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S CE N E VI.
SA Och With all my heart, Sir.
Lod. The Duke and the Senators of Venice greet you.
Gives him a letter.
Iago. I am very glad to see you, fignior.
Lod. I thank you; how does lieutenant Casio?
Lod. He did not call; he's busy in the paper.
Def. A most unhappy one; I would do much
Oth. Fire and brimstone !
Lod. "May be, the letter mov'd him.
Def. Trust me, I am glad on't.
Def. I have not deserv'd this.
Lod. My lord, this would not be believ'd in Venice, Though I should swear, I saw't. . 'Tis very much ; Make her amends, she weeps.
Oth. Oh devil, devil! If that the earth could teen with woman's tears,:u Each drop, she falls, would prove a crocodile : Out of my fightDes. I will not stay t' offend you. .
[Going. Lod. Truly, an obedient lady: I do beseech your lordship, call her back."
turn : Sir, she can turn and tura, and yet go on; And turn again. And she can weep, Sir, weep; And she's obedient: as you say, obedient;Y ? Very obedient-proceed you in your tears Concerning this, Sir,-oh well-painted paffion! I am commanded homem get you away, I'll send for you anon, ---Sir, 1 obey the mandate, And will return to Venice. ----Hence, avant !
Exit Desdemona. Caffio fhall have my Place. And, Sir, tonight I do entreat that we may sup together. You are welcome, Sir, to CyprusGoats and monkeys !
SC EN E VII.
Manent Lodovico, and Iago. Lod. S this the noble Moor, whom our full IS
Senate Call all-in-all sufficient? this the Nature, Which passion could not shake? whose folid virtue
The shot of accident, nor dart of chance,
lago. He is much chang'd.
not breathe my censure. What he might be, if what he might he is not, I would to heaven, he were !
Lod. What, ftrike his wife !
Lod. Is it his use?
Iago. Alas, alas!
Lod. I'm sorry, that I am deceiv'd in him. (Exeunt.
ever did fus
Changes to an Apartment in the Palace.
Enter Othello and Æmilia. Oth. OU have seen nothing then ?
Æmil. Nor ever heard, nor ever did suf
pect. Oth. Yes, you have seen Casio and her together.
Æmil. But then I saw no harm; and then I heard Each fyllable, that breath made up between them.
Oth. What? did they never whisper?
. I durft, my lord, to wager she is honest,
your will ?
Enter Desdemona and Æmilia.
Oth. Pray you, chuck, come hither.
face. Def. What horrible fancy's this?
Oth. Some of your fundion, mistress; Leave procreants alone, and shut the door, Cough, or cry, hem, if any body come. Your mistery, your miftery ;
Exit Emilia. Def. Upon my knee, what doth your speech im.
I understand a fury in your words,
Oth Why? what art thou ?
Oth. Come, swear it; damn thyself; left, being like
Of heav'n, the devils themselves should fear to seize
thee. Therefore be double-damn'd; swear, thou art honest.
Def. Heav'n doth truly know it.
Oth. Heav'n truly knows, That thou art false as hell.
Def. To whom, my lord ?
Oth. Ah, Desdemona! away, away, away-
. 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 pleas'd heav'n To try me with affliction, had he rain'd All kind of sores and shames on my bare head, Steep'd me in poverty to the very lips, Giv'n 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 To point his flow unmoving finger at Yet could I bear that too, well, very well. But there, where I have garner'd 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 thence, Patience, thou young, and rose-lip'd cherubin ; I here look grim as hell.
Def. I hope, my noble lord efteems me honest.
Oth. Oh, ay, as summer flies are in the shambles, That quicken ev'n with blowing.