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To point his slow and moving finger at--(72)
Yet could I bear that too, well, very well.
But there, where I have garnered 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 [there,
To knot and gender in; turn thy complexion
Patience, thou young and rose-plied cherubin ;
Aye, there, look grim as hell.

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.

[ted ?

That would to cinders burn up modesty,
Did I but speak thy deeds. What, what commit-
Heaven 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-

dent 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. No, as I shall be saved.
Oth. Is't. possible ?
Des. Oh, Heav'n forgive us !

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

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.
Æmil. Good madam, what's the matter with

my lord ?

Des. With whom?
Æmil. Why, with my lord, madam ?
Des. Who is thy lord ?
Æmil. He that is yours, sweet lady.

Des. I have none; do not talk to me, Æmilia.
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 ! [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 EMILIA. Iago. What is your pleasure, madam ? how is't

with you? Des. I cannot tell; those, that do teach

Do it with gentle means, and easy tasks ; [babes,
He might have chid me so; for, in good faith,
I am a child to chiding.

Iago. What's the matter, lady?
Æmil. Alas, Iago, my lord hath so bewhored her,
Thrown such despight and heavy terms upon her,
That true hearts cannot bear it.

Des. Am I that name, lago?
Iago. What name, fair lady?
Des. Such as she said, my lord did say I was.

Æmil. He called her whore; a beggar in his drink Could not have laid such terms upon his callet.

Iago. Why did he so ?
Des. I do not know ; I'm sure I am none such.
Iago. Do not weep, do not weep; alas, the day !

Æmil. Hath she forsook so many noble matches,
Her father, and her country, and her friends?
To be called whore? would it not make one weep?

Des. It is my wretched fortune. [upon him ! Iago. Beshrew him for't ! how comes this trick Des. Nay, Heaven doth know.

Æmil. I will be hanged, if some eternal villain, Some busy and insinuating rogue, Some cogging, cozening slave, to get some office, Has not devised this slander: I'll be hanged else.

Iago. Fie, there is no such man; it is impossible. Des. If any such there be, Heaven pardon him ! Æmil. A halter pardon him, and hell gnaw

his bones! Why should he call her whore? who keeps her company?

[hood ? What place? what time? what form ? what likeliThe Moor's abused by some most villainous knave,

Some base notorious knave, some scurvy fellow.
Oh Heaven, that such companions thou'dst unfold,
And put in every honest hand a whip,
To lash the rascal naked through the world,
Even from the east to th' west !
Iago. Speak within door.

Æmil. Oh fie upon them! Some such squire he
That turned your wit the seamy side without ;
And made you to suspect me with the Moor.

Iago. You are a fool; go to.

Des. Alas, Iago, What shall I do to win my lord again? Good friend, go to him; by this light of Heav'n, I know not how I lost him. Here I kneel;

[Kneeling. If e'er my will did trespass 'gainst his love, Or in discourse, or thought, or actual deed; Or that mine eyes, mine ears, or any sense, Delighted them on any other form; Or that I do not yet, and ever did, And ever will, though he do shake me off To beggarly divorcement, love him dearly, Comfort forswear me! Unkindness may do much; And his unkindness may defeat my life, But never taint my love. I can't say, whore ; It does abhor me, now I speak the word : To do the act, that might th' addition earn, Not the world's mass of vanity could make me.

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