Till that a capable3 and wide revenge I here engage my words. [Kneels. Iago. Do not rise yet. - [Kneels. Witness, you ever-burning lights above! You elements that clip 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, And to obey shall be in me remorse 3, What bloody work soever. Oth. I greet thy love, Not with vain thanks, but with acceptance boun teous, And will upon the instant put thee to 't: Within these three days let me hear thee say, Iago. My friend is dead; 'tis done, at your re: quest: But let her live. Oth. Come, go Damn her, lewd minx! O, damn her! with me apart; I will withdraw, To furnish me with some swift means of death For the fair devil. Now art thou my lieutenant. lago. I am your own for ever. [Exeunt. SCENE IV. The same. Enter DESDEMONA, EMILIA, and Clown. Des. Do you know where lieutenant Cassio lodges? 3 * Capacious. 4 Embrace. s Not of malice to others, but of tenderness for him. Clo. I know not where he lodges. Des. Can you enquire him out, and be edified by report? Clo. I will catechize the world for him; that is, make questions, and by them answer. Des. Seek him, bid him come hither: tell him, I have moved my lord in his behalf, and hope, all will be well. 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 hmuours from him. Emil. Des. I will not leave him now, till Cassio Be call'd to him. Look, where he comes." How is 't with you, my lord? 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. Des. It yet has felt no age, nor known no sorrow. Oth. 'Tis a good hand, a frank one. Des. You may, indeed, say so; For 't was that hand that gave away my heart. hands; But our new heraldry is hands, not hearts. Des. I cannot speak of this. promise. Oth. What promise, chuck? Come now your 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. Oth. That which I gave you. Here, my lord. Des. I have it not about me. Did an Egyptian to my mother give; She was a charmer 7, and could almost read The thoughts of people: she told her, while she kept it, 'T would make her amiable, and subdue Should hold her loathly, and his spirits should hunt Des. Is it possible? Oth. 'Tis true: there 's magick in the web of it: A sibyl, that had number'd in the world 7 Enchantress. The sun to make two hundred compasses, The worms were hallow'd that did breed the silk ; And it was died in mummy, which the skilful Conserv'd of maidens' hearts. Des. Indeed! is 't true? Oth. Most veritable; therefore look to 't well. Des. Then 'would to heaven, that I had never seen it. Oth. Ha! wherefore? Des. Why do you speak so startingly and rash? Oth. Is 't lost? is 't gone? speak, is it out of the way? Des. Heaven bless us ! Oth. Say you? Des. It is not lost; But what an if it were? Des. I say, it is not lost. Oth. Fetch 't, let me see it. Des. Why, so can, sir, but I will not now; This is a trick, to put me from my suit; pray, let Cassio be receiv'd again. I Oth. Fetch me that handkerchief: gives. Des. Come, come; my mind mis You'll never meet a more sufficient man. Oth. The handkerchief, Des. I pray, talk me of Cassio. Oth. The handkerchief, Des. A man that, all his time, Hath founded his good fortune on your love; Shar'd dangers with you; Des. I ne'er saw this before. Sure, there's some wonder in this handkerchief: I am most unhappy in the loss of it. Emil. 'Tis not a year or two shows us a man: But look you! Cassio, and my husband, come. Enter IAGO and CASSIO. Iago. There is no other way; 'tis she must do't; And, lo, the happiness! go, and impórtune her. Des. How now? good Cassio? what's the news with you? Cas. Madam, my former suit: I do beseech you, That, by your virtuous means, I may again Exist, and be a member of his love, Whom I, with all the duty of my heart, Entirely honour; I would not be delay'd: my offence be of such mortal kind, If That neither service past, nor present sorrows, Can ransome me into his love again, Des. Alas! thrice gentle Cassio, My advocation is not now in tune; My lord is not my lord; nor should I know him, 9 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 a while be patient : Than for myself I dare: let that suffice you. 9 In countenance. I Within the shot of his anger. |