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Othello's first Suspicion. Think, my lord! why, by heaven thou echo'it me As if there were some monster in thy thought Too hideous to be shewn. Thou dost mean something; I heard thee say but now, thou lik'ít not that. When Caffio left my wife. What didît not like? And when I told thee, he was of my counsel, Of my whole course of wooing; thou criedit, indeed? And didit contract and purse thy brow together ; As if thou then hadst shut up in thy brain Some horrible conceit : if thou dost love me Shew me thy thought.
Iago. My lord, you know I love you.
Oth. I think thou dost : And for I know thou’rt full of love and honesty, And weigh'st thy words before thou giv'it them breath, Therefore, these stops of thine fright me the more : For such things in a false, difloyal knave, Are tricks of custom ; but in a man that's just, They're cold dilations working from the heart, That pafsion cannot rule.
Reputation. Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls ; (8) Who steals my purse steals trash, 'tis something, nothing;
(8) Who, &c.] Mr. Theobald obseryes, Of riches, and other temporal poffeffions being uncertain, and often changing their masters, we meet with several passages in the classics, which might have given our author a hint for this sentiment. Nunc ager, &c.
Hor. Sat, 2. 1. 2.
'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands;
SCÈNE VI. Othello's Soliloquy after having been
work'd up to Jealousy by Iago.
that's not much
the vapour of a dungeon, Than keep a corner in the thing I love, For others uses.
None hath the property : it comes and goes,
ΑγρΘ- Αχαιμενιδε, &c.
And now Menippus claims me for his own,
Nor this nor that man's; I belong to none,
But change as fortune pleases to command. (9) If, &c.] All the metaphor here is taken from falconry, and inost beautifully kept up.
Scene VII. Jealousy.
Trifles light as air, Are to the jealous, confirmations strong, As proofs of holy writ.
SCENE VIII. The Tortures of Jealousy.
lago. Look, where he comes! not poppy, nor man
Oth, Ha! false to me!
Otb. Avant, be gone, thou hast set me on the wreck;
lago. How, my lord ?
Oth. What sense had I of her stol'n hours of luft?
Ingo. I am sorry to hear this.
Oih. I had been happy, if the general camp,
and circumstance of glorious war
lago. Is't possible, my lord ?
Oth. Villain, be sure thou prove my love a whore;
[Catching hold on him.
Iago. Is't come to this ?
Oih. Make me to see't, or, at the least, fo prove it,
Iago. My noble lord.
Oth. If thou dost slander her, and torture me,
Iago. O grace! O heav'n forgive me !
Oth. Nay, stay-thou shouldst be honest.--
Iago. I should be wise, for honesty's a fool,
Oth. By the world,
Poison or fire, or fuffocating streams,
Scene X. Othello's Story of the Handkerchief.
-There's magic in the web of it,
Scene XIII. A Lover's Computation of Time.
What, keep a week away? seven days and nights? Eight-score eight hours ? and love's absent hours, More tedious than the dial eight-score times ? Oh weary reckoning!
ACT IV. SCENE I. Othello, before he falls into a Trance. Lie with her! lie on her! lie with her! that's fulsome : handkerchief-confessions-confeffions_hand