May fall to match you with her country forms,
And (hapily) repent.

Oth:

Farewell, farewell:

If more thou dost perceive, let me know more;
Set on thy wife to observe: Leave me, Iago,
Iago. My lord, I take my leave.

[Going. Oth. Why did I marry? This honest creature, doubtless,

Sees and knows more, much more, than he unfolds. Jago. My lord, I would, I might entreat your honour

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To scan this thing no further; leave it to time:
And though it be fit that Cassio have his place,
(For, sure, he fills it up with great ability,)
Yet, if you please to hold him off a while,
You shall by that perceive him and his means:*
Note, if your lady strain his entertainment
With any strong or vehement opportunity;
Much will be seen in that. In the mean time,
Let me be thought too busy in my fears,
(As worthy cause I have, to fear-I am,)
And hold her free, I do beseech your honour.
Oth. Fear not my government.1
Iago. I once more take my leave.

[Exit.

Oth. This fellow's of exceeding honesty,
And knows all qualities, with a learned spirit,2
Of human dealings: If I do prove her haggard,3

* You shall by that perceive him and his means:] You shall discover whether he thinks his best means, his most powerful interest, is by the solicitation of your lady.

9 strain his entertainment-] Press hard his re-admission to his pay and office. Entertainment was the military term for admission of soldiers.

Fear not my government.] Do not distrust my ability to contain my passion.

2

with a learned spirit,] The construction is, He knows with a learned spirit all qualities of human dealings.

3

If I do prove her haggard,] A haggard hawk, is a wild hawk, a hawk unreclaimed, or irreclaimable.

Though that her jesses were my dear heart-strings,*
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 chamberers 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 my relief
Must be to loath her. O curse of marriage,
That we can call these delicate creatures ours,
And not their appetites! I had rather be a toad,
And live upon the vapour 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;
Even then this forked plague is fated to us,
When we do quicken. Desdemona comes:

Enter DESDEMONA and EMILIA.

If she be false, 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.

Though that her jesses were my dear heart-strings,] Jesses are short straps of leather tied about the foot of a hawk, by which she is held on the fist.

"I'd whistle her off, and let her down the wind,

To prey at fortune.] The falconers always let fly the hawk against the wind; if she flies with the wind behind her, she sel dom returns. If therefore a hawk was for any reason to be dismissed, she was let down the wind, and from that time shifted for herself, and preyed at fortune.

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6 chamberers-] i. e. men of intrigue.

- forked plague-] In allusion to a barbed or forked arrow, which, once infixed, cannot be extracted. But perhaps the forked plague is the cuckoid's horns.

:

Des. Why is your speech so faint? are you not

well?

Oth. I have a pain upon my forehead here.
Des. Faith, that's with watching; 'twill away
again:

Let me but bind it hard, within this hour
It will be well.

Oth.

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 ОTH. 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 evermore about her,

To kiss, and talk to. I'll have the work ta'en out, And give it Iago:

What he'll do with it, heaven knows, not I;

I nothing, but to please his fantasy.

Enter IAGO.

lago. How now! what do you here alone?

Emil. Do not you chide; I have a thing for you.

lago. A thing for me?-it is a common thing. Emil. Ha!

Iago. To have a foolish wife.

I'll have the work ta'en out,] That is, copied. Her first thoughts are, to have a copy made of it for her husband, and restore the original to Desdemona. But the sudden coming in of lago, in a suriy humour, makes her alter her resolution, to please him.

Emil. O, is that all? What will you give me

now

For that same handkerchief?

Iago.

Emil. What handkerchief?

What handkerchief?

Why, that the Moor first gave to Desdemona;
That which so often you did bid me steal.
Iago. Hast stolen it from her?

Emil. No, faith; she let it drop by negligence; And, to the advantage, I, being here, took't up. Look, here it is,

Iago.

A good wench; give it me. Emil. What will you do with it, that you have been so earnest

To have me filch it?

Iago.

Why, what's that to you?

[Snatching it. Emil. If it be not for some purpose of import, Give it me again: Poor lady! she'll run mad, When she shall lack it.

Iago. Be not you known of't;' I have use for it. Go, leave me. [Exit EMILIA. I will in Cassio's lodging lose this napkin, And let him find it: Trifles, light as air, Are, to the jealous, confirmations strong As proofs of holy writ. This may do something. The Moor already changes with my poison:Dangerous conceits are, in their natures, poisons, Which, at the first, are scarce found to distaste; But, with a little act upon the blood,

Burn like the mines of sulphur.I did say so:~

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-to the advantage, &c.] I being opportunely here, took

it up.
Be not you

of the matter.

known of't;] i. e. seem as if you knew nothing

Enter OTHEllo.

Look, where he comes! Not poppy, nor mandra

gora,2

Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world,

Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep
Which thou ow'dst yesterday.3

Oth.

To me?

Ha ha! false to me?

Jago. Why, how now, general? no more of that. Oth. Avaunt! be gone! thou hast set me on the

rack:

I swear, 'tis better to be much abus'd,

Than but to know't a little.

Iago.

How now, my lord?

Oth. What sense had I of her stolen hours of

lust?

I saw it not, thought it not, it harm'd not me :
I slept the next night well, was free and merry;
I found not Cassio's kisses on her lips :

He that is robb'd, not wanting what is stolen,
Let him not know it, and he's not robb'd at all.
Iago. I am sorry to hear this.

Oth. I had been happy, if the general camp,
Pioneers and all,* had tasted her sweet body,
So I had nothing known: O now, for ever,
Farewell the tranquil mind! farewell content!
Farewell the plumed troop, and the big wars,

nor mandragora,] The mandragoras or mandrake has a soporifick quality, and the ancients used it when they wanted an opiate of the most powerful kind.

3 Which thou ow'dst yesterday] To owe is, in our author, oftener to possess, than to be indebted, and such is its meaning here.

4 Pioneers and all,] That is, the most abject and vilest of the camp. Pioneers were generally degraded soldiers, appointed to the office of pioneer, as a punishment for misbehaviour.