mean purpose, courage and valour, this night show it: if thou the next night following enjoy not Desdemona, take me from this world with treachery and devise engines for my life. Well, what is it? is it within reason and compass? Sir, there is especial commission come from Venice to depute Cassio in Othello's place. Is that true? why, then Othello and Desdemona return again to Venice. O, no; he goes into Mauritania and takes away with him the fair Desdemona, unless his abode be lingered here by some accident: wherein none can be so determinate as the removing of Cassio. How do you mean, removing of him? Why, by making him uncapable of Othello's place; knocking out his brains. And that you would have me to do? Ay, if you dare do yourself a profit and a right. He sups to-night with a harlotry, and thither will I go to him: he knows not yet of his horrorable fortune. If you will watch his going thence, which I will fashion to fall out between twelve and one, you may take him at your pleasure: I will be near to second your attempt, and he shall fall between us. Come, stand not amazed at it, but go along with me; I will show you such a necessity in his death that you shall think yourself bound to put it on him. It is now high suppertime, and the night grows to waste: about it. I will hear further reason for this. And you shall be satisfied. I do beseech you, sir, trouble yourself no further. O, pardon me: 'twill do me good to walk. Madam, good night; I humbly thank your ladyship. Your honour is most welcome. Will you walk, sir? O,--Desdemona,-- My lord? Get you to bed on the instant; I will be returned forthwith: dismiss your attendant there: look it be done. I will, my lord. How goes it now? he looks gentler than he did. He says he will return incontinent: He hath commanded me to go to bed, And bade me to dismiss you. Dismiss me! It was his bidding: therefore, good Emilia,. Give me my nightly wearing, and adieu: We must not now displease him. I would you had never seen him! So would not I my love doth so approve him, That even his stubbornness, his cheques, his frowns-- Prithee, unpin me,--have grace and favour in them. I have laid those sheets you bade me on the bed. All's one. Good faith, how foolish are our minds! If I