Page 1491 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3

I have a pain upon my forehead, here.

DESDEMONA
Faith, that’s with watching, ’twill away again;
Let me but bind your head, within this hour [290]
It will be well again.

OTHELLO
Your napkin is too little:

She drops her handkerchief.
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
I am glad I have found this napkin;

This was her first remembrance from the Moor, [295]
My wayward husband hath a hundred times
Woo’d me to steal it, but she so loves the token,
For he conjur’d 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, [300]
And give’t Iago: what he’ll do with it
Heaven knows, not I,

I nothing know, but for his fantasy.

Enter Iago.

IAGO
How now, what do you here alone?

EMILIA
Do not you chide, I have a thing for you. [305]

IAGO