Oth. What sense had I of her stolen hours of lust? He that is robb'd, not wanting what is stolen, Oth. I had been happy, if the general camp, Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war! And, oh, you mortal engines, whose rude throats Th' immortal Jove's dread clamours counterfeit, Farewel! Othello's occupation's gone! Iago. Is't possible, my lord? Oth. Villain, be sure you prove my love a whore; Be sure of it give me the ocular proof. [Catching hold on him. Or, by the worth of mine eternal soul, Thou hadst been better, being born a dog, (62) Than answer my naked wrath. (62) Being born a dog. If the north side of the moon Iago. Is't come to this? [it, Oth. Make me to see't; or, at the least, so prove That the probation bear no hinge, nor loop, (63) To hang a doubt on: or, woe upon thy life! Iago. My noble lord Oth. 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 amaz'd; be on the right hand, and Iago's head be looked at horizontally, it will exhibit the likeness of a mastiff dog barking; and as this is often alluded to in respect of this part of the moon, the dog is drawn in Fig. 105. し (63) Hinge nor loop. Note the shape of the streaks of light on the upper part of Cassio's person. For nothing canst thou to damnation add, Iago. Oh grace! ok Heaven defend me! [world, I thank you for this profit, and from hence Oth. By the world, I think my wife is honest, and think she is not; You would be satisfied? Oth. Would? nay, and will. lago. And may; but how? how satisfied, my Would you be supervisor, grossly gape on? [lord? Behold her tupp'd? Oth. Death and damnation! oh! Iago. It were a tedious difficulty, I think, To bring 'em 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, But sith I'm entered in this cause so far, There are a kind of men, so loose of soul, Oth. Oh, monstrous! monstrous! Jago. Nay, this was but his dream. Oth. But this denoted a foregone conclusion; 'Tis a shrewd doubt, though it be but a dream. Jago. And this may help to thicken other proofs, That do demonstrate thinly. Oth. I'll tear her all to pieces. Iago. Nay, but be wise; yet we see nothing She may be honest yet.-Tell me but this, [done; Have you not sometimes seen a handkerchief, Spotted with strawberries, in your wife's hand? Oth. I gave her such a one, 'twas my first gift. Iago. I know not that; but such a handkerchief, (I'm sure it was your wife's), did I to-day See Cassio wipe his beard with. Oth. If it be that Iago. If it be that, or any, if 'twas hers, It speaks against her with the other proofs. Oth. Oh, that the slave had forty thousand lives! One is too poor, too weak for my revenge. Look here, Iago, Now do I see 'tis true. All my fond love thus do I blow to heaven; Arise black vengeance from the hollow hell! Yield up, oh love, thy crown and hearted throne To tyrannous hate! swell bosom with thy fraught, For 'tis of aspic's tongues. Iago. Yet be content. Oth. Oh, blood, blood, blood [change. Iago. Patience, I say: your mind, perhaps, may Oth. Never lago. 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: |