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Iago. And, for Cassio --- let me be his undertaker: You shall hear more by midnight.
[A Trumpet within. Oth. Excellent good.-What trumpet is that
same ? Iago. Something from Venice, sure. 'Tis Lo
dovico, Come from the duke: and, see, your wife is with him.
Enter Lodovico, DESDEMONA, and Attendants.
With all my heart, sir.
[Gives him a Packet. Oth. I ķiss the instrument of their pleasures.
[Opens the Packet, and reads. Des. And what's the news, good cousin Lodo
Lod. I thank you: how does lieutenant Cassio ?
Oth. Are you sure of that?
[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
Oth. Fire and brimstone!
atone them,] Make them one ; reconcile them.
? Des. What, is he angry
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.
My lordi Oth. I am glad to see you mad. . Des.
How, sweet Othello? Oth. Devil!
[Striking her. Des.
I have not desery'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.
(Going. Lod. Truly, an obedient lady :I do beseech your lordship, call her back.
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,
3 If that the earth could teem, &c.] Shakspeare here alludes to the fabulous accounts of crocodiles. Each tear, says Othello, which falls from the false Desdemona, would generate a crocodile, the most deceitful of all animals, and whose own tears are proverbially fallacious.
* Each drop she falls-) To fall is here a verb active.
And turn again ; and she can weep, sir, weep;
[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 monkies!
[Erit. Lod. Is this the noble Moor whom our full senate Call-all-in-all sufficient ?- This the noble nature Whom passion could not shake? whose solid virtue The shot of accident, nor dart of chance, Could neither graze, nor pierce ? Iago.
He is much chang’d.
What, strike his wife!
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.
A Room in the Castle.
Enter OTHELLO and EMILIA.
Oth. You have seen nothing then ?
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,
Never. Oth. To fetch her fan, her gloves, her 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
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 villainous 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. Des. What is your pleasure ? Oth.
Let me see your eyes ; Look in my face. Des.
What horrible fancy's this? Oth. Some of your function, mistress ;
[To Emilia. 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
Oth. Why, what art thou ?
Your wife, my lord; your true
Come, swear it, damn thyself; Lest, being like one of heaven, the devils themselves 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
Des. Alas, the heavy day!-Why do you weep?
Had it pleas'd heaven To try me with affliction ; had he rain'd