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Des. My lord !
[Striking her. Des. I have not deserved this. [Venice,
Lod. My lord, this would not be believed in Though I should swear I suw't. 'Tis very much; Make her amends, she weeps. .
Oth. Oh devil, devil! If that the earth could teem with woman's tears, Each drop she falls would prove a crocodile; (70) Out of my sight.
Des. I will not stay t offend you. [Going
Lod. Truly, an obedient lady:
Oth. Ay; you did wish that I would make her turn;
(70) Compare this passage with that in Hamlet to which fig. 75 applies, as it regards the same likeness to a crocodile in the moon.
Very obedient-proceed you in
your tears Concerning this, sir,---oh well-painted passion !-I am commanded home--get you away, I'll send for you anon,-sir, I obey the mandate, And will return to Venice.--Hence, avant !
[E.rit Des. Cassio shall bave my place. And, sir, to-night I do intreat that we may sup together. You are welcome, sir, to CyprusGoats and monkeys.
Iago. He is much changed.
Lod. What, strike his wife! Iago. 'Faith, that was not so well; yet 'would That stroke would prove the worst.
[I knew Lod. Is it his use? Or did the letters work upon his blood, And new create this fault?
lago. Alas, alas ! It is not honesty in me to speak
[him, What I have seen and known. You shall observe 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'm sorry that I am deceived in him.
[Exeunt. SCENE changes to an Apartment in the Palace.
Enter Othello and ÆMILIA.
Oth. You have seen nothing then?
heard Each syllable that breath made up between them.
Oth. What? did they never whisper?
[nothing? Oth. That's strange!
Æmil. 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
this in your
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 Æmilia. 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 ;
she'll kneel, and pray: I've seen her do't.
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, und beggar in his drink. Othello's prototype has, in fact, somewhat the appearance of being clothed in the
of a pauper.