He will recover straight: when he is gone, [Exit Cassio. How is it, general? have you not hurt your head? Oth. Dost thou mock me? Iago. I mock you! no, by heaven. 61 Would you would bear your fortune 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? Iago. Good sir, be a man; Think every bearded fellow that's but yoked To lip a wanton in a secure couch, And to suppose her chaste! No, let me know; Oth. O, thou art wise; 'tis certain. Iago. 71 Stand you awhile apart; Confine yourself but in a patient list. And laid good 'scuse upon your ecstasy; 80 That dwell in every region of his face; Where, how, how oft, how long ago and when Oth. 90 Iago. [Othello retires. Now will I question Cassio of Bianca, To beguile many and be beguiled by one. He, when he hears of her, cannot refrain From the excess of laughter. Here he comes. 100 Re-enter Cassio. As he shall smile, Othello shall go mad; Cas. The worser that you give me the addition Whose want even kills me. Iago. Ply Desdemona well, and you are sure on 't. Cas. How quickly should you speed! Oth. Look, how he laughs already! Alas, poor caitiff! Iago. I never knew a woman love man so. Cas. Alas, poor rogue! I think, i' faith, she loves me. Oth. Now he denies it faintly and laughs it out. Now he importunes him To tell it o'er: go to; well said, well said. lago. She gives it out that you shall marry her : Do you intend it ? Cas. Ha, ha, ha ! Oth. Do you triumph, Roman? do you triumph ? Oth. So, so, so, so: they laugh that win. lago. Faith, the cry goes that you shall marry her. I 20 Cas. This is the monkey's own giving out: she is 130 persuaded I will marry her, out of her own love Oth. Iago beckons me; now he begins the story. Oth. Crying 'O dear Cassio !' as it were: his gesture 140 Cas. So hangs and lolls and weeps upon me; so hales and pulls me: ha, ha, ha! Oth. Now he tells how she plucked him to my chamber. O, I see that nose of yours, but not that dog I shall throw it to. Cas. Well, I must leave her company. Cas. 'Tis such another fitchew! marry, a perfumed one. Enter Bianca. What do you mean by this haunting of me? Bian. Let the devil and his dam haunt you! What did you mean by that same handkerchief you gave me even now! I was a fine fool to take it. I must take out the work? A likely piece of work, that you should find it in your chamber, and not know who left it there! This is some minx's token, and I must take out the work? There; give it your hobby-horse: wheresoever you had it, I'll take out no work on 't. 150 Cas. How now, my sweet Bianca! how now! how 160 now! Oth. By heaven, that should be my handkerchief! Bian. An you'll come to supper to-night, you may; an you will not, come when you are next pre- lago. After her, after her. Cas. Faith, I must; she'll rail i' the street else. lago. Will you sup there? Cas. Faith, I intend so. [Exit. Iago. Well, I may chance to see you; for I would 170 very fain speak with you. Cas. Prithee, come; will you ? lago. Go to; say no more. [Exit Cassio. Oth. [Advancing] How shall I murder him, Iago? lago. Did you perceive how he laughed at his vice? Oth. O Iago! Iago. And did you see the handkerchief? Oth. Was that mine? lago. Yours, by this hand: and to see how he prizes the foolish woman your wife! she gave it him, 180 and he hath given it his whore. Oth. I would have him nine years a-killing. A fine woman! a fair woman! a sweet woman! Iago. Nay, you must forget that. Oth. 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 way. Oth. 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 invention : Iago. She's the worse for all this. Oth. O, a thousand thousand times: and then, of so gentle a condition! Iago. Ay, too gentle. 190 Oth. Nay, that's certain : but yet the pity of it, lago! 200 O Iago, the pity of it, Iago! lago. If you are so fond over her iniquity, give her patent to offend; for, if it touch not you, it comes near nobody. Oth. I will chop her into messes: cuckold me! lago. O, 'tis foul in her. |