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Lod. Is it his use ?

Des. Upon my knees, what doth your speech Or did the letters work upon his blood,

import? And new-create this fault?

I understand a fury in your words, Iago. Alas, alas !

But not the words. It is not honesty in me to speak

Oth. Why, what art thou? What I have seen and known. You shall observe Des. Your wife, my lord: your true him;

And loyal wife. And his own courses will denote him so

Oth. Come, swear it; damn thyself: That I may save my speech. Do but go after, Lest, being like one of heaven, the devils themselves And mark how he continues.

Should fear to seize thee: therefore be doubleLod. I am sorry that I am deceived in him.

[Exeunt. Swear thou art honest.

Des. Heaven doth truly know it.

Oth. Heaven truly knows that thou art false as Scene II.-A Room in the Castle.

Des. To whom, my lord ? with whom? How Enter Othello and Emilia.

am I false? Oth. You have seen nothing, then?

Oth. O Desdemona !-away; away; away! Emil. Nor ever heard ; nor ever did suspect. Des. Alas, the heavy day!—Why do you weep? Oth. Yes, you have seen Cassio and she together. Am I the occasion of these tears, my lord ?

Emil. But then I saw no harm; and then I heard If, haply, you my father do suspect
Each syllable that breath made up between them. An instrument of this your calling back,
Oth. What, did they never whisper?

Lay not your blame on me: if you have lost him, Emil. Never, my lord.

Why, I have lost him too. Oth. Nor send you out o'the way?

Oth. Had it pleased Heaven Emil. Never.

To try me with affliction; had he rained Oth. To fetch her fan, her gloves, her mask, nor All kinds of sores and shames on my bare head; nothing?

Steeped me in poverty to the very lips; Emil. Never, my lord.

Given to captivity me and my utmost hopes; Oth. That's strange.

I should have found in some part of my soul Emil. I durst, my lord, to wager she is honest, A drop of patience : but, alas ! to make me Lay down my soul at stake: if you think other, 1

A fixéd figure for the time of scorn Remove your thought: it doth abuse your bosom. To point his slow unmoving finger at, — If any wretch hath put this in your head,

0! 0! Let heaven requite it with the serpent's curse! Yet could I bear that too: well, very well : For if she be not honest, chaste, and true,

But there where I have garnered up my heart; There's no man happy; the purest of their wives

Where either I must live or bear no life; Is foul as slander.

The fountain from the which my current runs, Oth. Bid her come hither: go. [Exit Emilia.

Or else dries up: to be discarded thence ! She says enough: yet she's a simple bawd

Or keep it as a cistern, for foul toads That cannot say as much. This is a subtle whore, To knot and gender in !-turn thy complexion A closet-lock-and-key of villanous secrets :

there, And yet she 'll kneel and pray: I have seen her do't.

Patience, thou young and rose-lipped cherubin :

Ay, there, look grim as hell!
Re-enter Emilia, with Desdemona.

Des. I hope my noble lord esteems me honest. Des. My lord, what is your will?

Oth. O, ay, as summer flies are in the shambles, Oth. Pray, chuck, come hither.

That quicken even with blowing. O thou weed, Des. What is your pleasure ?

Who art so lovely fair, and smell'st so sweet, Oth. Let me see your eyes :

That the sense aches at thee,—'would thou hadst Look in my face.

ne'er been born! Des. What horrible fancy's this?

Des. Alas, what ignorant sin have I committed ? Oth. Some of your function, mistress :

Oth. Was this fair paper, this most goodly book,

[To Emilia. Made to write "whore" upon ?-What committed ? Leave procreants alone, and shut the door : Committed !-0 thou public commoner, Cough or cry “hem,” if anybody come.

I should make very forges of my cheeks, Your mystery, your mystery:—nay, despatch. That would to cinders burn up modesty,

[Exit Emilia. Did I but speak thy deeds !—What committed !

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I cannot weep; nor answer have I none, That turned your wit the seamy side without,
But what should go by water. Pr'y thee, to-night And made you to suspect me with the Moor.
Lay on my bed my wedding sheets : remember: Iago. You are a fool : go to.
And call thy husband hither.

Des. () good Iago,
Emil. Here is a change, indeed! [Exit. What shall I do to win my lord again?

Des. 'Tis meet I should be used so, very meet. Good friend, go to him ; for, by this light of How have I been behaved, that he might stick

heaven, The small'st opinion on my great'st abuse? I know not how I lost him. Here I kneel :

If e'er my will did trespass 'gainst his love, Re-enter Emilia, with Iago.

Either in discourse of thought, or actual deed; Iago. What is your pleasure, madam? How Or that mine eyes, mine ears, or any sense, is it with you?

Delighted them in any other form ; Des. I cannot tell. Those that do teach young Or that I do not yet, and ever did, babes,

And ever will,—though he do shake me off Do it with gentle means and easy tasks:

To beggarly divorcement,-love him dearly, He might have chid me so; for, in good faith, Comfort forswear me! Unkindness may do much; I am a child to chiding.

And his unkindness may defeat my life, Iago. What's the matter, lady?

But never taint my love. I cannot say, whore; Emil. Alas, Iago, my lord hath so bewhored her, It does abhor me, now I speak the word : Thrown such despite and heavy terms upon her, To do the act that might the addition earn, As true hearts cannot bear.

Not the world's mass of vanity could make me. Des. Am I that name, Iago?

Iago. I pray you, be content; 't is but his humour: Iago. What name, fair lady?

The business of the state does him offence,
Des. Such as she says my lord did say I was. And he does chide with you.
Emil. He called her whore :-a beggar, in his

Des. If 't were no other,-

Iago. It is but so, I warrant you. [Trumpets. Could not have laid such terms upon his callet. | Hark, how these instruments summon to supper! Iago. Why did he so?

And the great messengers of Venice stay. Des. I do not know: I am sure I am none such. Go in, and weep not: all things shall be well. Iago. Do not weep, do not weep. Alas, the day!

[Exeunt DESDEMONA and Emilia. Emil. Has she forsook so many noble matches, Her father, and her country, and her friends,

Enter RoderiGO.
To be called whore? Would it not make one weep? | How now, Roderigo?
Des. It is my wretched fortune.

Rod. I do not find that thou deal'st justly Iago. Beshrew him for it!

with me. How comes this trick upon him?

Iago. What in the contrary? Des. Nay, heaven doth know.

Rod. Every day thou doff'st me with some deEmil. I will be hanged, if some eternal villain, vice, Iago; and rather (as it seems to me now) Some busy and insinuating rogue,

keep'st me from all conveniency, than suppliest Some cogging, cozening slave, to get some office, me with the least advantage of hope. I will, inHave not devised this slander:I'll be hanged else. | deed, no longer endure it: nor am I yet persuaded

Iago. Fie, there is no such man: it is impossible. to put up in peace what already I have foolishly
Des. If any such there be, heaven pardon him! suffered.
Emil. A halter pardon him; and hell gnaw his Iago. Will you hear me, Roderigo ?

Rod. 'Faith, I have heard too much; for your Why should he call her whore? who keeps her words and performances are in no kin together. company?

Iago. You charge me most unjustly. What place; what time; what form; what like Rod. With nought but truth. I have wasted lihood ?

myself out of my means. The jewels you have The Moor's abused by some most villanous knave, had from me, to deliver to Desdemona, would half Some base notorious knave, some scurvy fellow: have corrupted a votarist. You have told me she O heaven, that such companions thou 'dst unfold; has received them, and returned me expectations And put in every honest hand a whip,

and comforts of sudden respect and acquittance: To lash the rascal naked through the world, but I find none. Even from the east to the west!

Iago. Well: go to: very well. Iago. Speak within door.

Rod. Very well! go to! I cannot go to, man; Emil. O, fie upon him! Some such squire he was nor 't is not very well. By this hand, I say it is

very scurvy; and begin to find myself fobbed Scene III.- Another Room in the Castle. in it. Iago. Very well.

Enter Othello, Lodovico, Desdemona, Emilia, Rod. I tell you 't is not very well. I will

and Attendants. make myself known to Desdemona: if she will Lod. I do beseech you, sir, trouble yourself no return me my jewels, I will give over my suit,

further. and repent my unlawful solicitation: if not, assure Oth. O pardon me: 't will do me good to walk. yourself I will seek satisfaction of you.

Lod. Madam, good night: I humbly thank Iago. You have said now.

your ladyship. Rod. Ay, and I have said nothing but what I Des. Your honour is most welcome. protest intendment of doing.

Oth. Will you walk, sir?-Iago. Why, now I see there's mettle in thee; / 0,—Desdemona,and even from this instant do build on thee a bet Des. My lord ? ter opinion than ever before. Give me thy hand, Oth. Get you to bed on the instant; I will be Roderigo : thou hast taken against me a most returned forthwith: dismiss your attendant there: just exception; but yet I protest I have dealt look it be done. most directly in thy affair.

Des. I will, my lord. Rod. It hath not appeared.

[Exeunt OTHELLO, Lodovico, and Attendants. Iago. I grant, indeed, it hath not appeared; Emil. How goes it now? he looks gentler than and your suspicion is not without wit and judg

he did. ment. But, Roderigo, if thou hast that within Des. He says he will return incontinent: thee indeed which I have greater reason to believe He hath commanded me to go to bed, now than ever,-I mean purpose, courage, and

And bade me to dismiss you. valour,—this night shew it: if thou the next night Emil. Dismiss me! following enjoy'st not Desdemona, take me from Des. It was his bidding: therefore, good Emilia, this world with treachery, and devise engines for

| Give me my nightly wearing, and adieu : my life.

We must not now displease him. Rod. Well, what is it? is it within reason and Emil. I would you had never seen him! compass?

Des. So would not I: my love doth so approve lago. Sir, there is especial commission come

him, from Venice, to depute Cassio in Othello's place. That even his stubbornness, his cheeks, and Rod. Is that true? Why, then Othello and Des

frowns, demona return again to Venice.

Pr'y thee unpin me,-have grace and favour in Iago. 0, no: he goes into Mauritania, and takes away with him the fair Desdemona, unless his Emil. I have laid those sheets you bade me abode be lingered here by gome accident: wherein

on the bed. none can be so determinate as the removing of Des. All's one :-good father, how foolish Cassio.

are our minds !Rod. How do you mean removing of him? If I do die before thee, pr’y thee shroud me

Iago. Why, by making him incapable of Othel- | In one of these same sheets. lo's place : knocking out his brains.

Emil. Come, come, you talk. Rod. And that you would have me do?

Des. My mother had a maid called Barbara: Iago. Ay; if you dare do yourself a profit and | She was in love; and he she loved proved mad, a right. He sups to-night with a harlot, and And did forsake her. She had a song of “willow:" thither will I go to him :-he knows not yet of An old thing 't was, but it expressed her fortune, his honourable fortune. If you will watch his And she died singing it. That song, to-night, going thence (which I shall fashion to fall out Will not go from my mind: I have much to do between twelve and one), you may take him at But to go hang my head all at one side, your pleasure : I will be near to second your And sing it like poor Barbara. Pr'y thee despatch. attempt, and he shall fall between us. Come, 1 Emil. Shall I go fetch your night-gown? stand not amazed at it, but go along with me: I Des. No, unpin me here.will shew you such a necessity in his death, that | This Lodovico is a proper man. you shall think yourself bound to put it on him. Emil. A very handsome man. It is now high supper-time, and the night grows

Des. And he speaks well. to waste: about it.

Emil. I know a lady in Venice would have Rod. I will hear further reason for this. walked barefoot to Palestine for a touch of his Iago. And you shall, be satisfied. [Exeunt. | nether lip.


DesdEMONA sings.

Emil. By my troth, I think I should ; and unThe poor soul sat sighing by a sycamore tree, do 't when I had done. Marry, I would not do Sing all a green willow;

such a thing for a joint-ring; nor for measures Her hand on her bosom, her head on her knee, of lawn; nor for gowns, petticoats, nor caps, nor Sing willow, willow, willow :

any petty exhibition : but for the whole world, The fresh streams ran by her, and murmured her moans; '

why, who would not make her husband a cuckold Sing willow, &c.

to make him a monarch? I should venture purHer salt tears fell from her, and softened the stones.

gatory for 't. Lay by these.

Des. Beshrew me if I would do such a wrong Sing willow, willow, willow.

for the whole world. Pr'y thee, hie thee: he'll come anon.

Emil. Why, the wrong is but a wrong i'the Sing all a green willow must be my garland. 'world : and, having the world for your labour,

't is a wrong in your own world, and you might Let nobody blame him, his scorn I approve,

quickly make it right. Nay, that's not next.-Hark! who is 't that knocks?

Des. I do not think there is any such woman. Emil. It is the wind.

Emil. Yes, a dozen ; and as many to the vantage DESDEMONA sings.

As would store the world they played for. I called my love, false love; but what said he then? But I do think it is their husbands' faults Sing willow, &c.

If wives do fall. Say that they slack their duties, If I court mo women, you 'll couch with mo men. And pour our treasures into foreign laps; So get thee gone: good night. Mine eyes do itch: Or else break out in peevish jealousies, Doth that bode weeping ?

Throwing restraint upon us; or say they strike us, Emil. "Tis neither here nor there. Or scant our former having in despite : Des. I have heard it said so.--0, these men, Why, we have galls; and though we have some these men!

grace, Dost thou in conscience think, tell me, Emilia,– Yet we have some revenge. Let husbands know That there be women do abuse their husbands Their wives have sense like them : they see and In such gross kind ?

smell, Emil. There be some such, no question. And have their palates both for sweet and sour, Des. Wouldst thou do such a deed for all the As husbands have. What is it that they do, world?

When they change us for others? Is it sport? Emil. Why, would not you?

I think it is: and doth affection breed it? Des. No, by this heavenly light! I think it doth : is 't frailty that thus errs?

Emil. Nor I neither by this heavenly light: It is so too. And have not we affections ; I might do 't as well i' the dark.

Desires for sport; and frailty, as men have ? Des. Wouldst thou do such a deed for all the i Then let them use us well: else, let them know, world?

The ills we do, their ills instruct us so. Emil. The world is a huge thing : 't is a great | Des. Good night, good night. Heaven me such price for a small vice.

usage send, Des. Good troth, I think thou wouldst not. | Not to pick bad from bad; but by bad, mend.


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