That I extend my manners: 'tis my breeding Iago. Sir, would she give you so much of her lips, Des. Alas, she has no speech. Iago. I know, too much ; I find it still, when I have list to sleep: Emil. You have little cause to say so. Iago. Come on, come on; you are pictures out of doors, Bells in your parlours, wild cats in your kitchens, Players in your housewifery, and housewives in your beds. Des. O, fie upon thee, slanderer! Iago. Nay, it is true, or else I am a Turk: Jago. No, let me not. Des. What wouldst thou write of me, if thou shouldst praise me? Iago. O gentle lady, do not put me to't; For I am nothing, if not critical. Des. Come on, assay:-There's one gone to the harbour? Cas. Ay, madam. Des. I am not merry; but I do beguile The thing I am, by seeming otherwise. Come, what praise couldst thou bestow on a deserving woman indeed; one that, in the authority of her merits, did justly put on the vouch of very malice itself? Iago. I am about it; but, indeed, my invention Comes from my pate, as birdlime does from frieze, It plucks out brain and all: But my muse labours, She that was ever fair, and never proud; Had tongue at will, and yet was never loud; Iago. To suckle fools, and chronicle small beer.› Des. O most lame and impotent conclusion !-Do not learn of him, Emilia, though he be thy husband. -How say you, Cassio? is he not a most profane · and liberal counsellor? Cas. He speaks home, madam; you may relish him more in the soldier, than in the scholar. [CASSIO takes DESDEMONA by the Hand, to introduce her to the Gentlemen of Cyprus: ke talks with her during IAGO's Speech. Tago. [Aside.] He takes her by the palm: Ay, well said, whisper :-As little a web as this, will ensnare as great a fly as Cassio:- -Ay, smile upon her, do:-I will give thee in thine own courtship:-You say true; 'tis so, indeed :-If such tricks as these strip you out of your lieutenantry, it had been better you had not kiss'd your three fingers so oft. [Cannon fired.-Trumpet sounds. The Moor:-I know his trumpet. Des. Let's meet him, and receive him. Enter ANTONIO, LUCA, GIOVANNI, LORENZO, and CANNO. Oth. O my fair warrior! Des. My dear Othello ! Oth. It gives me wonder great as my content, May the winds blow till they have waken'd death! As hell's from heaven! If it were now to die, Des. The heavens forbid, But that our loves and comforts should increase, Oth. Amen to that, sweet powers ! And this, and this, the greatest discord be That e'er our hearts shall make ! [Embracing her. Iago. [Aside.] O, you are well tun'd now! But I'll set down the pegs that make this music, As honest as I am. Oth. Come, let's to the castle. News, friends; our wars are done, the Turks are drown'd. How do our old acquaintance of the isle - I've found great love amongst them. O my sweet,→ In mine own comforts.I pr'ythee, good fago, He is a good one, and his worthiness Does challenge much respect.-Come, Desdemona, Once more well met at Cyprus! [Trumpet sounds: [Exeunt all but IAGO and RODERIGO, Iago. Do thou meet me presently at the harbour.— Come hither :--list mc. -The lieutenant to-night watches on the court of guard :-First, I will tell thee this,-Desdemona is directly in love with him. Rod. With him!-why, 'tis not possible. Iago. Lay thy finger-thus, and let thy soul be instructed. Mark me, with what violence she first lov'd the Moor, but for bragging, and telling her fantastical lies: And will she love him still for prating? Let not thy discreet heart think it: Her eye must be fed; and what delight shall she have to look on the devil? Rod. I cannot believe that in her; she is full of most bless'd condition. Iago. Bless'd fig's end! the wine she drinks is made of grapes: if she had been bless'd, she would never have lov'd the Moor: Bless'd pudding! Didst thou not see her paddle with the palm of his hand? didst not mark that? Rod. Yes; but that was but courtesy. Iago. Lechery, by this hand; an index and obscure prologue to the history of lust and foul thoughts.Sir, be you rul❜d by me: I have brought you from Venice: Watch you to-night; for the command, I'll lay't upon you: Cassio knows you not;-I'll not be far from you: Do you find some occasion to anger Cassio, either by speaking too loud, or tainting his discipline; or from what other cause you please, which the time shall more favourably minister. Rod. Well, Tago. Sir, he is rash, and very sudden in choler; and, haply, may strike at you :-Provoke him that he may; for, even out of that, will I cause these of Cyprus to mutiny; whose qualification shall come into no true taste again, but by the displanting of Cassio. Rod. I will do this, if you can bring it to any opportunity. Iago. I warrant thee. Meet me by and by at the citadel: I must fetch his necessaries ashore. Farewell. Rod. Adieu. [Exit RODERIGO. And, I dare think, he'll prove to Desdemona For that I do suspect the lusty Moor Hath leap'd into my seat: the thought whereof And practising upon his peace and quiet, Even to madness.-'Tis here, but yet confus'd; [Exit. |