Jago.
Will you think so?

Oth.
Think so, Jago?

Jago.
What, to kiss in private?

Oth.
An unauthoriz'd kiss?

Jago.
Or to be naked with her friend in bed,
An hour or more, not meaning any harm?

Oth.
Naked in bed, Jago, and not mean harm?
&plquo;It is hypocrisie against the devil:
&plquo;They that mean virtuously, and yet do so,
&plquo;The devil their virtue tempts, and they tempt heav'n.

Jago.
If they do nothing, 'tis a venial slip:
But if I give my wife a handkerchief—

Oth.
What then?

Jago.
Why then, 'tis her's, my lord, and being hers,
She may, I think, bestow't on any man.

Oth.
She is protectress of her honour too;
May she give that?

Jago.
Her honour is an essence that's not seen,
They have it very oft, that have it not.
But for the handkerchief—

Oth.
By heav'n I would most gladly have forgot it;
Thou saidst,—oh, it comes o'er my memory,
As doth the raven o'er th' infected house,

Boading to all,—he had my handkerchief.

Jago.
Ay, what of that?

Oth.
That's not so good now.

Jago.
What if I said, I'ad seen him do you wrong?
Or heard him say, as knaves be such abroad,
Who having by their own importunate suit,
Or voluntary dotage of some mistress,
Convinced or supplied them, cannot chuse
But they must blab.

Oth.
Hath he said any thing?

Jago.
He hath, my lord; but be you well assur'd,
No more than he'll unswear.

Oth.
What hath he said?

Jago.
Why, that he did—I know not what he did—

Oth.

What? what?

Jago.

Lye—

Oth.

With her?

Jago.

With her? on her—what you will—

Oth.

Lye with her! lye on her! lye with her! that's fulsom: handkerchief—Confessions—Handkerchief—* ^noteI tremble at it—Nature would not invest her self in such shadowing without some instruction. It is not wtords that shake me thus— pish—Noses, ears, and lips—is't possible!—confess!— handkerchief!—Oh devil—

Jago.
Work on,
My medicine works! thus credulous fools are caught;
And many worthy and chast dames even thus
All guiltless meet reproach. What hoa! my lord!
My lord, I say, Othello.

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