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? 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. 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, 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,- I do entreat that we may sup together. [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, censure. What he might be,-if what he might, he is not, Lod. That stroke would prove the worst. Lod. Is it his use? Or did the letters work upon his blood, 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, Lod. I am sorry, that I am deceiv'd in him. [Exeunt. 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? Never, my lord. Oth. Nor send you out o'the way? 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, 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? '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? 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? Oth. Yet could I bear that too; well, very well : 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. No, as I am a Christian: If to preserve this vessel for my lord, 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. |