1. SCENE I. Cyprus. Before the Castle.
What hath he said?
Faith, that he did,--I know not what he did.
With her, on her, what you will.
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,--
[Falls in a trance.]
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!
How now, Cassio!
What's the matter?
My lord is fallen into an epilepsy:
This is his second fit; he had one yesterday.
Rub him about the temples.
The lethargy must have his quiet course:
If not, he foams at mouth, and by and by
Breaks out to savage madness. Look, he stirs:
Do you withdraw yourself a little while,
He will recover straight: when he is gone,
I would on great occasion speak with you.
How is it, general? have you not hurt your head?
Dost thou mock me?
I mock you! no, by heaven.
Would you would bear your fortune like a man!
A horned man's a monster and a beast.