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lage. Hah! I like not that.
Iago. Cassio, my lord? no, sure, I cannot think That he would steal away so guilty-like, [it, Seeing you coming.
Oth. I believe 'twas he.
Des. How now, my lord ?
[my lord, Des. Why, your lieutenant Cassio.
Good 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 pr’ythee call him back.
Oth. Went he hence now?
Des. Ay, sooth, so humbled,
Oth. Not now, sweet Desdemona ; some other
[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.
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: I pr’ythee 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 take examples Out of their best,) is not almost a fault T'incur a private check. When-shall he come? Tell me, Othello. I wonder in my soul, What you would ask me, that I would deny, Or stand so mutt'ring on? what? Michael Cassio !-That came a-wooing with you, and 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
Oth. Pr’ythee, no more : let hinu come when he I will deny thee nothing.
[will, Des. Why, this is not a boon : '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.
Des. Shall I deny you? no: Farewel, my lord.
Des. Æmilia, come; be, as your fancies teach you. Whate'er you be, I am obedient. [Exeunt.
Manent OTHELLO and IAGO.
Iago. My noble lord,----
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.
Oth. Indeed! ay, indeed. . Discernest thou Is he not honest?
(aught in that? Iago. Honest, my lord? Oth. Honest ? ay, honest. Iago. My lord, for aught I know. Oth. What dost thou think? layo. 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, When Cassio left
wife. What did'st not like? And when I told thee, he was of my counsel, Inmy whole courseof 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, Shew me thy thought.
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:
Iago. For Michael Cassio,
Oth. I think so too.
Iago. Men should be what they seem. Or those that be not, would they might seem none
Oth. Certain, men should be what they seem. Iago. Why, then, I think Cassio's an honest man.
Oth. Nay, yet there's more in this; I praythee speak to me as to thy thinkings. As thou dost ruminate and give thy worst of The worst of words.
[thoughts Iago. Good my lord, Tho'I am bound to every act of duty, I am not bound to that all slaves are free to; [false; Utter my thoughts !-Why, say, they're vile and 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 sessions sit With meditations lawful?
Oth. Thou dost conspire against thy friend, Iago, If thou but think'st him wronged, and mak'st A stranger to thy thoughts.