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    Act III. Scene III

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    SCENE III. The garden of the castle.

    Enter DESDEMONA, CASSIO, and EMILIA
    DESDEMONA
    Be thou assured, good Cassio, I will do
    All my abilities in thy behalf.

    EMILIA
    Good madam, do: I warrant it grieves my husband,
    As if the case were his.

    DESDEMONA
    O, that's an honest fellow. Do not doubt, Cassio,
    But I will have my lord and you again
    As friendly as you were.

    CASSIO
    Bounteous madam,
    Whatever shall become of Michael Cassio,
    He's never any thing but your true servant.

    DESDEMONA
    I know't; I thank you. You do love my lord:
    You have known him long; and be you well assured
    He shall in strangeness stand no further off
    Than in a polite distance.

    CASSIO
    Ay, but, lady,
    That policy may either last so long,
    Or feed upon such nice and waterish diet,
    Or breed itself so out of circumstance,
    That, I being absent and my place supplied,
    My general will forget my love and service.

    DESDEMONA
    Do not doubt that; before Emilia here
    I give thee warrant of thy place: assure thee,
    If I do vow a friendship, I'll perform it
    To the last article: my lord shall never rest;
    I'll watch him tame and talk him out of patience;
    His bed shall seem a school, his board a shrift;
    I'll intermingle every thing he does
    With Cassio's suit: therefore be merry, Cassio;
    For thy solicitor shall rather die
    Than give thy cause away.

    EMILIA
    Madam, here comes my lord.

    CASSIO
    Madam, I'll take my leave.

    DESDEMONA
    Why, stay, and hear me speak.

    CASSIO
    Madam, not now: I am very ill at ease,
    Unfit for mine own purposes.

    DESDEMONA
    Well, do your discretion.

    Exit CASSIO

    Enter OTHELLO and IAGO

    IAGO
    Ha! I like not that.

    OTHELLO
    What dost thou say?

    IAGO
    Nothing, my lord: or if--I know not what.

    OTHELLO
    Was not that Cassio parted from my wife?

    IAGO
    Cassio, my lord! No, sure, I cannot think it,
    That he would steal away so guilty-like,
    Seeing you coming.

    OTHELLO
    I do believe 'twas he.

    DESDEMONA
    How now, my lord!
    I have been talking with a suitor here,
    A man that languishes in your displeasure.

    OTHELLO
    Who is't you mean?

    DESDEMONA
    Why, your lieutenant, Cassio. Good my lord,
    If I have any grace or power to move you,
    His present reconciliation take;
    For if he be not one that truly loves you,
    That errs in ignorance and not in cunning,
    I have no judgment in an honest face:
    I prithee, call him back.

    OTHELLO
    Went he hence now?

    DESDEMONA
    Ay, sooth; so humbled
    That he hath left part of his grief with me,
    To suffer with him. Good love, call him back.

    OTHELLO
    Not now, sweet Desdemona; some other time.

    DESDEMONA
    But shall't be shortly?

    OTHELLO
    The sooner, sweet, for you.

    DESDEMONA
    Shall't be to-night at supper?

    OTHELLO
    No, not to-night.

    DESDEMONA
    To-morrow dinner, then?

    OTHELLO
    I shall not dine at home;
    I meet the captains at the citadel.

    DESDEMONA
    Why, then, to-morrow night; or Tuesday morn;
    On Tuesday noon, or night; on Wednesday morn:
    I prithee, name the time, but let it not
    Exceed three days: in faith, he's penitent;
    And yet his trespass, in our common reason--
    Save that, they say, the wars must make examples
    Out of their best--is not almost a fault
    To incur a private cheque. When shall he come?
    Tell me, Othello: I wonder in my soul,
    What you would ask me, that I should deny,
    Or stand so mammering on. What! Michael Cassio,
    That came a-wooing with you, and so many a time,
    When I have spoke of you dispraisingly,
    Hath ta'en your part; to have so much to do
    To bring him in! Trust me, I could do much,--

    OTHELLO
    Prithee, no more: let him come when he will;
    I will deny thee nothing.

    DESDEMONA
    Why, this is not a boon;
    'Tis as I should entreat you wear your gloves,
    Or feed on nourishing dishes, or keep you warm,
    Or sue to you to do a peculiar profit
    To your own person: nay, when I have a suit
    Wherein I mean to touch your love indeed,
    It shall be full of poise and difficult weight
    And fearful to be granted.

    OTHELLO
    I will deny thee nothing:
    Whereon, I do beseech thee, grant me this,
    To leave me but a little to myself.

    DESDEMONA
    Shall I deny you? no: farewell, my lord.

    OTHELLO
    Farewell, my Desdemona: I'll come to thee straight.

    DESDEMONA
    Emilia, come. Be as your fancies teach you;
    Whate'er you be, I am obedient.

    Exeunt DESDEMONA and EMILIA

    OTHELLO
    Excellent wretch! Perdition catch my soul,
    But I do love thee! and when I love thee not,
    Chaos is come again.

    IAGO
    My noble lord--

    OTHELLO
    What dost thou say, Iago?

    IAGO
    Did Michael Cassio, when you woo'd my lady,
    Know of your love?

    OTHELLO
    He did, from first to last: why dost thou ask?

    IAGO
    But for a satisfaction of my thought;
    No further harm.

    OTHELLO
    Why of thy thought, Iago?

    IAGO
    I did not think he had been acquainted with her.

    OTHELLO
    O, yes; and went between us very oft.

    IAGO
    Indeed!

    OTHELLO
    Indeed! ay, indeed: discern'st thou aught in that?
    Is he not honest?

    IAGO
    Honest, my lord!

    OTHELLO
    Honest! ay, honest.

    IAGO
    My lord, for aught I know.

    OTHELLO
    What dost thou think?

    IAGO
    Think, my lord!

    OTHELLO
    Think, my lord!
    By heaven, he echoes me,
    As if there were some monster in his thought
    Too hideous to be shown. Thou dost mean something:
    I heard thee say even now, thou likedst not that,
    When Cassio left my wife: what didst not like?
    And when I told thee he was of my counsel
    In my whole course of wooing, thou criedst 'Indeed!'
    And didst contract and purse thy brow together,
    As if thou then hadst shut up in thy brain
    Some horrible conceit: if thou dost love me,
    Show me thy thought.

    IAGO
    My lord, you know I love you.

    OTHELLO
    I think thou dost;
    And, for I know thou'rt full of love and honesty,
    And weigh'st thy words before thou givest them breath,
    Therefore these stops of thine fright me the more:
    For such things in a false disloyal knave
    Are tricks of custom, but in a man that's just
    They are close delations, working from the heart
    That passion cannot rule.

    IAGO
    For Michael Cassio,
    I dare be sworn I think that he is honest.

    OTHELLO
    I think so too.

    IAGO
    Men should be what they seem;
    Or those that be not, would they might seem none!

    OTHELLO
    Certain, men should be what they seem.

    IAGO
    Why, then, I think Cassio's an honest man.

    OTHELLO
    Nay, yet there's more in this:
    I prithee, speak to me as to thy thinkings,
    As thou dost ruminate, and give thy worst of thoughts
    The worst of words.

    IAGO
    Good my lord, pardon me:
    Though I am bound to every act of duty,
    I am not bound to that all slaves are free to.
    Utter my thoughts? Why, say they are vile and false;
    As where's that palace whereinto foul things
    Sometimes intrude not? who has a breast so pure,
    But some uncleanly apprehensions
    Keep leets and law-days and in session sit
    With meditations lawful?

    OTHELLO
    Thou dost conspire against thy friend, Iago,
    If thou but think'st him wrong'd and makest his ear
    A stranger to thy thoughts.

    IAGO
    I do beseech you--
    Though I perchance am vicious in my guess,
    As, I confess, it is my nature's plague
    To spy into abuses, and oft my jealousy
    Shapes faults that are not--that your wisdom yet,
    From one that so imperfectly conceits,
    Would take no notice, nor build yourself a trouble
    Out of his scattering and unsure observance.
    It were not for your quiet nor your good,
    Nor for my manhood, honesty, or wisdom,
    To let you know my thoughts.

    OTHELLO
    What dost thou mean?

    IAGO
    Good name in man and woman, dear my lord,
    Is the immediate jewel of their souls:
    Who steals my purse steals trash; 'tis something, nothing;
    'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands:
    But he that filches from me my good name
    Robs me of that which not enriches him
    And makes me poor indeed.

    OTHELLO
    By heaven, I'll know thy thoughts.

    IAGO
    You cannot, if my heart were in your hand;
    Nor shall not, whilst 'tis in my custody.

    OTHELLO
    Ha!

    IAGO
    O, beware, my lord, of jealousy;
    It is the green-eyed monster which doth mock
    The meat it feeds on; that cuckold lives in bliss
    Who, certain of his fate, loves not his wronger;
    But, O, what damned minutes tells he o'er
    Who dotes, yet doubts, suspects, yet strongly loves!

    OTHELLO
    O misery!

    IAGO
    Poor and content is rich and rich enough,
    But riches fineless is as poor as winter
    To him that ever fears he shall be poor.
    Good heaven, the souls of all my tribe defend
    From jealousy!

    OTHELLO
    Why, why is this?
    Think'st thou I'ld make a lie of jealousy,
    To follow still the changes of the moon
    With fresh suspicions? No; to be once in doubt
    Is once to be resolved: exchange me for a goat,
    When I shall turn the business of my soul
    To such exsufflicate and blown surmises,
    Matching thy inference. 'Tis not to make me jealous
    To say my wife is fair, feeds well, loves company,
    Is free of speech, sings, plays and dances well;
    Where virtue is, these are more virtuous:
    Nor from mine own weak merits will I draw
    The smallest fear or doubt of her revolt;
    For she had eyes, and chose me. No, Iago;
    I'll see before I doubt; when I doubt, prove;
    And on the proof, there is no more but this,--
    Away at once with love or jealousy!

    IAGO
    I am glad of it; for now I shall have reason
    To show the love and duty that I bear you
    With franker spirit: therefore, as I am bound,
    Receive it from me. I speak not yet of proof.
    Look to your wife; observe her well with Cassio;
    Wear your eye thus, not jealous nor secure:
    I would not have your free and noble nature,
    Out of self-bounty, be abused; look to't:
    I know our country disposition well;
    In Venice they do let heaven see the pranks
    They dare not show their husbands; their best conscience
    Is not to leave't undone, but keep't unknown.

    OTHELLO
    Dost thou say so?

    IAGO
    She did deceive her father, marrying you;
    And when she seem'd to shake and fear your looks,
    She loved them most.

    OTHELLO
    And so she did.

    IAGO
    Why, go to then;
    She that, so young, could give out such a seeming,
    To seal her father's eyes up close as oak-
    He thought 'twas witchcraft--but I am much to blame;
    I humbly do beseech you of your pardon
    For too much loving you.

    OTHELLO
    I am bound to thee for ever.

    IAGO
    I see this hath a little dash'd your spirits.

    OTHELLO
    Not a jot, not a jot.

    IAGO
    I' faith, I fear it has.
    I hope you will consider what is spoke
    Comes from my love. But I do see you're moved:
    I am to pray you not to strain my speech
    To grosser issues nor to larger reach
    Than to suspicion.

    OTHELLO
    I will not.

    IAGO
    Should you do so, my lord,
    My speech should fall into such vile success
    As my thoughts aim not at. Cassio's my worthy friend--
    My lord, I see you're moved.

    OTHELLO
    No, not much moved:
    I do not think but Desdemona's honest.

    IAGO
    Long live she so! and long live you to think so!

    OTHELLO
    And yet, how nature erring from itself,--

    IAGO
    Ay, there's the point: as--to be bold with you--
    Not to affect many proposed matches
    Of her own clime, complexion, and degree,
    Whereto we see in all things nature tends--
    Foh! one may smell in such a will most rank,
    Foul disproportion thoughts unnatural.
    But pardon me; I do not in position
    Distinctly speak of her; though I may fear
    Her will, recoiling to her better judgment,
    May fall to match you with her country forms
    And happily repent.

    OTHELLO
    Farewell, farewell:
    If more thou dost perceive, let me know more;
    Set on thy wife to observe: leave me, Iago:

    IAGO
    [Going] My lord, I take my leave.

    OTHELLO
    Why did I marry? This honest creature doubtless
    Sees and knows more, much more, than he unfolds.

    IAGO
    [Returning] My lord, I would I might entreat
    your honour
    To scan this thing no further; leave it to time:
    Though it be fit that Cassio have his place,
    For sure, he fills it up with great ability,
    Yet, if you please to hold him off awhile,
    You shall by that perceive him and his means:
    Note, if your lady strain his entertainment
    With any strong or vehement importunity;
    Much will be seen in that. In the mean time,
    Let me be thought too busy in my fears--
    As worthy cause I have to fear I am--
    And hold her free, I do beseech your honour.

    OTHELLO
    Fear not my government.

    IAGO
    I once more take my leave.

    Exit

    OTHELLO
    This fellow's of exceeding honesty,
    And knows all qualities, with a learned spirit,
    Of human dealings. If I do prove her haggard,
    Though that her jesses were my dear heartstrings,
    I'ld whistle her off and let her down the wind,
    To pray at fortune. Haply, for I am black
    And have not those soft parts of conversation
    That chamberers have, or for I am declined
    Into the vale of years,--yet that's not much--
    She's gone. I am abused; and my relief
    Must be to loathe her. O curse of marriage,
    That we can call these delicate creatures ours,
    And not their appetites! I had rather be a toad,
    And live upon the vapour of a dungeon,
    Than keep a corner in the thing I love
    For others' uses. Yet, 'tis the plague of great ones;
    Prerogatived are they less than the base;
    'Tis destiny unshunnable, like death:
    Even then this forked plague is fated to us
    When we do quicken. Desdemona comes:

    Re-enter DESDEMONA and EMILIA

    If she be false, O, then heaven mocks itself!
    I'll not believe't.

    DESDEMONA
    How now, my dear Othello!
    Your dinner, and the generous islanders
    By you invited, do attend your presence.

    OTHELLO
    I am to blame.

    DESDEMONA
    Why do you speak so faintly?
    Are you not well?

    OTHELLO
    I have a pain upon my forehead here.

    DESDEMONA
    'Faith, that's with watching; 'twill away again:
    Let me but bind it hard, within this hour
    It will be well.

    OTHELLO
    Your napkin is too little:

    He puts the handkerchief from him; and it drops

    Let it alone. Come, I'll go in with you.

    DESDEMONA
    I am very sorry that you are not well.

    Exeunt OTHELLO and DESDEMONA

    EMILIA
    I am glad I have found this napkin:
    This was her first remembrance from the Moor:
    My wayward husband hath a hundred times
    Woo'd me to steal it; but she so loves the token,
    For he conjured her she should ever keep it,
    That she reserves it evermore about her
    To kiss and talk to. I'll have the work ta'en out,
    And give't Iago: what he will do with it
    Heaven knows, not I;
    I nothing but to please his fantasy.

    Re-enter Iago

    IAGO
    How now! what do you here alone?

    EMILIA
    Do not you chide; I have a thing for you.

    IAGO
    A thing for me? it is a common thing--

    EMILIA
    Ha!

    IAGO
    To have a foolish wife.

    EMILIA
    O, is that all? What will you give me now
    For the same handkerchief?

    IAGO
    What handkerchief?

    EMILIA
    What handkerchief?
    Why, that the Moor first gave to Desdemona;
    That which so often you did bid me steal.

    IAGO
    Hast stol'n it from her?

    EMILIA
    No, 'faith; she let it drop by negligence.
    And, to the advantage, I, being here, took't up.
    Look, here it is.

    IAGO
    A good wench; give it me.

    EMILIA
    What will you do with 't, that you have been
    so earnest
    To have me filch it?

    IAGO
    [Snatching it] Why, what's that to you?

    EMILIA
    If it be not for some purpose of import,
    Give't me again: poor lady, she'll run mad
    When she shall lack it.

    IAGO
    Be not acknown on 't; I have use for it.
    Go, leave me.

    Exit EMILIA

    I will in Cassio's lodging lose this napkin,
    And let him find it. Trifles light as air
    Are to the jealous confirmations strong
    As proofs of holy writ: this may do something.
    The Moor already changes with my poison:
    Dangerous conceits are, in their natures, poisons.
    Which at the first are scarce found to distaste,
    But with a little act upon the blood.
    Burn like the mines of Sulphur. I did say so:
    Look, where he comes!

    Re-enter OTHELLO

    Not poppy, nor mandragora,
    Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world,
    Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep
    Which thou owedst yesterday.

    OTHELLO
    Ha! ha! false to me?

    IAGO
    Why, how now, general! no more of that.

    OTHELLO
    Avaunt! be gone! thou hast set me on the rack:
    I swear 'tis better to be much abused
    Than but to know't a little.

    IAGO
    How now, my lord!

    OTHELLO
    What sense had I of her stol'n hours of lust?
    I saw't not, thought it not, it harm'd not me:
    I slept the next night well, was free and merry;
    I found not Cassio's kisses on her lips:
    He that is robb'd, not wanting what is stol'n,
    Let him not know't, and he's not robb'd at all.

    IAGO
    I am sorry to hear this.

    OTHELLO
    I had been happy, if the general camp,
    Pioners and all, had tasted her sweet body,
    So I had nothing known. O, now, for ever
    Farewell the tranquil mind! farewell content!
    Farewell the plumed troop, and the big wars,
    That make ambition virtue! O, farewell!
    Farewell the neighing steed, and the shrill trump,
    The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife,
    The royal banner, and all quality,
    Pride, pomp and circumstance of glorious war!
    And, O you mortal engines, whose rude throats
    The immortal Jove's dead clamours counterfeit,
    Farewell! Othello's occupation's gone!

    IAGO
    Is't possible, my lord?

    OTHELLO
    Villain, be sure thou prove my love a whore,
    Be sure of it; give me the ocular proof:
    Or by the worth of man's eternal soul,
    Thou hadst been better have been born a dog
    Than answer my waked wrath!

    IAGO
    Is't come to this?

    OTHELLO
    Make me to see't; or, at the least, so prove it,
    That the probation bear no hinge nor loop
    To hang a doubt on; or woe upon thy life!

    IAGO
    My noble lord,--

    OTHELLO
    If thou dost slander her and torture me,
    Never pray more; abandon all remorse;
    On horror's head horrors accumulate;
    Do deeds to make heaven weep, all earth amazed;
    For nothing canst thou to damnation add
    Greater than that.

    IAGO
    O grace! O heaven forgive me!
    Are you a man? have you a soul or sense?
    God be wi' you; take mine office. O wretched fool.
    That livest to make thine honesty a vice!
    O monstrous world! Take note, take note, O world,
    To be direct and honest is not safe.
    I thank you for this profit; and from hence
    I'll love no friend, sith love breeds such offence.

    OTHELLO
    Nay, stay: thou shouldst be honest.

    IAGO
    I should be wise, for honesty's a fool
    And loses that it works for.

    OTHELLO
    By the world,
    I think my wife be honest and think she is not;
    I think that thou art just and think thou art not.
    I'll have some proof. Her name, that was as fresh
    As Dian's visage, is now begrimed and black
    As mine own face. If there be cords, or knives,
    Poison, or fire, or suffocating streams,
    I'll not endure it. Would I were satisfied!

    IAGO
    I see, sir, you are eaten up with passion:
    I do repent me that I put it to you.
    You would be satisfied?

    OTHELLO
    Would! nay, I will.

    IAGO
    And may: but, how? how satisfied, my lord?
    Would you, the supervisor, grossly gape on--
    Behold her topp'd?

    OTHELLO
    Death and damnation! O!

    IAGO
    It were a tedious difficulty, I think,
    To bring them to that prospect: damn them then,
    If ever mortal eyes do see them bolster
    More than their own! What then? how then?
    What shall I say? Where's satisfaction?
    It is impossible you should see this,
    Were they as prime as goats, as hot as monkeys,
    As salt as wolves in pride, and fools as gross
    As ignorance made drunk. But yet, I say,
    If imputation and strong circumstances,
    Which lead directly to the door of truth,
    Will give you satisfaction, you may have't.

    OTHELLO
    Give me a living reason she's disloyal.

    IAGO
    I do not like the office:
    But, sith I am enter'd in this cause so far,
    Prick'd to't by foolish honesty and love,
    I will go on. I lay with Cassio lately;
    And, being troubled with a raging tooth,
    I could not sleep.
    There are a kind of men so loose of soul,
    That in their sleeps will mutter their affairs:
    One of this kind is Cassio:
    In sleep I heard him say 'Sweet Desdemona,
    Let us be wary, let us hide our loves;'
    And then, sir, would he gripe and wring my hand,
    Cry 'O sweet creature!' and then kiss me hard,
    As if he pluck'd up kisses by the roots
    That grew upon my lips: then laid his leg
    Over my thigh, and sigh'd, and kiss'd; and then
    Cried 'Cursed fate that gave thee to the Moor!'

    OTHELLO
    O monstrous! monstrous!

    IAGO
    Nay, this was but his dream.

    OTHELLO
    But this denoted a foregone conclusion:
    'Tis a shrewd doubt, though it be but a dream.

    IAGO
    And this may help to thicken other proofs
    That do demonstrate thinly.

    OTHELLO
    I'll tear her all to pieces.

    IAGO
    Nay, but be wise: yet we see nothing done;
    She may be honest yet. Tell me but this,
    Have you not sometimes seen a handkerchief
    Spotted with strawberries in your wife's hand?

    OTHELLO
    I gave her such a one; 'twas my first gift.

    IAGO
    I know not that; but such a handkerchief--
    I am sure it was your wife's--did I to-day
    See Cassio wipe his beard with.

    OTHELLO
    If it be that--

    IAGO
    If it be that, or any that was hers,
    It speaks against her with the other proofs.

    OTHELLO
    O, that the slave had forty thousand lives!
    One is too poor, too weak for my revenge.
    Now do I see 'tis true. Look here, Iago;
    All my fond love thus do I blow to heaven.
    'Tis gone.
    Arise, black vengeance, from thy hollow cell!
    Yield up, O love, thy crown and hearted throne
    To tyrannous hate! Swell, bosom, with thy fraught,
    For 'tis of aspics' tongues!

    IAGO
    Yet be content.

    OTHELLO
    O, blood, blood, blood!

    IAGO
    Patience, I say; your mind perhaps may change.

    OTHELLO
    Never, Iago: Like to the Pontic sea,
    Whose icy current and compulsive course
    Ne'er feels retiring ebb, but keeps due on
    To the Propontic and the Hellespont,
    Even so my bloody thoughts, with violent pace,
    Shall ne'er look back, ne'er ebb to humble love,
    Till that a capable and wide revenge
    Swallow them up. Now, by yond marble heaven,

    Kneels

    In the due reverence of a sacred vow
    I here engage my words.

    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,
    What bloody business ever.

    They rise

    OTHELLO
    I greet thy love,
    Not with vain thanks, but with acceptance bounteous,
    And will upon the instant put thee to't:
    Within these three days let me hear thee say
    That Cassio's not alive.

    IAGO
    My friend is dead; 'tis done at your request:
    But let her live.

    OTHELLO
    Damn her, lewd minx! O, damn her!
    Come, go with me apart; I will withdraw,
    To furnish me with some swift means of death
    For the fair devil. Now art thou my lieutenant.

    IAGO
    I am your own for ever.

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