Lod. Who, I my lord? Oth. I, you did wish that I would make her turne: And turne againe, and the can weepe fir, weepe; Lod. Is this the noble Moore, whom our full fenate lag. He is much changed. Lod. Are his wits fafe? is he not light of braine? lag. He's that he is, I may not breathe my cenfure, What he might be, if as he might, he is not, I would to heauen he were. Lod. What, ftrike his wife. Jag. Faith that was not fo well; yet would I knew That ftroake would proue the worst. Lod. Is it his vfe? Or did the letters worke vpon his blood. And new create this fault? lag. Alas, alas. It is not honesty in me to speake, What I haue feene and knowne, you shall obferue him *, Exit. ↓ bome. bim omitted. And And his owne courfes will denote him fo, That I may faue my fpeech: doe but goe after, Lod. I am forry that I am deceiu'd in him. Enter Othello and Emillia. Oth. You haue feene nothing then. Em. Nor euer heard, nor euer did fufpect. Exeunt. Oth. Yes, and you haue feene Caffio and the together. Em. But then I faw no harme, and then I heard Each fillable that breath made vp betweene 'em. Oth, What, did they neuer whisper ? Em. Neuer, my lord. Oth. Nor fend you out o'the way ? Em. Neuer. Oth. To fetch her fan, her mask, her gloues, nor nothing? Em. Neuer, my lord, Oth. That's strange. Em. I durft my lord, to wager fhe is honest, Let heauens requite it with the ferpents curfe. Oth. Bid her come hither, goe, Exit Emillia. She fayes enough; yet fhe's a fimple bawde, + Heaven require it. their wives. Enter Enter Defdemona and Emillia, Def. My lord, what is your will? Oth. Pray chucke come hither. Def. What is you pleasure ? Oth. Let me fee your eyes-looke in my face. Leaue procreants alone, and fhut the dore, Exit Em. § Des. Vpon my knees, what does your speech import ? I vnderstand a fury in your words, But not the words. Oth. Why, what art thou? Def. Your wife my lord, your true and loyall wife. Leaft being like one of heauen, the diuells themfelues Def. Heauen doth truely know it. Oth. Heauen truely knowes, that thou art falfe as hell. Def. To whom, my lord, with whom? how am I false? Oth. O Defdemona, away, away, away. Def. Alas the heauy day, why do you weepe? Am I the occafion of those teares my lord? If haply you my father doe fufpect, An inftrument of this your calling backe, Lay not your blame on me; if you haue left || him, Why I haue left || him too. Oth. Had it pleas'd heauen To try me with affliction, had he ram'd All kindes of fores, and fhames on my bare head, I should haue found in fome part of my foule To point his flow vnmouing fingers * at-oh, oh, The fountaine, from the which my currant runnes, Or keepe it as a cefterne, for foule toades To knot and gender in: turne thy complexion there, I here looke grim as hell. Def. I hope my noble lord efteemes me honeft. O thou blacke weede, why art fo louely faire ? Def. Alas, what ignorant finne haue I committed? Is husht within the hallow mine of earth, And will not hear't :-what committed,—impudent strumpet ? finger. + upon. ↑ Committed: ob they publick commoner ; I should make very forges of my cheekes, That would to cinders burne up modeftie, Did I but fpeak thy deedes: what committed ? Def. Def. By heauen you doe me wrong. If to preferue this veffell for my lord, Def. No, as I fhall be faued. Oth. Ift poffible? Enter Emillia Def. O heauen forgivenesse + I tooke you for that cunning whore of Venice, That haue the office oppofite to S. Peter, And keeps the gates in hell, I, you, you, you §; We ha done our courfe; there's money for your paines, Em. Good madam, what's the matter with my lord ? Em. Why with my lord madam |. Def. I ha none, doe not talke to me Emillia, I cannot weepe, nor anfwer haue I none, But what should goe by water: preethee to night Lay on my bed our ** wedding sheetes, remember, Em. Here is a change indeed. Exit. Exit. |