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Be sure of it; give me the ocular proof;
[Taking him by the Throat, Or, by the worth of mine eternal soul, Thou hadst been better' have been born a dog, Than answer my wak'd wrath. Iago.
Is it come to this? Oth. Make me to see it; or (at the least) so
That the probation ?r no hinge, nor loop,
WC: upon thy life!
Oth. If thou ( nder her, and torture me, Never pray mor
ndon all remorse;? On horror's hea rors accumulate: Do deedi to mal eayen weep, all earth amaz'd, For nothi trou to damnation add, Greater than a lago.
Ogrice! () heaven defend me! Are you a man? have you a soul, or sense? God be wi' you; taie mine office.-0 wretched
fool, That liv’st to make thine honesty a vice!O monstrous world! Take note, take note, O world, To be direct and honest, is not safe.I thank you for this profit; and, from hence, I'll love no friend, since love breeds such offence.
Oth. Nay, stay :--Thou should'st be honest.
Iago. I should be wise; for honesty's a fool,
By the world,
2 All tenderness, all pity.
I think that thou art just, and think thou art not;
Iago. I see, sir, you are eaten up with passion:
Would ? nay, I will.
Death and damnation! 0!
Oth. Give me a living} reason she's disloyal.
Iago. I do not like the office :
I will go on. I lay with Cassio lately;
Oth. O monstrous ! monstrous !
Nay, this was but his dream. Oth. But this denoted a foregone conclusion; 'Tis a shrewd doubt, though it be but a dream.
Iago. And this may help to thicken other proofs, That do demonstrate thinly. Oth.
I'll tear her all to pieces. Iago. Nay, but be wise: yet we see nothing done ; She
may be honest yet. Tell me but this, Have you not sometimes seen a handkerchief, Spotted with strawberries, in your wife's hand? Oth. I
gave her such a one ; 'twas my first gift. Iago. I know not that: but such a handkerchief, (I am sure it was your wife's,) did I to-day See Cassio wipe his beard with. Oth.
If it be that,
Oth. O, that the slave had forty thousand lives; One is too poor, too weak for my revenge ! Now do I see 'tis true.-Look here, Iago ; All my
fond love thus I do blow to heaven: 'Tis gone.Arise, black vengeance, from thy hollow cell ! Yield up, O love, thy crown, and hearted throne, 5 To tyrannous hate! swell, bosom, with thy fraught, For 'tis of aspick's tongues !
Iago. Pray, be content.
O, blood, Iago, blood!
change. Oth. Never, lago. Like to the Pontick sea, Whose icy current and compulsive course Ne'er feels retiring ebb, but keeps due on To the Propontick, and the Hellespont; Even so my bloody thoughts, with violent pace, Shall ne'er look back, ne'er ebb to humble love, Till that a capable 7 and wide revenge Swallow them up.-Now, by yond marble heaven, In the due reverence of a sacred vow [Kncels. I here engage my words. lago.
Do not rise yet.-Kneels. Witness, you ever-burning lights above! You elements that clip 8 us round about! Witness, that here Iago doth give up The execution of his wit, hands, heart, To wrong'd Othello's service! let him command,
5 The heart on which thou wast enthroned.
And to obey shall be in me remorse, 9
I greet thy love,
Iago. My friend is dead; 'tis done, at your request: But let her live.
Oth. Damn her, lewd minx! O, damn her! Come, go with me apart; I will withdraw, To furnish me with some swift means of death For the fair devil. , Now art thou
lieutenant. Iago. I am your own for ever.
Enter DESDEMONA, EMILIA, and Clown. Des. Do you know, sirrah, where lieutenant Cassio lies ? Clo. I dare not say, he lies any
where. Des. Why, man?
Clo. He is a soldier; and for me to say a soldier lies, is stabbing.
Des. Go to; Where lodges he ?
Clo. To tell you where he lodges, is to tell you where I lie.
9 Not of malice to' others, but of tenderness for him.