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ACT IV

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SCENE I

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Cyprus. Before the Castle.

[Enter Othello and Iago.]

IAGO

Will you think so?

OTHELLO

Think so, Iago?

IAGO

What,

To kiss in private?

OTHELLO

An unauthoriz’d kiss.

IAGO

Or to be naked with her friend in bed

An hour or more, not meaning any harm?

OTHELLO

Naked in bed, Iago, and not mean harm!

It is hypocrisy against the devil:

They that mean virtuously and yet do so,

The devil their virtue tempts, and they tempt heaven.

IAGO

So they do nothing, ‘tis a venial slip:

But if I give my wife a handkerchief,—

OTHELLO

What then?

IAGO

Why, then, ‘tis hers, my lord, and being hers,

She may, I think, bestow’t on any man.

OTHELLO

She is protectress of her honour too:

May she give that?

IAGO

Her honour is an essence that’s not seen;

They have it very oft that have it not:

But, for the handkerchief,—

OTHELLO

By heaven, I would most gladly have forgot it:—

Thou said’st,—O, it comes o’er my memory,

As doth the raven o’er the infected house,

Boding to all,—he had my handkerchief.

IAGO

Ay, what of that?

OTHELLO

That’s not so good now.

IAGO

What,

If I had said I had 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,

Convincèd or supplied them, cannot choose

But they must blab,—

OTHELLO

Hath he said anything?

IAGO

He hath, my lord; but be you well assur’d,

No more than he’ll unswear.

OTHELLO

What hath he said?

IAGO

Faith, that he did,—I know not what he did.

OTHELLO

What? what?

IAGO

Lie,—

OTHELLO

With her?

IAGO

With her, on her, what you will.

OTHELLO

Lie with her! lie on her!—We say lie on her when they belie her.—Lie with her! that’s fulsome.—Handkerchief—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’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.—What, ho! my lord!

My lord, I say! Othello!