![]() Will you withdraw? OTHELLO retires Now will I question Cassio of Bianca, A housewife that by selling her desires Buys herself bread and clothes: it is a creature That dotes on Cassio as 'tis the strumpet's plague To beguile many and be beguiled by one: He, when he hears of her, cannot refrain From the excess of laughter. IAGO That's not amiss But yet keep time in all. OTHELLO Dost thou hear, Iago? I will be found most cunning in my patience But-dost thou hear?-most bloody. Marry, patience Or I shall say you are all in all in spleen, And nothing of a man. Do but encave yourself, And mark the fleers, the gibes, and notable scorns, That dwell in every region of his face For I will make him tell the tale anew, Where, how, how oft, how long ago, and when He hath, and is again to cope your wife: I say, but mark his gesture. ![]() Whilst you were here o'erwhelmed with your grief- A passion most unsuiting such a man- Cassio came hither: I shifted him away, And laid good 'scuse upon your ecstasy, Bade him anon return and here speak with me The which he promised. IAGO Stand you awhile apart Confine yourself but in a patient list. 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. OTHELLO Did he confess it? IAGO 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. IAGO There's many a beast then in a populous city, And many a civil monster. Would you would bear your fortune like a man! OTHELLO A horned man 's a monster and a beast. Exit CASSIO How is it, general? have you not hurt your head? OTHELLO Dost thou mock me? IAGO I mock you! no, by heaven. ![]() Look he stirs: Do you withdraw yourself a little while, He will recover straight: when he is gone, I would on great occasion speak with you. IAGO No, forbear The lethargy must have his quiet course: If not, he foams at mouth and by and by Breaks out to savage madness. What, ho! my lord! My lord, I say! Othello! Enter CASSIO How now, Cassio! CASSIO What's the matter? IAGO My lord is fall'n into an epilepsy : This is his second fit he had one yesterday. Is't possible? -Confess-handkerchief !-O devil! - Falls in a trance IAGO Work on, My medicine, work! Thus credulous fools are caught And many worthy and chaste dames even thus, All guiltless, meet reproach. Nature would not invest herself in such shadowing Passion without some instruction. Handkerchief-confessions-handkerchief! - To Confess, and be hanged for his labour -first, to be Hanged, and then to confess.-I tremble at it. OTHELLO Lie with her! lie on her! We say lie on her, when They belie her. OTHELLO What? what? IAGO Lie- OTHELLO With her? IAGO With her, on her what you will. OTHELLO What hath he said? IAGO 'Faith, that he did-I know not what he did. OTHELLO Hath he said any thing? IAGO He hath, my lord but be you well assured, No more than he'll unswear.
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