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kerchief I tremble at it Nature would not in-
vest herself in such shadowing without some induction
--It is not words that shake me thus--pish-noses-
ears and lips-mis't possible confefs--handker-
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SCENE V.

Othello's exceffive Fondness of his

Wife.
A fine woman! a fair woman! a sweet woman!
Iago. Nay, you must forget that.

Oth. Ay, let her rot and perish and be damn'd to. night, for she shall not live. No, my heart is turn'd to stone: I strike it, and it hurts my hand -Oh, the world hath not a sweeter creature She might lie by an emperor's fide and command him tasks.

Iago. Nay, that's not your way;

Oth. Hang her, I do but say what she is so deli cate with her needle-an admirable mufician Oh, she will fing the favageness out of a bear: of so high and plenteous wit and invention !

lago. She's the worse for all this.

Oih. Oh, a thousand, a thousand times : and then of fo gentle condition !

Iago. Ay, too gentle.

Oth. Nay, that's certain-but yet the pity of it, lago-Oh, lago, the pity of it.

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SCENE VI. Othello's Speech, after having received

the Mandate when confirm'd in his Suspicions.
Ay! you did wish that I would make her turn;
Sir, The can turn and turn, and yet go on,
And turn again. And she can weep, Sir, weep;
And she's obedient : as you say obedient;
Very obedient--proeeed you in your tears-
Concerning this, "Sirmoh well painted passion!
I am commanded home-get you away,
I'll send for you anon-Sir, I obey the mandate,

And

And will return to Vinice-Hence, avant! [Ex. De
Caffio fhall have my place, And, Sir, to-night
I do entreat, that we may sup together.
You are welcome, Sir, to Cyprus
Goats and monkies!

[Exit Othello.

SCENE IX. His pathetic Upbraiding of his Wife.

Def. Upon my knee, what doth your speech import?
I understand a fúry in your words,
But not your words.

Oth. Why? what art thou?
Def. Your wife, my lord ; your true and loyal wife.

Oih. Come swear it; damn thyself, lest being like one
Of heav'n, the devils themselves should fear to seize thee,
Therefore be double-damn'd; swear thou art honest.

Def. Heaven doth truly know it.

Oth. Heaven truly knows, That thou art false as hell.

Def. To whom, my lord ? With whom? How am I false?

Oth. Ah, Desdemona, away, away, away.

Def. 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.

otb. Had it pleas'd heaven,
To try me with affliction, had he rain'd
All kind of fores 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 inake me
A fixed figure for the hand of fcorn
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

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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 ; (10) Turn thy complexion

there,
Patience, thou young and rose-lipp'd cherubin,
Ay, there look grim

as hell.
Def. I hope my noble lord esteems me honest.

Oth. Oh, ay, as fummer-flies are in the shambles,
That quicken even with blowing. (11) O thou weed!
Who art so lovely fair, and smell'st to sweet,
That the sense akes at thee;
Would thou hadít ne'er been born!

Def. Alas! what ignorant fin have I committed ?

Oih. Was this fair paper, this most goodly book,
Made to write whore upon ? what, what committed ?
Committed ? Oh, thou public commoner,
I should make very forges of my cheeks
That would to cinders burn up modesty,
Did I but speak thy deeds. What, what committed ?
Heav'n stops the nose at it, and the moon winks ;
The bawdy, wind that kisses all it meets,
Is hulh'd within the hollow mine of earth,

And

(10) Turn, &c.] i. e. Patience, thou young, &c. there, (upon the fight of that, a light so shocking and intolerable) turn thy come plexion--Ay, do more than that, not only turn thy complexion but Isoke grim as hell, horrible as a fiend, and unlike thyself, a young and rose-lipp'd cherubin.This is a natural and fine sense, and thus the words come nearest those found in the old editions : the Oxford editor reads,

There, there look grim as hell.
And Mr. Warburton,

Turn thy complexion thence.com

I here look grim as hell. (11) Othou, &c.] This paffage seems to need no alteration : “ Oh thou weed who are not only so lovely fair, inviting us to smell, but also doft really smell fo fweer that, &c. VOL. III.

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And will not hear't. What committed ? impudent

strumpet!
Des. By heaven you do me wrong.
Oib. Are not you a strumpet ?
Def. No, as I am a christian.
If to preserve this vessel for my lord
From

any

other foul, unlawful touch, Be not to be a strumpet, I am none.

Oth. What, not a whore !
Def. No, as I shall be saved.
Oth. Is't possible ?
Def. Oh, heav'n forgive us.

Oth. I cry your mercy, then.
I took you for that cunning whore of Venice,
That married with Othello.

Scene XI. Desdemona's Faithfulness. Alas, Iago! What shall I do to win my lord again? Good friend go to him ; for by this light of heav'n, I know not how I lost him. (12) Here I kneel;

[Kneeling If e'er my will did trespass 'gainst his love, Or in discourse or thought, or actual deed; Or that mine eyes, mine ears, or any

sense Delighted them on any other form; Or that I do not yet and ever did,

And

(12) Sec p. 76, preceding:

-Quoties tentamina nofra pudici
Reppulerint mores : quoties ego, dixerit, uni
Servor, ubicunque eft ; uni mea gaudia fervo.

Ovid. Met. L. 7.
Her answer was, oft as my suit I press'd,
For one alone I guard this spotless breast,
To one, where'er he is, from me disjoin'd,
The wishes of my soul are all confin'd.

Pope.

And ever will, though he do shake me off
To beggarly divorcement, love him dearly,
Comfort forfwear me. Unkindness

may

do much, And his unkindness

inay

defeat But never taint

iny

love.

my life,

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A Bed-chamber : Desdemona is discovered asleep

in ber Bed.

Enter Othello, with a light and a sword.
Oth. It is the cause, it is the cause, my soul :
Let me not name it to you, ye chaste stars,
It is the cause. Yet I'll not shed her blood,
Nor scar that whiter skin of hers than snow,
And smooth as monumental alabaster:

[Lays dorun the fuord.
Yet she must die, else she'll betray more men:
(13) Put out the light, and then put out the light.
If I quench thee, thou flaming minister,
I can again thy former light restore,
Should I repent; but once put out thy light,
Thou cunning'ít pattern of excelling nature,
I know not where is that Promethean heat,
That can thy light re-lumine.

[Sets down the taper. When I have pluck'd thy rose, I cannot give it vital growth again ; It needs must wither. -I'll linell thee on the tree.

(Kifing her. O balmy breath, that doft almost persuade

Justice

(13) Put out, &c.] The present passage hath been much cri. ticised upon, and is so generally known and talk'd of, there remains little to be said concerning it : I thall therefore only add the manner of reading it, which I have adopted, not only as most universally received, but it also seems to be most worthy of Shakespear.

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