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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 thy hollow hell ! Yield up , O love , thy crown and hearted throne To tyrannous hate ! Swell , bosom , with thy fraught , For ’ tis of aspics ’ tongues ! IAGO . Yet be content . OTHELLO . O , blood , Iago , blood ! IAGO . Patience , I say . Your mind perhaps may change . OTHELLO . Never , Iago . Like to the Pontic Sea , Whose icy current and compulsive course Ne’er feels 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 . Now by yond marble heaven , In the due reverence of a sacred vow [ Kneels . ] I here engage my words . IAGO . Do not rise yet . [ 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 wrong’d 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 . ] SCENE IV . Cyprus . Before the Castle . Enter Desdemona , Emilia and Clown . DESDEMONA . Do you know , sirrah , where Lieutenant Cassio lies ? CLOWN . I dare not say he lies anywhere . DESDEMONA . Why , man ? CLOWN . He’s a soldier ; and for one to say a soldier lies is stabbing . DESDEMONA . Go to . Where lodges he ? CLOWN . To tell you where he lodges is to tell you where I lie . DESDEMONA . Can anything be made of this ? CLOWN . I know not where he lodges ; and for me to devise a lodging , and say he lies here , or he lies there , were to lie in mine own throat . DESDEMONA . Can you inquire him out , and be edified by report ? CLOWN . I will catechize the world for him , that is , make questions and by them answer . DESDEMONA . Seek him , bid him come hither . Tell him I have moved my lord on his behalf , and hope all will be well . CLOWN . To do this is within the compass of man’s wit , and therefore I will attempt the doing it . [ Exit . ] DESDEMONA . Where should I lose that handkerchief , Emilia ? EMILIA . I know not , madam .
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