live.
OTHELLO Damn her, lewd minx 524 ! O, damn her, damn her!
Come, go with me apart: I will withdraw
To furnish me with some swift means of death
For the fair devil. Now art thou my lieutenant.
IAGO I am your own for ever.
Exeunt
Act 3 Scene 4
running scene 8
Location: Cyprus (presumably outside the citadel)
Enter Desdemona, Emilia and Clown
DESDEMONA Do you know, sirrah 1 , where Lieutenant Cassio lies?
CLOWN I dare not say he lies 2 anywhere.
DESDEMONA Why, man?
CLOWN He’s a soldier, and for me to say a soldier lies, ’tis
stabbing 5 .
DESDEMONA Go to: where lodges he?
CLOWN To tell you where he lodges is to tell you where I lie.
DESDEMONA Can anything be made of this?
CLOWN I know not where he lodges, and for me to devise a
lodging and say he lies here or he lies there, were to lie 10
in mine own throat .
DESDEMONA Can you inquire him out, and be edified 12 by report?
CLOWN I will catechize 13 the world for him, that is, make questions,
and by them answer.
DESDEMONA Seek him, bid him come hither: tell him I have
moved 16 my lord on his behalf and hope all will be well.
CLOWN To do this is within the compass of man’s wit, and
therefore I will attempt the doing it.
Exit Clown
DESDEMONA Where should I lose the handkerchief, Emilia?
EMILIA I know not, madam.
DESDEMONA Believe me, I had rather have lost my purse
Full of crusadoes 22 : 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 27
Drew all such humours 28 from him.
EMILIA Look where he comes.
Enter Othello
DESDEMONA I will not leave him now till Cassio
Be called to him.— How is’t with you, my lord?
OTHELLO Well, my good lady.— O, hardness to
Aside
dissemble 32 !—
How do you, Desdemona?
DESDEMONA Well, my good lord.
OTHELLO Give me your hand. This hand is moist, my lady.
DESDEMONA It hath felt no age nor known no sorrow.
OTHELLO This argues fruitfulness 37 and liberal
Partially aside?
heart:
Hot, hot, and moist. This hand of yours requires
A sequester 39 from liberty, fasting and prayer,
Much castigation 40 , exercise devout,
For here’s a young and sweating devil here
That commonly rebels. ’Tis a good hand,
A frank 43 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 46 ,
But our new heraldry is hands, not hearts.
DESDEMONA I cannot speak of this. Come now, your promise.
OTHELLO What promise, chuck 49 ?
DESDEMONA I have sent to bid Cassio come speak with you.
OTHELLO I have a salt and sorry rheum 51 offends me:
Lend me thy handkerchief.
DESDEMONA Here, my lord.
Offers him a handkerchief
OTHELLO That which I gave you.
DESDEMONA I have it not about me.
OTHELLO Not?
DESDEMONA No, indeed, my lord.
OTHELLO That’s 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 62 and subdue my father
Entirely to her love, but if she lost it
Or made a gift of it, my father’s eye
Should hold her loathèd and his spirits should hunt
After new fancies 66 : she, dying, gave it me,
And bid me, when my fate would have me wived,
To give it her 68 : I did so; and take heed on’t,
Make it a darling like your
OTHELLO Damn her, lewd minx 524 ! O, damn her, damn her!
Come, go with me apart: I will withdraw
To furnish me with some swift means of death
For the fair devil. Now art thou my lieutenant.
IAGO I am your own for ever.
Exeunt
Act 3 Scene 4
running scene 8
Location: Cyprus (presumably outside the citadel)
Enter Desdemona, Emilia and Clown
DESDEMONA Do you know, sirrah 1 , where Lieutenant Cassio lies?
CLOWN I dare not say he lies 2 anywhere.
DESDEMONA Why, man?
CLOWN He’s a soldier, and for me to say a soldier lies, ’tis
stabbing 5 .
DESDEMONA Go to: where lodges he?
CLOWN To tell you where he lodges is to tell you where I lie.
DESDEMONA Can anything be made of this?
CLOWN I know not where he lodges, and for me to devise a
lodging and say he lies here or he lies there, were to lie 10
in mine own throat .
DESDEMONA Can you inquire him out, and be edified 12 by report?
CLOWN I will catechize 13 the world for him, that is, make questions,
and by them answer.
DESDEMONA Seek him, bid him come hither: tell him I have
moved 16 my lord on his behalf and hope all will be well.
CLOWN To do this is within the compass of man’s wit, and
therefore I will attempt the doing it.
Exit Clown
DESDEMONA Where should I lose the handkerchief, Emilia?
EMILIA I know not, madam.
DESDEMONA Believe me, I had rather have lost my purse
Full of crusadoes 22 : 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 27
Drew all such humours 28 from him.
EMILIA Look where he comes.
Enter Othello
DESDEMONA I will not leave him now till Cassio
Be called to him.— How is’t with you, my lord?
OTHELLO Well, my good lady.— O, hardness to
Aside
dissemble 32 !—
How do you, Desdemona?
DESDEMONA Well, my good lord.
OTHELLO Give me your hand. This hand is moist, my lady.
DESDEMONA It hath felt no age nor known no sorrow.
OTHELLO This argues fruitfulness 37 and liberal
Partially aside?
heart:
Hot, hot, and moist. This hand of yours requires
A sequester 39 from liberty, fasting and prayer,
Much castigation 40 , exercise devout,
For here’s a young and sweating devil here
That commonly rebels. ’Tis a good hand,
A frank 43 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 46 ,
But our new heraldry is hands, not hearts.
DESDEMONA I cannot speak of this. Come now, your promise.
OTHELLO What promise, chuck 49 ?
DESDEMONA I have sent to bid Cassio come speak with you.
OTHELLO I have a salt and sorry rheum 51 offends me:
Lend me thy handkerchief.
DESDEMONA Here, my lord.
Offers him a handkerchief
OTHELLO That which I gave you.
DESDEMONA I have it not about me.
OTHELLO Not?
DESDEMONA No, indeed, my lord.
OTHELLO That’s 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 62 and subdue my father
Entirely to her love, but if she lost it
Or made a gift of it, my father’s eye
Should hold her loathèd and his spirits should hunt
After new fancies 66 : she, dying, gave it me,
And bid me, when my fate would have me wived,
To give it her 68 : I did so; and take heed on’t,
Make it a darling like your
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