Therefore these stops of thine fright me the more: For such things, in a false disloyal knave, Are tricks of custom; but in a man that's just, They are close denotements, working from the That passion cannot rule. REPUTATION. [heart, Good name in man or woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls; [nothing; Who steals my purse, steals trash; 'tis something, 'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands; But he, that filches from me my good name, Robs me of that, which not enriches him, And makes me poor indeed. OTHELLO'S JEALOUSY GAINING GROUND. This fellow's of exceeding honesty, And knows all qualities, with a learned spirit, Must be to loathe her. O curse of marriage, * A species of hawk, also a term of reproach applied to a wanton. +Straps of leather by which a hawk is held on the fist. Men of intrigue. DEFINITION OF JEALOUSY. Trifles, light as air, Are, to the jealous, confirmations strong THE TORTURES OF JEALOUSY. Iago. Look, where he comes ! [Enter OTHELLO.] Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world, Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep Oth. To me? Ha ha! false to me? Iago. Why, how now, general? no more of that. I swear, 'tis better to be much abus'd, Than but to know 't a little. Iago. How now, my lord? [rack: [lust? Oth. What sense had 1 of her stolen hours of He that is robb'd, not wanting what is stolen, Oth. I had been happy, if the general camp, * The mandrake has a soporific quality. + Possessedst. The vilest of the camp. Pioneers were generally degraded soldiers. That make ambition virtue! O, farewell! Farewell the neighing steed, and the shrill trump, Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war! prove my love a whore; Oth. Villain, be sure thou [Taking him by the Throat. Or, by the worth of mine eternal soul, To hang a doubt on; or, woe upon thy life! Iago. My noble lord [it, Oth. If thou dost slander her, and torture me, Do deeds to make heaven weep, all earth amaz'd, Iago. O grace! O heaven defend me! Are you a man? have you a soul, or sense?— God be wi' you; take mine office.-O wretched fool, That liv'st to make thine honesty a vice! O monstrous world! take note, take note, O world, To be direct and honest, is not safe. I thank you for this profit, and, from hence, I'll love no friend, since love breeds such offence. *All tenderness, all pity. Oth. Nay, stay:-Thou shouldst be honest. Iago. I should be wise; for honesty's a fool, And loses that it works for. Oth. By the world, I think my wife be honest, and think she is not; I'll not endure it.-'Would, I were satisfied! OTHELLO'S STORY OF THE HANDKERCHIEF. Did an Egyptian to my mother give; 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 a gift of it, my father's eye Should hold her loathly, 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 of't, Make it a darling like your precious eye; To lose or give❜t away, were such perdition, As nothing else could match. Des. Is it possible? Oth. 'Tis true: there's magic in the web of it: A sibyl that had number'd in the world The sun to make two hundred compasses, In her prophetic fury sew'd the work: The worms were hallow'd, that did breed the silk; *Enchantress. F F And it was dy'd in mummy, which the skilful A LOVER'S COMPUTATION of time. What! keep a week away? seven days and nights? Eight score eight hours? and lovers' absent hours, More tedious than the dial eight score times? O weary reckoning! Oth. ACT IV. OTHELLO'S DISTRACTION. What hath he said? Iago. 'Faith, that he did,-I know not what he Oth. What, what? [did. Iago. Lie Oth. With her? Iago, some. With her, on her; what you will. Oth. Lie with her! lie on her!-We say, lie on her, when they belie her: Lie with her! that's fulHandkerchief,-confessions,-handkerchief. To confess, and be hanged for his labour*. -First, to be hanged, and then to confess: I tremble at it. Nature would not invest herself in such shadowing passion, without some instruction. It is not words, that shake me thus:-Pish!-Noses, ears, and lips: Is it possible?-Confess!-Handkerchief! O devil![Falls in a Trance. HIS FONDness. A fine woman! a fair woman! a sweet woman! Iago. Nay, you must forget that. Oth. Ay, let her rot, and perish, and be damned * A proverbial saying. |