The Works of William Shakespeare [Cambridge Edition] [Vol. 8 of 9]The Works of William Shakespeare [Cambridge Edition] [Vol. 8 of 9]

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Scene II

A room in the castle.[6389]

Enter Othello and Emilia.

Oth. You have seen nothing, then?[6390][6391]
Emil. Nor ever heard, nor ever did suspect.[6390]
Oth. Yes, you have seen Cassio and she together.[6390][6392]
Emil. But then I saw no harm, and then I heard
Each syllable that breath made up between them.[6393] 5
Oth. What, did they never whisper?
Emil. Never, my lord.
Oth. Nor send you out o' the way?[6394]
Emil. Never.[6395]
Oth. To fetch her fan, her gloves, her mask, nor nothing?[6396]
Emil. Never, my lord. 10
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 have put this in your head,[6397] 15
Let heaven requite it with the serpent's curse![6398]
For if she be not honest, chaste and true,
There's no man happy; the purest of their wives[6399]
Is foul as slander.
Oth. Bid her come hither: go. [Exit Emilia.[6400]
She says enough: yet she's a simple bawd 20
That cannot say as much. This is a subtle whore,[6401]
A closet lock and key of villanous secrets:[6402]
And yet she'll kneel and pray; I have seen her do't.

Enter Desdemona with Emilia.[6403]

Des. My lord, what is your will?
Oth. Pray, chuck, come hither.[6404]
Des. What is your pleasure?
Oth. Let me see your eyes;[6405] 25
Look in my face.[6405]
Des. What horrible fancy's this?
Oth. [To Emilia] Some of your function, mistress;[6406]
Leave procreants alone and shut the door;
Cough, or cry hem, if any body come:
Your mystery, your mystery: nay, dispatch. [Exit Emilia.[6407]30
Des. Upon my knees, what doth your speech import?[6408]
I understand a fury in your words,
But not the words.[6409][6410]
Oth. Why, what art thou?[6410]
Des. Your wife, my lord; your true and loyal wife.[6410] 35
Oth. Come, swear it, damn thyself;[6410][6411]
Lest, being like one of heaven, the devils themselves[6411][6412]
Should fear to seize thee: therefore be double-damn'd;[6411][6413]
Swear thou art honest.[6411]
Des. Heaven doth truly know it.
Oth. Heaven truly knows that thou art false as hell.[6414] 40
Des. To whom, my lord? with whom? how am I false?[6415]
Oth. O Desdemona! Away! away! away![6416]
Des. Alas the heavy day! Why do you weep?[6417]
Am I the motive of these tears, my lord?[6418]
If haply you my father do suspect[6419] 45
An instrument of this your calling back,
Lay not your blame on me: if you have lost him,[6420][6421]
Why, I have lost him too.[6421]
Oth. Had it pleased heaven[6422]
To try me with affliction; had they rain'd[6423]
All kinds of sores and shames on my bare head,[6424] 50
Steep'd me in poverty to the very lips,
Given to captivity me and my utmost hopes,[6425]
I should have found in some place of my soul[6426]
A drop of patience: but, alas, to make me[6427]
A fixed figure for the time of scorn[6428] 55
To point his slow unmoving finger at![6428]
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,[6429] 60
Or else dries up; to be discarded thence!
Or keep it as a cistern for foul toads[6430]
To knot and gender in! Turn thy complexion there,[6431][6432]
Patience, thou young and rose-lipp'd cherubin,[6431][6433]
Ay, there, look grim as hell![6431][6434] 65
Des. I hope my noble lord esteems me honest.[6435]
Oth. O, ay; as summer flies are in the shambles,[6436]
That quicken even with blowing. O thou weed,[6437][6438]
Who art so lovely fair and smell'st so sweet[6437][6439]
That the sense aches at thee, would thou hadst ne'er been born![6437][6440] 70
Des. Alas, what ignorant sin have I committed?
Oth. Was this fair paper, this most goodly book,
Made to write 'whore' upon? What committed![6441]
Committed! O thou public commoner![6442]
I should make very forges of my cheeks,[6442][6443] 75
That would to cinders burn up modesty,[6442]
Did I but speak thy deeds. What committed![6442][6444]
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,[6445] 80
And will not hear it. What committed![6446]
Impudent strumpet![6447]
Des. By heaven, you do me wrong.
Oth. Are not you a strumpet?
Des. No, as I am a Christian:
If to preserve this vessel for my lord
From any other foul unlawful touch[6448] 85
Be not to be a strumpet, I am none.
Oth. What, not a whore?
Des. No, as I shall be saved.
Oth. Is't possible?
Des. O, heaven forgive us!
Oth. I cry you mercy then:[6449]
I took you for that cunning whore of Venice 90
That married with Othello. [Raising his voice] You, mistress,[6450]
That have the office opposite to Saint Peter,
And keep the gate of hell!

Re-enter Emilia.

You, you, ay, you![6451]
We have done our course; there's money for your pains:[6452]
I pray you, turn the key, and keep our counsel. [Exit. 95
Emil. Alas, what does this gentleman conceive?
How do you, madam? how do you, my good lady?
Des. Faith, half asleep.
Emil. Good madam, what's the matter with my lord?[6453]
Des. With who?[6454] 100
Emil. Why, with my lord, madam.[6455]
Des. Who is thy lord?
Emil. He that is yours, sweet lady.[6456]
Des. I have none: do not talk to me, Emilia;[6457]
I cannot weep, nor answer have I none[6458]
But what should go by water. Prithee, to-night[6459] 105
Lay on my bed my wedding sheets: remember;[6460]
And call thy husband hither.
Emil. Here's a change indeed! [Exit.[6461]
Des. 'Tis meet I should be used so, very meet.[6462]
How have I been behaved, that he might stick
The small'st opinion on my least misuse? 110

Re-enter Emilia with Iago.[6463]

Iago. What is your pleasure, madam? How is't with you?[6464]
Des. I cannot tell. Those that do teach young babes[6465]
Do it with gentle means and easy tasks:
He might have chid me so; for, in good faith,[6466]
I am a child to chiding.
Iago. What's the matter, lady?[6467] 115
Emil. Alas, Iago, my lord hath so bewhored her,
Thrown such despite and heavy terms upon her,
As true hearts cannot bear.[6468]
Des. Am I that name, Iago?
Iago. What name, fair lady?
Des. Such as she says my lord did say I was.[6469] 120
Emil. He call'd her whore: a beggar in his drink
Could not have laid such terms upon his callat.[6470]
Iago. Why did he so?
Des. I do not know; I am sure I am none such.[6471]
Iago. Do not weep, do not weep. Alas the day! 125
Emil. Hath she forsook so many noble matches,[6472]
Her father and her country and her friends,[6473]
To be call'd whore? would it not make one weep?
Des. It is my wretched fortune.
Iago. Beshrew him for't![6474][6475]
How comes this trick upon him?[6474]
Des. Nay, heaven doth know. 130
Emil. I will be hang'd, if some eternal villain,
Some busy and insinuating rogue,
Some cogging, cozening slave, to get some office,
Have not devised this slander; I'll be hang'd else.[6476]
Iago. Fie, there is no such man; it is impossible. 135
Des. If any such there be, heaven pardon him![6477]
Emil. A halter pardon him! and hell gnaw his bones![6478]
Why should he call her whore? who keeps her company?[6478]
What place? what time? what form? what likelihood?[6478]
The Moor's abused by some most villanous knave,[6479] 140
Some base notorious knave, some scurvy fellow.
O heaven, that such companions thou'ldst unfold,[6480]
And put in every honest hand a whip
To lash the rascals naked through the world[6481]
Even from the east to the west!
Iago. Speak within door.[6482] 145
Emil. O, fie upon them! Some such squire he was[6483]
That turn'd your wit the seamy side without,
And made you to suspect me with the Moor.
Iago. You are a fool; go to.
Des. O good Iago,[6484]
What shall I do to win my lord again? 150
Good friend, go to him; for, by this light of heaven,[6485]
I know not how I lost him. Here I kneel:[6486][6487]
If e'er my will did trespass 'gainst his love[6487]
Either in discourse of thought or actual deed,[6487][6488]
Or that mine eyes, mine ears, or any sense,[6487] 155
Delighted them in any other form,[6487][6489]
Or that I do not yet, and ever did,[6487]
And ever will, though he do shake me off[6487]
To beggarly divorcement, love him dearly,[6487]
Comfort forswear me! Unkindness may do much;[6487][6490] 160
And his unkindness may defeat my life,[6487]
But never taint my love. I cannot say 'whore':[6487][6491]
It doth abhor me now I speak the word;[6487][6492]
To do the act that might the addition earn[6487]
Not the world's mass of vanity could make me.[6487] 165
Iago. I pray you, be content; 'tis but his humour:
The business of the state does him offence,
And he does chide with you.[6493]
Des. If 'twere no other,—
Iago. 'Tis but so, I warrant. [Trumpets within.[6494]
Hark, how these instruments summon to supper![6495] 170
The messengers of Venice stay the meat:[6496]
Go in, and weep not; all things shall be well.

[Exeunt Desdemona and Emilia.[6497]

Enter Roderigo.

How now, Roderigo![6498]
Rod. I do not find that thou dealest justly with me.[6499]
Iago. What in the contrary? 175
Rod. Every day thou daffest me with some device,[6500][6501]
Iago; and rather, as it seems to me now, keepest from me[6502][6501]
all conveniency than suppliest me with the least advantage[6501][6503][6504]
of hope. I will indeed no longer endure it; nor am I yet[6501][6504]
persuaded to put up in peace what already I have foolishly[6501] 180
suffered.[6501]
Iago. Will you hear me, Roderigo?
Rod. Faith, I have heard too much; for your words[6505][6506]
and performances are no kin together.[6506][6507]
Iago. You charge me most unjustly. 185
Rod. With nought but truth. I have wasted myself[6508]
out of my means. The jewels you have had from me to[6509]
deliver to Desdemona would half have corrupted a votarist:[6510]
you have told me she hath received them and returned[6511]
me expectations and comforts of sudden respect[6512] 190
and acquaintance; but I find none.[6513]
Iago. Well; go to; very well.[6514]
Rod. Very well! go to! I cannot go to, man; nor 'tis[6515]
not very well: by this hand, I say 'tis very scurvy, and[6516]
begin to find myself fopped in it.[6517] 195
Iago. Very well.
Rod. I tell you 'tis not very well. I will make myself[6518]
known to Desdemona: if she will return me my jewels, I
will give over my suit and repent my unlawful solicitation;
if not, assure yourself I will seek satisfaction of you.[6519] 200
Iago. You have said now.[6520]
Rod. Ay, and said nothing but what I protest intendment[6521][6522]
of doing.[6522]
Iago. Why, now I see there's mettle in thee; and even
from this instant do build on thee a better opinion than[6523] 205
ever before. Give me thy hand, Roderigo: thou hast taken
against me a most just exception; but yet, I protest, I[6524]
have dealt most directly in thy affair.[6525]
Rod. It hath not appeared.
Iago. I grant indeed it hath not appeared, and your 210
suspicion is not without wit and judgement. But, Roderigo,
if thou hast that in thee indeed, which I have greater reason[6526]
to believe now than ever, I mean purpose, courage
and valour, this night show it: if thou the next night following
enjoy not Desdemona, take me from this world[6527] 215
with treachery and devise engines for my life.
Rod. Well, what is it? is it within reason and compass?[6528]
Iago. Sir, there is especial commission come from[6529][6530]
Venice to depute Cassio in Othello's place.[6530]
Rod. Is that true? why then Othello and Desdemona[6530] 220
return again to Venice.[6530]
Iago. O, no; he goes into Mauritania, and takes away[6530][6531]
with him the fair Desdemona, unless his abode be lingered[6530]
here by some accident: wherein none can be so determinate[6530][6532]
as the removing of Cassio.[6530] 225
Rod. How do you mean, removing of him?[6530][6533]
Iago. Why, by making him uncapable of Othello's[6530][6534]
place; knocking out his brains.[6530]
Rod. And that you would have me to do?[6535]
Iago. Ay, if you dare do yourself a profit and a right.[6536] 230
He sups to-night with a harlotry, and thither will I go to him:[6537]
he knows not yet of his honourable fortune. If you will
watch his going thence, which I will fashion to fall out between
twelve and one, you may take him at your pleasure:
I will be near to second your attempt, and he shall fall between 235
us. Come, stand not amazed at it, but go along with
me; I will show you such a necessity in his death that you
shall think yourself bound to put it on him. It is now high[6538]
supper-time, and the night grows to waste: about it.[6539]
Rod. I will hear further reason for this. 240
Iago. And you shall be satisfied. [Exeunt.[6540]

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