And turn again; and she can weep, sir, weep; I'll send for you anon.-Sir, I obey the mandate, I do entreat that we may sup together. You are welcome, sir, to Cyprus.--Goats and monkies ![Ex. Jago. He is much chang'd. Lod. Are his wits safe? is he not light of brain? lago. 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, And new-create this fault? 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. Emil. Nor ever heard; nor ever did suspect. Each syllable, that breath made up between them. [1] Perhaps this is addressed to Desdemona, who had just expressed her joy on hearing Cassio was deputed in the room of her husband. Her innocent satisfaction in the hope of returning to her native place, is construed by Othello, into the pleasure she received from the advancement of his rival. STEEVENS. 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, Let heaven requite it with the serpent's curse! Oth. Bid her come hither :-go. [Exit EMIL She says enough ;--yet she's a simple bawd, And yet she'll kneel, and pray; I have seen her do't. Des. My lord, what is your will? Oth. Pray, chuck, come hither. Oth. Let me see your eyes; Look in my face. Des. What horrible fancy's this? Oth. [To EMIL.] Some of your function, mistress ; Leave procreants alone, and shut the door; Cough, or cry-hem, if any body come : Your mystery, your mystery ;-nay, despatch. [Ex. EMIL. But not the words. Oth. Why, what art thou ? Des. Your wife, my lord; your true And loyal wife. Oth. 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. 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, An instrument of this your calling back, Lay not your blame on me; if you have lost him, Oth. 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 : But there, where I have garner'd up my heart ;' 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? That is, treasured up; the garner and the fountain are improperly conjoined. At such an object do thou, Patience, thyself change colour; at this do thou, even thou, rosy cherub, as thou art, look as grim as hell. JOHNSON. Is hush'd within the hollow mine of earth, Des. By heaven, you do me wrong. If to preserve this vessel for my lord, Des. No, as I shall be saved. Des. O, heaven forgive us! I took you for that cunning whore of Venice, I your pains; That have the office opposite to Saint Peter, [Exit. Emil. Good madam, what's the matter with my lord? Des. With who? Emil. Why, with my lord, madam? Des. Who is thy lord? Emil. He that is yours, sweet lady. Des. I have none: Do not talk to me, Emilia ; I cannot weep; nor answer have I none, But what should go by water. Pr'ythee, to-night Emil. Here is a change, indeed! 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. [Exit. Iago. 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, Iago. What's the matter, lady? Emil. Alas, Iago, my lord hath so bewhor'd her, Des. Am I that name, Iago? Iago. What name, fair lady? Des. Such as, she says, my lord did say I was. Des. I do not know; I am sure, I am none such. lago. Beshrew him for it! How comes this trick upon him? Emil. I will be hang'd, if some eternal villain, Some cogging cozening slave, to get some office, O, heaven, that such companions thou'dst unfold; To lash the rascal naked through the world, Iago. Speak within door." Emil. O, fye upon him! Some such squire he was, That turn'd your wit the seamy side without, And made you to suspect me with the Moor. lago. You are a fool; go to. 6 [4] Callet is a lewd woman: so called, says Dr. Gray, from the French calote, which was a sort of head-dress worn by country girls. [5] Do not clamour so as to be heard beyond the house. STEEVENS. JOHNSON. [6] That is, inside out. JOHNSON. |