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? Emil. I know not, madam. Des. Believe me, I had rather have lost my purse Full of cruzadoes. And, but my noble Moor Is true of mind, and made of no such baseness As jealous creatures are, it were enough 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 humors from him. Emil. Look, where he comes. Des. I will not leave him now, till Cassio Enter OTHELLO. Oth. Well, my good lady. [Aside.] O, hardness to dissemble! 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 sullen rheum offends me; Lend me thy handkerchief. Des. Here, my lord. Oth. That which I gave you. Des. I have it not about me. That is a fault. 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 loathly, and his spirits should hunt Des. Is it possible? Oth. 'Tis true; there's magic in the web of it. In her prophetic fury sewed the work. The worms were hallowed that did breed the silk; Des. Indeed! is't true? Oth. Most veritable; therefore look to't well. Des. Why do you speak so startingly and rash? Oth. Is't lost? is't gone? Des. Heaven bless us! Oth. Speak, is it out of the way? Say you? Des. It is not lost; but what an if it were? Oth. Ha! Des. I say it is not lost. Oth. Fetch't; let me see it. Des. Why, so I can, sir, but I will not now; This is a trick to put me from my suit; I pray, let Cassio be received again. Oth. Fetch me that 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 fortune on your love; Oth. The handkerchief, Des. You are to blame. Oth. Emil. Away! In sooth, [Exit OTHELLO. Is not this man jealous? Des. I ne'er saw this before. Emil. 'Tis not a year or two shows us a man. Iago. There is no other way; 'tis she must do't; Exist, and be a member of his love, That neither service past, nor present sorrows, Can ransom me into his love again, 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, For my free speech! You must awhile be patient; Than for myself I dare: let that suffice you. 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 Puffed his own brother;-And can he be angry? Something of moment, then. I will go meet him; Our other healthful members even to that sense As fit the bridal.-Beshrew me much, Emilia, Arraigning his unkindness with my soul; But now I find I had suborned the witness, And he's indicted 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 answered so; They are not ever jealous for the cause, But jealous for they are jealous. 'Tis a monster, Begot upon itself, born on itself. Des. Heaven keep that monster from Othello's mind! Emil. Lady, amen. Des. I will go seek him. Cassio, walk here about; If I do find him fit, I'll move your suit, And seek to effect it to my uttermost. [Exeunt DESDEMONA and EMILIA. Enter BIANCA. Bian. Save you, friend Cassio! What make you from home? I'faith, sweet love, I was coming to your house. More tedious than the dial eightscore times? Cas. Pardon me, Bianca; I have this while with leaden thoughts been pressed; But I shall, in a more continuate time, 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. Cas. Go to! woman, devil's teeth, You are jealous, now, Throw your vile guesses in the Bian. Why, whose is it? Cas. I know not, sweet; I found it in my chamber. I like the work well, ere it be demanded, (As like enough it will,) I'd have it copied. 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 womaned. Bian. Cas. Not that I love you not. Why, I pray you? 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. Bian. 'Tis very good; I must be circumstanced. [Exeunt. |