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My lord ?
Des. What, is he angry?
'May be, the letter mov'd him; For, as I think, they do command him home, Deputing Cassio in his government.
Des. By my troth, I am glad on 't.
How, sweet Othello ?
[Striking her. Des. I have not deserv'd this. Lod. My lord, this would not be believ'd in
O devil, devil!
[Going Lod. Truly, an obedient lady:I do beseech your lordship, call her back.
My lord ?
What would you with her, sir? Lod. Who, I, my lord ? Oth. Ay; you did wish, that I would make her
turn : Sir, she can turn, and turn, and yet go on, And turn again ; and she can weep, sir, weep; And she's obedient, as you say, - obedient, Very obedient;— Proceed you in your tears. Concerning this, sir, - 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, avaunt !
[Exit DESDEMONA. Cassio shall have my place. And, -sir, to-night,
I do entreat that we may sup together. You are welcome, sir, to Cyprus. — Goats, and monkies!
[Exit. Lod. Is this the noble Moor whom our full senate Call — all-in-all sufficient ? — This the noble nature Whom passion could not shake? whose solid virtue The shot of accident, nor dart of chance, Could neither graze, nor pierce ? Iago.
He is much chang'd. Lod. Are his wits safe? is he not light of brain ?
Iago. He is that he is; I may not breathe my 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. Lod.
Is it his use? Or did the letters work upon his blood, And new-create this fault? Iago.
Alas, alas ! It is not honesty in me, to speak What I have seen and known. You shall observe
And his own courses will denote him so,
A Room in the Castle.
Enter OTHELLO and EMILIĄ.
Oth. You have seen nothing then ?
Oth. Yes you have seen Cassio and she together.
Emil. But then I saw no harm: and then I heard
Oth. What, did they never whisper?
Never, my lord.
Re-enter EMILIA, with DESDEMONA.
Pray, chuck, come hither.
Let me see your eyes ;
What horrible fancy's this?
Des. Upon my knees, what doth your speech
Oth. Why, what art thou ?
Your wife, my lord; your true
Come, swear it, damn thyself;
Heaven doth truly know it.
Des. Alas, the heavy day! — Why do you weep?
Had it pleas'd heaven
6 Treasured up
Or else dries up; to be discarded thence!
Des. I hope, my noble lord esteems me honest.
ne'er been born! Des. Alas, what ignorant sin have I committed ? Oth. Was this fair paper, this most goodly book, Made to write whore upon! What committed ! Committed ! - O thou publick commoner! I should make very forges of my cheeks, That would to cinders burn up modesty, Did I but speak thy deeds. What committed! The very wind, that kisses all it meets, Is hush'd within the hollow mine of earth, And will not hear it : What committed ! Impudent strumpet ! Des.
By heaven, you do me wrong. Oth. Are not you a strumpet ? Des.
No, as I am a Christian : If to preserve this vessel for my lord, From
other foul unlawful touch,
Oth. What, not a whore?
No, as I shall be saved.
I cry you mercy, then; I took you for that cunning whore of Venice, That married with Othello, - You, mistress,
That have the office opposite to Saint Peter,