1:04:02
...then laid his leg over my thigh...
1:04:05
...and sighed and kissed
and cried:
1:04:07
''Cursed fate
that gave thee to the Moor!''
1:04:10
-O monstrous!
-Nay, this was but his dream.
1:04:12
-Monstrous!
-Nay, yet be wise...
1:04:14
...yet we see nothing done.
1:04:16
She may be honest yet.
Tell me but this:
1:04:18
Did you not see
a handkerchief...
1:04:20
...spotted with strawberries
in your wife's hand?
1:04:22
l gave her such a one.
'Twas my first gift.
1:04:25
l know not that.
But such a handkerchief...
1:04:27
...l'm sure it was your wife's...
1:04:29
...did l today see
Cassio wipe his beard with.
1:04:32
O, if it be that--
1:04:57
Where should I lose
that handkerchief, Emilia?
1:04:59
l know not, madam.
1:05:00
Believe me, l had rather lose
my purse full of crusadoes.
1:05:06
And, but my noble Moor
is true of mind...
1:05:08
...and made of no such baseness as
jealous creatures are...
1:05:12
...it were enough
to put him to ill thinking.
1:05:15
-ls he not jealous?
-Who, he?
1:05:24
How is it with you, my lord?
1:05:26
Well.
1:05:28
-And how do you, my lady?
-Well, my good lord.
1:05:32
That handkerchief did an Egyptian
to my mother give.
1:05:36
She was a charmer and could almost
read the thoughts of people.
1:05:41
She told her while she kept it,
'twould make her amiable...
1:05:44
...and subdue my father entirely
to her love.
1:05:47
But if she lost it
or made a gift of it...
1:05:51
...my father's eye
should hold her loathed...
1:05:54
...and his spirits should hunt
after new fancies.
1:05:57
She dying...
1:05:59
...gave it me...