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Let Heaven requite it with the serpent's curse!
Oth. Bid her come hither, go. [Exit Æmilia.
Enter DESDEMONA and ÆMILIA.
Oth. Some of your function, mistress;
[Exit Æmilia. Des. Upon my knee, what doth your speech I understand a fury in your words, [import? But not your words. Oth. Why? what art thou?
[wife : Des. Your wife, my lord; your true and loyal Oth. Come, swear it; damn thyself; lest, being
- like one
Of Heaven, the devils themselves should fear to . seize thee.
[honest. Therefore be double-damned ; swear thou art
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 An instrument of this your calling back, Lay not your blame on me; if you have lost him, Why, I have lost him too.
Oth. Had it pleased Heaven To try me with affliction, had he rained All kind of sores and shames of my bare head, Steeped me in poverty (71) to the very lips, Given to captivity me and my hopes ; ' I should have found in some place of my soul A drop of patience. But alas, to make me. A fixed figure for the hand of Scorn
(71) Steep'd me in poverty, and beggar in his drink. Othello's prototype has, in fact, somewhat the appearance of being clothed in the rags of a pauper.
To point his slow and moving finger at (72)
Des. I hope, my noble lord esteems me honest.
Des. Alas, what ignorant sin have I committed? Oth. Was this fair paper, this most goodly book,
[mitted ? Made to write whore upon ? what, what comCommitted ?-ho, thou public commoner ! I should make very forges of my cheeks,
(72) Directly opposite to Othello, and just under the remarkable streaks of light on Cassio's person, there is, in light, the likeness of a hand, which may be conceived to have a single finger pointing in either of the two opposite directions.
That would to cinders burn up modesty, [ted ?
Des. No, as I am a christian.
Oth. What, not a whore ?
Oth. I cry you mercy, then.
Enter ÆMILIA. You, mistress, That have the office opposite to St. Peter, And keep the gate of hell; 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. Æmil. Alas, what does this gentleman conceive? How do you, madam ? how do you, my good lady?
Des. ’Faith, half asleep.
my lord ?
Des. I have none; do not talk to me, Æmilia.
Æmil. Here's a change indeed! . [Exit.
Des. 'Tis meet I should be used so, very meet: How have I been behaved, that he might stick The smallest opinion of my least misuse !
Enter Iago and ÆMILIA.
Iago. What's the matter, lady? · Æmil. Alas, Iago, my lord hath so bewhored her,