Oth. What promise, chuck?
Des. I have sent to bid Cassio come speak with you.
Oth. I have a salt and sorry rheum offends me;[6119]
Lend me thy handkerchief.[6120]
Des. Here, my lord. 50
Oth. That which I gave you.
Des. I have it not about me.
Oth. Not?[6121]
Des. No, indeed, my lord.[6122]
Oth. That's a fault. That handkerchief[6120][6123] 55
Did an Egyptian to my mother give;
She was a charmer, and could almost read
The thoughts of people: she told her, while she kept it
'Twould make her amiable and subdue my father[6124]
Entirely to her love, but if she lost it[6125] 60
Or made a gift of it, my father's eye
Should hold her loathed and his spirits should hunt[6126]
After new fancies: she dying gave it me,
And bid me, when my fate would have me wive,[6127]
To give it her. I did so: and take heed on't; 65
Make it a darling like your precious eye;
To lose't or give't away were such perdition[6128]
As nothing else could match.
Des. Is't possible?