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Men's natures wrangle with inferior things,
Though great ones are their object.

'Tis even so; for let our finger ach,

And it endues our other healthful members

Even to that sense of pain: Nay, we must think,
Men are not gods:

Nor of them look for such observancy

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As fits the bridal.-Beshrew me much, Æmilia,

I was (unhandsome warrior as I am)

Arraigning his unkindness with my soul;
But now I find, I had suborn'd the witness,
And he's indited falsely.

Emil. Pray heaven, it be state matters, as you

think;

And no conception, nor no jealous toy,

Concerning you.

Des. Alas the day! I never gave him cause. Emil. But jealous souls will not be answer'd so; They are not ever jealous for the cause,

But jealous for they are jealous: 'tis a monster,
Begot upon itself, born on itself.

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Des. Heaven keep that monster from Othello's mind!

Emil. Lady, amen!

Des. I will go seek him.-Cassio, walk hereabout; If I do find him fit, I'll move your suit,

And seek to effect it to my uttermost.

Cas. I humbly thank your ladyship.

[Exeunt DESDEMONA and MILIA.

Enter

Enter BIANCA.

Bian. Save you, friend Cassio!

Cas. What make you from home?

How is it with you, my most fair Bianca ?

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Indeed, sweet love, I was coming to your house.
Bian. And I was going to your lodging, Cassio.
What! keep a week away? seven days and nights ?
Eightscore eight hours? and lovers' absent hours,
More tedious than the dial eightscore times ?
O weary reckoning!

Cas. Pardon me, Bianca;

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I have this while with leaden thoughts been press'd: But I shall, in a more continuate time,

Strike off this score of absence.

Sweet Bianca,

[Giving her DESDEMONA's Handkerchief.

Take me this work out.

Bian. O Cassio, whence came this?

This is some token from a newer friend.

To the felt absence now I feel a cause:

Is it come to this? Well, well.

Cas. Go to, woman!

Throw your vile guesses in the devil's teeth,

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From whence you have them. You are jealous now, That this is from some mistress, some remembrance: No, in good troth, Bianca.

Bian. Why, whose is it?

Cas. I know not, sweet: I found it in my cham

ber.

I like the work well; ere it be demanded

(As

(As like enough, it will),. I'd have it copy'd: Take it, and do't; and leave me for this time. Bian. Leave you! wherefore?

Cas. I do attend here on the general;

And think it no addition, nor my wish,
To have him see me woman'd.

Bian. Why, I pray you?

Cas. Not, that I love you not.

Bian. But that you do not love me.

I pray you, bring me on the way a little;
And say, if I shall see you soon at night?

Cas. 'Tis but a little way, that I can bring you, For I attend here: but I'll see you soon.

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Bian. 'Tis very good; I must be circumstanc'd.

[Exeunt.

ACT IV. SCENE 1.

An Apartment in the Castle. Enter OTHELLO, and IAGO.

WILL you think so?

Oth. Think so, Iago?

lago. What,

To kiss in private ?

lago.

Oth. An unauthoriz'd kiss.

lago. Or to be naked with her friend abed,

An hour, or more, not meaning any harm ?... A

Oth

Oth. Naked abed, Iago, and not mean harm ? It is hypocrisy against the devil :

They that mean virtuously, and yet do so,

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The devil their virtue tempts, and they tempt

heaven.

Iago. So they do nothing, 'tis a venial slip:

But if I give my wife a handkerchief-

Oth. What then?

Iago. Why, then 'tis her's, my lord; and, being her's,

She may, I think, bestow't on any man.

Oth. She is protectress of her honour too;

May she give that?

lago. Her honour is an essence that's not seen; They have it very oft, that have it not:

But, for the handkerchief

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Oth. By heaven, I would most gladly have forgot

it :

Thou said'st-O, it comes o'er my memory,

As doth the raven o'er the infected house,

Boding to all-he had my handkerchief.

lago. Ay, what of that?

Oth. That's not so good now.

lago. What if I had said, I had seen him do you

wrong?

Or heard him say-As knaves be such abroad,

Who having, by their own importunate suit,
Or voluntary dotage of some mistress,
Convinced or supplied them, cannot choose
But they must blab.

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Oth.

Oth. Hath he said any thing?

lago. He hath, my lord; but, be you well assur'd, No more than he'll unswear.

Oth. What hath he said?

lago. Why, that he did-I know not what he did.

Oth. What? what?

lago. Lie

Oth. With her?

lago. With her, on her; what you will.

some.

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Oth. Lie with her! lie on her!-We say, lie on her, when they belie her: Lie with her! that's fulHandkerchief-confessions-handkerchief. -To confess, and be hang'd for his labour.— First, to be hang'd, and then-to confess :-I tremble at it.-Nature would not invest herself in such shadowing passion, without some instruction. It is not words, that shake me thus :-Pish!—Noses, ears, and lips-Is it possible?-Confess ?-Handkerchief! O devil!—

lago. Work on,

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[Falls in a Trance.

My medicine, work 1 Thus credulous fools are

caught;

And many worthy and chaste dames, even thus, All guiltless meet reproach.-What, ho! my lord! My lord, I say! Othello!-How now, Cassio?

Enter CASSIO.

Cas. What's the matter?

lago. My lord is fallen into an epilepsy;