OTHELLO.
This argues fruitfulness and liberal heart.
Hot, hot, and moist. This hand of yours requires
A sequester from liberty, fasting and prayer,
Much castigation, exercise devout;
For here’s a young and sweating devil here
That commonly rebels. ’Tis a good hand,
A frank one.
DESDEMONA.
You may indeed say so,
For ’twas that hand that gave away my heart.
OTHELLO.
A liberal hand. The hearts of old gave hands,
But our new heraldry is hands, not hearts.
DESDEMONA.
I cannot speak of this. Come now, your promise.
OTHELLO.
What promise, chuck?
DESDEMONA.
I have sent to bid Cassio come speak with you.
OTHELLO.
I have a salt and sorry rheum offends me.
Lend me thy handkerchief.
DESDEMONA.
Here, my lord.
OTHELLO.
That which I gave you.
DESDEMONA.
I have it not about me.