and lips-Is it possible?-Confess!-Handker chief!-O devil! [Falls in a Trance. Iago. Work on, My medicine, work! Thus credulous fools are caught; Enter CASSIO. My lord, I say! Othello!-How now, Cassio? Iago. My lord is fallen into an epilepsy; [Exit CASSIO. How is it, general? have you not hurt your head? Oth. Dost thou mock me? Iago. 'Would, you would bear I mock you! no, by heaven: your fortunes like a man. Oth. A horned man's a monster, and a beast. Iago. There's many a beast then in a populous city, And many a civil monster. Oth. Did he confess it? Iago. Good sir, be a man; Think, every bearded fellow, that's but yok'd, That nightly lie in those unproper' beds, Which they dare swear peculiar; your case is better. O, 'tis the spite of hell, the fiend's arch-mock, To lip a wanton in a secure couch, And to suppose her chaste! No, let me know; Stand you awhile apart; And, knowing what I am, I know what she shall be. (A passion most unsuiting such a man,) I say, but mark his gesture. Marry, patience; Oth. Dost thou hear, Iago? I will be found most cunning in my patience; Iago. That's not amiss; [OTHELLO withdraws. Now will I question Cassio of Bianca, 5 Common. • Within the bounds of patience. 7 Hide. A housewife, that, by selling her desires, Buys herself bread and clothes: it is a creature, That dotes on Cassio,-as 'tis the strumpet's plague, To beguile many, and be beguil'd by one; He, when he hears of her, cannot refrain From the excess of laughter :-Here he comes: Re-enter CASSIO. As he shall smile, Othello shall go mad ; Iago. Ply Desdemona well, and you are sure of't. Now, if this suit lay in Bianca's power, How quickly should you speed? Cas. [Speaking lower. Alas, poor caitiff! [Aside. Oth. Look, how he laughs already! Iago. I never knew a woman love man so. Iago. Do you hear, Cassio? Oth. [Aside. Now he importunes him To tell it o'er: Go to; well said, well said. [Aside. Iago. She gives it out, that you shall marry her: Oth. Do you triumph, Roman? do you triumph? [Aside. Cas. I marry her!-what? a customer!' I pr'ythee, bear some charity to my wit; do not think it so unwholesome. Ha, ha, ha! Oth. So, so, so, so: They laugh that win. [Aside. Iago. 'Faith, the cry goes, that you shall marry her. Cas. Pr'ythee, say true. Iago. I am a very villain else. Oth. Have you scored me? Well. [Aside. Cas. This is the monkey's own giving out: she is persuaded I will marry her, out of her own love and flattery, not out of my promise. Oth. Iago beckons me; now he begins the story. [Aside. Cas. She was here even now; she haunts me in every place. I was, the other day, talking on the sea-bank with certain Venetians; and thither comes this bauble; by this hand, she falls thus about my neck; Oth. Crying, O dear Cassio! as it were: his gesture imports it. [Aside. Cas. So hangs, and lolls, and weeps upon me; so hales, and pulls me: ha, ha, ha !— Oth. Now he tells, how she pluck'd him to my chamber: O, I see that nose of yours, but not that dog I shall throw it to. Cas. Well, I must leave her company. I A common woman. [Aside. Enter BIANCA. Cas. 'Tis such another fitchew!2 marry, a perfumed one. What do you mean by this haunting of me? Bian. Let the devil and his dam haunt you! What did you mean by that same handkerchief, you gave me even now? I was a fine fool to take it. I must take out the whole work?—A likely piece of work, that you should find it in your chamber, and not know who left it there! This is some minx's token, and I must take out the work? There,-give it your hobby-horse: wheresoever you had it, I'll take out no work on't. Cas. How now, my sweet Bianca? how now? how now? Oth. By heaven, that should be my handkerchief! [Aside. Bian. An you'll come to supper to night, you may : an you will not, come when you are next prepared for. [Exit. Iago. After her, after her. Cas. 'Faith I must, she'll rail in the street else. Iago. Will you sup there? Cas. 'Faith, I intend so. Iago. Well, I may chance to see you; for I would very fain speak with you. Cas. Pr'ythee, come; Will you? Iago. Go to say no more. [Exit CASSIO. Oth. How shall I murder him, Iago? Iago. Did you perceive how he laughed at his vice? 2 A pole-cat. |