Lod. Are his wits fafe? is he not light of brain? Jago. He's what he is; I may not breathe my cen fure; 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 stroke would prove the worst. Lod. Is it his use? Or did the letters work upon his blood, Iago. Alas, alas ! It is not honesty in me to speak What I have feen and known. You fhall obferve him, And his own courses will denote him fo, That I may fave my speech. Do but go after, And mark how he continues. Lod. I'm forry, that I am deceiv'd in him. [Exeunt. Changes to an Apartment in the Palace. Enter Othello and Æmilia, Oth. OU have feen nothing then? You Emil. Nor ever heard, nor ever did fufpect. 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 send you out o' th' Emil. Never. Ff2 Oth. To fetch her fan, her gloves, her mask, nor nothing? Emil. Never, my Lord. Emil. I durft, my Lord, to wager fhe is honeft, Lay down my foul at ftake: if you think other, Remove your thought, it doth abuse your bofom. If any wretch hath put this in your head, Let heaven requite it with the ferpent's curfe! Oth. Bid her come hither, go. [Exit Emilia. She fays enough; yet she's a simple bawd, That cannot fay as much. This is a fubtle whore, SCENE IX. Enter Defdemona and Emilia. 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. Def. What horrible fancy's this? Oth. [To Emilia.] Some of your function, mistress, Leave procreants alone, and fhut the door, Cough, or cry, bem, if any body come. Your mystery, your mystery.Nay, difpatch. [Exit Emilia. Def. Upon my knee, what doth your speech 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 don. POPE. Oth. 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 seize thee. Therefore be double-damn'd; fwear, thou art honeft. That thou art falfe as hell. Def. To whom, my Lord? Oth. Ah, Desdemona! away, away, away- If, haply, you my father do fufpect An inftrument of this your calling back, Lay not your blame on me; if you have loft him, Oth. Had it pleas'd heavens To try me with affliction, had they rain'd Giv❜n to captivity me and my utmost hopes; 6 The fountain from the which my current runs, Or else dries up; to be difcarded thence; Or keep it as a ciftern, for foul toads 6_garner'd up my heart,] and the fountain are improperly That is, treafured up; the garner conjoined. Ff3 Το To knot and gender in- Turn thy complexion there, Def. I hope, my noble Lord esteems me honest. Would, thou hadft ne'er been born! Def. Alas, what ignorant fin havé 1 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? Is hufh'd within the hollow mine of earth, ftrumpet! Def. By heaven, you do me wrong. If to preferve this Veffel for my Lord Def. Oh, heaven forgive us! Oth. I cry you mercy, then. - Impudent I took you for that cunning whore of Venice, 7 -Turn thy complexion there, &c.] At fuch an object do thou, Patience, thyfelf change colour; at this do thou, even thou, refy che qub 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, SCENE You, miftrefs, SCENE X. Enter Emilia. That have the office oppofite to St. Peter, And keep the gate of hell; You! you! ay, you! We have done our courfe, there's mony for your pains; I pray you, turn the key, and keep our counfel. [Exit. 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 Lord? Def. With whom? Emil. Why, with my Lord, madam! Def. Who is thy Lord? Emil. He that is yours, fweet lady. Def. I have none; do not talk to me, Emilia. I cannot weep; nor answer have I none, But what should go by water. Pray, to-night And call thy husband hither. Emil. Here's a change indeed! Remember; [Exit. Def. "Tis meet I fhould be used fo, very meet. How have I been behav'd, that he might stick • The small'ft opinion on my leaft mifufe? The fmall ft opinion on my leaft mifufe?] The old quarto reads, The fmall'ft opinion on my great'st abufe. Which I think is better, F f 4 SCENE |