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Oth. Are you fure of that?
Def. My Lord?

[Afide.

[Reads..

Oth. This fail you not to do, as you will-
Lod. He did not call; he's bufy in the paper.
Is there divifion 'twixt my Lord and Caffio ?
Def. A most unhappy one; I would do much.
T'atone them, for the love I bear to Caffio,
Oth. Fire and brimstone!
Def. My Lord!

Oth. Are you wife?

Def. What, is he angry?

Lod. 'May be the letter mov'd him,

For, as I think, they do command him home,
Deputing Caffio in his government.

Def. Trust me, I'm glad on't.

Oth. Indeed!

Def. My Lord!

Oth. I am glad to see you mad.
Def. Why, fweet Othello?

Oth. Devil!

[Afide

[Striking her..

Def. I have not deferv'd this.

Lod. My Lord, this would not be believ'd in Venice,

Though I should fwear I faw't. 'Tis very much;

Make her amends, fhe weeps.

Oth. Oh devil, devil!

If that the earth could teem with woman's tears,

Each drop the falls, would prove a crocodile.

Out of my fight

"Def. I will not stay t'offend you..

Lod. Truly, an obedient Lady.

I do beseech your Lordship, call her back,

Oth. Miftrefs

Def. My Lord,

Oth. What would you with her, Sir?

Lod. Who, I, my Lord?

[Going

Oth. Ay; you did with, that I would make her 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 fay, obedient; Very obedient-proceed you in your tearsConcerning this, Sir,oh well-painted paffion !. I am commanded home—get you away,,

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Sir, I obey the mandate,

Hence, avaunt!

[Exit Desdemona.

Caffio fhall have my place. And, Sir, to-night

1 do intreat that we may fup together. You are welcome, Sir, to Cyprus

Goats and monkies!

SCENE

[Exit.

VII. Manent Lodovico and Iago..

Lod. Is this the Noble Moor, whom our full fenate Call all-in all fufficient? "this the nature,

"Which paffion could not fhake? whofe folid virtue The fhot of accident, nor dart of chance,

"Could neither raze nor pierce?

Iago. He is much chang'd.

Lod. Are his wits fafe? is he not light of brain? Iago. He's what he is; I may not breathe my cenfure. What he might be, if what he might he is not,

1 would to heaven he were !

Lod. What, flrike his wife!

Iago. 'Faith that was not fo well; yet would I knew, That ftroke would prove the worst.

Lod. Is it his use?

Or did the letters work upon his blood,

And new create this fault?

Iago. Alas, alas!

It is not honefty in me to speak

What I have feen and known. You fhall obferve him,,

And his own courfes will denote him fo,

That I may fave my fpeech. Do but go after,

And mark how he continues.

Lod. I'm forry that I am deceiv'd in him. [Exeunt.:

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Changes to an apartment in the palace..

Enter Othello and Emilia.

Oth. You have seen nothing then?

Emil. Nor ever heard, nor ever did fufpect.
Oth. Yes, you have feen Caffio and her together.
Emil. But then 1 faw no harm; and then I heard
Each fyllable that breath made up between them.

Oth. What? did they never whisper?

Emil. Never, my Lord.

Oth Nor fend you out o' th' way?

Emil. 'Never.

Oth. To fetch her fan, her gloves, her mask, nor nothing?

Emil, Never, my Lord.

Oth. That's ftrange!

Emil. I durft, my Lord, to wager fhe is honest,
Lay down my foul at stake: if you think other,
Remove your thought, it doth abuse your bofom.
If any wretch hath put this in your head,
Let heav'n requite it with the ferpent's curfe!
For if the be not honeft, chafte and true,

There's no man happy; the pureft of their wives
Is foul as flander.

Oth. Bid her come hither, go.

[Exit Emilia

She fays enough; yet fhe's a fimple bawd,

That cannot fay as much. This is a fubtle whore,
A closet lock and key of villanous fecrets;

And yet fhe'll kneel, and pray.

I've feen her do't..

SCENE IX. Enter Desdemona and Emilia..

Def. My Lord, what is your will?

Oth. Pray you, chuck, come hither.

Def. What is your pleasure?

Oth. Let me fee your eyes; look in my face.

Def. What horrible fancy's this?
Oth. Some of your function, mistress;

Leave procreants alone, and fhut the door,
Cough, or cry Hem, if any body come.

[To Emil

Your mistery, your mistery;-nay, difpatch.

(Exit Emilia Def. Upon my knee, what doth your speech import I understand a fury in your words,

But not your words..

Otb. Why? what art thou!

Def. Your wife, my Lord; your true and loyal wife.. Oth. Come, fwear it; damn thyfelf; left, being

like one

Of heav'n, the devils themselves fhould fear to feize thee. Therefore be double-damn'd; iwear thou art honeft,

Def. Heav'n doth truly know it.

Oth. Heav'n truly knows,

That thou art falle as hell.

Def. To whom, my Lord? With whom? how am I falfe?

Oth. Ah, Defdemona! away, away, awayDef. "Alas, the heavy day! why do you weep? "Am I the motive of these tears, my Lord ? "If haply you my father do fufpect

"An inftrument of this your calling back,

"Lay not your blame on me; if you have loft him, Why, I have loft him too.

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Oth. Had it pleas'd Heav'n

"To try me with affliction, had he rain'd
"All kind of fores and fhames on my bare head,

Steep'd me in poverty to the very lips,
"Given to captivity me and my hopes;
"I fhould have found in fome place of my foul
"A drop of patience. But, alas! to make me
"A fixed figure for the hand of Scorn

To point his flow unmoving finger at "Yet could I bear that too, well, very well. "But there, where I have garner'd up my heart, "Where either I mult 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 ciltern, for foul toads

"To knot and gender in turn thy complexion thence, Patience, thou young and rofe-lip'd cherubin;

"I here look grim as hell."

Def. I hope my Noble Lord efteems me honest. Oth. Oh, ay, as fummer-flies are in the fhambles, That quicken ev'n with blowing.

O thou bale weed, why art fo lovely fair?

Thou fmell'ft to fweet that the fenfe akes at thee.
Would thou had'ft ne er been born i

Def. Alas, what ignorant fin have I committed?
Oth. Was this fair paper, this moft goodly book,
Made to write whore upon? What, what committed?
Committed?-oh, thou public commoner!
1 should make very forges of my cheeks,
That would to cinders burn up modesty,,

Did but I fpeak thy deeds. What, what committed?
Heav'n ftops the nofe at it, and the moon winks;
The bawdy wind, that kiffes all it meets,

Is hufh'd within the hollow mine of earth, [ftrumpet!
And will not hear't. What committed?-Impudent
Def. By heav'n you do me wrong.
Oth. Are not you a trumpet?
Def. No, as I am a Christian.
If to preferve this veffel for my Lord
From any other foul, unlawful touch,
Be not to be a ftrumpet, I am none.
Oth. What, not a whore?
Def. No, as 1 fhall be faved.
Oth. Is't poffible?

Def Oh, heav'n forgive us !

Oth. I cry you mercy, then.

I took you for that cunning whore of Venice
That married with Othello-

SCENE X. Enter Emilia.

You, miftrefs,

That have the office oppofite to St Peter,

And keep the gate of hell; you! you! ay, you!
We have done our courfe, there's money for your pains;
I pray you turn the key, and keep our counfel, [Exit.
Emil. Alas, what does this gentleman conceive?
How do you, Madam! how do you, my good Lady ?
Def. 'Faith, half afleep.

Emil. Good Madam, what's the matter with my
Lord?

Def. With whom?

Emil. Why, with my Lord, Madam?

Def. Who is thy Lord?

Emil. He that is your's, fweet Lady.

Def. I have none; do not talk to me, Æmilia.

I cannot weep; nor anfwer have I none,

But what should go by water. Pray, to-night
Lay on my bed my wedding-sheets, remember;
And call thy husband hither.

Emil. Here's a change indeed!

[Exit.

Def. 'Tis meet 1 fhould be used fo, very mect.

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