Des. I will not stay to offend you.

Lod. Truly an obedient lady ;

I do beseech your lordship call her back.

Oth. Mistress,

Des. My lord?

Oth. What would you with her, sir?
Lod. Who, I, my lord?

[Going.

Oth. Ay; you did wish that I would make her turn:
Sir, she 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.-Proceed you in your tears?
Concerning this, sir,-O well-painted passion!--
I am commanded here,-Get you away;

I'll send for you anon.-Sir, I obey the mandate,
And will return to Venice :-Hence, avaunt!
Cassio shall have my place!-And, sir, to-night,
I do entreat that we may sup together.

You're welcome, sir, to Cyprus. Goats and monkeys! [Exeunt OTHELLO and DESDEMONA.

Lod. Is this the noble Moor, whom our full senate Call all-in-all sufficient? This the noble nature Whom passion could not shake? whose solid virtue The shot of accident, nor dart of chance,

Could neither graze nor pierce?

Lago. He is much changed.

Lod. What, strike his wife!

Iago. 'Faith, that was not so well: Yet 'would I knew,

That stroke would prove the worst.

Lod. Is it his use?

his blood,

And new-create this fault?

Iago. Alas! alas!

It is not honesty in me to speak

What I have seen and known. You shall observe him, And his own courses will denote him so,

That I may save my speech: Do but go after,

And mark how he continues.

Lod. I am sorry that I am deceived in him.

SCENE II.

[Exeunt

Cyprus.

Another Apartment in the Castle.

Enter EMILIA and OTHELLO.

Oth. You have seen nothing then?

Emil. Nor ever heard; nor ever did suspect. Oth. Yes, you have seen Cassio and she together. Emil. But then I saw no harm; and then I heard Every syllable that breath made up between them. Oth. What, did they never whisper?

Emil. Never, my lord.

Oth. Nor send you out o' the way?
Emil. Never.

Oth. To fetch her fan, her mask, her gloves, nor nothing?

Emil. Never.

Oth. That's strange.

Emil. I durst, my lord, to wager she is honest, Lay down my soul at stake: if you think other, Remove your thought; it doth abuse your bosom. If any wretch hath put this in your head, Let Heaven requite it with the serpent's curse! For, if she be not honest, chaste, and true, There's no man happy; the purest of her sex Is foul as slander.

Oth. Bid her come hither;-go. [Exit EMILIA.

She says enough-Yet she's a simple bawd,
That cannot say as much. This is a subtle whore,
A closet-lock-and-key of villainous secrets :

And yet she'll kneel and pray; I've seen her do't.

Enter DESDEMONA and EMILIA.

Des. My lord, what is your will?
Oth. 'Pray, chuck, come hither.
Des. What is your pleasure?
Oth. Let me see your eyes:—
Look in
my face.

Des. What horrible fancy's this?

Oth. Some of your function, mistress; Leave procreants alone, and shut the door; Cough, or cry--hem, if any body come: Your mystery, your mystery ;-nay, dispatch.

[Exit EMILIA. Des. Upon my knees, what doth your speech import?

I understand a fury in your words,

But not the words.

Oth. What art thou?

Des. Your wife, my lord-your true and loyal wife.

Oth. Come, swear it, damn thyself;

Lest, being like one of heaven, the devils themselves Should fear to seize thee; therefore be double-damn'd; Swear-thou art honest.

Des. Heaven doth truly know it.

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

Des. [Rises.] To whom, my lord? with whom? How am I false?

Oth. O Desdemona!-away! away! away!
Des. Alas, the heavy day!Why do you weep?
Am I the occasion of those 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.

Óth. Had it pleased Heaven

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,
Given to captivity, me and my hopes;

I should have found in some part of my soul
A drop of patience :-

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 there,
Patience,-thou young and rose-lipp'd cherubim,-
Ay, there, look grim as hell!

Des. I hope my noble lord esteems me honest. Oth. O, ay; as summer flies are in the shambles, That quicken e'en with blowing. O, thou weed, Who art so lovely fair, and smell'st so sweet, That the sense aches at thee,-'Would thou hadst ne'er been born!

Des. Alas, what ignorant sin have I committed? Oth. Was this fair paper, this most goodly book, Made to write whore upon ?-What committed? Heaven stops the nose at it, and the moon winks: The bawdy wind, that kisses all it meets,

Is hush'd within the hollow mine of earth,
And will not hear it!-What committed?---
Impudent strumpet!

Des. By Heaven, you do me wrong!
Oth. Are you not a strumpet?
Des. No, as I am a Christian.

Oth. I cry you mercy, then;

I took you for that cunning whore of Venice,
That marry'd with Othello.-You, mistress,-

That have the office opposite to Saint Peter,
And keep the gate of hell,-

Enter EMILIA.

You, you,-ay, you—

We've done our course: there's money for your pains; I pray you, turn the key and keep our counsel.

[Exit. Emil. Alas! what does this gentleman conceive? How do you, my good lady?

Good madam, what's the matter with

Des. With whom?

my lord?

Emil. With my lord, madam?

Des. Who is thy lord?

Emil. He that is yours, sweet lady.

Des. I have none-Do not talk to me, Emilia

Call thy husband hither.

Emil. Here is a change indeed!

[Exit.

Des. 'Tis meet I should be used so, very meet.

Enter IAGO and EMILIA.

Iago. What is your pleasure, madam? How is it with you ?

Emil. Alas, Iago, my lord has so bewhored her, Thrown such despite and heavy terms upon her, As true hearts cannot bear.

Des. Am I that name, lago? Iago. What name, fair lady? Des. Such as, she says, my lord did say I was. Emil. He call'd her, whore; a beggar, in his drink, Could not have laid such terms upon his callet. Iago. Why did he so?

Des. I do not know; I am sure I am none such. Iago. Do not weep, do not weep: Alas, the day! Emil. Hath she forsook so many noble matches, Her father, and her country, all her friends, To be call'd-whore? would it not make one weep?