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Def. Why, sweet Othello?
Oth. Devil !
Def. I have not desery'd this.
Lod. My Lord, this would not be believ'din Venice,
Though I should swear I saw't. 'Tis very much,
Make her amends, she weeps.
Oth. Oh Devil, Devil !
If that the Earth could reem with Woman's Tears,
Each Drop she falls would prove a Crocodile :
Out of my Sighe
Des. I will not stay to offend you.
Lod. Truly obedient Lady:
I do beseech your Lordship call her back.
Des. My Lord.
Oth. What would you with her, Sir?
Lod. Who I, my Lord?
Oth. I ! you did with that I would make ber turn:
Sir, she can turn and turn, and yet go on,
And turn again. And the can weep, Sir, weep.
And she's Obedient: As you say Obedient.
Very Obedient proceed you in your Tears
Concerning this, Sira- oh well painted Passion !----
I am commanded Home-
-get you away!
I'll send for you anon----Sir, I obey the Mandate.
And will return to Venice --Hence, avant !-.-. [Exit Def.
Caffio 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!
Lod. Is this the Noble Moor, whom our full Senate
Call all in all sufficient? Is this the Nature
Whom Pallion could not shake? Whose folid Virtue
The Shot of Accident, nor Dart of Chance
Could neither graze, nor pierce?
Fago. He is much chang'd.
Lod. Are his Wits fafe? Is he not of light Braio
Fago. He's that he is; I may not breath my Cenfure.
What he might be, if what he might, he is not,
I would to Heav'n he were.
Lod. What, strike his Wife!
Jago.'Faith that was not so well; yet would I knew
That Itroke would prove the worst,
Lod. Is it his use?
Or did the Letters work upon his Blood,
And new create his Fault?
Jago. 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 saye my Speech ; do but go after,
And mark how he continues.
Lod. I am sorry that I am deceivid in him. [Exeuns.
SCENE II. An Apartment.
Enter Othello and Æmilia.
Qth. You have seen nothing then?
Æmil. Nor ever heard, nor ever did suspect.
Oth. Yes, you have seen Cassio and the together,
Æmil, Bur then I saw no harm; and then I heard
Each Syllable that breath made up between them.
Oth.'What? Did they never whisper?
Æmil. Never, my Lord.
Oth. Nor send you out o’th' way?
Oth. To fetch her Fan, her Gloves, her Mask, nor nothing?
Æmil. Never, my Lord,
Oth. That's strange!
Æmil. I durft, my Lord, to wager she is honest,
Lay down my Soul at Stake ; if you
chink other, Remove your thought, it doth abuse your Bosom, If any wretch hath
put this in your Head,
Let Heav'n requite it with the Serpent's Curse,
For if she be not honest, chaft and true,
There's no Man happy, the purest of their Wives,
Is foul as Slander.
Oth. Bid her come bicher, go; [Exit Æmilia.
She says enough ; yet she's a simple Bawd
That cannot say as much. This is a subtle Whore,
A Clofset-lock and Key of villanous Secrets ;
And yet she'll kneel, and pray; I have seen her do't.
Enter Derdemona and Æmilia.
Def. My Lord, what is your Will?
Oth. Pray you, Chuck, come hither.
Des. What is your Pleasure ?
Oth. Let me see your Eyes ; look in my Face.
Def. What horrible Fancy's this?
Oth. Some of your Fundion, Mistress, ,
Leave Procreants alone, and shut the Door,
Cough, or cry hem, if any body come,
Your Mystery, your Mystery; nay dispatch. (Exit Æmil.
Des. Upon my Knee, what doth your Speech import? I understand a Fury in your
Words. Oth. Why? What art thou? Des. Your Wife, my Lord ; your true and loyal Wife.
Orh. Come swear it; damn thy self, being like one Of Heav'n, the Devils themselves should fear to seize thee. Therefore be double damn'd; swear thou art honeft.
Def. Heav'n doth truly know it.
Orh. Heav'n truly knows, That thou art falle as Hell.
Def. To whom, my Lord ? With whom? How am I false?
Oth. Ah, Defdenzon, away, away, away
Def. Alas the heavy day! Why do you weep?
Am I the Motive of these Tears, my Lord ?
If happily you my Father do fuspect,
An Instrument of this your calling back,
Lay not your Blame on me; if you have lost him,
Why I have lost him too.
Oth. Had it pleas'd Heav'n,
To try me with Affli&ion, had he rain'd
All kind of Sores, and shames on my bare Head,
Steep'd me in Poverty to the very Lips,
Given to Captivity me and my utmost hopes ;
I should have found in some place of
A drop of Patience. But alas, to make me
A fixed Figure for the hand of Scorn
To point his slow and moving Finger at -
Yet could I bear that too, well, very well :
But there where I have garner'd up my Heart,
Where either I must live, or bear no Life,
The Fountain from the which my Current runs,
Or else dries up, to be discarded thence;
Or keep it as a Cistern, for foul Toads
To knot and gender in. Turn thy Complexion there,
Patience, thou young and rose-lipp'd Cherubin,
I here look Grim as Hell.
Def. I hope my noble Lord efteems me Honest.
Oth. O ay, as Summer-Flies are in the Shambles,
That quicken even with blowing. Oh thou Weed!
Who art so lovely, fair, and smell’it so sweet,
That the Sense asks at thee;
Would thou'dit never been born!
Def. Alas, what ignorant Sin have I committed ?
Oih. Was this fair Paper, this most goodly Book,
Made to write Whore upon? What committed,
Committed? Oh, thou publick Commoner,
I should make very Forges of my Cheeks,
That would to Cynders burn up Modesty,
Did but I speak thy Deeds. What, committed?
Heav'n stops the Nole at it, and the Moon winks;
The bawdy Wind, that kisses all it meets,
Is hush'd within the hollow Mine of Earth
And will not hear't. What, committed?-
Def. By Heav'n, you do me wrong.
Oth. Are not you a Strumpet?
Def. No, as I am a Christian.
If to preserve this Vefsel for my Lord,
From any o! her foul unlawful touch,
Be, not to be a Strumpet, I am none.
Oth. What, not a Whore
Def. No, as I shall be fav'd.
Oth. Is'c poffible?
Def. Oh Heav'o forgive us.
Oih. I cry you Mercy, then.
I took you for that cunning Whore of Venice,
That married with Othello. You, Mistress,
That have the Office opposite to Saint Peter,
And keep the Gate of Hell. You, you! Ay you!
We have done our course, there's Mony for your Pains;
I pray you, turn the Key, and keep our Counsel. [Exit.
Æmil. Alas, what does this Gentleman conceive? How do you, Madam ? How do you, my good Lady?
Des. Faith, half asleep.
Æmil. Good Madam, what's the matter with my Lord?
Des. With whom?
Æmil. Why, with my Lord, Madam ?
Def. Who is thy Lord ?
#mil. He that is yours, sweet Lady.
Des. I have none, do pot talk to me, Æmilia,
I cannot weep ; nor answers have I none,
But what hould go by Water. Prethee to night,
Lay on my Bed my wedding Sheets, remember,
And call thy Husband hither.
Æmil. Here's a change indeed.
Def. 'Tis meet I should be us'd lo, very meet
How have I been behav'd, that he might stick
The smallest Opinion on my least misuse ?
Enter Jago, and Æmilia.
Fago. What is your Pleasure, Madam ?
How is't with you?
Def. I cannot tell; those that do teach your Babes,
Do it with gentle Means, and easie Tasks ;
He might have chid me so; For in good Faith,
I am a Child to chiding.
Fago. What's the Matter, Lady ?
Æmil. Alas, Jago, my Lord hath so bewhor'd her,
Thrown such despight, and heavy Terms upon her,
That true Hearts cannot bear it.
Def. Am I that Name, Jago?
Jago. What Name, fair Lady ?
Des. Such as she said my Lord did say I was.
Åmil. He call'd her Whore; a Beggar, in his drink,
Could not have laid such Terms upon his Callet.
Fago. Why did he fo?
Def. I do not know; I am sure I am none such.
Jago. Do not weep, do not weep; alas the Day !
Æmil. Hath she forsook so many noble Matches?
Her Father? And her Country? And her Friends ?
To be calld Whore? Would it not make one weep?
Des. It is my wretched Fortune,