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Def. Heav'n doth truly know it.

Oin. Heav'n truly knows, That thou art falfc as hell.

D:l. To whom, my Lord? With whom? how am I false?

Oth Ah, Desdemona! away, away, away

Def.“ Alas, the heavy day! why do you weep? " Ain I the motive of these tears, my Lord ? If haply you my father do suspect “ An inftruinent of this your calling back,

Lay not your blame on me; if you have lost hiin, Why, I have lott him too

Oth'" Had it pleas'd Heav'n " To try me with affiction, had he rain'd " All kind of fores and shames 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 some place of


soul " A drop of patience 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, we!l, very well. “ But there, where I have garner'd up my heart, " Where either I inuít 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 “ To knot and gender in: turn thy complexion thence, “ Patience, thou young and rose-lip'd cherubim ; “ I here look grim as hell.”

Def. I hope my Noble Lord esteems me honest,

Oth. Oh, ay, as fummer-flies are in the shambles
That quicken even with blowing.
O thou bale weed, why art fo lovely fair ?
Thou sınell's so sweer that the fenie akes at thee.
Would thou hadít ne'er been born!

Def. Alas, what ignorant fin have I committed ?
Oth. Was this fuir paper, this most goodly book,
Made to write whore upon? What, what coininitted?
Committed :-oh, thou public commoner !
I should make very forges of my cheeks,
That would to cinders burn up modesty,

Did but I speak thy deeds. What, what committed?
Heav'n stops the nose at it, and the moon winks ;
The bawdy wind, that kisses all it meets,
Is hush'd within the hollow mine of earth, [strumpet!
And will not hear't. What committed ?- Impudent

Def. By heav'n you do me wrong.
Oth Are not you a strumpet ?
Def. No, as I am a Christian.
If to preserve this vessel for my Lord


other foul. unlawful touch,
Be not to be a strumpet, I am none.

Oth. What, not a whore ?
Def. No, as I shall be saved.
Oih. Is't poflible ?
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 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

's money


your pains; I pray you turn the key, and keep our counfel. [Exit.

Æmil. Alas, what does this gentleman conceive?
How do you, Madam! how do you my good Lady?

Def. 'Faith, half asleep.
Æmil. Good Madam, what's the matter with my

Lord ?
Def. With whom ?
Æmil. Why, with my Lord, Madam?
Des Who is thy Lord ?
Emil. He that is your's, sweet Lady.

Des. I have none; do not talk to me, Æmilia.
I cannot weep; nor answer have I none,
But what fhould go by water. Pray, to-night
Lay on my bed my wedding-sheets, remember ;
And call thy husband hither.
Emil. Here's a change indeed !

[Exit. Def. 'Tis meet I thould be used so, very meet.



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How have I been behav'd, that he might stick
The small'it opinion of my lealt misule?

SCENE XI. Enter Iago and Æmilia. Iago. What is your pleasure, Madam? how is't with

Def. I cannot tell; those that do teach your babes, Do it with gentle means, and easy tasks ; He might have chid me fo : for, in good faith, I am a child to chiding

logo. What's the matter, Lady?
Æmil. Alas, lago, my Lord hath so bewhor'd her,
Thrown such despight and heavy terms upon her,
That true hearts cannot bear it.

Def. Am I that name, lago?
lago. What name, tair Lady?
Def. Such as she said my Lord did say I was.

Æmil. He call'd her whore; a beggar in his drink,
Could not have laid fuch terins upon his callet.

Iago. Why did lie fo ? Dof. I do not know; I'm sure I am none fuch. lags. Do not weep, do not weep; alas, the day!

Æmil. Hath the forfook so many noble matches?
Her father and her country? and her friends?
To be call'd whore would it not make one weep?

Def. It is my wretched fortune.
Iago. Beihrew him fort! low comes this trick upon

Def. Nay, heav'n doth know.

Æmil. l'll be bang’d, if some eternal villain,
Some busy and infinuating rogue,
Some cogging, cozening ilave, to get fome office,
Has not devis'd this flander; I'll be hang'd else.

lag, Fie, there is no such man; it is impossible.
Def. If any iiich there be, heav'n pardon hiin!

Amil. A halter pardon him, and hell gnaw his bones! Why thould he call her whore? who keeps her com

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What place what time? what form? what likelihood? The Moor's abus'd by some most villanous knave, Some base notorious knave, some tcurvy fellow. heav'n, that such companions thoud'st unfold,


And put in every honest hand a whip,
To lalh the rascal naked through the world,
Ev'n from the east to th' welt !

lago. Speak within door.

Æmil. Oh fie upon them ! fome such 'squire he was, " That turn'd your wit the seamy side without, And made you to suspect me with the Moor.

lago. You are a fool; go to.

Def. 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.

Iago. I pray you be content; 'tis but his humour;
The business of the state does him offence,
And he does chide with you.

Des. If 'twere no other,
lago. It is but so, I warrant.

Hark, how these instruments summon to supper !
The messenger of Venice stays the meat;
Go in, and weep not; all things thall be well.

[Exeunt Desdemona and Æmilia, SCENE XII. Enter Rodorigo to lago. How now, Rodorigo ?

Rod. I do not find that thou deal'st justly with me. lago. What in the contrary?

kod. Every day thou doft'it inę with some device, lago; and rather, as it seems to me now, keep'it from m. Vol. VIII.




me all conveniency, than suppliest me with the least advantage of hope. I will indeed no longer endure it. Nor am I yet persuaded to put up in peace what already I have foolishly fufier'd.

Jago. Will you hear me, Rodorigo?

Rod. 'Faith, I have heard too much; and your words and performances are no kin together.

1.igo. You charge me molt unjustly.

Rod. With nought but truth: I have wasted myself out of my means. The jewels you have had from me, to deliver to Desdemona, would half have corrupted a votarilt. You have told me, she hath receiv'd them, and return'd me expectations and comforts of sudden respect and acquittance; but I find none.

Tags. Well, go to; very well.

Rod. Very well, go to; I cannot go to, man, nor 'tis not very well; nay, I think, it is scurvy, and begin to find myself fobb'd in it.

lago. Very well.

Rod. I tell you, 'tis not very well. I will make myself known to Desdemona : if she will return me my jewels, I will give over my fuit, and repent my unlawful folicitation; if not, assure yourself, I will seek fatisfation of you.

lago. You have said now--

Rod. Ay, and said nothing, but what I protest intendinent of doing.

lugo. Why, now I see there's mettle in thee; and even from this instant do I build on thee a better opinion than ever before. Give me thy hand, Rodorigo: thou hult taken against me a molt just exception; but I protelt I have dealt molt directly in thy affair.

Rod. It hath not appear’d. lege. I grant indeed it hath not appear'd; aud your fufpicion is not without wit and judgment. But, Rocorigo, if thou hait that in thee indeed, which I have greater reason to believe now than ever, (I mean, pur. Tue, courage, and valour), this night fhew it. If thru the next night following enjoy not Desdemona, take me from this world with treachery, and devise casines for y life.


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