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Let Heaven requite it with the serpent's curse!
Enter DESDEMONA and ÆMILIA.
my face. Des. What horrible fancy's this?
Oth. Some of your function, mistress; Leave procreants alone and shut the door, Cough, or cry, hem, if any body come. Your mystery, your mystery :---nay, dispatch.
[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
- like one
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
? Am I the motive of these tears, my Lord ? If haply, you my father do suspect An instrument of this
your calling back, Lay not your blame on me; if you have lost him, Why, I have lost him too.
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 being 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 ?
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, pray you turn the key, and keep our counsel.
Æmil. Alas, what does this gentleman conceive? How do
madam? how do you, my good lady? Des. 'Faith, half asleep. Æmil. Good madam, what's the matter with
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's the matter, lady?