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...
1:06:01
...and bid me, when my fate would
have me wived...
1:06:05
...l give it her.
1:06:06
l did so.
1:06:08
And take heed on it.
1:06:10
Make it a darling
like your precious eye.
1:06:14
To lose it or give it away...
1:06:17
...were such perdition
as nothing else could match.
1:06:22
ls it possible?
1:06:23
'Tis true.
1:06:26
There's magic in the web of it.
1:06:28
Then would to God l had never seen it!
1:06:30
Wherefore?
1:06:32
Why do you speak
so startingly and rash?
1:06:34
ls it lost? ls it gone?
ls it out of the way?
1:06:36
Heaven bless us!
1:06:38
-Say you?
-lt is not lost.
1:06:39
-But what an if it were?
-How?
1:06:41
l say it is not lost!
1:06:43
Fetch it.
Let me see it.
1:06:46
Why, so l can, sir.
But l will not now.
1:06:49
This is a trick
to put me from my suit.
1:06:52
l pray you,
let Cassio be received again.
1:06:55
Fetch me my handkerchief.
My mind misgives.
1:06:57
Come. You'll never meet
a more sufficient man.