Des. What, is he angry? Lod. 'May be, the letter mov'd him; For, as I think, they do command him home, Deputing Cassio in his government. Des. By my troth, I am glad on 't. Lod. My lord, this would not be believ'd in Venice, Though I should swear I saw it: 'Tis very much; Make her amends, she weeps. Oth. O devil, devil! If that the earth could teem with woman's tears, Each drop she falls would prove a crocodile: : Out of my sight! Des. I will not stay to offend you. Lod. Truly, an obedient lady:- Oth. Mistress, [Going. What would you with her, sir? Lod. Who, I, my lord? Oth. Ay; you did wish, that I would make her turn: Sir, she can turn, and turn, and yet go on, Goats, and [Exit. I do entreat that we may sup together. monkies! Lod. Is this the noble Moor whom our full senate Iago. 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, Iago. Alas, alas! You shall observe It is not honesty in me, to speak 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. Oth. Yes you have seen Cassio and she together. Emil. But then I saw no harm: and then I heard Each syllable, that breath made up between them. Oth. What, did they never whisper? Emil. Never, my lord. Oth. Nor send you out o' the way? Never. Oth. To fetch her fan, her gloves, her mask, nor nothing? Emil. Never, my lord.' Oth. That's strange. 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 drab That cannot say as much. This is a subtle pimp A closet-lock-and-key of villainous secrets. Re-enter EMILIA, with DESDemona. Des. My lord, what is Oth. your will? Pray, chuck, come hither. Des. What is your pleasure? Oth. Look in my face. Des. Let me see your eyes; What horrible fancy's this? [TO EMILIA. Oth. Some of your function, mistress; Leave us alone, and shut the door; Cough, or cry-hem, if any body come: Your mystery, your mystery; nay, despatch. 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: Swear Des. thou art honest. 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! Des. Alas, the heavy day! Why do you weep? Am I the occasion of these tears, my lord? If, haply, you my father do suspect, Öth. have lost him, Had it pleas'd heaven To try me with affliction; had he rain'd All kinds of sores, and shames, on my bare head; Given to captivity me and my utmost hopes; Yet could I bear that too; well, very well: • Treasured up. Or else dries up; to be discarded thence! Patience, thou young and rose-lipp'd cherubin; Des. I hope, my noble lord esteems me honest. Oth. O, ay: as summer flies are in the shambles, That quicken even with blowing. O thou weed, Who art so lovely fair, and smell'st so sweet, That the sense aches at thee.-'Would thou had'st 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 publick commoner! I should make very forges of my cheeks, That would to cinders burn up modesty, Did I but speak thy deeds. What committed! The very wind, that kisses all it meets, Is hush'd within the hollow mine of earth, And will not hear it :. What committed! Impudent strumpet! Des. By heaven, you do me wrong. No, as I am a Christian : Oth. Are not you a strumpet? Be, Oth. Is it possible? No, as I shall be saved. Des. O, heaven forgive us! I cry you mercy, then; Oth. Re-enter EMILIA. That have the office opposite to Saint Peter, And keep the gate of hell; You! you! ay, you: |