Hath founded his good fortunes on your love; Oth. The handkerchief—— Des. In sooth you are to blame. Oth. Away! [Exit Othello. Manent DESDEMONA and EMILIA. Emil. Is not this man jealous? Des. I ne'er saw this before. Sure there's some wonder in this handkerchief: Emil. 'Tis not a year or two shews us a man : They are all but stomachs, and we all but food They eat us hungerly, and when they're full, They belch us. Look you, Cassio and my husband. Enter IAGO and CASSIO.. Iago. There is no other way, 'tis she must do't; And lo, the happiness! go and importune her. Des. How now, good Cassio, what's the new s with you? Cas. Madam, my former suit. I do beseech you, That by your virtuous means I may again Exist, and be a member of his love, That not my service past, nor present sorrows, Nor purposed merit in futurity, Des. Alas, thrice gentle Cassio, My advocation is not now in tune; My lord is not my lord; nor should I know him, As I have spoken for you all my best; Than for myself I dare. Let that suffice you, Iago. Is Emil. He went hence but now And certainly in strange unquietness. Iago. Can he be angry? I have seen the cannon When it hath blown his ranks into the air, And like the devil from his very arm angry Puft his own brother; and can he be ? Something of moment then; I will go meet him: There's matter in't indeed, if he be angry. [Exit. Manent DESDEMONA, EMILIA, and CASSIO. Des. I pr'ythee do so.-Something sure, of state Either from Venice, or some unhatched practice, Made here demonstrable in Cyprus to him, Our other healthful members with a sense Of pain. Nay, we must think men are not gods; Emil. Pray Heaven, it be State-matter as you think; and no conception, Des. Alas the day, I never gave him cause! Emil. But jealous souls will not be answered They are not ever-jealous for a cause; [so; But jealous, for they're jealous. It's a monster Begot upon itself, born on itself. [mind! Des. Heaven keep that monster from Othello's [bout; Des. I will go seek him. Cassio walk hereaIf I do find him fit, I'll move your suit, And seek t' effect it to my uttermost. Cas. I humbly thank your ladyship. [Exeunt Desdemona and Æmilia at one door, Cassio at the other. SCENE changes to the Street before the Palace. Re-enter Cassio meeting Bianca. (64) Bian. Save you, friend Cassio. Cas. What makes you from home? How is it with you, my most fair Bianca ? Indeed, sweet love, I was coming to your house. Bian. And I was going to your lodging Cassio. What? keep a week away? seven days and nights? Eight score eight hours; and lovers absent hours, More tedious than the dial eight score times? Oh weary reckoning! (64) Bianca, the outline of whose face in the moon constitutes that of Cassio also, who looks the opposite way, is composed of white light there, as implied by her name. She has the same prototype as Reynoldo in Hamlet, (fig. 65), and is herself drawn in Fig. 106. Cas. Pardon me, Bianca; I have this while with leaden thoughts been press'd; But I shall in a more convenient time Strike off this score of absence. Sweet Bianca, [Giving her Desdemona's handkerchief. Take me this work out. Bian. Oh Cassio, whence came this? This is some token from a newer friend: Of thy felt absence now I feel a cause; Is't come to this? well, well. Cas. Go to, woman : Throw your vile guesses in the devil's teeth, now, [brance? That this is from some mistress, some remem No, in good troth, Bianca. Bian. Why, whose is it? [chamber; Cas. I know not neither; I found it in my 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, Bian. Why, I pray you ? Cas. Not that I love you not. Bian. But that you do not love me; |