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Cyprus. A Room in the Castle.
Enter OTHELLO and EMILIA.
Othello You have seen nothing then?
Emilia Nor ever heard, nor ever did suspect.
Othello Yes, you have seen Cassio and she together.
Emilia But then I saw no harm, and then I heard
Each syllable that breath made up between them.
Othello What, did they never whisper?
Emilia Never, my lord.
Othello Nor send you out o'th' way?
Emilia Never.
Othello To fetch her fan, her gloves, her mask, nor nothing?
Emilia Never, my lord.
Othello That's strange.
Emilia I durst, my lord, to wager she is honest,
Lay down my soul at stake. If you think other,
Remove your thought; it doth abuse your bosom.
If any wretch have put this in your head,
Let heaven requite it with the serpent's curse;
For if she be not honest, chaste, and true,
There's no man happy; the purest of their wives
Is foul as slander.
Othello 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 villainous secrets;
And yet she'll kneel and pray; I have seen her do't.
Re-enter EMILIA with DESDEMONA.
Desdemona My lord, what is your will?
Othello Pray you, chuck, come hither.
Desdemona What is your pleasure?
Othello Let me see your eyes.
Look in my face.
Desdemona What horrible fancy's this?
Othello [To EMILIA.] Some of your function, mistress;
Leave procreants alone, and shut the door.
Cough, or cry "hem", if anybody come.
Your mystery, your mystery! Nay, dispatch.
[Exit EMILIA.
Desdemona Upon my knee, what doth your speech import?
I understand a fury in your words,
But not the words.
Othello Why, what art thou?
Desdemona Your wife, my lord, your true
And loyal wife.
Othello Come, swear it, damn thyself,
Lest, being like one of heaven, the devils themselves
Should fear to seize thee. Therefore be double-damned:
Swear thou art honest.
Desdemona Heaven doth truly know it.
Othello Heaven truly knows that thou art false as hell.
Desdemona To whom, my lord? With whom? How am I false?
Othello Ah Desdemona, away, away, away!
Desdemona 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,
I have lost him too.
Othello Had it pleased heaven
To try me with affliction, had they rained
All kind of sores and shames on my bare head,
Steeped me in poverty to the very lips,
Given to captivity me and my utmost hopes,
I should have found in some place of my soul
A drop of patience. But alas, to make me
The fixd figure for the time of scorn
To point his slow unmoving finger at!
Yet could I bear that to - well, very well;
But there, where I have garnered up my heart,
Where either I must 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 there,
Patience, thou young and rose-lipped cherubin;
Ay, here, look grim as hell!
Desdemona I hope my noble lord esteems me honest.
Othello O, ay, as summer flies are in the shambles,
That quicken even with blowing. O thou weed,
Who art so lovely fair and smell'st so sweet
That the sense aches at thee, would thou hadst ne'er been
born!
Desdemona Alas, what ignorant sin have I committed?
Othello Was this fair paper, this most goodly book,
Made to write "whore" upon? What committed?
Committed? O thou public commoner!
I should make very forges of my cheeks,
That would to cinders burn up modesty,
Did I but speak thy deeds. What committed?
Heaven stops the nose at it, and the moon winks,
The bawdy wind that kisses all it meets
Is hushed within the hollow mine of earth,
And will not hear't. What committed?
Impudent strumpet!
Desdemona By heaven, you do me wrong.
Othello Are not you a strumpet?
Desdemona No, as I am a Christian.
If to preserve this vessel for my lord
From any other foul unlawful touch
Be not to be a strumpet, I am none.
Othello What, not a whore?
Desdemona No, as I shall be saved.
Othello Is it possible?
Desdemona O, heaven forgive us!
Othello I cry you mercy then.
I took you for that cunning whore of Venice
That married with Othello. [Calling.] You, mistress,
That have the office opposite to Saint Peter,
And keeps the gate of hell.
Re-enter EMILIA.
You, you, ay, you!
We have done our course; there's money for your pains.
I pray you turn the key, and keep our counsel.
[Exit.
Emilia Alas, what does this gentleman conceive?
How do you, madam? How do you, my good lady?
Desdemona Faith, half asleep.
Emilia Good madam, what's the matter with my lord?
Desdemona With who?
Emilia Why, with my lord, madam.
Desdemona Who is thy lord?
Emilia He that is yours, sweet lady.
Desdemona I have none. Do not talk to me, Emilia;
I cannot weep, nor answers have I none
But what should go by water. Prithee tonight
Lay on my bed our wedding sheets, remember;
And call thy husband hither.
Emilia Here's a change indeed!
[Exit.
Desdemona 'Tis meet I should be used so, very meet.
How have I been behaved that he might stick
The small'st opinion on my least misuse?
Re-enter EMILIA with IAGO.
Iago What is your pleasure, madam? How is't with you?
Desdemona 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 is the matter, lady?
Emilia Alas, Iago, my lord hath so bewhored her,
Thrown such despite and heavy terms upon her,
That true hearts cannot bear it.
Desdemona Am I that name, Iago?
Iago What name, fair lady?
Desdemona Such as she said my lord did say I was?
Emilia He called her whore. A beggar in his drink
Could not have laid such terms upon his callet.
Iago Why did he so?
Desdemona I do not know. I am sure I am none such.
Iago Do not weep, do not weep. Alas the day!
Emilia Hath she forsook so many noble matches,
Her father, and her country, and her friends,
To be called whore? Would it not make one weep?
Desdemona It is my wretched fortune.
Iago Beshrew him for't!
How comes this trick upon him?
Desdemona Nay, heaven doth know.
Emilia I will be hanged if some eternal villain,
Some busy and insinuating rogue,
Some cogging, cozening slave, to get some office
Have not devised this slander; I will be hanged else.
Iago Fie, there is no such man; it is impossible.
Desdemona If any such there be, heaven pardon him!
Emilia A halter pardon him, and hell gnaw his bones!
Why should he call her whore? Who keeps her company?
What place, what time, what form, what likelihood?
The Moor's abused by some most villainous knave,
Some base notorious knave, some scurvy fellow.
O heavens, that such companions thou'dst unfold,
And put in every honest hand a whip
To lash the rascals naked through the world,
Even from the east to th' west!
Iago Speak within door.
Emilia O, fie upon them! Some such squire he was
That turned your wit the seamy side without,
And made you to suspect me with the Moor.
Iago You are a fool; go to.
Desdemona 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,
Either in discourse of thought or actual deed,
Or that mine eyes, mine ears, or any sense
Delighted them in 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 cannot say "whore";
It does abhor me now I speak the word:
To do the act that might the 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.
Desdemona If 'twere no other-
Iago It is but so, I warrant.
[Trumpets sound.
Hark how these instruments summon you to supper!
The messengers of Venice stays the meat.
Go in, and weep not; all things shall be well.
[Exeunt DESDEMONA and EMILIA.
Enter RODERIGO.
How now, Roderigo!
Roderigo I do not find that thou deal'st justly with me.
Iago What in the contrary?
Roderigo Every day thou daff'st me with some device, Iago, and
rather, as it seems to me now, keep'st from me all
conveniency than supply'st 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
suffered.
Iago Will you hear me, Roderigo?
Roderigo Faith, I have heard too much; and your words and
performances are no kin together
Iago You charge me most unjustly.
Roderigo With nought but truth. I have wasted myself out of my
means. The jewels you have had from me to deliver Desdemona
would half have corrupted a votarist. You have told me she
has received them, and returned me expectations and
comforts of sudden respect and acquaintance, but I find
none.
Iago Well, go to, very well.
Roderigo 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
fopped in it.
Iago Very well.
Roderigo 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 suit and repent my unlawful solicitation; if not,
assure yourself I will seek satisfaction of you.
Iago You have said now.
Roderigo Ay, and said nothing but what I protest intendment of
doing.
Iago Why, now I see there's mettle in thee, and even from this
instant do build on thee a better opinion than ever before.
Give me thy hand, Roderigo. Thou hast taken against me a
most just exception; but yet I protest I have dealt most
directly in thy affair.
Roderigo It hath not appeared.
Iago I grant indeed it hath not appeared; and your suspicion is
not without wit and judgement; but, Roderigo, if thou hast
that in thee indeed, which I have greater reason to believe
now than ever - I mean purpose, courage, and valour - his
night show it. If thou the next night following enjoy not
Desdemona, take me from this world with treachery, and
devise engines for my life.
Roderigo Well, what is it? Is it within reason and compass?
Iago Sir, there is especial commission come from Venice to
depute Cassio in Othello's place.
Roderigo Is that true? Why, then Othello and Desdemona return again
to Venice.
Iago O no; he goes into Mauritania, and taketh away with him the
fair Desdemona, unless his abode be lingered here by some
accident; wherein none can be so determinate as the
removing of Cassio.
Roderigo How do you mean "removing" him?
Iago Why, by making him uncapable of Othello's place - knocking
out his brains.
Roderigo And that you would have me to do.
Iago Ay, if you dare do yourself a profit and a right. He sups
tonight with a harlotry; and thither will I go to him. He
knows not yet of his honourable fortune. If you will watch
his going thence, which I will fashion to fall out between
twelve and one, you may take him at your pleasure. I will
be near to second your attempt, and he shall fall between
us. Come, stand not amazed at it, but go along with me; I
will show you such a necessity in his death that you shall
think yourself bound to put it on him. It is now high
suppertime, and the night grows to waste. About it.
Roderigo I will hear further reason for this.
Iago And you shall be satisfied.
[Exeunt.