Iago. Hah! I like not that. Iago. Nothing, my Lord; or if I know not what. Oth. I believe 'twas he. Des. How now, my lord? I have been talking with a suitor here, A man that languishes in your displeasure. [it, [my lord, Des. Why, your lieutenant Cassio. Good If I have any grace, or power to move you, For if he be not one that truly loves you, Oth. Went he hence now? Des. Ay, sooth, so humbled, That he hath left part of his grief with me, (56) To suffer with him. Good love, call him back. Oth. Not now, sweet Desdemona; some other Des. But shall't be shortly? [time. (56) The streaks of light on Cassio's face and person (which may be taken to represent tears) terminate upon the prototype of Desdemona's face. Oth. The sooner, sweet, for you. Des. To-morrow dinner then? Oth. I shall not dine at home; I meet the captains at the citadel. Des. Why then to-morrow night, or Tuesday morn, Or Tuesday noon, or night, or Wednesday morn: Exceed three days; in faith, he's penitent: T'incur a private check. When shall he come? Des. Why, this is not a boon : [will, 'Tis as I should intreat you wear your gloves, Or feed on nourishing meats, or keep you warm;; Or sue to you, to do peculiar profit To your own person. Nay, when I have suit, Oth. I will deny thee nothing. Whereon I do beseech thee, grant me this, Des. Shall I deny you? no: Farewel, my lord. Oth. Farewel, my Desdemona, I'll come strait. Des. Æmilia, come; be, as your fancies teach you. Whate'er you be, I am obedient. [Exeunt. Manent OTHELLO and IAGO. Oth. Excellent wench!--Perdition catch my soul, But I do love thee; and when I love thee not, Chaos is come again. Iago. My noble lord, Oth. What dost thou say, Iago? Iago. Did Michael Cassio, when you wooed my Know of your love? [Lady, Oth. He did, from first to last; why dost thou ask? Iago. But for a satisfaction of my thought, No farther harm. (57) Fearful. The frequent mention in the plays of fear, fright, shaking, trembling, and the like, have relation to the wavering librations of the moon: this interpretation is applicable to the long tirades upon fear in Hudibras. Oth. Why of thy thought, Iago? [her. Iago. I did not think he'd been acquainted with Oth. Oh and went between us very oft. yes, Iago. Indeed! Oth. Indeed! ay, indeed. Is he not honest? Iago. Honest, my lord? Oth. Honest? ay, honest. Discernest thou [aught in that? Iago. My lord, for aught I know. Oth. What dost thou think? Iago. Think, my lord! [echoest me; Oth. Think, my lord? why, by Heaven, thou As if there were some monster in thy thought, Too hideous to be shewn. Thou dost mean some thing; I heard thee say but now, thou lik❜dst not that,— Iago. My lord, you know I love you. Oth. I think thou dost : And for I know thou art full of love and honesty, And weighest thy words before thou givest them 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're cold dilations working from the heart, That passion cannot rule. Iago. For Michael Cassio, I dare be sworn, I think, that he is honest. Iago. Men should be what they seem. Or those that be not, would they might seem none I praythee s peak to me as to thy thinkings. Iago. Good my lord, Tho' I am bound to every act of duty, [thoughts I am not bound to that all slaves are free to; [false; Keep leets and law-days, and in sessions sit Oth. Thou dost conspire against thy friend, Iago, If thou but think'st him wronged, and mak'st A stranger to thy thoughts. [his ear |