Othello Page #11
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The worms were hallowed
that did breed the silk.
And it was dyed in mummy...
...which the skillful
conserved of maidens' hearts.
Your face. Is't true?
Most veritable, therefore look to't well.
- Then would to God I had never seen it.
- Ha! Wherefore?
Why do you speak so startingly and rash?
Is't lost? Is't gone?
Speak, is't out o'th'way?
- Heaven bless us.
- Say you?
I say it is not lost.
But what and if it were?
- How?
- I say it is not lost.
Fetch't, let me see't.
Why, so I can, sir, but I will not now.
This is a trick to put me from my suit.
I pray you, let Cassio be received again.
Fetch me the handkerchief. My mind misgives.
- I pray, talk me of Cassio.
- The handkerchief!
- You'll never meet a more sufficient man.
- The handkerchief!
A man who all his time hath founded
his good fortunes on your love...
...shared dangers with you...
- Handkerchief!
- In sooth, you are to blame.
- Away!
Is not this man jealous?
DESDEMoNA:
I ne'er saw this before.Sure, there's some wonder
in this handkerchief.
I am most unhappy at the loss of it.
There is no other way, 'tis she
must do't. Go and importune her.
How now, good Cassio?
What's the news with you?
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 duty
of my heart, entirely honor.
Alas, thrice-gentle Cassio.
My advocation is not now in tune.
My lord is not my lord.
Nor should I know him, were he
Is my lord angry?
He went hence but now, and
certainly in strange unquietness.
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 puffed his own brother.
And is he 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.
Something, sure, of state,
either from venice...
...or some unhatched practice 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
endues our other healthful members...
...even to a sense of pain.
Nay, we must think men are not gods...
...nor of them look for such
observances as fits 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 suborned the
witness and he's indicted falsely.
Pray heaven it be state
matters as you think...
...and no conception nor no
jealous toy concerning you.
Alas the day, I never gave him cause.
But jealous souls will not be answered so.
They are not ever jealous for the
cause, but jealous for they are jealous.
'Tis a monster begot upon
itself, born on itself.
Heaven keep that monster from othello's mind.
Milady, amen.
I will go seek him.
Cassio, walk here about.
If I do find him fit, I'll move your suit
and seek to effect it to it's uttermost.
CASSlo:
I humbly thank your ladyship.- Emilia, come.
'Save you, friend Cassio.
What makes you from home?
How is it with you, my most fair Bianca?
I'faith, sweet love, I
was coming to your house.
And I was going to your lodging, Cassio.
What, keep a week away?
Seven days and nights?
- Shh! Oh!
And lovers' absent hours more tedious
than the dial eight score times?
- O, weary reckoning.
- Pardon me, Bianca.
I have this while with
leaden thoughts been pressed.
But I shall in a more convenient
time strike off this score of absence.
Sweet Bianca, make me this work out.
Cassio, whence came this?
I know not, sweet. I found it in my chamber.
I like the work well. Ere it be demanded...
As like enough it will... I'd have it copied.
Take it, do't and leave me for this time.
I attend here.
Will you think so?
Think so, lago?
What, to kiss in private?
An unauthorized kiss.
Or to be naked with her friend in bed
an hour or more, not meaning any harm?
Naked in bed, lago, and not mean harm?
It is hypocrisy against the devil.
They that mean virtuously and yet do
so, the devil their virtue tempts...
...and they tempt heaven.
So they do nothing, 'tis a venial slip.
But if I give my wife a handkerchief...
What then?
Why, then, 'tis hers, my lord.
And, being hers, she may, I
think, bestow't on any man.
She is protectress of her
honor too. May she give that?
Her honor is an essence that's not seen.
They have it very oft that have it not.
- But for the handkerchief...
- oh!
By heaven, I would most
gladly have forgot it.
Thou said'st... o, it comes o'er my memory...
...as doth the raven o'er the
infected house, boding to all.
- He had my handkerchief.
Ay, what of that?
That's not so good now.
What if I had said I had
seen him do you wrong?
Or heard him say...
- Hath he said anything?
- He hath, my lord.
But be you well assured,
no more than he'll unswear.
- What hath he said?
- Faith, that he did...
I know not what he did.
What?
What?
Lie...
- With her?
- With her...
...on her...
...what you will.
Lie with her?
Lie on her?
We say lie on her when they belie her.
Lie with her? Zounds, that's fulsome.
Handkerchief, confession, handkerchief.
To confess and be hanged for his labor.
Or first to be hanged and then to confess.
I tremble at it.
Nature would not invest herself
with such shadowing passion...
...without some instruction.
It is not words that shakes me thus!
Pish!
Noses, ears and lips.
Is't possible?
Confess, handkerchief.
O, devil.
Work on, my medicine, work.
How now, my lord. My lord, I say. Othello.
- How now, Cassio.
- What's the matter?
My lord is fallen into an epilepsy.
His second fit, he had one yesterday.
- Rub him about the temples.
- No, forbear.
The lethargy must have his quiet
course. If not, he foams at mouth...
...and by and by breaks
out to savage madness.
Look, he stirs.
Do you withdraw yourself.
He will recover straight.
When he is gone, I would on
great occasion speak with you.
How now, general?
Have you not hurt your head?
Dost thou mock me?
I mock you? No, by heaven.
Would you would bear
your fortunes like a man!
A horned man's a monster and a beast.
There's many a beast then in a
populous city and many a civil monster.
- Did he confess?
- Good sir, be a man.
Think every bearded fellow that's
but yoked may draw with you.
There's millions now alive that
nightly lie in those unproper beds...
...which they dare swear
peculiar. Your case is better.
O, 'tis the spite of hell, the fiend's arch
- mock...
...to lip a wanton in a secure
couch and to suppose her chaste.
No, let me know.
And knowing what I am,
I know what she shall be.
O, thou art wise, 'tis certain.
Stand you a while apart. Confine
yourself but in a patient list.
Whilst you were here
o'erwhelmed with your grief...
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