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3.1 Enter Cassio with Musicians

CASSIO

Masters, play here—I will content your pains—

Something that’s brief, and bid ‘Good morrow, general’.

Music. Enter Clown

CLOWN Why, masters, ha’ your instruments been in Naples, that they speak i’th’ nose thus?

MUSICIAN HOW, sir, how?

CLOWN Are these, I pray you, wind instruments?

MUSICIAN Ay, marry are they, sir.

CLOWN O, thereby hangs a tail.

MUSICIAN Whereby hangs a tale, sir?

CLOWN Marry, sir, by many a wind instrument that I know. But masters, here’s money for you, and the general so likes your music that he desires you, for love’s sake, to make no more noise with it.

MUSICIAN Well, sir, we will not.

CLOWN If you have any music that may not be heard, to’t again; but, as they say, to hear music the general does not greatly care.

MUSICIAN We ha’ none such, sir.

CLOWN Then put up your pipes in your bag, for I’ll away. Go, vanish into air, away. Exeunt Musicians

CASSIO Dost thou hear, my honest friend?

CLOWN No, I hear not your honest friend, I hear you.

CASSIO Prithee, keep up thy quillets. There’s a poor piece of gold for thee. If the gentlewoman that attends the general’s wife be stirring, tell her there’s one Cassio entreats her a little favour of speech. Wilt thou do this?

CLOWN She is stirring, sir. If she will stir hither, I shall seem to notify unto her.

CASSIO

Do, good my friend. Exit Clown

Enter Iago

In happy time, Iago.

IAGO

You ha’ not been abed, then.

CASSIO Why, no. The day had broke

Before we parted. I ha’ made bold, Iago,

To send in to your wife. My suit to her

Is that she will to virtuous Desdemona

Procure me some access.

IAGO

I’ll send her to you presently,

And I’ll devise a mean to draw the Moor

Out of the way, that your converse and business

May be more free.

CASSIO I humbly thank you for’t.

Exit Iago

I never knew a Florentine more kind and honest.

Enter Emilia

EMILIA

Good morrow, good lieutenant. I am sorry

For your displeasure, but all will sure be well.

The general and his wife are talking of it,

And she speaks for you stoutly. The Moor replies

That he you hurt is of great fame in Cyprus,

And great affinity, and that in wholesome wisdom

He might not but refuse you. But he protests he loves

you,

And needs no other suitor but his likings

To take the saf’st occasion by the front

To bring you in again.

CASSIO Yet I beseech you,

If you think fit, or that it may be done,

Give me advantage of some brief discourse

With Desdemon alone.

EMILIA Pray you come in.

I will bestow you where you shall have time

To speak your bosom freely.

CASSIO I am much bound to you.

Exeunt

3.2 Enter Othello, Iago, and Gentlemen

OTHELLO

These letters give, Iago, to the pilot,

And by him do my duties to the senate.

That done, I will be walking on the works.

Repair there to me.

IAGO Well, my good lord, I’ll do’t.

Exit

OTHELLO

This fortification, gentlemen—shall we see’t?

A GENTLEMAN We’ll wait upon your lordship.

Exeunt

3.3 Enter Desdemona, Cassio, and Emilia

DESDEMONA

Be thou assured, good Cassio, I will do

All my abilities in thy behalf.

EMILIA

Good madam, do. I warrant it grieves my husband

As if the cause were his.

DESDEMONA

O, that’s an honest fellow. Do not doubt, Cassio,

But I will have my lord and you again

As friendly as you were.

CASSIO Bounteous madam,

Whatever shall become of Michael Cassio

He’s never anything but your true servant.

DESDEMONA

I know’t. I thank you. You do love my lord.

You have known him long, and be you well assured

He shall in strangeness stand no farther off

Than in a politic distance.

CASSIO Ay, but, lady,

That policy may either last so long,

Or feed upon such nice and wat’rish diet,

Or breed itself so out of circumstance,

That, I being absent and my place supplied,

My general will forget my love and service.

DESDEMONA

Do not doubt that. Before Emilia here

I give thee warrant of thy place. Assure thee,

If I do vow a friendship I’ll perform it

To the last article. My lord shall never rest.

I’ll watch him tame, and talk him out of patience.

His bed shall seem a school, his board a shrift.

I’ll intermingle everything he does

With Cassio’s suit. Therefore be merry, Cassio,

For thy solicitor shall rather die

Than give thy cause away.

Enter Othello and Iago

EMILIA Madam, here comes my lord.

CASSIO

Madam, I’ll take my leave.

DESDEMONA Why, stay, and hear me speak.

CASSIO

Madam, not now. I am very ill at ease,

Unfit for mine own purposes.

DESDEMONA Well, do your discretion.

Exit Cassio

IAGO Ha! I like not that.

OTHELLO What dost thou say?

IAGO

Nothing, my lord. Or if, I know not what.

OTHELLO

Was not that Cassio parted from my wife?

IAGO

Cassio, my lord? No, sure, I cannot think it,

That he would steal away so guilty-like

Seeing your coming.

OTHELLO I do believe ’twas he.

DESDEMONA How now, my lord?

I have been talking with a suitor here,

A man that languishes in your displeasure.

OTHELLO Who is’t you mean?

DESDEMONA

Why, your lieutenant, Cassio; good my lord,

If I have any grace or power to move you,

His present reconciliation take;

For if he be not one that truly loves you,

That errs in ignorance and not in cunning,

I have no judgement in an honest face.

I prithee call him back.

OTHELLO Went he hence now?

DESDEMONA Yes, faith, so humbled

That he hath left part of his grief with me

To suffer with him. Good love, call him back.

OTHELLO

Not now, sweet Desdemon. Some other time.

DESDEMONA

But shall’t be shortly?

OTHELLO The sooner, sweet, for you.

DESDEMONA

Shall’t be tonight at supper?

OTHELLO No, not tonight.

DESDEMONA

Tomorrow dinner, then?

OTHELLO I shall not dine at home.

I meet the captains at the citadel.

DESDEMONA

Why then, tomorrow night, or Tuesday morn,

On Tuesday noon, or night, on Wednesday morn—

I prithee name the time, but let it not

Exceed three days. In faith, he’s penitent,

And yet his trespass, in our common reason—

Save that, they say, the wars must make example

Out of her best—is not almost a fault

T‘incur a private check. When shall he come?

Tell me, Othello. I wonder in my soul

What you would ask me that I should deny,

Or stand so mamm’ring on? What, Michael Cassio,

That came a-wooing with you, and so many a time

When I have spoke of you dispraisingly

Hath ta‘en your part—to have so much to-do

To bring him in? By’r Lady, I could do much.

OTHELLO

Prithee, no more. Let him come when he will.

I will deny thee nothing.

DESDEMONA Why, this is not a boon.

’Tis as I should entreat you wear your gloves,

Or feed on nourishing dishes, or keep you warm,

Or sue to you to do a peculiar profit

To your own person. Nay, when I have a suit

Wherein I mean to touch your love indeed,

It shall be full of poise and difficult weight,

And fearful to be granted.

OTHELLO I will deny thee nothing,

Whereon I do beseech thee grant me this:

To leave me but a little to myself.

DESDEMONA

Shall I deny you? No. Farewell, my lord.

OTHELLO

Farewell, my Desdemona. I’ll come to thee straight.

DESDEMONA

Emilia, come. (To Othello) Be as your fancies teach you.

Whate’er you be, I am obedient.

Exeunt Desdemona and Emilia

OTHELLO

Excellent wretch! Perdition catch my soul

But I do love thee, and when I love thee not,

Chaos is come again.

IAGO My noble lord.

OTHELLO What dost thou say, Iago?

IAGO

Did Michael Cassio, when you wooed my lady,

Know of your love?

OTHELLO

He did, from first to last. Why dost thou ask?

IAGO

But for a satisfaction of my thought,

No further harm.

OTHELLO Why of thy thought, Iago?

IAGO

I did not think he had been acquainted with her.

OTHELLO

O yes, and went between us very oft.

IAGO Indeed?

OTHELLO

Indeed? Ay, indeed. Discern’st thou aught in that?

Is he not honest?

IAGO Honest, my lord?

OTHELLO Honest? Ay, honest.

IAGO

My lord, for aught I know.

OTHELLO What dost thou think?

IAGO Think, my lord?

OTHELLO

‘Think, my lord?’ By heaven, thou echo‘st me

As if there were some monster in thy thought

Too hideous to be shown! Thou dost mean something.

I heard thee say even now thou liked’st not that,

When Cassio left my wife. What didst not like?

And when I told thee he was of my counsel

In my whole course of wooing, thou cried‘st ‘Indeed?’

And didst contract and purse thy brow together

As if thou then hadst shut up in thy brain

Some horrible conceit. If thou dost love me,

Show me thy thought.

IAGO My lord, you know I love you.

OTHELLO I think thou dost,

And for I know thou‘rt full of love and honesty,

And weigh’st thy words before thou giv’st them

breath,

Therefore these stops of thine fright me the more;

For such things in a false disloyal knave

Are tricks of custom, but in a man that’s just,

They’re close dilations, working from the heart

That passion cannot rule.

IAGO For Michael Cassio,

I dare be sworn I think that he is honest.

OTHELLO

I think so too.

IAGO Men should be what they seem,

Or those that be not, would they might seem none.

OTHELLO

Certain, men should be what they seem.

IAGO

Why then, I think Cassio’s an honest man.

OTHELLO Nay, yet there’s more in this.

I prithee speak to me as to thy thinkings,

As thou dost ruminate, and give thy worst of thoughts

The worst of words.

IAGO Good my lord, pardon me.

Though I am bound to every act of duty,

I am not bound to that all slaves are free to.

Utter my thoughts? Why, say they are vile and false,

As where’s that palace whereinto foul things

Sometimes intrude not? Who has that breast so pure

But some uncleanly apprehensions

Keep leets and law-days, and in sessions sit

With meditations lawful?

OTHELLO

Thou dost conspire against thy friend, Iago,

If thou but think‘st him wronged and mak’st his ear

A stranger to thy thoughts.

IAGO I do beseech you,

Though I perchance am vicious in my guess—

As I confess it is my nature’s plague

To spy into abuses, and oft my jealousy

Shapes faults that are not—that your wisdom then,

From one that so imperfectly conceits,

Would take no notice, nor build yourself a trouble

Out of his scattering and unsure observance.

It were not for your quiet nor your good,

Nor for my manhood, honesty, and wisdom,

To let you know my thoughts.

OTHELLO What dost thou mean?

IAGO

Good name in man and woman, dear my lord,

Is the immediate jewel of their souls.

Who steals my purse steals trash; ‘tis something,

nothing;

’Twas mine, ’tis his, and has been slave to thousands.

But he that filches from me my good name

Robs me of that which not enriches him

And makes me poor indeed.

OTHELLO By heaven, I’ll know thy thoughts.

IAGO

You cannot, if my heart were in your hand;

Nor shall not whilst ’tis in my custody.

OTHELLO

Ha!

IAGO O, beware, my lord, of jealousy.

It is the green-eyed monster which doth mock

The meat it feeds on. That cuckold lives in bliss

Who, certain of his fate, loves not his wronger.

But O, what damned minutes tells he o’er

Who dotes yet doubts, suspects yet fondly loves!

OTHELLO O misery!

IAGO

Poor and content is rich, and rich enough,

But riches fineless is as poor as winter

To him that ever fears he shall be poor.

Good God the souls of all my tribe defend

From jealousy!

OTHELLO Why, why is this?

Think‘st thou I’d make a life of jealousy,

To follow still the changes of the moon

With fresh suspicions? No, to be once in doubt

Is once to be resolved. Exchange me for a goat

When I shall turn the business of my soul

To such exsufflicate and blowed surmises

Matching thy inference. ’Tis not to make me jealous

To say my wife is fair, feeds well, loves company,

Is free of speech, sings, plays, and dances well.

Where virtue is, these are more virtuous,

Nor from mine own weak merits will I draw

The smallest fear or doubt of her revolt,

For she had eyes and chose me. No, Iago,

I’ll see before I doubt; when I doubt, prove;

And on the proof, there is no more but this:

Away at once with love or jealousy.

IAGO

I am glad of this, for now I shall have reason

To show the love and duty that I bear you

With franker spirit. Therefore, as I am bound,

Receive it from me. I speak not yet of proof.

Look to your wife. Observe her well with Cassio.

Wear your eyes thus: not jealous, nor secure.

I would not have your free and noble nature

Out of self-bounty be abused. Look to’t.

I know our country disposition well.

In Venice they do let God see the pranks

They dare not show their husbands; their best

conscience

Is not to leave’t undone, but keep’t unknown.

OTHELLO Dost thou say so?

IAGO

She did deceive her father, marrying you,

And when she seemed to shake and fear your looks

She loved them most.

OTHELLO And so she did.

IAGO Why, go to, then.

She that so young could give out such a seeming,

To seel her father’s eyes up close as oak,

He thought ’twas witchcraft! But I am much to blame.

I humbly do beseech you of your pardon

For too much loving you.

OTHELLO I am bound to thee for ever.

IAGO

I see this hath a little dashed your spirits.

OTHELLO

Not a jot, not a jot.

IAGO I’faith, I fear it has.

I hope you will consider what is spoke

Comes from my love. But I do see you’re moved.

I am to pray you not to strain my speech

To grosser issues, nor to larger reach

Than to suspicion.

OTHELLO I will not.

IAGO Should you do so, my lord,

My speech should fall into such vile success

Which my thoughts aimed not. Cassio’s my worthy

friend.

My lord, I see you’re moved.

OTHELLO No, not much moved.

I do not think but Desdemona’s honest.

IAGO

Long live she so, and long live you to think so!

OTHELLO

And yet how nature, erring from itself—

IAGO

Ay, there’s the point; as, to be bold with you,

Not to affect many proposed matches

Of her own clime, complexion, and degree,

Whereto we see in all things nature tends.

Foh, one may smell in such a will most rank,

Foul disproportions, thoughts unnatural!

But pardon me. I do not in position

Distinctly speak of her, though I may fear

Her will, recoiling to her better judgement,

May fall to match you with her country forms

And happily repent.

OTHELLO Farewell, farewell.

If more thou dost perceive, let me know more.

Set on thy wife to observe. Leave me, Iago.

IAGO (going) My lord, I take my leave.

OTHELLO

Why did I marry? This honest creature doubtless

Sees and knows more, much more, than he unfolds.

IAGO (returning)

My lord, I would I might entreat your honour

To scan this thing no farther. Leave it to time.

Although ’tis fit that Cassio have his place—

For sure he fills it up with great ability—

Yet, if you please to hold him off a while,

You shall by that perceive him and his means.

Note if your lady strain his entertainment

With any strong or vehement importunity.

Much will be seen in that. In the mean time,

Let me be thought too busy in my fears—

As worthy cause I have to fear I am—

And hold her free, I do beseech your honour.

OTHELLO

Fear not my government.

IAGO I once more take my leave.

Exit

OTHELLO

This fellow’s of exceeding honesty,

And knows all qualities with a learned spirit

Of human dealings. If I do prove her haggard,

Though that her jesses were my dear heart-strings

I’d whistle her off and let her down the wind

To prey at fortune. Haply for I am black,

And have not those soft parts of conversation

That chamberers have; or for I am declined

Into the vale of years—yet that’s not much—

She’s gone. I am abused, and my relief

Must be to loathe her. O curse of marriage,

That we can call these delicate creatures ours

And not their appetites! I had rather be a toad

And live upon the vapour of a dungeon

Than keep a corner in the thing I love

For others’ uses. Yet ‘tis the plague of great ones;

Prerogatived are they less than the base.

’Tis destiny unshunnable, like death.

Even then this forked plague is fated to us

When we do quicken.

Enter Desdemona and Emilia

Look where she comes.

If she be false, O then heaven mocks itself!

I’ll not believe’t.

DESDEMONA How now, my dear Othello?

Your dinner, and the generous islanders

By you invited, do attend your presence.

OTHELLO I am to blame.

DESDEMONA

Why do you speak so faintly? Are you not well?

OTHELLO

I have a pain upon my forehead here.

DESDEMONA

Faith, that’s with watching. ’will away again.

Let me but bind it hard, within this hour

It will be well.

OTHELLO Your napkin is too little.

He puts the napkin from him. It drops.

Let it alone. Come, I’ll go in with you.

DESDEMONA

I am very sorry that you are not well.

Exeunt Othello and Desdemona

EMILIA (taking up the napkin)

I am glad I have found this napkin.

This was her first remembrance from the Moor.

My wayward husband hath a hundred times

Wooed me to steal it, but she so loves the token—

For he conjured her she should ever keep it—

That she reserves it evermore about her

To kiss and talk to. I’ll ha’ the work ta’en out,

And give’t Iago. What he will do with it,

Heaven knows, not I.

I nothing, but to please his fantasy.

Enter Iago

IAGO

How now, what do you here alone?

EMILIA

Do not you chide. I have a thing for you.

IAGO

You have a thing for me? It is a common thing.

EMILIA Ha?

IAGO To have a foolish wife.

EMILIA

O, is that all? What will you give me now

For that same handkerchief?

IAGO What handkerchief?

EMILIA What handkerchief?

Why, that the Moor first gave to Desdemona,

That which so often you did bid me steal.

IAGO Hast stol’n it from her?

EMILIA

No, faith, she let it drop by negligence,

And to th‘advantage I, being here, took’t up.

Look, here ’tis.

IAGO A good wench! Give it me.

EMILIA

What will you do with it, that you have been so earnest

To have me filch it?

IAGO Why, what is that to you?

He takes the napkin

EMILIA

If it be not for some purpose of import,

Give’t me again. Poor lady, she’ll run mad

When she shall lack it.

IAGO

Be not acknown on’t. I have use for it. Go, leave me.

Exit Emilia

I will in Cassio’s lodging lose this napkin,

And let him find it. Trifles light as air

Are to the jealous confirmations strong

As proofs of holy writ. This may do something.

The Moor already changes with my poison.

Dangerous conceits are in their natures poisons,

Which at the first are scarce found to distaste,

But, with a little act upon the blood,

Burn like the mines of sulphur.

Enter Othello

I did say so.

Look where he comes. Not poppy nor mandragora

Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world

Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep

Which thou owedst yesterday.

OTHELLO Ha, ha, false to me?

IAGO

Why, how now, general? No more of that.

OTHELLO

Avaunt, be gone. Thou hast set me on the rack.

I swear ’tis better to be much abused

Than but to know’t a little.

IAGO How now, my lord?

OTHELLO

What sense had I of her stol’n hours of lust?

I saw’t not, thought it not; it harmed not me.

I slept the next night well, fed well, was free and

merry.

I found not Cassio’s kisses on her lips.

He that is robbed, not wanting what is stol’n,

Let him not know’t and he’s not robbed at all.

IAGO I am sorry to hear this.

OTHELLO

I had been happy if the general camp,

Pioneers and all, had tasted her sweet body,

So I had nothing known. O, now for ever

Farewell the tranquil mind, farewell content,

Farewell the plumèd troops and the big wars

That makes ambition virtue! O, farewell,

Farewell the neighing steed and the shrill trump,

The spirit-stirring drum, th‘ear-piercing fife,

The royal banner, and all quality,

Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war!

And O, you mortal engines whose rude throats

Th’immortal Jove’s dread clamours counterfeit,

Farewell! Othello’s occupation’s gone.

IAGO Is’t possible, my lord?

OTHELLO ⌈taking Iago by the throat⌉

Villain, be sure thou prove my love a whore.

Be sure of it. Give me the ocular proof,

Or, by the worth of mine eternal soul,

Thou hadst been better have been born a dog

Than answer my waked wrath.

IAGO Is’t come to this?

OTHELLO

Make me to see’t, or at the least so prove it

That the probation bear no hinge nor loop

To hang a doubt on, or woe upon thy life.

IAGO My noble lord.

OTHELLO

If thou dost slander her and torture me,

Never pray more; abandon all remorse,

On horror’s head horrors accumulate,

Do deeds to make heaven weep, all earth amazed,

For nothing canst thou to damnation add

Greater than that.

IAGO O grace, O heaven forgive me!

Are you a man? Have you a soul or sense?

God buy you, take mine office. O wretched fool,

That lov’st to make thine honesty a vice!

O monstrous world, take note, take note, O world,

To be direct and honest is not safe!

I thank you for this profit, and from hence

I’ll love no friend, sith love breeds such offence.

OTHELLO Nay, stay. Thou shouldst be honest.

IAGO

I should be wise, for honesty’s a fool,

And loses that it works for.

OTHELLO By the world,

I think my wife be honest, and think she is not.

I think that thou art just, and think thou art not.

I’ll have some proof. My name, that was as fresh

As Dian’s visage, is now begrimed and black

As mine own face. If there be cords, or knives,

Poison, or fire, or suffocating streams,

I’ll not endure it. Would I were satisfied!

IAGO

I see, sir, you are eaten up with passion.

I do repent me that I put it to you.

You would be satisfied?

OTHELLO Would? Nay, and I will.

IAGO

And may. But how, how satisfied, my lord?

Would you, the supervisor, grossly gape on,

Behold her topped?

OTHELLO Death and damnation! O!

IAGO

It were a tedious difficulty, I think,

To bring them to that prospect. Damn them then

If ever mortal eyes do see them bolster

More than their own! What then, how then?

What shall I say? Where’s satisfaction?

It is impossible you should see this,

Were they as prime as goats, as hot as monkeys,

As salt as wolves in pride, and fools as gross

As ignorance made drunk. But yet I say,

If imputation, and strong circumstances

Which lead directly to the door of truth,

Will give you satisfaction, you might ha’t.

OTHELLO

Give me a living reason she’s disloyal.

IAGO I do not like the office,

But sith I am entered in this cause so far,

Pricked to’t by foolish honesty and love,

I will go on. I lay with Cassio lately,

And being troubled with a raging tooth,

I could not sleep. There are a kind of men

So loose of soul that in their sleeps

Will mutter their affairs. One of this kind is Cassio.

In sleep I heard him say ‘Sweet Desdemona,

Let us be wary, let us hide our loves’,

And then, sir, would he grip and wring my hand,

Cry ‘O, sweet creature!’, then kiss me hard,

As if he plucked up kisses by the roots,

That grew upon my lips, lay his leg o‘er my thigh,

And sigh, and kiss, and then cry ‘Cursèd fate,

That gave thee to the Moor!’

OTHELLO O, monstrous, monstrous!

IAGO Nay, this was but his dream.

OTHELLO

But this denoted a foregone conclusion.

IAGO

’Tis a shrewd doubt, though it be but a dream,

And this may help to thicken other proofs

That do demonstrate thinly.

OTHELLO I’ll tear her all to pieces.

IAGO

Nay, yet be wise; yet we see nothing done.

She may be honest yet. Tell me but this:

Have you not sometimes seen a handkerchief

Spotted with strawberries in your wife’s hand?

OTHELLO

I gave her such a one. ’Twas my first gift.

IAGO

I know not that, but such a handkerchief—

I am sure it was your wife’s—did I today

See Cassio wipe his beard with.

OTHELLO If it be that—

IAGO

If it be that, or any that was hers,

It speaks against her with the other proofs.

OTHELLO

O that the slave had forty thousand lives!

One is too poor, too weak for my revenge.

Now do I see ‘tis true. Look here, Iago.

All my fond love thus do I blow to heaven—’tis gone.

Arise, black vengeance, from the hollow hell.

Yield up, O love, thy crown and hearted throne

To tyrannous hate! Swell, bosom, with thy freight,

For ’tis of aspics’ tongues.

IAGO Yet be content.

OTHELLO

O, blood, blood, blood!

IAGO Patience, I say. Your mind may change.

OTHELLO

Never, Iago. Like to the Pontic Sea,

Whose icy current and compulsive course

Ne‘er knows retiring ebb, but keeps due on

To the Propontic and the Hellespont,

Even so my bloody thoughts with violent pace

Shall ne’er look back, ne’er ebb to humble love,

Till that a capable and wide revenge

Swallow them up.

⌈He kneels⌉

Now, by yon marble heaven,

In the due reverence of a sacred vow

I here engage my words.

IAGO Do not rise yet.

Iago kneels

Witness you ever-burning lights above,

You elements that clip us round about,

Witness that here Iago doth give up

The execution of his wit, hands, heart

To wronged Othello’s service. Let him command,

And to obey shall be in me remorse,

What bloody business ever.

⌈They rise⌉

OTHELLO I greet thy love,

Not with vain thanks, but with acceptance bounteous,

And will upon the instant put thee to’t.

Within these three days let me hear thee say

That Cassio’s not alive.

IAGO My friend is dead.

’Tis done at your request; but let her live.

OTHELLO

Damn her, lewd minx! O, damn her, damn her!

Come, go with me apart. I will withdraw

To furnish me with some swift means of death

For the fair devil. Now art thou my lieutenant.

IAGO I am your own for ever.

Exeunt