92 Men's natures wrangle with inferior things, '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, Nor of them look for such observancy 760 As fits the bridal.-Beshrew me much, Æmilia, I was (unhandsome warrior as I am) Arraigning his unkindness with my soul; 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, 771 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 ? 780 Indeed, sweet love, I was coming to your house. Cas. Pardon me, Bianca; 789 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, 799 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, 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; Cas. 'Tis but a little way, that I can bring you, For I attend here: but I'll see you soon. 810 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, 10 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 20 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, 30 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. 40 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, 52 [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; |