other healthful members even to that sense Arraigning his unkindness with my soul; And he's indicted falsely. Emil. Pray heaven it be state-matters, as you think, |