Enter OTHELLO and EMILIA.
1 You have seen nothing then?
2 Nor ever heard, nor ever did suspect.
3 Yes, you have seen Cassio and she together.
4 But then I saw no harm, and then I heard
5 Each syllable that breath made up between them.
6 What, did they never whisper?
6 Never, my lord.
7 Nor send you out o' the way?
9 To fetch her fan, her gloves, her mask, nor nothing?
10 Never, my lord.
11 That's strange.
12 I durst, my lord, to wager she is honest,
13 Lay down my soul at stake: if you think other,
14 Remove your thought; it doth abuse your bosom.
15 If any wretch have put this in your head,
16 Let heaven requite it with the serpent's curse!
17 For, if she be not honest, chaste, and true,
18 There's no man happy; the purest of their wives
19 Is foul as slander.
19 Bid her come hither: go.
20 She says enough; yet she's a simple bawd
21 That cannot say as much. This is a subtle whore,
22 A closet lock and key of villainous secrets
23 And yet she'll kneel and pray; I have seen her do't.
Enter DESDEMONA and EMILIA.
24 My lord, what is your will?
24 Pray you, chuck, come hither.
25 What is your pleasure?
25 Let me see your eyes;
26 Look in my face.
26 What horrible fancy's this?
OTHELLO [To Emilia.]
27 Some of your function, mistress;
28 Leave procreants alone and shut the door;
29 Cough, or cry "hem," if anybody come:
30 Your mystery, your mystery: nay, dispatch.
31 Upon my knees, what doth your speech import?
32 I understand a fury in your words.
33 But not the words.
34 Why? What art thou?
34 Your wife, my lord; your true
35 And loyal wife.
35 Come, swear it, damn thyself
36 Lest, being like one of heaven, the devils themselves
37 Should fear to seize thee: therefore be double damn'd:
38 Swear thou art honest.
39 Heaven doth truly know it.
39 Heaven truly knows that thou art false as hell.
40 To whom, my lord? with whom? how am I false?
41 Ah Desdemon! Away! away! away!
42 Alas the heavy day! Why do you weep?
43 Am I the motive of these tears, my lord?
44 If haply you my father do suspect
45 An instrument of this your calling back,
46 Lay not your blame on me: If you have lost him,
47 Why, I have lost him too.
47 Had it pleased heaven
48 To try me with affliction; had they rain'd
49 All kinds of sores and shames on my bare head.
50 Steep'd me in poverty to the very lips,
51 Given to captivity me and my utmost hopes,
52 I should have found in some place of my soul
53 A drop of patience: but, alas, to make me
54 A fixed figure for the time of scorn
55 To point his slow unmoving finger at!
56 Yet could I bear that too; well, very well:
57 But there, where I have garner'd up my heart,
58 Where either I must live, or bear no life;
59 The fountain from the which my current runs,
60 Or else dries up; to be discarded thence!
61 Or keep it as a cistern for foul toads
62 To knot and gender in! Turn thy complexion there,
63 Patience, thou young and rose-lipp'd cherubin,
64 Ay, there, look grim as hell!
65 I hope my noble lord esteems me honest.
66 O, ay; as summer flies are in the shambles,
67 That quicken even with blowing. O thou weed,
68 Who art so lovely fair and smell'st so sweet
69 That the sense aches at thee, would thou hadst ne'er been born!
70 Alas, what ignorant sin have I committed?
71 Was this fair paper, this most goodly book,
72 Made to write "whore" upon? What committed?
73 Committed? O thou public commoner!
74 I should make very forges of my cheeks,
75 That would to cinders burn up modesty,
76 Did I but speak thy deeds. What committed!
77 Heaven stops the nose at it and the moon winks,
78 The bawdy wind that kisses all it meets
79 Is hush'd within the hollow mine of earth,
80 And will not hear it. What committed?
81 Impudent strumpet!
81 By heaven, you do me wrong.
82 Are you not a strumpet?
82 No, as I am a Christian:
83 If to preserve this vessel for my lord
84 From any other foul unlawful touch
85 Be not to be a strumpet, I am none.
86 What, not a whore?
86 No, as I shall be saved.
87 Is't possible?
88 O, heaven forgive us!
88 I cry you mercy, then:
89 I took you for that cunning whore of Venice
90 That married with Othello.
[Calling out to Emilia.]
90 You, mistress,
91 That have the office opposite to Saint Peter,
92 And keeps the gate of hell! You, you, ay, you!
93 We have done our course; there's money for your pains:
94 I pray you, turn the key and keep our counsel.
95 Alas, what does this gentleman conceive?
96 How do you, madam? how do you, my good lady?
97 'Faith, half asleep.
98 Good madam, what's the matter with my lord?
99 With who?
100 Why, with my lord, madam.
101 Who is thy lord?
101 He that is yours, sweet lady.
102 I have none: do not talk to me, Emilia;
103 I cannot weep; nor answer have I none,
104 But what should go by water. Prithee, tonight
105 Lay on my bed my wedding sheets: remember;
106 And call thy husband hither.
106 Here's a change indeed!
107 'Tis meet I should be used so, very meet.
108 How have I been behaved, that he might stick
109 The small'st opinion on my least misuse?
Enter IAGO and EMILIA.
110 What is your pleasure, madam? How is't with you?
111 I cannot tell. Those that do teach young babes
112 Do it with gentle means and easy tasks:
113 He might have chid me so; for, in good faith,
114 I am a child to chiding.
114 What is the matter, lady?
115 Alas, Iago, my lord hath so bewhored her.
116 Thrown such despite and heavy terms upon her,
117 As true hearts cannot bear.
118 Am I that name, Iago?
118 What name, fair lady?
119 Such as she says my lord did say I was.
120 He call'd her whore. A beggar in his drink
121 Could not have laid such terms upon his callet.
122 Why did he so?
123 I do not know; I am sure I am none such.
124 Do not weep, do not weep. Alas the day!
125 Hath she forsook so many noble matches,
126 Her father and her country and her friends,
127 To be call'd whore? would it not make one weep?
128 It is my wretched fortune.
128 Beshrew him for't!
129 How comes this trick upon him?
129 Nay, heaven doth know.
130 I will be hang'd, if some eternal villain,
131 Some busy and insinuating rogue,
132 Some cogging, cozening slave, to get some office,
133 Have not devised this slander; I will be hang'd else.
134 Fie, there is no such man; it is impossible.
135 If any such there be, heaven pardon him!
136 A halter pardon him! and hell gnaw his bones!
137 Why should he call her whore? who keeps her company?
138 What place? what time? what form? what likelihood?
139 The Moor's abused by some most villainous knave,
140 Some base notorious knave, some scurvy fellow.
141 O heaven, that such companions thou'ldst unfold,
142 And put in every honest hand a whip
143 To lash the rascals naked through the world
144 Even from the east to the west!
144 Speak within door.
145 O, fie upon them! Some such squire he was
146 That turn'd your wit the seamy side without,
147 And made you to suspect me with the Moor.
148 You are a fool; go to.
148 Alas, Iago,
149 What shall I do to win my lord again?
150 Good friend, go to him; for, by this light of heaven,
151 I know not how I lost him. Here I kneel:
152 If e'er my will did trespass 'gainst his love,
153 Either in discourse of thought or actual deed,
154 Or that mine eyes, mine ears, or any sense,
155 Delighted them in any other form;
156 Or that I do not yet, and ever did.
157 And ever willthough he do shake me off
158 To beggarly divorcementlove him dearly,
159 Comfort forswear me! Unkindness may do much;
160 And his unkindness may defeat my life,
161 But never taint my love. I cannot say "whore":
162 It does abhor me now I speak the word;
163 To do the act that might the addition earn
164 Not the world's mass of vanity could make me.
165 I pray you, be content; 'tis but his humor:
166 The business of the state does him offence,
167 And he does chide with you.
168 If 'twere no other
168 'Tis but so, I warrant.
169 Hark, how these instruments summon to supper!
170 The messengers of Venice stay the meat;
171 Go in, and weep not; all things shall be well.
Exeunt Desdemona and Emilia.
172 How now, Roderigo!
173 I do not find that thou dealest justly with me.
174 What in the contrary?
175 Every day thou daffest me with some device, Iago;
176 and rather, as it seems to me now, keepest from me
177 all conveniency than suppliest me with the least
178 advantage of hope. I will indeed no longer endure
179 it, nor am I yet persuaded to put up in peace what
180 already I have foolishly suffered.
181 Will you hear me, Roderigo?
182 'Faith, I have heard too much, for your words and
183 performances are no kin together.
184 You charge me most unjustly.
185 With nought but truth. I have wasted myself out of
186 my means. The jewels you have had from me to
187 deliver to Desdemona would half have corrupted a
188 votarist: you have told me she hath received them
189 and returned me expectations and comforts of sudden
190 respect and acquaintance, but I find none.
191 Well; go to; very well.
192 Very well! go to! I cannot go to, man; nor 'tis
193 not very well: nay, I think it is scurvy, and begin
194 to find myself fopp'd in it.
195 Very well.
196 I tell you 'tis not very well. I will make myself
197 known to Desdemona: if she will return me my
198 jewels, I will give over my suit and repent my
199 unlawful solicitation; if not, assure yourself I
200 will seek satisfaction of you.
201 You have said now.
202 Ay, and said nothing but what I protest intendment
203 of doing.
204 Why, now I see there's mettle in thee, and even from
205 this instant to build on thee a better opinion than
206 ever before. Give me thy hand, Roderigo: thou hast
207 taken against me a most just exception; but yet, I
208 protest, I have dealt most directly in thy affair.
209 It hath not appeared.
210 I grant indeed it hath not appeared, and your
211 suspicion is not without wit and judgment. But,
212 Roderigo, if thou hast that in thee indeed, which I
213 have greater reason to believe now than ever, I mean
214 purpose, courage and valor, this night show it: if
215 thou the next night following enjoy not Desdemona,
216 take me from this world with treachery and devise
217 engines for my life.
218 Well, what is it? is it within reason and
220 Sir, there is especial commission come from Venice
221 to depute Cassio in Othello's place.
222 Is that true? why, then Othello and Desdemona
223 return again to Venice.
224 O, no; he goes into Mauritania and takes away with
225 him the fair Desdemona, unless his abode be
226 lingered here by some accident: wherein none can be
227 so determinate as the removing of Cassio.
228 How do you mean, removing of him?
229 Why, by making him uncapable of Othello's place;
230 knocking out his brains.
231 And that you would have me to do?
232 Ay, if you dare do yourself a profit and a right.
233 He sups tonight with a harlotry, and thither will I
234 go to him: he knows not yet of his honorable
235 fortune. If you will watch his going thence, which
236 I will fashion to fall out between twelve and one,
237 you may take him at your pleasure: I will be near
238 to second your attempt, and he shall fall between
239 us. Come, stand not amazed at it, but go along with
240 me; I will show you such a necessity in his death
241 that you shall think yourself bound to put it on
242 him. It is now high suppertime, and the night grows
243 to waste: about it.
244 I will hear further reason for this.
245 And you shall be satisfied.