A man that all his time
Hath founded his good
fortunes
on your love,
Shared dangers with you-
OTHELLO.
Shakespeare
DESDEMONA. Why, so I can, sir, but I will not now.
This is a trick to put me from my suit.
Pray you, let Cassio be received again.
OTHELLO. Fetch me the handkerchief, my mind misgives.
DESDEMONA. Come, come,
You'll never meet a more sufficient man.
OTHELLO. The handkerchief!
DESDEMONA. I pray, talk me of Cassio.
OTHELLO. The handkerchief!
DESDEMONA.
A man that all his time
Hath founded his good
fortunes
on your love,
Shared dangers with you-
OTHELLO.
The handkerchief!
DESDEMONA. In sooth, you are to blame.
OTHELLO. Away! Exit.
EMILIA. Is not this man jealous?
DESDEMONA. I ne'er saw this before.
Sure there's some wonder in this handkerchief;
I am most unhappy in the loss of it.
EMILIA. 'Tis not a year or two shows us a man.
They are all but stomachs and we all but food;
They eat us hungerly, and when they are full
They belch us. Look you!
