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SCENE II.

A ROOM IN THE CASTLE.

Lod. He did not call : he's busy in the paper. 1

lago. Alas, alas! Is thero division 'twixt thy lord and Cassio ? It is not honesty in me, to speak

Des. A most unhappy one: I would do much What I have seen aud known. You shall obserye To atone them, for the love I bear to Cassio. And his owu courses will denote him so, [him; Oth. Fire and brimstone!

That I may save my speech; Do but go after, Des. My lord ?

And mark how he continues. Oth. Are you wise ?

Lod. I am sorry, that I am deceiv'd in him. Des. What, is he angry?

(exeunt. Lod. 'May be, the letter mov'd him ; For, as I think, they do command hiin home,

Enter Othello and Emilia. Deputing Cassio in his government.

Oth, You have seen nothing then ? Des. By my troth, I am glad on't.

Emil. Nor ever beard ; nor ever did suspect. Oth. Indeed ?

Oth. Yes, you have seen Cassio and she together. Des. My lord ?

Emil. But then I saw no harm; and then I heard Oth. I ain glad to see you mad.

Each syllable, that breath made up between theni. Des. How, sweet Othello?

Oth. What, did they never whisper? Oth. Deyil!.

[striking her. Emil. Never, my lord. Des. I bave not desery'd this.

Oth. Nor send you out o'the way?
Lod. My lord, this would not be believ'd in Emil. Never.
Venice,

Oth. To fetch her fan, her gloves, her mask, 'Though I should swear I saw it.-—'Tis very much; Emil. Never, my lord,

(nor nothing? Make her amends, she weeps.

Oth. That's strange. Oth. O devil, devil !

Emil. I durst, my lord, to wager she is honest, If that the earth could team with woman's tears, Lay down my soul at stake: if you think other, Each drop she falls would prove a crocodile :- Remove your thought; it doth abuse your bosom. Out of my sight!

If any wretch hath put this in your head, Des. I will not stay to offend you. [going. Let heaven requite it with the serpent's curse! Lod. Truly, an obedient lady:

lior, if she be not honest, chaste, and true, I do beseech your lordship, call her back.

There's no man happy; the purest of their wives Oth. Mistress,—

Is foul as slander. Des. My lord ?

Oth. Bid her come bither :-go. Cerit Emilia. Oth. What would you with her, sir?

She says enough:-yet she's a simple bawd, Lod. Who, I, my lord ?

That cannot say as much. This is a subtle whore, Oth. Ay; you did wish, that I would make a closet-lock-and-key of villainous secrets : [do't. her turn :

And yet she'll kneel, and pray; I have seen her. Sir, she can turn, and turn, and yet go on,

Re-enter Emilia, with Desdemona.
And turn again; and she can weep, sir, weep : Des. My lord, what is your will?
And she's obedient, as you say,—ubedient,- Oth. Pray, chuck, come hither.
Very obedient.-- Proceed you in your tears.- Des. Wbat is your pleasure?
Concerning this, sir,— well-painted passion! Oth. Let me see your eyes ;
I am commanded home :- Get you away; Look in my face.
I'll send for you anon.-Sir, I obey the mandate, Des. What horrible fancy's this?
And will return to Venice:-Hence, avaunt! Oth. Some of your function, mistress;
[e.rit Des.

(to Emilia Cassio shall have my place. And,--sir, to-night, Leave procreants alone, and shut the door; I do entreat that we may sup together.

Cough, or cry-hein, if any body come: You are welcome, sir, to Cyprus.—Goats and Your mystery, your mystery; nay, despatch. monkeys ! [exit.

(erit Emilia. Lod. Is this the noble Moor, whom our full Des. Upon my knees, what doth your speech senate

I understand a fury in your words, [import? Call-all-in-all sufficient?- This the noble nature But not the words. Whom passion could not shake? whose solid virtue Oth. Why, what art thou ? The shot of accident, nor dart of chance,

Des. Your wife, my lord; your true Could neither graze, nor pierce ?

And loyal wife. lago. He is much chang’d.

Oth. "Come, swear it, damn thyself; Lod: Are his wits safe? is he not light of brain? Lest, being like one of heaven, the devils them. Iago. He is that he is; I may not breathe my

selves

[damn'd,

Should fear to seize thee: therefore be doubleWhat he might be,-if, what he might, he is not,- Swear-thou art honest. I would to beaven, he were.

Des. Heaven doth truly know it. Lod. What, strike his wife!

Oth. Heaven truly knows, tbat thou art falsı: Iago. 'Faith, that was not so well; yet 'would

as hell.

[am I false? That stroke would prove the worst. [I knew, Des. To whom, my lord? With whom? How Lod. Is it bis use?

Oth. O Desdemona !--away! away! away! Or did the letters work upon his blood,

Des. Alas, the heavy day! Why do you weep? oud new-create this fault?

Am I the occasion of these tears, my lord ?

censure.

If, baply, you my father do suspect,

Emil. Good madam, what's the matter with An instrument of this your calling back,

Des With who?

[my lord ? Lay not your blame on me; if you have lost him, Emil. Why, with my lord, madam. Why, I have lost him too.

Des. Who is thy lord ? Oth. Had it pleas'd heaven

Emil. He that is yours, sweet lady. To try me with aMiction; had be rain'd

Des. I have none: Do not talk to me, Emilia; All kinds of sores, and shapes, on my bare head; I cannot weep; nor answer I have none, Steep'd me in poverty to the very lips;

But what should go by water. Pr’ythee, to-night, Given to captivity me and my utmost hopes ; Lay on my bed my wedding sheets,—remember; I should have found in some part of my soul And call thy husband hither. A drop of patience: but (alas !) to make me Emil. Here is a change, indeed! [erit. A fixed figure, for the time of scorn

Des. 'Tis meet I should be us'd so, very weet. To point his slow upmoving tinger at.

How have I been behav'd, that he might stick 0! 0!

The small'st opinion on my great'st abuse? Yet could I bear that too; well, very well :

Re-enter Emilia, with Iago. But there, where I have garner'd up my heart; Iago. What is your pleasure, madam

n? How Where either I must live, or bear no life;

is it with you?

[babes, The fountain, from the which my current runs, Des. I cannot tell. Those, that do teach young Or else dries up; to be discarded thence !

Do it with gentle means, and easy tasks: Or keep it as a cistern, for foul toads [there! He might have chid me so; for, in good faith, To knot and gender in !-turn thy complexion I am a child to chiding. Patience, thou young and rose-lipp'd cherubin ; Iago. What's the matter, lady? Ay, there, look grim as hell!

Emil. Alas, Iago, my lord bath so bewbor'd her, Des. I hopė, my noble lord esteems me honest. Thrown such despite and heavy terms upon her,

Oth. O, ay; as summer flies are in the shambles, As trae hearts cannot bear. 'That quicken even with blowing. O thou weed, Des. Am I that name, Iago? Who art so lovely fair, and smell'st so sweet, Jago. What name, fair lady? That the sense aches at thee.-'Would, thou hadst Des. Such as, she says, my lord did say I was i ne'er been born!

Emil. He call’d her, whore; a beggar, in bis Des. Alas, what ignorant sin have I com

drink, mitted ?

[book, Could not have laid such terms upon his callet. Oth. Was this fair paper, this most goodly Iago. Why did he so ? Made to write whore upon ? What committed ! Des. I do not know; I am sure, I am none such. Committed !-0 thou public commoner!

Iago. Do not weep, do not weep: Alas, the day! I should make very forges of my cheeks,

Emil. Has she forsook so many poble matches, That would to cinders burn up modesty,

Her father, and her country, and her friends,
Did I but speak thy deeds. What committed ! To be call'd whore? would it not make one
Heaven stops the nose at it, and the moon winks; Des. It is my wretched fortune. [weep?
The bawdy wind, that kisses all it meets,

Tago. Beshrew him for it!
Is hush'd within the hollow mine of earth, How comes this trick upon him?
And will not hear it: What committed !-

Des. Nay, heaven doth know.
Impudent strumpet!

Emil. I will be hang'd, if some eternal villain, Des. By heaven, you do me wrong.

Some busy and insinuating rogue, Oth. Are not you a strumpet?

Some cogging cozening slave, to get some office, Des. No, as I am a Christian :

Have not devis'd tbis slander; I'll be hang'd else. If, to preserve this vessel for my lord,

Iago. Fie, there is no such man: it is impossible. From any other foul unlawful touch,

Des. If any such there be, heaven pardon him! Be-not to be a strumpet, I am none.

Emil. A balter pardon bim! and hell gnaw his Oth. What, not a whore?

bones!

(company? Des. No, as I shall be saved.

Why should he call her whore? who keeps her Oth. Is it possible?

What place? what time? what form ? what Des. O, heaven forgive us!

likelihood ? Oth. I cry you mercy, then;

The Moor's abus'd by some most villainous knave, I took you for tbat cunning, whore of Venice, Some base notorious knave, some scurvy fellow:That married with Othello.--You, mistress, O, heaven, that such companions thou'dst unfold; Re-enter Emilia.

And put in every honest hand a whip, That have the office opposite to saint Peter, To lash the rascal naked through the world, And keep the gate of bell; you! you! ay, you! Even from the east to the west ! We have done our course; there's money for your Iago. Speak within door.

(was, pains;

Emil. O, fie upon hir! some such squire lic pray you, turn the key, and keep our counsel. That turn'd your wit the seamy side withou:,

{erit. And made you to suspect me with the Moor. Emil. Alas, what does this gentleman con- Iago. You are a foul; go to. ceive ?

Des. 0, good Iago, How do you, madam? how do you, my good lady? What shall I do to win my lord again? (heaven, Des. 'Faith, half asleep.

Good friend, go to bivn; for; by this light of

ment.

I know not

hot home I I lost him. Here I kneel : - Iago. I grant, indeed, it hath not appeared; If c'er my will did trespass 'gainst his love, and your suspicion is not without wit and judg. Either in discourse of thought, or actual deed;

But, Roderigo, if thou hast that within Or that mine eyes, mine ears, or any sense, thee indeed, which I have greater reason to believe Delighted them in any other form; ;

now than ever,—I mean, purpose, courage, and Or that I do not yet, and ever did,

valour,—this night show it: if thou the next And ever will,—though he do shake me off night following enjoyest not Desdemona, take mo To beggarly divorcement, love him dearly, from this world with treachery, and devise Comfort forswear me! Unkindness may do much; engines for my life. And his unkindness may defeat my life,

Rod. Well, what is it? is it within reason But never taint my love. I cannot say, whore; and compass ? It does abhor me, now I speak the word :

Iago. Sir, there is especial commission come To do the act that might the addition earn, from Venice, to depute Cassio in Othello's place. Not the world's mass of vanity could make me. Rod. Is that true? why, then Othello and Iago. I pray you be content ; 'tis but his Desdemona return again to Venice. humour;

**Iago. O, no; he goes into Mauritania, and The business of the state does him offence, takes away with him the fair Desdemona, wless And he does chide with you.

his' abode be lingered, here by some accident; Des. If 'twere no other,

wherein none can be so determinate, as the reinovIago. It is but so, I warrant you. (trumpets. ing of Cassio. Hapk, how these instruments summon to supper ! Rod. How do you mean-removing of him? And the great messengers of Venice stay:

Iago. Why, by making him incapable of Go in, and weep not; all things shall be well. Othello's place; knocking out his brains.

[ereunt. Des. 8. Emil. Rod. And that you would have me do ? Enter Roderigo.

Iago. Ay, if you dare do yourself a profit, and How now, Roderigo!

a right. He sups to-night with a harlot, and Rod. I do not find, that thou deal'st justly with thither will I go to him ;-he knows not yet of Iago. What in the contrary?

(me. i his honourable fortune: if you will watch his Rod. Every day thou doff'st me with some going thence (which I shall fashion to fall out bedevice, Iago; and rather (as it seems to me now,) tween twelve and one), you may take him at keep'st me from all conveniency, than suppliest your pleasure; I will be near to second your atme with the least advantage of lope. I will, tempt, and he shall fall between us. Come, stand indeed, no longer endure it: Nor am I yet per- not amazed at it, but go along with me; I wiil suaded, to put up in peace what already I have shew you such a necessity in his death, that you foolishly suffered.

shall think yourself bound to put it on him.

It Iago. Will you hear me, Roderigo ?

is now high supper-time, and the night grows Rod. 'Faith, I have heard too much; for your to waste : about it. words and performances are no kin together.

Rod. I will hear further reason for this. Iago. You charge ine most unjustly,

Iago. And you shall, be satisfied, [ereunt. Rod. With bought but truth. I have wasted SCENE III. ANOTHER ROOM IN THE CASTLE. myself out of my means. The jewels you have Enter Othello, Lod. Desdemona, Emil. and Athad from mc, to deliver to Desdemona, 'would

tendants. half have corrupted a votarist : You have told Lod. I do beseech you, sir, trouble yourself no me--she has received them, and returned me ex- further. pectations and comforts of sudden respect and Oth. O, pardon me; 'twill do me good to acquittance; but I find none.

walk. Iago. Well; go to; very well.

Lod. Madam, good night; I humbly thank Rod. Very well! go to! I cannot go to, man; your ladyship. nor 'tis not very well: By this hand, I say, it is Des. Your honour is most welcome. very scurvy; and begin to find myself fobbed in it. Oth. Will you walk, sir?-0,– Desdemona. Iago. Very well.

Des. My lord ? Rod. I tell you, 'tis not very well. I will Oth. Get you to bed on the instant; I will be make myself known to Desdemona: If she will returned forthwith : dismiss your attendant there; return me my jewels, I will give over my suit, louk, it be done. and repent my unlawful solicitation; if not, Des. I will, my lord. assure yourself, I will seek satisfaction of you.

[ereunt Oth. Lod. and Attend. Tago. You have said now.

Emil. How goes it now ? he looks gentler than Rod. Ay, and I have said nothing, but what

he did. I protest intendment of doing.

Des. He says, he will return incontinent; Iago. Why, now I see there's mettle in thee; He bath commanded me to go to bed, and even, from this instant, do build on thee a And bade me to dismiss you. better opinion than ever before. Give me thy

Emil. Dismiss me!"

[Emilin, hand, Roderigo; Thou hast taken against me a Des. It was his bidding; therefore, good most just exception; but yet, I protest, I have Give me my nightly wearing, and adieu : dealt most directly in thy affair.

We must not now displease him. Rod. It hath not appeared.

Emil. I would, you had never seen hinn!

.

Des. So would not I; my love doth so ap- Des. Would'st thou do such a deed for all the prove him,

world? That even his stubbornness, his checks, and Emil. Why, would not you ? frowns,

Des. No, hy this heavenly light! Pr'ythee unpin me,-have grace and favour in Emil. Nor I neither, by this heavenly light; them.

I might do't as well i'the dark. Emil. I have laid those sheets you bade me on

Des. Would'st thou do such a deed for all the the bed.

world? Des. All's one:

-Good father! how foolish Emil. The world is a huge thing: 'Tis a great are our minds !For a small vice.

[price If I do die before thee, pr’ythee, shroud me

Des. Good troth, I think thou would'st not. In one of those same sheets.

Emil. By my troth, I think I should ; and Emil. Come, come, you talk.

undo't, when I had done. Marry, I would not Des. My mother had a maill, called— Barbara ; do such a thing for a joint-ring ; nor for measures She was in love; and ke, she lov'd, prov'd mad, of lawn; por for gowns, petticoats, nor caps, nor And did forsake her : she had a song of-willow, any petty exhibition : but, for the whole world, An old thing 'twas, but it express'd her fortune, Why, who would not make her husband, a And she died singing it: That song, to-night, cuckold, to make him a monarch ? I should venWill not

go

from my mind; I have much to do, ture purgatory for't. But to go hang my head all at one side,

Des. Beshrew me, if I would do such a wrong And sing it like poor Barbara. Prythee, des- for the whole world. patch.

Emil. Why, the wrong is but a wrong i'the Emil. Shall I go fetch your night-gown? world ; and, having the world for your labour, Des. No, unpin me here.

'tis a wrong in your own world, and you migh, This Lodovico is a proper man.

quickly make it right. Emil. A very handsome man.

Des. I do not think there is any such woman. Des. And he speaks well.

Emil. Yes, a dozen ; and as many Emil. I know a lady in Venice, who would To the vantage, as would store the world they have walked bare-foot to Palestine, for a touch of play'd for. his nether lip.

But, I do think, it is their husbands' faults, Des. The poor soul sat sigbing by a sycamore tree,

If wives do fall: Say, that they slack their duties, Sing all a green willow

[singing. And pour our treasures into foreign laps ; Her hand on her bosom, her head on her knee, Sing willow, willow, willow :

Or else break out in peevish jealousies, The fresh streams ran by her, and murmur'd her Throwing restraint upon us; or, say, they strike Sing willow, &c.

[moans ; Her salt tears fell from her, and soften'd the stones;

Or scant our former having in despite; [us, Lay by these :

Why, we have galls; and, though we have some Sing willow, willow, willow;

grace, Prythee, hic thee; he'll come anon.

Yet we have some revenge.

Let husbands know, Sing all a green willow must be my garland. Their wives have sense like them : they see, and Let nobody blame him, his scorn I approve..

smell, Nay, that's not next.--Hark! who is it that And have their palates both for sweet and sour, Emil. It is the wind.

[knocks? As husbands have. What is it that they do, Des. 1 call'd my love, false love; but what said he then ?

When they change us for others ? Is it sport?
Sing willow, &c.
If I court mo women, you'll couch with mo men.

I think it is. And doth affection breed it? $o, get thee gone ; good night. "Mine 'eyes do I think, it doth. Is't frailty, that thus errs? Doth that bode weeping ?

[itch ; It is so too: And have not we affections ? Emil. 'Tis neither here nor there.

Desires for sport? and frailty, as men have ? Des. I have heard it said so. -0, these men,

Then, let them use us well: else, let them know, these men !

The ills we do, their ills instruct us to. Dost thou in conscience think,—tell me, Emilia, Des. Good night, good night : Heaveu me That there be women do abuse their husbands

such usage send, In such gross kind.

Not to pick bad from bad ; but, by bad, mend ! Emil. There be some such, no question.

[exeunt ACT V.

Rod. I have no great devotion to the deed ; Enter Iago and lerigo.

And yet he has given me satisfying reasons : lago. Here, stand behind this bulk ; straight 'Tis but a man gone :--forth, my sword ; be dies. will he come:

Iago. I have rubb'd this young quat almost to Wear thy good rapier bare, and put it home; Quick, quick; fear nothing ; I'll be at thy elbow: And he grows angry. Now, whether he kili It makes us, or it mars us; think on that,

Cassio, And fix most firm thy resolution.

Or Cassio bim, or each do kill the other, Rod. Be near at hand;/

I

may miscarry in't. Every way makes my gain : Live Roderiga, Tago. Here, at thy hand; be bold, and take He calls me to a restitution large thy sword.

Of gold, and jewels, that I bobb'd from him,

SCENE 1. A STREET

the sense,

As gifts to Desdemona;

Rod. O damn d lago! O inhuman dog!It must not be: if Cassio do remain,

0! 0! 0! te hath a daily beauty in his life,

Iago. Kill men i'the dark ;- Where be these That makes me ugly; and, besides, the Moor

bloody thieves? Play unfold me to him: there stand I in inuch How silent is this town!-Ho! murder! murder peril:

What may you be ? are you of good, or evil ? No, he must die:- But so, I hear him coming. Lod. As you shall prove us, praise us. Enter Cassio.

Iago. Signior Lodovico ? Rod. I know bis gait, 'tis he :- Villain, thou Lod. He, sir. diesc.

Iago. I cry you mercy: Here's Cassio hurt Cas. That thrust had been mine enemy indeed, By villains. But that my coat is better than thou think'st; Gra. Cassio ? I will make proof of thine.

Iago. How is it, brother? [draws, and wounds Rod. Cas. My leg is cut in two. Rod. O, I am slain !

Iago. Marry, heaven forbid !-[Iago cuts Cas. in the leg; erit. Light, gentlemen; I'll bind it with my shirt. Cas. I am waim'd for ever :-Help, bu! mur

Enter Bianca. der! murder!

(falls. Bian. What is the matter, ho? who is't that Enter Othello, at a distance.

cry'd ? Oth. The voice of Cassio :-Iago keeps his Iago. Who is't that cry'd ? Rod. 0, villain that I am !

(word. Bian. O my dear Cassio ! my sweet Cassio ! Oih. Hark! 'tis even so.

O Cassio! Cassio! Cassio ! Cas. 0, help! ho! light! a surgeon !

Iago. O notable strumpet !-Cassio, may you Oth. 'Tis he;- brave Iago, honest, and just,

suspect That hast such noble sense of thy friend's wrong! Who they should be, that have thus mangled you? Thou teachest me,- Minion, your dear lics dead, Cas. No. And your fate hies apace :- Strumpet, I come: Gra. I am sorry to find you thus : I have Forth of my heart those charms, thine eyes are been to seek you. blotted ;

Iago. Lend me a garter: So.-0, for a chair, Thy bed, lust-stain'd, shall with lust's blood be To bear him easily hence ! spotted.

(erit Othello. Bian. Alas! he faints :: O Cassio ! Cassio Enter Lodovico and Gratiano.

Cassio ! Cas. What, ho! no watch ? no passage? mur- Iago. Gentlemen all, I do suspect this trash der! murder!

To be a party in this injury:Gra. 'Tis some mischance; the cry very Patience awhile, good Cassio. -Come, come; Cas. (), help!

(direful. Lend me a light.-Know we this face, or no? Lod. Hark.

Alas! my friend, and my dear countryman, Rod. O wretched villain !

(night : Roderigo? no :— Yes, sure ! O heaven! Roderigo Lod. Two or three groans;-it is a heavy Gra. What, of Venice? These may be counterfeits; let's think’t unsafe Iago. Even he, sir; did you know him? To come into the cry, without more help.

Gra. Know him ? ay. Rod. Nobody comes; then shall I bleed to Iago. Signior Gratiano? I cry you gentle par death. Enter Iago, with a light.

These bloody accidents must excuse my mannerse Lod. Hark!

(and weapons. That so neglected you. Gra. Here comes one in his shirt, with light Gra. I am glad to see you. Iago. Who's there? whose noise is this, that Iago. How do you, Cassio ?-0, a chair, a cries on murder ?

Gra. Roderigo!

(chair! Lod. We do not know.

Iago. He, he, 'tis he: O, that's well said: the Lago. Did you not hear a cry?

cbair : was. Here, bere; for heaven's sake, help me. Some good man bear him carefully from bence; Iage. What's the matter?

I'll fetch the general's surgeon. For you,

misGru. This is Othello's ancient, as I take it.

tress,

[to Bianca. Zod. The same, indeed ; a very valiant fellow. Save you your labour.- He that lies slain herc, layo. What are you here, that cry so grievously? Cassio,

Cus. Iago! O, I am spuil'd, undone by villains! Was my dear friend: What malice was between Give me some help.

(done this?

you ? Jago. O mne, lieutenant! what villains have Cas. None in the world; nor do I know the

Cas. I think, thut one of them is bercabout, And cannot make away.

Iago. (to Bian.) What, look you pale?-0, layo. O treacherous vilains !

bear him out o'the air.What are you there? come in, and give some help.

Cas. and Rod. are borne of Rod. O, help me here! (lo Lodovico and Grat. Stay you, good gentleman:-Look you palc, unde Cas. That's one of them.

tress? layo. U n.urderous slave! O villain ! Do you perceive the gastness of her eye ?

(stabs Rod. Nay, if you stare, we shall hear more anonimno

don;

man.

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