Othello Page #14
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- 1995
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DESDEMONA:
Where should I lose that handkerchief, Emilia?
EMILIA:
I know not, madam.
DESDEMONA:
Believe me, I had rather have lost my purse
Full of crusadoes: and, but my noble Moor
Is true of mind and made of no such baseness
As jealous creatures are, it were enough
To put him to ill thinking.
EMILIA:
Is he not jealous?
DESDEMONA:
Who, he? I think the sun where he was born
Drew all such humours from him.
EMILIA:
Look, where he comes.
DESDEMONA:
I will not leave him now till Cassio
Be call'd to him.
Enter OTHELLO
How is't with you, my lord
OTHELLO:
Well, my good lady.
Aside
O, hardness to dissemble!--
How do you, Desdemona?
DESDEMONA:
Well, my good lord.
OTHELLO:
Give me your hand: this hand is moist, my lady.
DESDEMONA:
It yet hath felt no age nor known no sorrow.
OTHELLO:
This argues fruitfulness and liberal heart:
Hot, hot, and moist: this hand of yours requires
A sequester from liberty, fasting and prayer,
Much castigation, exercise devout;
For here's a young and sweating devil here,
That commonly rebels. 'Tis a good hand,
A frank one.
DESDEMONA:
You may, indeed, say so;
For 'twas that hand that gave away my heart.
OTHELLO:
A liberal hand:
the hearts of old gave hands;But our new heraldry is hands, not hearts.
DESDEMONA:
I cannot speak of this. Come now, your promise.
OTHELLO:
What promise, chuck?
DESDEMONA:
I have sent to bid Cassio come speak with you.
OTHELLO:
I have a salt and sorry rheum offends me;
Lend me thy handkerchief.
DESDEMONA:
Here, my lord.
OTHELLO:
That which I gave you.
DESDEMONA:
I have it not about me.
OTHELLO:
Not?
DESDEMONA:
No, indeed, my lord.
OTHELLO:
That is a fault.
That handkerchief
Did an Egyptian to my mother give;
She was a charmer, and could almost read
The thoughts of people: she told her, while
she kept it,
'Twould make her amiable and subdue my father
Entirely to her love, but if she lost it
Or made gift of it, my father's eye
Should hold her loathed and his spirits should hunt
After new fancies: she, dying, gave it me;
And bid me, when my fate would have me wive,
To give it her. I did so: and take heed on't;
Make it a darling like your precious eye;
To lose't or give't away were such perdition
DESDEMONA:
Is't possible?
OTHELLO:
'Tis true:
there's magic in the web of it:A sibyl, that had number'd in the world
The sun to course two hundred compasses,
In her prophetic fury sew'd the work;
The worms were hallow'd that did breed the silk;
And it was dyed in mummy which the skilful
Conserved of maidens' hearts.
DESDEMONA:
Indeed! is't true?
OTHELLO:
Most veritable; therefore look to't well.
DESDEMONA:
Then would to God that I had never seen't!
OTHELLO:
Ha! wherefore?
DESDEMONA:
Why do you speak so startingly and rash?
OTHELLO:
Is't lost? is't gone? speak, is it out
o' the way?
DESDEMONA:
Heaven bless us!
OTHELLO:
Say you?
DESDEMONA:
It is not lost; but what an if it were?
OTHELLO:
How!
DESDEMONA:
I say, it is not lost.
OTHELLO:
Fetch't, let me see't.
DESDEMONA:
Why, so I can, sir, but I will not now.
This is a trick to put me from my suit:
Pray you, let Cassio be received again.
OTHELLO:
Fetch me the handkerchief: my mind misgives.
DESDEMONA:
Come, come;
You'll never meet a more sufficient man.
OTHELLO:
The handkerchief!
DESDEMONA:
I pray, talk me of Cassio.
OTHELLO:
The handkerchief!
DESDEMONA:
A man that all his time
Hath founded his good fortunes on your love,
Shared dangers with you,--
OTHELLO:
The handkerchief!
DESDEMONA:
In sooth, you are to blame.
OTHELLO:
Away!
Exit
EMILIA:
Is not this man jealous?
DESDEMONA:
I ne'er saw this before.
Sure, there's some wonder in this handkerchief:
I am most unhappy in the loss of it.
EMILIA:
'Tis not a year or two shows us a man:
They are all but stomachs, and we all but food;
To eat us hungerly, and when they are full,
They belch us. Look you, Cassio and my husband!
Enter CASSIO and IAGO
IAGO:
There is no other way; 'tis she must do't:
And, lo, the happiness! go, and importune her.
DESDEMONA:
How now, good Cassio! what's the news with you?
CASSIO:
Madam, my former suit: I do beseech you
That by your virtuous means I may again
Exist, and be a member of his love
Whom I with all the office of my heart
Entirely honour:
I would not be delay'd.If my offence be of such mortal kind
That nor my service past, nor present sorrows,
Nor purposed merit in futurity,
Can ransom me into his love again,
But to know so must be my benefit;
So shall I clothe me in a forced content,
And shut myself up in some other course,
To fortune's alms.
DESDEMONA:
Alas, thrice-gentle Cassio!
My advocation is not now in tune;
My lord is not my lord; nor should I know him,
Were he in favour as in humour alter'd.
So help me every spirit sanctified,
As I have spoken for you all my best
And stood within the blank of his displeasure
For my free speech! you must awhile be patient:
What I can do I will; and more I will
Than for myself I dare: let that suffice you.
IAGO:
Is my lord angry?
EMILIA:
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
Puff'd his own brother:--and can he be angry?
Something of moment then: I will go meet him:
There's matter in't indeed, if he be angry.
DESDEMONA:
I prithee, do so.
Exit IAGO
Something, sure, of state,
Either from Venice, or some unhatch'd practise
Made demonstrable here in Cyprus to him,
Hath puddled his clear spirit: and in such cases
Men's natures wrangle with inferior things,
Though great ones are their object. 'Tis even so;
For let our finger ache, and it indues
Our other healthful members even to that sense
Of pain:
nay, we must think men are not gods,Nor of them look for such observances
As fit the bridal. Beshrew me much, Emilia,
I was, unhandsome warrior as I am,
Arraigning his unkindness with my soul;
But now I find I had suborn'd the witness,
And he's indicted falsely.
EMILIA:
Pray heaven it be state-matters, as you think,
And no conception nor no jealous toy
Concerning you.
DESDEMONA:
Alas the day! I never gave him cause.
EMILIA:
But jealous souls will not be answer'd so;
They are not ever jealous for the cause,
But jealous for they are jealous: 'tis a monster
Begot upon itself, born on itself.
DESDEMONA:
Heaven keep that monster from Othello's mind!
EMILIA:
Lady, amen.
DESDEMONA:
I will go seek him. Cassio, walk hereabout:
If I do find him fit, I'll move your suit
And seek to effect it to my uttermost.
CASSIO:
I humbly thank your ladyship.
Exeunt DESDEMONA and EMILIA
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