Des.

Do you know, sirrah, where Lieutenant ^note Cassio lies?

Clo.

I dare not say he lies any where.

Des.

Why, man?

Clo. ^note

He's ^note a soldier; and for one ^note to say a soldier lies, is ^note stabbing.

Des.

Go to ^note: where lodges he?

Clo.

To tell you where he lodges, is to tell you where I lie.

Des.

Can any thing be made of this? ^note

Clo.

I know not where he lodges; and for me to devise a lodging, and say he lies here or he lies there ^note, were to lie in mine own ^note throat.

Des.
Can you inquire him out and be ^note edified by ^note report?

Clo.

I will catechize the world for him; that is, make questions and by them ^note answer.

Des.

Seek him, bid him come hither: tell him I have moved my lord on his ^note behalf and hope all will be well.

Clo.

To do this is within the compass of man's wit ^note, and therefore I will ^note attempt the doing it ^note.

Des.

Where should I lose ^note that ^note handkerchief ^note, Emilia?

Emil.

I know not, madam.

Des.
Believe me, I had rather have lost ^note my purse
Full of crusadoes: and, but my noble Moor
Is true of mind and made of no such baseness
As jealous ^note creatures are, it were enough
To put him to ill thinking.

Emil.
Is he not jealous ^note?

Des.
Who, he? I think the sun where he was born
Drew all such humours from him.

Emil.
Look, where he comes. ^note

Des.
I will not leave him now till ^note Cassio
Be call'd to him. ^{note note} Enter Othello.
How is't ^note with you, my lord?

Oth.
Well, my good lady. [Aside] ^note O, hardness to dissemble!
How do you, Desdemona?

Des. ^note
Well, my good ^note lord.

Oth.
Give me your hand: this hand is moist, my lady. ^note

Des.
It yet has ^note felt no age nor known no sorrow.

Oth.
This argues fruitfulness and liberal heart:
Hot, hot ^note, and moist: this hand of yours requires
A sequester from liberty, fasting and prayer ^note,
Much castigation, exercise devout ^note;
For here's a young ^note and sweating ^note devil here,
That commonly rebels. 'Tis a good hand,
A frank one ^note.

Des.
You may, indeed, say so;
For 'twas that hand that gave away my heart.

Oth.
A liberal hand: the hearts of old gave hands ^note;
But our new heraldry is hands, not hearts.

Des.
I cannot speak of this. Come now, ^note your promise. ^note

Oth.
What promise, chuck?

Des.
I have sent to bid Cassio come speak with you.

Oth.
I have a salt and sorry ^note rheum offends me;
Lend me thy handkerchief ^note.

Des.
Here, my lord.

Oth.
That which I gave you.

Des.
I have it not about me.

Oth.
Not? ^note

Des.
No, indeed ^note, my lord.

Oth.
That's ^note a fault. That handkerchief ^{note note}
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 and ^note subdue my father

Entirely to her love, but if she lost it ^note
Or made a gift of it, my father's eye
Should hold her loathed ^note and his ^note spirits ^note should ^note hunt
After new fancies: she dying gave it me,
And bid me, when my fate would have me wive ^note,
To give it her. I did so: and take heed on't;
Make it a darling like your precious eye;
To lose 't ^note or give 't away were such perdition ^note
As nothing else could match.

Des.
Is't possible?

Oth.
'Tis true: there's magic in the web of it:
A sibyl, that had ^note number'd in the world
The sun to course ^note two hundred compasses,
In her prophetic fury sew'd ^note the work;
The worms were hallow'd ^note that did breed the silk;
And it was dyed in mummy which ^note the skilful
Conserved ^note of maidens' hearts.

Des.
Indeed ^note! is't true?

Oth.
Most veritable; therefore look to 't well.

Des.
Then would to God ^note that I had never seen 't ^note!

Oth.
Ha! wherefore?

Des.
Why do you speak so startingly ^note and rash ^note?

Oth.
Is 't lost? is 't gone? speak, is it ^note out o' the way?

Des.
Heaven ^note bless us!

Oth.
Say you?

Des.
It is not lost; but what an if ^note it were?

Oth.
How! ^note

Des.
I say, it is not lost.

Oth.
Fetch 't ^note, let me see it ^note.

Des.
Why, so I can, sir, ^note but I will not now.
This is a trick to put me from my suit:
Pray you ^note, let Cassio be received again.

Oth.
Fetch me the ^note handkerchief ^note: my mind misgives. ^{note note}

Des.
Come, come;
You'll never ^note meet a more sufficient man ^note. ^note

Oth.
The handkerchief ^note!

Des.
I pray, talk me of Cassio.

Oth.
The handkerchief! ^note

Des.
A man that all his time
Hath founded his ^note good fortunes on your love,
Shared dangers with you,— ^note

Oth.
The handkerchief!

Des.
In sooth ^note, you are to blame ^note.

Oth.
Away ^note! [Exit. ^{note note}

Emil.
Is not this man jealous ^note? ^note

Des.
I ne'er saw this before.
Sure ^note there's some wonder in this handkerchief:
I am ^note most unhappy in the loss of it ^note.

Emil.
'Tis not a year or two shows us a man:
They are all ^note but stomachs and we all but food;
They eat us hungerly, and when they are ^note full
They belch us. Look you, Cassio and my husband. ^note Enter ^note Cassio and Iago.

Iago.
There is no other way; 'tis she must do 't ^note:
And, lo, the happiness! go and importune her.

Des.
How now, good Cassio! what's the news with you?

Cas.
Madam, my former suit: I do beseech you
That by your virtuous means I may again ^note
Exist, and be a member of his love
Whom I with all the office ^note of my heart
Entirely honour: I would not be delay'd ^note.
If my offence be of such mortal kind
That nor my ^note service past nor present sorrows ^note
Nor purposed merit in futurity
Can ransom me into his love again,
But to know so must be my benefit;
So shall I clothe me in a forced content
And shut myself up in ^note some other course ^note
To fortune's alms ^note.

Des.
Alas, thrice-gentle ^note Cassio!
My advocation is not now in tune;
My lord is not my lord, nor should I know him

Were he in favour as in humour alter'd.
So help me every spirit sanctified,
As I have spoken for you all my best
And stood ^note within the blank of his displeasure
For my free speech! You must awhile be patient:
What I can do I will; and more I will
Than for myself I dare: let that suffice you.

Iago.
Is my lord angry?

Emil.
He went hence but now,
And certainly in strange unquietness.

Iago.
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
Puff'd his own brother; and can he be ^note angry?
Something of moment then: I will go meet him:
There's matter in 't indeed if he be angry. ^note

Des.
I prithee, do so. [Exit Iago. ^note
Something sure of state,
Either from Venice or some ^note unhatch'd practice
Made demonstrable here ^note in Cyprus to him,
Hath puddled ^note his clear spirit; and in such cases
Men's natures wrangle with inferior things,
Though ^note great ones are their ^note object. 'Tis even so;
For let our finger ache, and it indues ^note
Our other healthful members even to that sense ^note
Of pain: nay, we must think men are not gods, ^note
Nor ^note of them look for such observancy ^note

As fits the bridal. Beshrew me much, Emilia,
I was, unhandsome warrior ^note as I am,
Arraigning his unkindness with my soul;
But now I find I had suborn'd the witness,
And he's indicted ^note falsely.

Emil.
Pray heaven it be state-matters ^note, as you think,
And no conception nor no ^note jealous ^note toy
Concerning you. ^note

Des.
Alas the day, I never gave him cause!

Emil.
But jealous ^note souls will not be answer'd so;
They are not ever jealous ^note for the cause ^note,
But jealous ^note for they are ^note jealous: 'tis ^note a monster
Begot upon ^note itself, born on ^note itself.

Des.
Heaven keep that ^note monster from Othello's ^note mind!

Emil.
Lady, amen.

Des.
I will go seek him. Cassio, walk hereabout ^note:
If I do find him fit, I'll move your suit,
And seek to effect it to my uttermost ^note.

Cas.
I humbly thank your ladyship. [Exeunt ^note Desdemona and Emilia. ^noteEnter Bianca. ^note

Bian.
Save you, friend Cassio!

Cas.
What make ^note you from home?
How is it ^note with you, my most fair Bianca?
I'faith ^note, sweet love, I was coming ^note to your house ^note.

Bian.
And I was going to your lodging, Cassio.
What, keep a week away? seven days and nights?
Eight score eight hours? and lovers' ^note absent hours,
More tedious than the dial eight score times?
O ^note weary reckoning!

Cas.
Pardon me, Bianca:
I have this while with leaden ^note thoughts been press'd;
But I shall in a more continuate time ^note
Strike off this score of absence. Sweet Bianca, [Giving ^note her Desdemona's handkerchief.
Take me this work out.

Bian.
O ^note Cassio, whence came this?
This is some token from a newer friend:
To the felt absence now ^note I feel a cause:
Is't come to this? Well, well. ^note

Cas.
Go to, woman! ^note
Throw your vile ^note guesses in the devil's teeth,
From whence you have them. You are jealous ^note now
That this is from some mistress, some remembrance:
No, by my faith ^note, Bianca.

Bian.
Why, whose ^note is it?

Cas.
I know not, sweet ^note: I found it in my chamber. ^note

I like the work well: ere it be demanded—
As like enough it will—I 'ld ^note have it copied:
Take it, and do 't; and leave me for this time.

Bian.
Leave you! wherefore?

Cas.
I do attend here on the general;
And think it no addition, nor my wish,
To have him see me woman'd.

Bian.
Why, I pray you?

Cas.
Not that I love you not. ^note

Bian.
But that you do not love me. ^note
I pray you, bring me on the way a little;
And say if I shall see you soon at night. ^note

Cas.
'Tis but a little way that I can bring you;
For I attend here: but I'll see you soon.

Bian.
'Tis very good; I must be circumstanced. [Exeunt. ^note

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