I am commanded home:-Get you away; [Exit Desdemona. Cassio shall have my place. And,―sir, to-night, I do entreat that we may sup together. You are welcome, sir, to Cyprus.-Goats and monkeys! [Exit. Lod. Is this the noble Moor, whom our full senate Call-all-in-all sufficient?—This the noble nature Whom passion could not shake? whose solid virtue The shot of accident, nor dart of chance, Could neither graze nor pierce? lago. He is much chang'd. Lod. Are his wits safe? is he not light of brain?" Iago. He is that he is; I may not breathe my censure. What he might be,-if, what he might, he is not,— I would to heaven, he were. Lod. What, strike his wife! Iago. 'Faith, that was not so well; Yet 'would I knew, That stroke would prove the worst. Lod. Is it his use? Or did the letters work upon his blood, lago. Alas, alas! It is not honesty in me, to speak What I have seen and known. You shall observe him ; And his own courses will denote him so, That I may save my speech: Do but go after, And mark how he continues. Lod. I am sorry, that I am deceiv'd in him. [Exeunt. SCENE II. A Room in the Castle. Enter OTHELLO and EMILIA. Oth. You have seen nothing then? Emil. Nor ever heard; nor ever did suspect. Emil. Oth. Nor send you ont o'the way? Emil. Never, my lord. Never. Oth. To fetch her fan, her gloves, her mask, nor Emil. Never, my lord. Oth. That's strange. [nothing? Emil. I durst, my lord, to wager she is honest, Lay down my soul at stake: if you think other, Remove your thought; it doth abuse your bosom. If any wretch hath put this in your head, Let heaven requite it with the serpent's curse! For, if she be not honest, chaste, and true, There's no man happy; the purest of their wives Is foul as slander. Oth. Bid her come hither:-go. [Exit Emilia. She says enough:-yet she's a simple bawd, That cannot say as much. This is a subtle whore, A closet-lock-and-key of villanous secrets: And yet she'll kneel, and pray; I have seen her do't. Re-enter EMILIA, with DESDEMONA. Des. My lord, what is your will? Oth. Pray, chuck, come hither. Let me see your eyes; What horrible fancy's this? Oth. Some of your function, mistress; [To Emilia. Leave procreants alone, and shut the door; Cough, or cry-hem, if any body come: Your mystery, your mystery ;-nay, despatch. [Exit Emilia. Des. Upon my knees, what doth your speech import? I understand a fury in your words, But not the words. Oth. Why, what art thou? Des. And loyal wife. Oth. Your wife, my lord; your true Come, swear it, damn thyself; Lest, being like one of heaven, the devils themselves Should fear to seize thee: therefore be double-damn'd, Swear-thou art honest. Des. Heaven doth truly know it. Oth. Heaven truly knows, that thou art false as hell. Des. To whom, my lord? With whom? How am I false? Oth. O Desdemona!-away! away! away! Oth. have lost him, Had it pleas'd heaven Yet could I bear that too; well, very well: To knot and gender in!-turn thy complexion there! Des. I hope, my noble lord esteems me honest. That the sense aches at thee.-'Would, thou hadst ne'er been born! Des. Alas, what ignorant sin have I committed? Oth. Was this fair paper, this most goodly book, Made to write whore upon? What committed! Committed!-0 thou public commoner! Is bush'd within the hollow mine of earth, Des. By heaven, you do me wrong. No, as I am a Christian: Oth. Are not you a strumpet? Des. Oth. Is it possible? Des. O, heaven forgive us! No, as I shall be saved. I cry you mercy, then; Oth. Re-enter EMILIA. That have the office opposite to saint Peter, Emil. Good madam, what's the matter with my lord? Emil. Why, with my lord, madam. Des. Who is thy lord? He that is yours, sweet lady. Des. I have none: Do not talk to me, Emilia; I cannot weep; nor answer I have none, But what should go by water. Pr'ythee, to-night Emil. Here is a change, indeed! [Exit. Des. "Tis meet I should be us'd so, very meet. How have I been behav'd, that he might stick The small'st opinion on my great'st abuse? Re-enter EMILIA, with IAGO. lago. What is your pleasure, madam? How is it with you? Des. I cannot tell. Those, that do teach young babes, Do it with gentle means, and easy tasks: He might have chid me so; for, in good faith, lago. Des. Am I that name, Iago? Iago. What name, fair lady? Des. Such as, she says, my lord did say I was. Emil. He call'd her, whore; a beggar, in his drink, Could not have laid such terms upon his callet. Iago. Why did he so? Des. I do not know; I am sure, I am none such. Iago. Do not weep, do not weep; Alas, the day! Emil. Has she forsook so many noble matches, Her father, and her country, and her friends, To be call'd-whore? would it not make one weep? Des. It is my wretched fortune. Iago. How comes this trick upon him? Beshrew him for it! Nay, heaven doth know. Emil. I will be hang'd, if some eternal villain, Some busy and insinuating rogue, Some cogging cozening slave, to get some office, |