Oth. With all my heart, sir. Lod. The duke and senators of Venice greet you. [Gives him a Packet. Oth. I kiss the instrument of their pleasures. [Opens the Packet, and reads. Des. And what's the news, good cousin Lodovico ? Iago. I am very glad to see you, signior; Welcome to Cyprus. Lod. I thank you: how does lieutenant Cassio? Des. Cousin, there's fallen between him and my lord An unkind breach: but you shall make all well. Oth. Are you sure of that? Des. My lord? [Reads. Oth. This fail you not to do, as you will— Des. My lord? Oth. Are you wise? Des. What, is he angry? Lod. 'May be, the letter mov'd him; Des. By my troth, I am glad on't. Oth. Indeed? Des. My lord? Oth. I am glad to see you mad. Oth, Devil! [Striking her. Des. I have not deserv'd this. 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 team with women's tears, Des. I will not stay to offend you. Lod. Truly, an obedient lady : : I do beseech your lordship, call her back. Oth. Mistress,- Des. My lord? Oth. What would you with her, sir? Lod. Who, I, my lord? : [Going. Oth. Ay; you did wish, that I would make her turn: Sir, she can turn, and turn, and yet go on, [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 monkies! [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, Iago. 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 cen sure. 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. It it his use? Or did the letters work upon his blood, And new-create this fault? Iago. 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. 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? Emil. 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, 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, Re-enter EMILIA, with DESDEMONA. 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. Some of your function, mistress; [To EMILIA. Leave procreants alone, and shut the door; 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. 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. 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, 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; |