Scene IV.Before the Castle.
Enter DESDEMONA, EMILIA, and Clown.
Des. Do you know, sirrah, where Lieutenant
Clo. I dare not say he lies any where.
Des. Why, man?
Clo. He is a soldier; and for one 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.
Des. Can anything be made of this?
Clo. I know not where he lodges, and for me
to devise a lodging, and say he lies here or he
lies there, were to lie in mine own throat.
Des. Can you inquire him out, and be edified
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,
Emil. I know not, madam.
Des. Believe me, I had rather 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
Drew all such humours from him.
Emil. Look! where he comes.
Des. I will not leave him now till Cassio
Be call'd to him.
How is't with you, my lord?
Oth. Well, my good lady. [Aside.] O! hard-
ness to dissemble.
How do you, Desdemona?
Des. Well, my good lord.
Oth. Give me your hand. This hand is moist,
Des. It yet has felt no age nor known no
Oth. This argues fruitfulness and liberal
Hot, hot, and moist; this hand of yours re-
A sequester from liberty, fasting and prayer,
Much castigation, exercise devout;
For here.'s a young and sweating devil here,
That commonly rebels. 'Tis a good hand,
A frank one.
Des. You may, indeed, say so;
For 'twas that hand that gave away my heart.
Oth. A liberal hand; the hearts of old gave
But our new heraldry is hands not hearts.
Des. I cannot speak of this. Come now,
Oth. What promise, chuck?
Des. I have sent to bid Cassio come speak
Oth. I have a salt and sorry rheum offends
Lend me thy handkerchief.
Des. Here, my lord.
Oth. That which I gave you.
Des. I have it not about me.
Des. No, indeed, my lord.
Oth. That is a fault
Did an Egyptian to my mother give;
She was a charmer, and could almost read
The thoughts of people; she told her, while she
'Twould make her amiable and subdue my
Entirely to her love, but if she lost it
Or made a gift of it, my father's eye
Should hold her loathed, and his spirits should
After new fancies. She dying gave it me;
And bid me, when my fate would have me wive,
To give it her. I did so: and take heed on't;
Make it a darling like your precious eye;
To lose't or give't away, were such perdition
As nothing else could match.
Des. Is't possible?
Oth. 'Tis true; there's magic in the web of
A sibyl, that had number'd in the world
The sun to course two hundred compasses,
In her prophetic fury sew'd the work;
The worms were hallow'd that did breed the
And it was dy'd 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
Oth. Ha! wherefore?
Des. Why do you speak so startingly and
Oth. Is't lost? is't gone? speak, is it out o'
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't.
Des. Why, so I can, sir, but I will not now.
This is a trick to put me from my suit:
Pray you let Cassio be receiv'd again.
Oth. Fetch me the handkerchief; my mind
Des. Come, come;
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 fortunes on your love,
Shar'd dangers with you,
Oth. The handkerchief!
Des. In sooth you are to blame.
Oth. Away! [Exit.
Emil. Is not this man jealous?
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
They are all but stomachs, and we all but food;
They eat us hungerly, and when they are full
They belch us. Look you! Cassio and my hus-
Enter IAGO and CASSIO.
Iago. There is no other way; 'tis she must
And, lo! the happiness: go and Importune her.
Des. How now, good Cassio! what's the news.
Cas. Madam, my former suit: I do beseech
That by your virtuous means I may again
Exist, and be a member of his love
Whom I with all the office of my heart
Entirely honour; I would not be delay'd.
If my offence be of such mortal kind
That nor my service past, nor present sorrows,
Nor purpos'd merit in futurity,
Can ransom me into his love again,
But to know so must be my benefit;
So shall I clothe me in a forc'd content,
And shut myself up in some other course
To fortune's alms.
Des. Alas! thrice-gentle Cassio!
My advocation is not now in tune;
My lord is not my lord; nor should I know him,
Were he in favour as in humour alter'd.
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 awhile be pa-
What I can do I will, and more I will
Than for myself I dare: let that suffice you.
Iago. Is my lard angry?
Emil. He went hence but now,
And, certainly in strange unquietness.
Iago. Can he be angry? I have seen the
When it hath blown his ranks into the air,
And, like the devil, from his very arm
Puff'd his own brother; and can he be angry?
Something of moment then; I will go meet him;
There's matter in't indeed, if he be angry.
Des. I prithee, do so. [Exit IAGO.] Some-
thing, sure, of state,
Either from Venice, or some unhatch'd practice
Made demonstrable here in Cyprus to him,
Hath puddled his clear spirit; and, in such
Men's natures wrangle with inferior things,
Though great ones are their object. 'Tis even so;
For let our finger ache, and it indues
Our other healthful members ev'n to that sense
Of pain. Nay, we must think men are not gods,
Nor of them look for such observancy
As fits the bridal. Beshrew me much, Emilia,
I wasunhandsome warrior as I am
Arraigning his unkindness with my soul;
But now I find I had suborn'd the witness,
And he's indicted falsely.
Emil. Pray heaven it be state-matters, as you
And no conception, nor no jealous toy
Des. Alas the day! I never gave him cause.
Emil. But jealous souls will not be answer'd
They are not ever jealous for the cause,
But jealous for they are jealous; 'tis a monster
Begot upon itself, born on itself.
Des. Heaven keep that monster from Othello's
Emil. Lady, amen.
Des. I will go seek him. Cassio, walk here-
If I do find him fit, I'll move your suit
And seek to effect it to my uttermost.
Cas. I humbly thank your ladyship.
[Exeunt DESDEMONA and EMILIA.
Bian. Save you, friend Cassio!
Cas. What make you from home?
How is it with you, my most fair Bianca?
I' faith, sweet love, I was coming to your house.
Bian. And I was going to your lodging,
What! keep a week away? seven days and
Eight score eight hours? and lovers' absent
More tedious than the dial eight score times?
O weary reckoning!
Cas. Pardon me, Bianca,
I have this while with leaden thoughts been
But I shall, in a more continuate time,
Strike off this score of absence. Sweet Bianca.
[Giving her DESDEMONA'S handkerchief.
Take me this work out.
Bian. O Cassio! whence came this?
This is some token from a newer friend;
To the felt absence now I feel a cause;
Is't come to this? Well, well
Cas. Go to, woman!
Throw your vile guesses in the devil's teeth,
From whence you have them. You are jealous
That this is from some mistress, some remem-
No, in good troth, Bianca.
Bian. Why, whose is it?
Cas. I know not, sweet; I found it in my
I like the work well; ere it be demanded,
As like enough it will,I'd have it copied;
Take it and do't; and leave me for this time.
Bian. Leave you! wherefore?
Cas. I do attend here on the general,
And think it no addition nor my wish
To have him see me woman'd.
Bian. Why, I pray you?
Cas. Not that I love you not.
Bian. But that you do not love me.
I pray you, bring me on the way a little
And say if I shall see you soon at night.
Cas. 'Tis but a little way that I can bring
For I attend here; but I'll see you soon.
Bian. 'Tis very good; I must be circum-