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Let Heaven requite it with the serpent's curse!
Oth. Bid her come hither, go. [Exit Æmilia.
Enter DESDEMONA and ÆMILIA.
Oth. Some of your function, mistress;
[Exit Æmilia. Des. Upon my knee, what doth your speech I understand a fury in your words, [import? But not your words. Oth. Why? what art thou?
[wife: Des. Your wife, my lord; your true and loyal Oth. Come, swear it; damn thyself; lest, being Of Heaven, the devils themselves should fear to seize thee.
(honest. Therefore be double-damned ; swear thou art
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. Ah, Desdemona! away, away, away
Des. Alas, the heavy day! why do you weep?
Oth. Had it pleased Heaven
(71) Steep'd me in poverty, and beggar in his drink. Othello's prototype has, in fact, somewhat the appearance of beiog clothed in the rags of a pauper.
To point his slow and moving finger at -(72)
Des. I hope, my noble lord esteems me honest.
Oth. Oh, ay, as summer flies are in the shambles, That quicken even with blowing. Oh thou weed! Who art so lovely fair, and smellest so sweet, That the sense akes at thee-'Would thou hadst ne'er been born! Des. Alas, what ignorant sin have I committed? Oth. Was this fair paper, this most goodly book,
[mitted Made to write whore upon ? what, what comCommitted ?-ho, thou public commoner! I should make very forges of my cheeks,
(72) Directly opposite to Othello, and just under the remarkable streaks of light on Cassio's person, there is, in light, the likeness of a hand, which may be conceived to have a single finger pointing in either of the two opposite directions.
That would to cinders burn up modesty,
[ted Did I but speak thy deeds. What, what commitHeaven stops the nose at it, and the moon winks ; The bawdy wind, that kisses all it meets, Is hushed within the hollow mine of earth, And will not hear't. What committed ?-impu
Des. No, as I am a christian.
Oth. What, not a whore?
Oth. I cry you mercy, then.
Enter ÆMILIA. You, mistress, That have the office opposite to St. 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.
Æmil. Alas, what does this gentleman conceive? How do you, madam ? how do you, my good lady?
Des. 'Faith, half asleep.
my lord ?
Des. With whom?
Des. I have none; do not talk to me, Æmilia.
Æmil. Here's a change indeed ! [Exit.
Des. 'Tis meet I should be used so, very meet: How have I been behaved, that he might stick The smallest opinion of my least misuse !
Enter Iago and ÆMILIA. Iago. What is your pleasure, madam ? how is't
Iago. What's the matter, lady ?