I
must take out the work? There, give it your hobby- horse163:
wheresoever you had it, I’ll take out no work
on’t.
CASSIO How now, my sweet Bianca? How now? How now?OTHELLO By heaven, that should167 be my handkerchief!BIANCA If you’ll come to supper168 tonight, you may: if you
will not, come when you are next prepared for.
IAGO After her, after her.CASSIO I must: she’ll rail171 in the streets else.IAGO Will you sup there?CASSIO Yes, I intend so.IAGO Well, I may chance to see you, for I would very fain
speak with you.CASSIO Prithee come. Will you?IAGO Go to: say no more.[
OTHELLO How shall I murder him, Iago?
IAGO Did you perceive how he laughed at his vice? OTHELLO O, Iago!IAGO And did you see the handkerchief?OTHELLO Was that mine?IAGO Yours by this hand: and to see how he prizes the
foolish184 woman your wife! She gave it him, and he hath giv’n
it his whore.OTHELLO I would have him nine years a-killing. A fine
woman! A fair woman! A sweet woman!IAGO Nay, you must forget that.OTHELLO Ay, let her rot and perish, and be damned tonight,
for she shall not live. No, my heart is turned to stone: I strike
it, and it hurts my hand. O, the world hath not a sweeter
creature: she might lie by an emperor’s side and command
him tasks.IAGO Nay, that’s not your way194.OTHELLO Hang her! I do but say what she is: so delicate with
her needle, an admirable musician. O, she will sing the
savageness out of a bear. Of so high and plenteous wit and
invention198!IAGO She’s the worse for all this.OTHELLO O, a thousand, a thousand times! And then, of so200
gentle a condition!IAGO Ay, too gentle202.OTHELLO Nay, that’s certain. But yet the pity of it, Iago! O,
Iago, the pity of it, Iago!IAGO If you are so fond over her iniquity, give her patent205
to offend, for if it touch206 not you, it comes near nobody.OTHELLO I will chop her into messes207. Cuckold me?IAGO O, ’tis foul in her.OTHELLO With mine officer?IAGO That’s fouler.OTHELLO Get me some poison, Iago, this night: I’ll not
expostulate212 with her, lest her body and beauty unprovide my
mind again: this night, Iago.IAGO Do it not with poison: strangle her in her bed, even
the bed she hath contaminated.OTHELLO Good, good: the justice of it pleases. Very good.IAGO And for Cassio, let me be his undertaker217: you shall
hear more by midnight.
What trumpet is that same?IAGO I warrant something from Venice.
’Tis Lodovico: this comes from the duke.
See, your wife’s with him.LODOVICO Save you, worthy general!OTHELLO With all my heart, sir.LODOVICO The duke and the senators of Venice
greet you.OTHELLO I kiss the instrument of their pleasures227.
DESDEMONA And what’s the news, good cousin228
Lodovico?IAGO I am very glad to see you, signior.
Welcome to Cyprus.LODOVICO I thank you. How does Lieutenant Cassio? IAGO Lives, sir.DESDEMONA Cousin, there’s fall’n between him and my lord
An unkind breach234: but you shall make all well.OTHELLO Are you sure of that?DESDEMONA My lord?
OTHELLO ‘This fail you not to do, as you will—’LODOVICO He did not call: he’s busy in the paper.
Is there division ’twixt my lord and Cassio?DESDEMONA A most unhappy one: I would do much
T’atone241 them, for the love I bear to Cassio.OTHELLO Fire and brimstone! DESDEMONA My lord?OTHELLO Are you wise244?DESDEMONA What? Is he angry?LODOVICO Maybe th’letter moved him,
For, as I think, they do command him home,
Deputing Cassio in his government.DESDEMONA Trust me, I am glad on’t249.OTHELLO Indeed?DESDEMONA My lord?OTHELLO I am glad to see you mad252.DESDEMONA Why, sweet Othello?OTHELLO Devil!
DESDEMONA I have not deserved this.LODOVICO My lord, this would not be believed in Venice,
Though I should swear I saw’t. ’Tis very much257:
Make her amends, she weeps.OTHELLO O devil, devil!
If that the earth could teem260 with woman’s tears,
Each drop she falls would prove a crocodile261.—
Out of my sight!DESDEMONA I will not stay to offend you.
LODOVICO Truly, an obedient lady:
I do beseech your lordship, call her back.OTHELLO Mistress!DESDEMONA My lord?
OTHELLO What would you with her, sir?LODOVICO Who, I, my lord?OTHELLO Ay, you did wish that I would make her turn:
Sir, she can turn271, and turn, and yet go on
And turn again: and she can weep, sir, weep:
And she’s obedient273, as you say, obedient:
Very obedient.— Proceed you in your tears.—
Concerning this, sir, — O well-painted passion275! —
I am commanded home.— Get you away:
I’ll send for you anon.— Sir, I obey the mandate,
And will return to Venice.— Hence, avaunt! [
Cassio shall have my place279. And, sir, tonight
I do entreat that we may sup together:
You are welcome, sir, to Cyprus.— Goats and monkeys281!
LODOVICO Is this the noble Moor whom our full282 senate
Call all in all sufficient283? Is this the nature
Whom passion could not shake? Whose solid virtue
The shot of accident nor dart of chance
Could neither graze nor pierce?IAGO He is much changed.LODOVICO Are his wits safe? Is he not light of brain?IAGO He’s that he is: I may not breathe my censure289
What he might be: if what he might he is not,290
I would to heaven he were!LODOVICO What, strike his wife? IAGO Faith, that was not so well293, yet would I knew
That stroke would prove the worst!LODOVICO Is it his use295?
Or did the letters work upon his blood
And new-create his fault?IAGO Alas, alas!
It is not honesty in me to speak
What I have seen and known. You shall observe him,
And his own courses will denote301 him so
That I may save my speech: do but go after,
And mark how he continues.LODOVICO I am sorry that I am deceived in him.
Act 4 Scene 2
Each syllable that breath made up between them.OTHELLO What, did they never whisper?EMILIA Never, my lord.OTHELLO Nor send you out o’th’way?EMILIA Never.OTHELLO To fetch her fan, her gloves, her mask, nor nothing?EMILIA Never, my lord.OTHELLO That’s strange.EMILIA I durst13, my lord, to wager she is honest,
Lay down my soul at stake14: if you think other,
Remove your thought, it doth abuse your bosom:
If any wretch have put this in your head,
Let heaven requite it with the serpent’s curse17!
For if she be not honest, chaste and true,
There’s no man happy: the purest of their wives
Is foul as slander.OTHELLO Bid her come hither: