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Iago. Lives, sir.

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?

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 thy lord and Cassio? Des. A most unhappy one; I would do much To atone them, for the love I bear to Cassio. Oth. Fire and brimstone!

Des.

Oth.

My lord?

Des. What, is he angry?
Lod.

Are you wise?

May be, the letter mov'd him; For, as I think, they do command him home, Deputing Cassio in his government.

Des. By my troth, I am glad on't.

Oth.
Des.

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Indeed.

My lord?

How, sweet Othello? [Striking her.

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 teem with woman's tears, Each drop she falls would prove a crocodile ;Out of my sight! Des.

I will not stay to offend you.

Lod. Truly, an obedient lady :

[Going.

I do beseech your lordship, call her back.

Oth. Mistress,

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What would you with her, sir?

Lod. Who, I, my lord?

Oth. Ay; you did wish, that I would make

her turn;

Sir, she can turn, and turn, and yet go on,

And turn again; and she can weep, sir, weep;

And she's obedient, as you say,-obedient,-
Very obedient:-Proceed you in your tears.-
Concerning this, sir,-O 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, avaunt!
[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
monkeys!

[Exit. Lod. Is this the noble Moor whom our full

senate

Call-all-in-all sufficient?-This the noble na

tyre

Whom passion could not shake? whose solid

virtue

The shot of accident, nor dart of chance,
Could neither graze, nor pierce?
lago.
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

censure.

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.

Is 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.

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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. Oth. Yes, you have seen Cassio and she together.

Emil. But then I saw no harm: and then I heard

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, he mask, nor nothing?

Emil. Never, my lord.

Oth.

That's strange.

Emil. I durst, my lord, to wager she is honest, Lay down my soul at stake: if you think other, Remove your thought; it doth abuse your

bosom.

If any wretch hath put this in your head,
Let heaven requite it with the serpent's curse!
For, if she be not honest, chaste, and true,
There's no man happy; the purest of their wives
Is foul as slander.

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,

A closet-lock-and-key of villanous secrets : And yet she'll kneel, and pray: I have seen her do't.

Re-enter EMILIA, with DESDEMONA.

Des. My lord, what is your will?

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'Pray, chuck, come hither.

Let me see your eyes;

What horrible fancy's this?

[To EMILIA.

Oth. Some of your function, mistress;

Leave procreants alone, and shut the door; Cough, or cry-hem, if any body come: 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,

Des.

what art thon?

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Your wife, my lord; your true

Come, swear it, damn thyself:

Lest, being like one of heaven, the devils them

selves

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,
Why, I have lost him too.

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;
Steep'd me in poverty to the very lips;
Given to captivity me and my utmost hopes;
I should have found in some part of
my soul
A drop of patience; but (alas!) to make me
A fixed figure, for the time of scorn
To point his slow unmoving finger at,-
O! O!

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

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To knot and gender in!-turn thy complexion

there!

Patience, thou young and rose-lipp'd cherubim ; Ay, there, look grim as hell!

Des. I hope, my noble lord esteems me ho

nest.

Oth. O, ay; as summer flies are in the shambles,

That quicken even with blowing. O thou weed, Who art so lovely fair, and smell'st so sweet, That the sense aches at thee.-'Would, thou had'st ne'er been born!

Des. Alas, what ignorant sin have I committed? [book, Oth. Was this fair paper, this most goodly Made to write whore upon? What committed! Committed!-0 thou public commoner! I should make very forges of my cheeks, That would to cinders burn up modesty, Did I but speak thy deeds.-What committed? Heaven stops the nose at it, and the moon winks; The bawdy wind, that kisses all it meets, 1s bush'd within the hollow mine of earth, And will not hear it: What committed!Impudent strumpet!

Des.

By heaven, you do me wrong.
Oth. Are not you a strumpet?
Des.

No, as I am a Christian:

If to preserve this vessel for my lord,
From any other foul unlawful touch,
Be-not to be a strumpet, I am none.
Oth. What, not a whore?
Des.

Oth. Is it possible?

No, as I shall be saved.

Des. O, heaven forgive us! Oth I cry you mercy, then; I took you for that cunning whore of Venice, That married with Othello.-You, mistress,

Re-enter EMILIA.

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 money for your pains;

I pray you, turn the key, and keep our counsel.

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