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Is it come to this? Well, well.


Throw your vile guesses in the
From whence you have them.

Woman, go to! devil's teeth,

You are jealous now,

That this is from some mistress, some remembrance:
No, in good troth, Bianca.


Why, whose is it?

Cas. I know not, sweet: I found it in my chamber.

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.


Cas. Not that I love you not.


Why, I pray you?

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 you, For I attend here: but I'll see you soon.

Bian. "Tis very good; I must be circumstanc'd.


SCENE I. The same.



Iago. Will you think so?

Think so, Iago?


I must be circumstanc'd.] Rather, I must give way



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Iago. Or to be naked with her friend abed,
An hour, or more, not meaning any harm?
Oth. Naked abed, lago, and not mean harm?
It is hypocrisy against the devil:*

They that mean virtuously, and yet do so,

The devil their virtue tempts, and they tempt heaven. Iago. So they do nothing, 'tis a venial slip:

But if I give my wife a handkerchief,

Oth. What then?

Iago. Why, then 'tis hers, my lord; and, being hers,


may, I think, bestow't on any man.

Oth. She is protectress of her honour too; May she give that?


Lago. Her honour is an essence that's not seen; They have it very oft, that have it not:

But, for the handkerchief,

Oth. By heaven, I would most gladly have forgot it:

Thou said'st,-O, it comes o'er my memory,
As doth the raven o'er the infected house,
Boding to all," he had my handkerchief.
Iago. Ay, what of that?

That's not so good, now.

Iago. What, if I had said, I had seen him do


Or heard him say,-As knaves be such abroad,


4 It is hypocrisy against the devil:] Hypocrisy against the devil, means hypocrisy to cheat the devil. As common hypocrites cheat men, by seeming good, and yet living wickedly, these men would cheat the devil, by giving him flattering hopes, and at last avoiding the crime which he thinks them ready to commit. JOHNSON. boding to all-] The raven was thought to be a constant attendant on a house, in which there was infection.


Who having, by their own importunate suit
Or voluntary dotage of some mistress,
Convinced or supplied them, cannot choose
But they must blab



Hath he said any thing?

Iago. He hath, my lord; but be you well assur'd, No more than he'll unswear.


What hath he said?

Iago. 'Faith, that he did, I know not what he

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With her, on her; what Oth. Lie with her! lie on her!-We say, lie on her, when they belie her: Lie with her! that's fulsome.-Handkerchief,-confessions,-handkerchief. To confess, and be hanged' for his labour. -First, to be hanged, and then to confess:-I tremble at it. Nature would not invest herself in such shadowing passion, without some instruction. It is not words, that shake me thus:-Pish!


• Convinced or supplied them,] Dr. Farmer is of opinion that supplied has here the same meaning as supplicated. But Mr. Steevens says that Supplied is the old spelling of suppled, i. e. softened.

7 To confess, and be hanged-] This is a proverbial saying. without some instruction.] Othello alludes to Cassio's dream, which had been invented and told him by Iago. When many confused and very interesting ideas pour in upon the mind all at once, and with such rapidity that it has not time to shape or di gest them, if it does not relieve itself by tears (which we know it often does, whether for joy or grief) it produces stupefaction and fainting.

Othello, in broken sentences and single words, all of which have a reference to the cause of his jealousy, shows, that all the proofs are present at once to his mind, which so over-powers it, that he falls into a trance, the natural consequence.


Noses, ears, and lips-Is it possible?-Confess!Handkerchief!-O devil!— [Falls in a Trance.

Iago. Work on,

My medicine, work! Thus credulous fools are Mida sue caught;

And many worthy and chaste dames, even thus, All guiltless meet reproach.-What, ho! my lord!


My lord, I say! Othello!-How now, Cassio?
Cas. What is the matter?

Iago. My lord is fallen into an epilepsy;
This is his second fit; he had one yesterday.
Cas. Rub him about the temples.


No, forbear:


The lethargy must have his quiet
If not, he foams at mouth; and, by and by,
Breaks out to savage madness. Look, he stirs:
Do you withdraw yourself a little while,
He will recover straight; when he is gone,
I would on great occasion speak with you.

[Exit CASSIO How is it, general? have you not hurt your head? Oth. Dost thou mock me?

Iago. I mock you! no, by heaven: 'Would, you would bear 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?


Good sir, be a man:

Think, every bearded fellow, that's but yok'd,
May draw with you: there's millions now alive,
That nightly lie in those unproper beds,

- in those unproper beds,] Unproper, for common.

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,1

And to suppose her chaste! No, let me know;
And, knowing what I am, I know what she shall be.
Oth. O, thou art wise; 'tis certain.

Iago. Stand you awhile apart; Confine yourself but in a patient list.2

Whilst you were here, ere while mad with your


(A passion most unsuiting such a man,) Cassio came hither: I shifted him away, And laid good 'scuse upon your ecstasy;

Bade him anon return, and here speak with me;
The which he promis'd. Do but encave yourself,3
And mark the fleers, the gibes, and notable scorns,
That dwell in every region of his face;

For I will make him tell the tale anew,-
Where, how, how oft, how long ago, and when
He hath, and is again to cope your wife;

I say, but mark his gesture. Marry, patience;
Or I shall say, you are all in all in spleen,
And nothing of a man.


Dost thou hear, Iago?

I will be found most cunning in my patience;
But (dost thou hear?) most bloody.


That's not amiss;

[OTHELLO withdraws.

But yet keep time in all. Will you withdraw?

Now will I question Cassio of Bianca,

A housewife, that, by selling her desires,
Buys herself bread and clothes: it is a creature,

in a secure couch,] In a couch in which he is lulled into

a false security and confidence in his wife's virtue.


list.] List, or lists, is barriers, bounds. Keep your temper, says Iago, within the bounds of patience.

encave yourself,] Hide yourself in a private place.

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