And on Othello going off in a rage about the handkerchief--what saith Desdemona?-- "_I ne'er saw this before._" These few words are full charged with long time. NORTH. They are. And Emilia's--"'Tis not a year or two shows us a man." True, that is a kind of general reflection--but a most foolish general reflection indeed, if made to a Wife weeping at her husband's harshness the day after marriage. TALBOYS. Emilia's "year or two" cannot mean one day--it implies weeks--or months. Desdemona then says,-- "Something, sure, of state, _Either from Venice_, or some unhatch'd practice," &c. Does not _that_ look like long time at Cyprus? Unlike the language of one who had herself arrived at Cyprus from Venice but the day before. And in continuation, Desdemona's "Nay, we must think, men are not gods; Nor of them look for such observances _As fit the bridal_." And that thought brings sudden comfort to poor Desdemona, who says sweetly-- "Beshrew me much, Emilia, I was (unhandsome warrior as I am,) Arraigning his unkindness with my soul; But now, I find, I had suborn'd the witness, And he's indited falsely." That is--why did I, a married woman some months old, forget that the honey-moon is gone, and that my Othello, hero as he is, is now--not a Bridegroom--but a husband? "Men are not gods." NORTH. And Bianca? She's a puzzler. TALBOYS. A puzzler, and something more. "_Bianca._ Save you, friend Cassio! _Cassio._ What make you from home? How is it with you, my most fair Bianca? I'faith, sweet love, I was coming _to your house_. _Bianca._ And I was going to your lodging, Cassio. What! keep a week away? seven days and nights? Eight score eight hours? And lovers' absent hours, More tedious than the dial eight score times? O weary reckoning! _Cassio._ Pardon me, Bianca; I have this while with leaden thoughts been press'd; But I shall, in a more continuate time, Strike off the score of absence."