Enter Lodovico, Defdemona, and Attendants, from the Lod. SAV Palace. AVE you, worthy General.. Lod. The Duke and the Senators of Venice greet you. [Gives him a letter. Oth. I kifs the Inftrument of their pleasures. Def. And what's the news, good Coufin Lodovico? Iago. I am very glad to fee you, fignior. Welcome to Cyprus. Lod. I thank you; how does lieutenant Caffio? Def. Coufin, there's fall'n between him and my lord An unkind breach: but you shall make all well. Oth. Are you fure of that? Def. My lord? Oth. This fail you not to do, as you will [Afide. [Reads. Lod. He did not call; he's bufy in the paper. Defo My lord devi Oth. Are you wife? Def. What, is he angry? Lod. 'May be, the letter mov'd him. For, as I think, they do command him home, Deputing Caffio in his Def. Truft me, I a Government. Oth. Indeed! Def. My lord! glad on't. ; [Afide. [Striking her. Lod. Def. I have not deferv'd this. Lod. My lord, this would not be believ'd in Venice, Though I should swear, I faw't. 'Tis very much ; Make her amends, fhe weeps. Oth. Oh devil, devil! If that the earth could teem with woman's tears, Def. I will not ftay t' offend you. Lod. Truly, an obedient lady : I do beseech your lordship, call her back. Oth. Miftrefs, Def. My lord. Oth. What would you with her, Sir? Lod. Who, I, my lord? [Going. Oth. Ay; you did wifh, that I would make her turn: Sir, fhe can turn and turn, and yet go on; Goats and monkeys! SCENE [Exit. VII. Manent Lodovico, and Iago. I S this the noble Moor, whom our full Lod. Is Senate... Call all-in-all fufficient? this the Nature, The The fhot of accident, nor dart of chance, lago. He is much chang'd. ́ Lod. Are his wits fafe? is he not light of brain? Iago. He's what he is? I may fure. not breathe my cen What he might be, if what he might he is not, I would to heaven, he were ! Lod. What, ftrike his wife! Iago. 'Faith, that was not fo well; yet 'would I knew, That ftroke would prove the worft. Lod. Is it his use? Or did the letters work upon his blood, Iago. Alas, alas ! It is not honefty in me to speak What I have feen and known. You fhall observe him, And his own courfes will denote him fo, That I may fave my fpeech. Do but go after, And mark how he continues. Lod. I'm forry, that I am deceiv'd in him. [Exeunt. Oth. Changes to an Apartment in the Palace. Enter Othello and Emilia. OU have feen nothing then? Emil. Nor ever heard, nor ever did fuf Oth. Yes, you have feen Caffio and her together. Emil. But then I faw no harm; and then I heard Each fyllable, that breath made up between them. Oth. "What? did they never whisper? Emil. Never, my lord. Oth. Nor fend you out o'th' way? T 3 Emil. Emil. Never. Oth. To fetch her fan, her gloves, her mafk, nor nothing? Emil. Never, my lord. Emil. I durft, my lord, to wager she is honeft, Lay down my foul at flake: if you think other, Remove your thought, it doth abuse your bofům. If any wretch hath put this in your head, Let heav'n requite it with the ferpent's curse! There's no man happy; the pureft of their wives Oth. Bid her come hither, go. [Exit Emilia. She says enough; yet fhe's a fimple bawd, That cannot fay as much. This is a subtle whore, A closet lock and key of villanous fecrets; And yet she'll kneel, and pray: I've seen her do't Y Def. My lord, what is your will? Oth. Pray you, chuck, come hither. Def. What is your pleasure? Oth. Let me fee your eyes; look in my face. Oth. Some of your function, mistress; Your miftery, your miftery;-nay, dispatch, Exit Emilia. Def. Upon my knee, what doth your speech im port? I understand a fury in your words, But not your words. Oth Why? what art thou? Def. Your wife, my lord, your true and loyal wife. Oth. Oth. Come, fwear it; damn thyself; left, being like one Of heav'n, the devils themselves fhould fear to feize thee. Therefore be double-damn'd; fwear, thou art honeft. Oth. Ah, Defdemona! away, away, away-- An inftrument of this your calling back, Lay not your blame on me; if you have loft him, Why, I have loft him too. Oth. Had it pleas'd heav'n To try me with affliction, had he rain'd Giv'n to captivity me and my hopes; I should have found in fome place of my foul To knot and gender in: Turn thy complexion thence, Def. I hope, my noble lord efteems me honest. Oth. Oh, ay, as fummer flies are in the fhambles, That quicken ev'n with blowing. |