Des. Oth. Devil! Des. I have not deserv'd this. Why, sweet Othello,- Lod. My lord, this would not be believ'd in Venice, Oth. O devil, devil! Des. I will not stay to offend you. Lod. Who, I, my lord? [Going. What would you with her, sir? Oth. Ay; you did wish that I would make her turn: And turn again; and she can weep, sir, weep; [Exit DES. Lod. Is this the noble Moor whom our full senate He is much chang'd. [Exit. Lod. Are his wits safe? is he not light of brain? Iago. He is that he is: I may not breathe my censure. What he might be,-if what he might he is not,I would to heaven he were ! Lod. What, strike his wife! Iago. Faith, that was not so well; yet would I knew That stroke would prove the worst! Is it his use? Lod. Alas, alas! Iago. It is not honesty in me to speak What I have seen and known. You shall observe him; That I may save my speech: do but go after, Lod. I am sorry that I am deceiv'd in him. [Exeunt. SCENE II.-CYPRUS. A Room in the Castle. Enter OTHELLO and EMILIA. Oth. You have seen nothing, then? Emil. Nor ever heard, nor ever did suspect. Never, my lord. Oth. To fetch her fan, her gloves, her mask, nor nothing? Emil. Never, my lord. Oth. That's strange. Emil. I durst, my lord, to wager she is honest, Lay down my soul at stake: if you think other, Oth. Bid her come hither.-Go. [Exit EMILIA. 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: And yet she'll kneel and pray; I have seen her do't. Re-enter EMILIA with DESDEMONA. Des. My lord, what is your will? Oth. Des. What is your pleasure? Look in my face. Des. Pray, chuck, come hither. Let me see your eyes; What horrible fancy's this? Oth. Some of your function, mistress; [TO EMILIA [Exit EMILIA. Des. Upon my knees, what doth your speech import? I understand a fury in your words, But not the words. Oth. Why, what art thou? Des. And loyal wife. Oth. Your wife, my lord; your true Come, swear it, damn thyself; Lest, being like one of heaven, the devils themselves Should fear to seize thee: therefore be double-damn'd.— Swear thou art honest. 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 Lay not your blame on me: if you have lost him, Oth. Given to captivity me and my utmost hopes; To knot and gender in!--turn thy complexion there, Des. I hope my noble lord esteems me honest. Who art so lovely fair, and smell'st so sweet, That the sense aches at thee,-would thou hadst ne'er been born! Des. Alas, what ignorant sin have I committed? Des. By heaven, you do me wrong. No, as I am a Christian: If to preserve this vessel for my lord Oth. Is't possible? No, as I shall be sav'd. Des. O, heaven forgive us! I cry you mercy, then: You, you, ay, you! Re-enter EMILIA. We have done our course; there's money for your pains: I pray you, turn the key, and keep our counsel. Emil. Alas, what does this gentleman conceive?How do you, madam? how do you, my good lady? Des. Faith, half asleep. [Exit. Emil. Good madam, what's the matter with my lord? Des. With who? Emil. Why, with my lord, madam. Des. Who is thy lord? Emil. He that is yours, sweet lady. Des. I have none: do not talk to me, Emilia; I cannot weep; nor answer have I none, But what should go by water. Pr'ythee, to-night VOL. VI. 2 c Lay on my bed my wedding sheets,-remember;- Emil. Re-enter EMILIA with IAGO. Iago. What is your pleasure, madam? How is't with you? Des. I cannot tell. Those that do teach young babes Do it with gentle means and easy tasks: He might have chid me so; for, in good faith, I am a child to chiding. Iago. What's the matter, lady? Emil. Alas, Iago, my lord hath so bewhor'd her, Des. Am I that name, Iago? Iago. Des. I do not know; I am sure I am none such. How comes this trick upon him? Beshrew him for't! Des. Some cogging, cozening slave, to get some office, |