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Lod. Are his wits fafe? is he not light of brain? Jago. He's what he is; I may not breathe my cen
What he might be, if what he might he is not,
Lod. What, ftrike his wife!
Iago. 'Faith, that was not fo well; yet 'would I knew,
That stroke would prove the worst.
Or did the letters work upon 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 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.
Changes to an Apartment in the Palace.
Enter Othello and Æmilia.
Oib. YOU have feen nothing then?
Emil. Nor ever heard, nor ever did sus
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
Oth. To fetch her fan, her gloves, her mask, nor
Emil. Never, my Lord.
Emil. I durft, my Lord, to wager she is honeft,
Oth. Bid her come hither, go. [Exit Emilia. She fays enough; yet fhe's a fimple bawd,
That cannot fay as much. This is a fubtle whore,
Enter Defdemona and Æmilia.
Def. My Lord, what is your will?
Oth. Pray you, Chuck, come hither.
Oth. Let me fee your eyes. Look in my face.
Oth. [To Emilia.] Some of your function, mistress;
Your mystery, your mystery.Nay, dispatch.
Def. Upon my knee, what doth your fpeech import? I understand a fury in your words,
But not your words.
5 But not your words.] This line is added out of the first edi
Oth. Why? what art thou?
Def. Your wife, my Lord; your true and loyal wife. Oth, Come, fwear it; damn thyself; left, being like one
Of heaven, the devils themselves fhould fear to feize thee.
Therefore be double-damn'd; fwear, thou art honeft. Def. Heaven doth truly know it.
Oth. Heaven truly knows, That thou art falfe as hell.
Def. To whom, my Lord? With whom? How am I falfe?
Oth. Ah, Defdemona! away, away, away.
Oth. Had it pleas'd heavens
To try me with affliction, had they rain'd
and the fountain are improperly conjoined. Ff3
6-garner'd up my heart,] That is, treasured up; the garner
To knot and gender in- Turn thy complexion there,
Def. I hope, my noble Lord efteems me honeft.
Would, thou hadft ne'er been born!
Def. Alas, what ignorant fin havé I committed? Oth. Was this fair paper, this most goodly book, Made to write whore upon? what, what committed? Committed?oh, thou publick commoner! I should make very forges of my cheeks, That would to cynders burn up modefty, Did but I fpeak thy deeds. What, what committed? Heaven stops the nofe at it, and the moon winks; The bawdy wind, that kiffes all it meets,
Is hufh'd within the hollow mine of earth,
And will not hear 't. What committed? - Impudent ftrumpet!
Def. By heaven, you do me wrong.
If to preferve this Veffel for my Lord
Def. Oh, heaven forgive us!
I took you for that cunning whore of Venice,
That married with Othello
7 Turn thy complexion there, &c.] At fuch an object do thou, Patience, thy felf change colour; at this do thou, even thou, rofy che sub as thou art, look grim as hell,
The old editions and the new have it,
I bere look grim as kell. I was written for aye, and not fince corrected,
That have the office oppofite to St. Peter,
And keep the gate of hell; You! you! ay, you! We have done our course, there's mony for your pains; I pray you, turn the key, and keep our counfel.
Emil. Alas,.what does this gentleman conceive? How do you, madam? how do you, my good lady? Def. 'Faith, half asleep.
Emil. Good madam, what's the matter with my
Def. With whom?
Emil. Why, with my Lord, madam!
Emil. He that is yours, fweet lady.
Def. I have none; do not talk to me, Emilia.
Emil. Here's a change indeed!
The Small ft opinion on my
F f 4
The mall'st opinion on my great's abufe.
Which I think is better,