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Oth. Are you sure of that?

[Afide. Def. My Lord? Oth. This fail you not to do, as you

will [Reads.. Lod. He did not call; he's busy in the paper, Is there division 'twixt my Lord and Callio ?

Def. A most unhappy one ; I would do much
T'atone them, for the love I bear to Cassio,

Oih. Fire and brimstone !
Def. My Lord !
Oth. Are


wise ?
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,
Dej. Why, sweet Othello?
Oth. Devil !

[Striking her, Def. I have noi deserv'd this.

Lod. My Lord, this would not be believ'd in Venice;; Tlough I should swear I saw', 'Tis very much; Make her amends, she weeps.

Oth. Oh devil, devil !
If that the earth could teem with woman's tears,
Each drop the falls, would prove a crocodile.
Ont of my light
Def. I will not stay t'offend you.

[Going Lod. Truly, an obedient Lady. I do beseech your Lordship, call her back,

Otb. Mistress
Def. My Lord,
Oth. What would you with her, sir?'
Lod. Who, 1, my Lord ?

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 obediene: as you fay, obedient;
Very obedient-proceed you in your tears
Concerning this, Sir,-s-oh well-painted passion !.
I am commanded home-

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I'll fend for you anon ---- Sir, I obey the mandates
And will return to Venice.- Hence, avaunt !

[Exit Desdemona.
Caffio fhall have my place. And, sir, to-night
I do intreat that we may fup together.
You are welcoine, Sir, tọ Cyprus-
Goats and monkies !

[Exit. SCENE VII. Manent Lodovico and lago..

Lod. Is this the Noble Moor, whom our full senate
Call all-in all sufficient? " this the nature,
" Which pallion could not shake ? whose folid virtue
6. The shot of accident, nor dart of chance,
« Could-neither raze nor pierce ?

Iago. He is much chang'a.
Lot. Are his wits fafe ? is he not light of brain ?

lago. He's what he is ; I may not breathe my censure..
What might be, if what might he is not,
} would to heaven he were !

Lod. What, frike his wife !

Iago. 'Faith that was not so well; yet would í 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 honelty in me to speak
What I have seen and known. You shall observe him,,
And his own courses wilt denote him so,
That I


speech. Do but go after, And mark, how he continues,

Lod. I'm sorry that I am deceiv'd in him. [Exeuna:

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Changes to an apartment in the palace..

Enter Othello and Æmilia.
Oth. You have seen nothing then ?
Æmil. Nor ever heard, por ever did fufpect.
Oth. Yes, you have seen Caflio and her cogether.

Emil. But then I saw no harm; and then I heard
Each (yllable that breath made up between them.


Oth. What? did they never whisper?
Æmil. Never, my Lord.
Oth Nor send you out o'th' way?
Æmil. 'Never.
Oth. To fetch her fan, her gloves, her: mask, nor no-.

Æmil. Never, my Lord.
Orb. That's strange!

Æmil, 1 durt, my Lord, to wager she is honest,
Lay down my soul 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 serpent's curfe !
For if the be not honest, chaste and true,

's no man happy; the purest of their wives.
Is foul as flinder,

Oih. Bid her come hither, go. [Exit Æmilia.
She says enough ; yet she's a timple bawd,
That cannot fay as much. This is a subtle whore,
A closet lock and key of villanous secrets ;
And yet she'll kneel, and pray.

I've seen her do't..
SCENE IX. Enter Desdemona and Æmilia
Def. My Lord, what is your will ?
Oth. Pray you, chuck, come hither.
Def. What is your pleature ?
Oih. Let me fee your eyes ; look in my

Def. What horrible fancy's this?

Oth. Some of your function, mistress ; [T. Æmil
Leave procreants alone, and shut the door,
Cough, or cry Hem, if any body come.
Your mistery, your mistery ;-Day, dispatch.

[Exit Æmilia...
Def. Upon my knee, what doth your speech import
I understand a fury in your words,
But not your words.

Orb. Why? what art thou !
Def: Your wife, my Lord; your true and loyal wife..
Oth. Come, swear it;, damn thyself; left, being

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Of heav'n, the devils themselves should fear to seize thee.
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Def. Heav'n doth truly know it.

Orh. Heav'n iruly knots, That thou art falle as hell.

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

Oih. Ah, Desdemona! away, away, away.

Def. “ Alas, the heavy day! why do you weep?
“ Am I the motive of thes: 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,
Why, I have lost him too.

Oth. Had it pleas'd Heav'n
" To try me with affliction, had he rain'd
• All kind of fores and shames on my bare head,

Steep'd me in poverty to the very lips, " Given to captivity me and my hopes ; so I should have found in some place of my soul " A drop of patience. But, alas! to make me " A fixed figure for the hand of Scorn “ To point his slow unmoving finger at 6 Yet could I bear that too, well, very well. “ But there, where I have garner'd up my heart, 66 Where either I muit live, or bear no life, " The tóuntain from the which my current runs, • Or elie dries up; to be discarded thence ;

Or keep it as a cistero, for foul toads “ To knot and gender in : turo thy complexion thence, 6. Patience, thou young and role.lip'd cherubin ; “ I here look grim as hell."

Des. I hope my Noble Lord elleems me honest.

Oth. Oh, ay, as summer-flies are in the shambles, That quicken ev’n with blowing.

thou bale weed, why art to lovely fair? 7 hou finell’ft so sweet that the sense akes at thee. Would thou had'ít ne er been born

Def. Alas, what ignorant fin have I committed ?

Oth. Was this fair paper, this most goodly book,
Made to write whore upon? What, what committed ?:
Committed :- - vh, thou public commoner!
I Should make very forges of my cheeks,
7 hat would to cinders burn up modelty,

Did but I speak thy deeds. What, what committed ?
Heav'n stops the nose at it, and the moon winks ;
The bawdy wind, that kisses all it meets,
Is hulh'd within the hollow mine of earth, [strumpet!
And will not hear't. What committed ? --Impudent

Def. By heav'n you do me wrong.
Oth. Are not you a Itrumpet ?

Def. No, as I am a Christian.
If to preserve this veffel for my Lord
From any other foul, unlawful touch,
Be not to be a strumpet, I am nore.

Oth. What, not a whore?
Def. No, as I shall be saved.
Oth. Is'r poflible ?
Def oh, heav'n forgive us !

Oth, I cry you mercy, then.
I took you for that cunning whore of Venica
That married with Othello-

S CE N E X. Enter Æmilia. You, mistress, That have the office opposite to St Peter, And keep the gate of hell; you! you l ay, you ! We have done our course, there's money for your pains; I pray you turn the key, and keep our counsel, [Eait,

Æmil. Alas, what does this gentleman conceive ? How do you, Madam ! how do you, my good Lady ?

Def. 'Faith, half afleep.
Æmil. Good Madain, what's the matter with my

Lord ?
Def. With whom?
Æmil. Why, with my Lord, Madam?
Def. Who is thy Lord?
Æmil. He that is your's, sweet Lady.

Des. I have none; do not talk to me, Æmila.
I cannot weep ; nor answer 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.
Æmil. Here's a change indeed !

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