If you think fit, or that it may be done,- Emil. Pray you, come in: I will bestow you where you shall have time To speak your bosom freely. Cas. I am much bound to you. [Exeunt. SCENE II. A room in the castle. Enter OTHELLO, IAGO, and Gentlemen. Oth. These letters give, Iago, to the pilot; And, by him, do my duties to the senate: That done, I will be walking on the works; Repair there to me. Iago. Well, my good lord, I'll do't. Oth. This fortification, gentlemen,-shall we see't? [Exeunt. SCENE III. The garden of the castle. Enter DESDEMONA, CASSIO, and EMILIA. Des. Be thou assur'd, good Cassio, I will do All my abilities in thy behalf. Emil. Good madam, do: I warrant it grieves my husband, As if the case were his. Des. O, that's an honest fellow.-Do not doubt, Cassio, But I will have my lord and you again As friendly as you were. Cas. Bounteous madam, Whatever shall become of Michael Cassio, He's never any thing but your true servant. Des. I know't, I thank you. You do love my lord: You've known him long; and be you well assur'd He shall in strangeness stand no further off Than in a politic distance. Cas. Ay, but, lady, Des. Do not doubt that; before Emilia here To the last article: my lord shall never rest; With Cassio's suit: therefore be merry, Cassio; Than give thy cause away. Emil. Madam, here comes my lord. Des. Why, stay, and hear me speak. Cas. Madam, not now: I'm very ill at ease, Unfit for mine own purposes. Des. Well, do your discretion. (58) [Exit Cassio. Enter OTHELLO and IAGO. What dost thou say? Iago. Ha! I like not that. Oth. Seeing you coming. Oth. I do believe 'twas he. Des. How now, my lord !(59) I have been talking with a suitor here, A man that languishes in your displeasure. Oth. Who is't you mean? Des. Why, your lieutenant, Cassio. Good my lord, For if he be not one that truly loves you, That errs in ignorance, and not in cunning, I prithee, call him back. Oth. Went he hence now? Des. Ay, sooth; so humbled, That(60) he hath left part of his grief with me, Oth. Not now, sweet Desdemon; some other time. Oth. The sooner, sweet, for you. Des. Shall 't be to-night at supper? Des. To-morrow dinner, then? I meet the captains at the citadel. No, not to-night. I shall not dine at home; Des. Why, then, to-morrow night; or Tuesday morn ; On Tuesday noon, or night; on Wednesday morn :— I prithee, name the time; but let it not Exceed three days: in faith, he's penitent; And yet his trespass, in our common reason,— What you would ask me, that I should deny, Or stand so mammering on. What! Michael Cassio, Hath ta'en your part; to have so much to do To bring him in! Trust me, I could do much, Oth. Prithee, no more: let him come when he will; I will deny thee nothing. Des. Why, this is not a boon; 'Tis as I should entreat you wear your gloves, Το your own person: nay, when I have a suit (62) Oth. I will deny thee nothing: Whereon, I do beseech thee, grant me this, To leave me but a little to myself. Des. Shall I deny you? no: farewell, my lord. Oth. Farewell, my Desdemon :(64) I'll come to thee straight. Des. Emilia, come.-Be as your fancies teach you; Whate'er you be, I am obedient. [Exit, with Emilia. Oth. Excellent wretch! Perdition catch my soul, But I do love thee! and when I love thee not, Chaos is come again. Iago. My noble lord, Oth. What dost thou say, Iago? Iago. Did Michael Cassio, when you woo'd my lady, Oth. He did, from first to last: why dost thou ask? No further harm. Oth. Why of thy thought, Iago? Iago. I did not think he had been acquainted with her. lago. Indeed! Oth. Indeed! ay, indeed :-discern'st thou aught in that? Is he not honest? By heaven, he echoes me, As if there were some monster in his thought Too hideous to be shown. (65)-Thou dost mean something: Show 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'st them breath, Are tricks of custom; but in a man that's just Iago. For Michael Cassio, I dare be sworn I think that he is honest.(66) Oth. I think so too. Iago. Men should be what they seem ; I prithee, speak to me as to thy thinkings, As thou dost ruminate; and give thy worst of thoughts The worst of words. lago. Good my lord, pardon me : Though I am bound to every act of duty, I am not bound to that all slaves are free to. Utter my thoughts? Why, say they're vile and false,- Sometimes intrude not? who has a breast so pure, But some uncleanly apprehensions Keep leets and law-days, and in session sit Oth. Thou dost conspire against thy friend, Iago, Iago. As, I confess, it is my nature's plague To spy into abuses, and oft my jealousy Shapes faults that are not-that your wisdom yet, Would take no notice; nor build yourself a trouble |