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    Â Â Â Â As I have spoken for you, all my best,
    Â Â Â Â And stood within the blank of his displeasure
    Â Â Â Â For my free speech: you must awhile be patient; [130]
    Â Â Â Â What I can do I will, and more I will
    Â Â Â Â Than for myself I dare, let that suffice you.
    IAGO. Is my lord angry?
    EMILIA. He went hence but now,
    Â Â Â Â And certainly in strange unquietness.
    IAGO. Can he be angry? I have seen the cannon , [135]
    Â Â Â Â When it hath blown his rank s into the air;
    Â Â Â Â And (like the devil) from his very arm
    Â Â Â Â  Puff ’d his own brother, and can he be angry?
    Â Â Â Â Something of moment then: I will go meet him,
    Â Â Â Â There’s matter in ’t indeed, if he be angry. [140]
    (Exit.)
    DESDEMONA. I prithee do so: something sure of state,
    Â Â Â Â Either from Venice, or some unhatch’d practice ,
    Â Â Â Â Made demonstrable here in Cyprus to him,
    Â Â Â Â Hath puddle d his clear spirit, and in such cases
    Â Â Â Â Men’s natures wrangle with inferior things, [145]
    Â Â Â Â Though great ones are the object.
    Â Â Â Â â€™Tis even so; for let our finger ache ,
    Â Â Â Â And it indues our other healthful members
    Â Â Â Â Even to that sense of pain; nay, we must think
    Â Â Â Â Men are not gods; [150]
    Â Â Â Â Nor of them look for such observance s
    Â Â Â Â As fits the bridal : beshrew me much, Emilia,
    Â Â Â Â I was ( unhandsome warrior as I am)
    Â Â Â Â  Arraign ing his unkindness with my soul;
    Â Â Â Â But now I find I had suborn ’d the witness, [155]
    Â Â Â Â And he’s indicted falsely.
    EMILIA. Pray heaven it be state-matters, as you think,
    Â Â Â Â And no conception , nor no jealous toy
    Â Â Â Â Concerning you.
    DESDEMONA. Alas the day, I never gave him cause! [160]
    EMILIA. But jealous souls will not be answer’d so;
    Â Â Â Â They are not ever jealous for the cause,
    Â Â Â Â But jealous for they are jealous: ’tis a monster,
    Â Â Â Â  Begot upon itself, born on itself.
    DESDEMONA. Heaven keep that monster from Othello’s mind! [165]
    EMILI A. Lady, amen.
    DESDEMONA. I will go seek him, Cassio, walk hereabout,
    Â Â Â Â If I do find him fit, I’ll move your suit,
    Â Â Â Â And seek to effect it to my uttermost.
    CASSIO. I humbly thank your ladyship. [170]
    (Exeunt Desdemona and Emilia.)
    (Enter Bianca.)
    BIANCA. Save you, friend Cassio!
    CASSIO. What make you from home?
    Â Â Â Â How is it with you, my most fair Bianca?
    Â Â Â Â I’ faith, sweet love, I was coming to your house.
    BIANCA . And I was going to your lodging, Cassio;
    Â Â Â Â What, keep a week away? seven days and nights? [175]
    Â Â Â Â Eight score eight hours, and lovers’ absent hours,
    Â Â Â Â More tedious than the dial , eight score times?
    Â Â Â Â O weary reckoning !
    CASSIO. Pardon me, Bianca,
    Â Â Â Â I have this while with leaden thoughts been press’d,
    Â Â Â Â But I shall in a more convenient time [180]
    Â Â Â Â Strike off this score of absence: sweet Bianca,
    (Giving her Desdemona’s handkerchief.)
    Â Â Â Â Take me this work out.
    BIANCA. O Cassio, whence came this?
    Â Â Â Â This is some token from a newer friend;
    Â Â Â Â To the felt absence, now I feel a cause,
    Â Â Â Â Is ’t come to this?
    CASSIO. Go to, woman, [185]
    Â Â Â Â Throw your vile guesses in the devil’s teeth,
    Â Â Â Â From whence you have them; you are jealous now
    Â Â Â Â That this is from some mistress, some remembrance.
    Â Â Â Â No, by my faith, Bianca.
    BIANCA. Why, whose is it?
    CASSIO. I know not, sweet, I found it in my chamber; [190]
    Â Â Â Â I like the work well; ere it be