Oth. Pray, chuck, come hither. Let me see your eyes; Des. What is your pleasure? Oth. Look in my face. Des. [To EMILIA. Leave procreants alone, and shut the door; [Exit EMILIA. Des. Upon my knees, what doth your speech import ? I understand a fury in your words, But not the words. Oth. Why, what art thou? Des. And loyal wife. Oth. Your wife, my lord; your true Come, swear it, damn thyself; Lest, being like one of heaven, the devils themselves Should fear to seize thee: therefore be double dainn'd, Swear-thou art honest. Des. Heaven doth truly know it. Oth. Heaven truly knows, that thou art false as hell. Des. 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 these 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. Oth. To try me with affliction; Had it pleas'd heaven had he rain'd VOL. IX. FF All kinds of sores, and shames, on my bare head; Given to captivity me and my utmost hopes; To point his slow unmoving finger at,- Yet could I bear that too; well, very well: To knot and gender in-turn thy complexion there! Patience, thou young and rose-lipp'd cherubin; Des. I hope, my noble lord esteems me honest. Des. Alas, what ignorant sin have I committed? Oth. Was this fair paper, this most goodly book, Made to write whore upon? What committed! Committed!-0 thou publick commoner! I should make very forges of my cheeks, 4 garner'd up my heart;] That is, treasured up; the garner and the fountain are improperly conjoined. turn thy complexion there! &c.] At such an object do thou, patience, thyself change colour; at this do thou, even thou, rosy cherub as thou art, look as grim as hell. The bawdy wind, that kisses all it meets, Des. By heaven, you do me wrong. Oth. Are not you a strumpet? No, as I am a christian: If to preserve this vessel for my lord, Des. Oth. Is it possible? No, as I shall be saved. Des. O, heaven forgive us! I took you I cry you mercy, then; for that cunning whore of Venice, That married with Othello.-You, mistress, Re-enter EMILIA. That have the office opposite to Saint Peter, pains; I pray you, turn the key, and keep our counsel. [Exit. 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? Des. With who? Emil. Why, with my lord, madam. He that is yours, sweet lady. Des. Who is thy lord? Emil. Des. I have none: Do not talk to me, Emilia; cannot weep; nor answer I have none, But what should go by water. Pr'ythee, to-night Lay on my bed my wedding sheets,-remember;And call thy husband hither. Emil. `Here is a change, indeed! [Exit. Des. "Tis meet I should be us'd so, very meet. How have I been behav'd, that he might stick The small'st opinion on my great'st abuse? Re-enter EMILIA, with IAGO. Iago. What is your pleasure, madam? How is it with you? Des. I cannot tell. Those, that do teach young babes, Do it with gentle means, and easy tasks: Iago. What's the matter, lady? Emil. Alas, Iago, my lord hath so bewhor'd her, Thrown such despite and heavy terms upon her, As true hearts cannot bear. Des. Am I that name, Iago? 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. lago. 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. Has she forsook so many noble matches, Her father, and her country, and her friends, To be call'd-whore? would it not make one weep? Des. It is my wretched fortune. 6 upon his callet.] Callet is a lewd woman; so called (says Dr. Grey) from the French calote, which was a sort of headdress worn by country girls. Iago. How comes this trick upon him? Des. Beshrew him for it! Nay, heaven doth know. 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 devis'd this slander; I'll be hang'd else. lago. Fye, there is no such man; it is impossible. Des. If any such there be, heaven pardon him! Emil. A halter pardon him! and hell gnaw his bones! Why should he call her, whore? who keeps her company? What place? what time? what form? what likelihood? The Moor's abus'd by some most villainous knave, To lash the rascal naked through the world, Iago. Speak within door. Emil. O, fye upon him! some such squire he was, That turn'd your wit the seamy side without,9 And made you to suspect me with the Moor. Iago. You are a fool; go to. Des. O good Iago, What shall I do to win my lord again? Good friend, go to him; for, by this light of heaven, Here I kneel: I know not how I lost him. If e'er my will did trespass 'gainst his love, 7 such companions-] Companion, in the time of Shakspeare, was used as a word of contempt, in the same sense as fellow is at this day. 8 Speak within door.] Do not clamour so as to be heard beyond the house. 9 the seamy side without,] That is, inside out. |