So shall I clothe me in a forced content, That nor my service past, nor present sorrows, How now, good Cassio! what's the news with you? There is no other way 'tis she must do't:Īnd, lo, the happiness! go, and importune her. To eat us hungerly, and when they are full, They are all but stomachs, and we all but food Sure, there's some wonder in this handkerchief: Hath founded his good fortunes on your love, Then would to God that I had never seen't!įetch me the handkerchief: my mind misgives. The worms were hallow'd that did breed the silk Īnd it was dyed in mummy which the skilful 'Tis true: there's magic in the web of it:
To lose't or give't away were such perdition Make it a darling like your precious eye Should hold her loathed and his spirits should huntĪfter new fancies: she, dying, gave it me Īnd bid me, when my fate would have me wive, 'Twould make her amiable and subdue my father The thoughts of people: she told her, while I have a salt and sorry rheum offends me I have sent to bid Cassio come speak with you. Hot, hot, and moist: this hand of yours requiresĪ sequester from liberty, fasting and prayer,įor here's a young and sweating devil here,įor 'twas that hand that gave away my heart.Ī liberal hand: the hearts of old gave hands īut our new heraldry is hands, not hearts. This argues fruitfulness and liberal heart: It yet hath felt no age nor known no sorrow. Give me your hand: this hand is moist, my lady. Who, he? I think the sun where he was born Is true of mind and made of no such baseness Where should I lose that handkerchief, Emilia?īelieve me, I had rather have lost my purseįull of crusadoes: and, but my noble Moor To do this is within the compass of man's wit: and Moved my lord on his behalf, and hope all will be well. Seek him, bid him come hither: tell him I have I will catechise the world for him that is, make
Lodging and say he lies here or he lies there, wereĬan you inquire him out, and be edified by report? I know not where he lodges, and for me to devise a To tell you where he lodges, is to tell you where I lie. He's a soldier, and for one to say a soldier lies,
#OTHELLO ACT 3 SCENE 4 FULL#
Please see the bottom of this page for full explanatory notes.ĭo you know, sirrah, where Lieutenant Cassio lies? Shakespeare's Othello Act 3 Scene 4 - The Missing Handkerchief
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