So I had nothing known: O now, for ever,
Farewel the tranquil mind! farewel content!
Farewel the plumed troop, and the big wars,
That make ambition virtue! O, farewel!
Farewel the neighing steed, and the shrill trump,
The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife,
The royal banner; and all quality,

Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war!
And O ye mortal engines, whose rude throats
The immortal Jove's dread clamours counterfeit,
Farewel! Othello's occupation's gone!

Iago. Is it possible ?-My lord

460

Oth. Villain, be sure thou prove my love a whore ; Be sure of it; give me the ocular proof;

[Catching hold on him.

Or, by the worth of mine eternal soul,

Thou hadst been better have been born a dog,

Than answer my wak'd wrath.

lago. Is it come to this?

469

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! lago. 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.

lago.

Iago. O grace! O heaven defend me!

480

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!
To be direct and honest, is not safe.-

I thank you for this profit; and, from hence,
I'll love no friend, sith love breeds such offence.
Oth. Nay, stay:-Thou should'st be honest.
Iago. I should be wise; for honesty's a fool,
And loses that it works for.

Oth. By the world,

490

I think my wife be honest, and think she is not;
I think that thou art just, and think thou art not;
I'll have some proof: Her name, that was as fresh
As Dian's visage, is now begrim'd and black
As mine own face.-If there be cords, or knives,
Poison, or fire, or suffocating streams,
I'll not endure it.-'Would, I were satisfied!

lago. 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.

500

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 'em to that prospect: Damn them then,

If ever mortal eyes do see them bolster,

More than their own! What then? how then?

510

What shall I say? Where's satisfaction?

It is impossible you should see this,

Were they as prime as goats, as hot as monkies,
As salt as wolves in pride, and fools as gross
As ignorance made drunk. But yet, I say,
If imputation, and strong circumstances—
Which lead directly to the door of truth-
Will give you satisfaction, you might have it.
Oth. Give me a living reason that she's disloyal.
Jago. I do not like the office :

But, sith I am enter'd in this cause so far-
Prick'd to it by foolish honesty, and love—
I will go on. I lay with Cassio lately;
And, being troubled with a raging tooth,
I could not sleep.

There are a kind of men so loose of soul,

That in their sleeps will mutter their affairs;
One of this kind is Cassio :

In sleep I heard him say-Sweet Desdemona,
Let us be wary, let us hide our loves!

520

530

And then, sir, would he gripe, and wring my hand;

Cry-O sweet creature! and then kiss me hard,
As if he pluck'd up kisses by the roots,
That grew upon my lips: then lay his leg
Over my thigh, and sigh, and kiss; and then
Cry-Cursed fate! that gave thee to the Moor!

Oth. O monstrous! monstrous !
lago. Nay, this was but his dream.

Oth.

Oth. But this denoted a foregone conclusion;

'Tis a shrewd doubt, though it be but a dream. 540 lago. And this may help to thicken other proofs, That do demonstrate thinly.

Oth. I'll tear her all to pieces.

Iago. Nay, but be wise: yet we see nothing done; She may be honest yet. Tell me but thisHave you not sometimes seen a handkerchief, Spotted with strawberries, in your wife's hand? Oth. I gave her such a one; 'twas my first gift. lago. I know not that : but such a handkerchief (I am sure, it was your wife's), did I to-day See Cassio wipe his beard with.

Oth. If it be that

Iago. If it be that, or any, if 'twas her's, It speaks against her, with the other proofs. Oth. O, that the slave had forty thousand lives; One is too poor, too weak for my revenge! Now do I see 'tis true.-Look here, Iago; All my fond love thus do I blow to heaven: "Tis gone.

550

Arise, black vengeance, from thy hollow cell! 560 Yield up, O love! thy crown, and hearted throne, To tyrannous hate! swell, bosom, with thy fraught, For 'tis of aspicks' tongues!

lago. Pray, be content.

Oth. O, blood, Iago, blood!

lago. Patience, I say; your mind, perhaps, may

change.

Oth. Never, Iago: [Like to the Pontic sea,

Whose