And mark how he continues. Lod. I am sorry that I am deceiv'd in him. [Exeunt. SCENE II. A room in the castle. Enter OTHELLO and EMILIA. Oth. You have seen nothing, then? Emil. Nor ever heard, nor ever did suspect. Oth. Nor send you out o' the way? Emil. Never. Never, my lord. Oth. To fetch her fan, her gloves, her mask, nor nothing? Oth. That's strange. Emil. I durst, my lord, to wager she is honest, Oth. Bid her come hither:-go. [Exit Emilia. She says enough;—yet she's a simple bawd A closet-lock-and-key of villanous secrets: And yet she'll kneel and pray; I have seen her do 't. Enter DESDEMONA with EMILIA. Des. My lord, what is your will? Oth. Des. What is your pleasure? Pray, chuck, come hither. Oth. Look in my face. Des. Let me see your eyes; 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: [To Emilia. Your mystery, your mystery ;-nay, dispatch. [Exit Emilia. Lest, being like one of heaven, the devils themselves Should fear to seize thee: therefore be double-damn'd,- Des. Heaven doth truly know it. Oth. Heaven truly knows that thou art false as hell. Oth. Ah, Desdemon!-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, Oth. Had it pleas'd heaven Given to captivity me and my utmost hopes; Where either I must live, or bear no life,— The fountain from the which my current runs, Or keep it as a cistern for foul toads To knot and gender in!-turn thy complexion there, Des. I hope my noble lord esteems me honest. That the sense aches 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, Is hush'd within the hollow mine of earth, Des. By heaven, you do me wrong. Oth. Are not you a strumpet? 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! Oth. I cry you mercy, I took you for that cunning whore of Venice That married with Othello.-You, mistress, then: That have the office opposite to Saint Peter, Re-enter EMILIA. You, you, ay, you! We have done our course; there's money for your pains: Emil. Alas, what does this gentleman conceive?— How do you, madam? how do you, my good lady? [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. Prithee, to-night Emil. Re-enter EMILIA with IAGO. [Exit. Tago. 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, Thrown such despite and heavy terms upon her, As true hearts cannot bear. Des. Am I that name, Iago? Iago. What name, fair lady? Des. Such as she says my lord did say I was. Emil. He call'd her whore: a beggar in his drink Could not have laid such terms upon his callat. Iago. Why did he so? Des. I do not know; I am sure I am none such. How comes this trick upon him? Des. Beshrew him for 't! Nay, heaven doth know. Emil. I will be hang'd, if some eternal villain, Some cogging, cozening slave, to get some office, Iago. Fie, there is no such man; it is impossible. Emil. A halter pardon him! and hell gnaw his bones! To lash the rascals naked through the world Iago. Speak within door. Emil. O, fie upon them! Some such squire he was That turn'd your wit the seamy side without, And made you to suspect me with the Moor. Des. Alas, Iago, What shall I do to win my lord again? Good friend, go to him; for, by this light of heaven, I know not how I lost him. Here I kneel:— If e'er my will did trespass 'gainst his love, |