Oth. Are you fure of that?

Def. My Lord ?

Afide.

Oth. This fail you not to do, as you will

[Reads.

Lod. He did not call; he's bufy in the paper.
Is there divifion 'twixt my Lord and Caffio?
Def. A molt unhappy one; I would do much
T'atone them, for the love I bear to Caffio.
Oth. Fire and brimitone !

Def. My Lord!

Oth. Are you wife?

Def. What, is he angry?

Lod. 'May be the letter mov'd him,

For, as I think, they do command him home,
Deputing Caffio in his government. ·

Def. Truit me, I'm glad on't.

Oth. Indeed!

Def. My Lord!

Oth. I am glad to see you mad.

Def Why, fweet Othello?

Oth. Devil!

[Afide.

[Striking her.

Def. I have not deferv'd this.

Lod. My Lord, this would not be believ'd in Venice,

Though I fhould fwear I faw't. 'Tis very much;

Make her amends, the weeps.

Oth. Oh devil, devil!

If that the earth could teem with woman's tears,
Each drop the falls, would prove a crocodile.

Out of my fight —

Def. I will not ftay t'offend you.

Lod. Truly, an obedient Lady.

I do beseech your Lordship, call her back.

Oth. Mistress

Def. My Lord.

Oth. What would you with her, Sir?

Lod. Who, I, my Lord?

[Going.

Oth. Ay; you did wish, that I would make her turn: Sir, fhe can turn and turn, and yet go on; And turn again. And fhe can weep, Sir, weep; And fhe's obedient: as you fay, obedient; Very obedient- -proceed you in your tears. Concerning this, Sir,-oh well-painted paffion! I am commanded home- get you away,

I'll fend for you anon
And will return to Venice.

Sir, I obey the mandate,
-Hence, avaunt!.

[Exit Defdemona.

Caffio fhall have my place. And, Sir, to-night
I do intreat that we may fup together.
You are welcome, Sir, to Cyprus -

Goats and monkies!

[Exit.

SCENE VII. Manent Lodovico and Iago.

Lod. Is this the Noble Moor, whom our full fenate Call all-in-all fufficient?" this the nature,

"Which paffion could not shake? whofe folid virtue "The fhot of accident, nor dart of chance, "Could neither raze nor pierce ?

Iago. He is much change'd.

Lod. Are his wits fafe; is he not light of brain? Iago. He's what he is; I may not breathe my cenWhat he might be, if what he might he is not, [fure, I would to heaven he were!

Lod. What, ftrike his wife!

Iago. 'Faith that was not fo well; yet would I knew, That stroke would prove the worst.

Lod. Is it his ufe?

Or did the letters work upon his blood,

And new-create this fault?

lago Alas, alas!

It is not honesty in me to speak

What I have feen and known. You fhall obferve him,
And his own courfes will denote him fo,

That I may fave my speech. Do but go
And mark how he continues.

after,

Lod. I'm forry that I am deceiv'd in him. [Exeunt.

Changes to an apartment in the palace.

Enter Othello and Emilia.

Oth. You have feen nothing then?

Emil Nor ever heard, nor ever did fufpect. Oth Yes, you have seen Caffic and her together. Emil, But then I faw no harm; and then i heard Each fyllable that breath made up between them.

Oth.

Oth. What? did they never whisper?

Emil Never, my Lord.

Oth Nor fend you out o' th' way?

Emil. Never,

Oth. To fetch her fan, her gloves, her mask, nor nothing?

Emil. Never, my Lord.

Oth. That's ftrange!

Emil I durit, my Lord, to wager she is honeft,
Lay down my soul at stake: if you think other,
Remove your thought, it doth abuse your bofom.
If any wretch hath put this in your head,
Let heav'n requite it with the ferpent's curfe!
For if the be not honeft, chafte and true,

There's no man happy; the pureft of their wives
Is foul as flander.

Oth. Bid her come hither, go.

[Exit Emilia. She fays enough; yet fhe's a fimple bawd,

That cannot lay as much. This is a subtle whore,
A closet lock and key of villanous fecrets;

And yet fhe'll kneel, and pray. I've feen her do't.

SCENE IX. Enter Defdemona and Emilia.

Def. My Lord, what is your will?
Oth. Pray you, chuck, come hither.
Def. What is your pleasure?

Oth. Let me fee your eyes; look in my face.
Def. What horrible fancy's this?
Oth. Some of your function, mistress;

[To Emil.

Leave procreants alone, and fhut the door,
Cough, or cry Hem, if any body come.
Your mistery, your mistery;-nay, dispatch,

[Exit Emilia.

Def. Upon my knee, what doth your speech import? I understand a fury in your words,

But not your words.

Oth. Why? what art thou?

Def. Your wife, my Lord; your true and loyal wife. Oth. Come, fwear it; damn thyfelf; left, being

like one

Of heav'n, the devils themfelves fhould fear to feize thee. Therefore be double-damn'd; fwear thou art honeft.

Def.

Def. Heav'n doth truly know it.
Oth. Heav'n truly knows,
That thou art falfe as hell.

Def. To whom, my Lord?
With whom? how am I falfe?

Oth Ah, Defdemona! away, away, awayDef." Alas, the heavy day! why do you weep? Am I the motive of thefe tears, my Lord? "If haply you my father do fufpect

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have loft him,

"An inftrument of this your calling back,
Lay not your blame on me; if you
Why, I have loft him too

Oth "Had it pleas'd Heav'n

"To try me with affliction, had he rain'd
"All kind of fores and thames on my bare head,
Steep'd me in poverty to the very lips,

"Given to captivity me and my hopes;
"I should have found in fome place of my
"A drop of patience

foul

But, alas to make me

"A fixed figure for the hand of Scorn

"To point his flow unmoving finger at-
"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 elfe dries up to be difcarded thence;
"Or keep it as a ciftern, for foul toads

"To knot and gender in: turn thy complexion thence,
"Patience, thou young and rofe-lip'd cherubim ;
"I here look grim as hell."

Def. I hope my Noble Lord efteems me honeft. Oth. Oh, ay, as fummer-flies are in the fhambles That quicken even with blowing.

O thou bale weed, why art fo lovely fair?

Thou fmell' fo fweet that the fenfe akes at thee.
Would thou hadft ne'er been born!

Def. Alas, what ignorant fin have I committed? Oth. Was this fair paper, this moft goodly book, Made to write whore upon? What, what coinmitted? Committed-oh, thou public commoner!

I should make very forges of my cheeks,
That would to cinders burn up modesty,

Did but I fpeak thy deeds. What, what committed?
Heav'n ftops the nofe at it, and the moon winks;
The bawdy wind, that kiffes all it meets,

Is hufh'd within the hollow mine of earth, [ftrumpet!
And will not hear't. What committed?-Impudent
Def. By heav'n you do me wrong.
Oth Are not you a ftrumpet?
Def. No, as I am a Christian.
If to preferve this veffel for my Lord
From any other foul. unlawful touch,
Be not to be a ftrumpet, I am none.
Oth. What, not a whore ?

Def. No, as I fhall be faved.
Oth. Is't poffible?

Def. Oh, heav'n forgive us!

Oth. I cry you mercy, then.

I took you for that cunning whore of Venice
That married with Othello-

SCENE X. Enter Emilia.

You, mistress,

That have the office oppofite to St. Peter,

And keep the gate of hell; you! you! ay, you!
We have done our courfe, there's money for your pains;
I pray you turn the key, and keep our counfel. [Exit.
Emil. Alas, what does this gentleman conceive?
How do you, Madam! how do you my good Lady?
Def. 'Faith, half afleep.

Emil. Good Madam, what's the matter with my
Lord?

Def. With whom?

Emil. Why, with my Lord, Madam?

Def Who is thy Lord?

Emil. He that is your's, fweet Lady.

Def. I have none; do not talk to me, Æmilia.

I cannot weep; nor anfwer have I none,

But what fhould go by water. Pray, to-night
Lay on my bed my wedding-fheets, remember;
And call thy husband hither.

Emil. Here's a change indeed!

Def. 'Tis meet I thould be used fo, very meet.

[Exit.

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