2646Othe. Mistris.

2647Des. My Lord.

2648Othe. What would you with her, Sir?

2649Lod. Who I, my Lord?

2650Othe. I, you did wish, that I would make her turne:

2651Sir, she can turne, and turne: and yet go on

2652And turne againe. And she can weepe, Sir, weepe.

2653And she's obedient: as you say obedient.

2654Very obedient: proceed you in your teares.

2655Concerning this Sir, (oh well-painted passion)

2656I am commanded home: get you away:

2657Ile send for you anon. Sir I obey the Mandate,

2658And will returne to Venice. Hence, auaunt:

2659Cassio shall haue my Place. And Sir, to night

2660I do entreat, that we may sup together.

2661You are welcome Sir to Cyprus.

2662Goates, and Monkeys. Exit.

2663Lod. Is this the Noble Moore, whom our full Senate

2664Call all in all sufficient? Is this the Nature

2665Whom Passion could not shake? Whose solid vertue

2666The shot of Accident, nor dart of Chance

2667Could neither graze, nor pierce?

2668Iago. He is much chang'd.

2669Lod. Are his wits safe? Is he not light of Braine?

2670Iago. He's that he is: I may not breath my censure.

2671What he might be: if what he might, he is not,

2672I would to heauen he were.

2673Lod. What? Strike his wife?

2674Iago. 'Faith that was not so well: yet would I knew

2675That stroke would proue the worst.

2676Lod. Is it his vse?

2677Or did the Letters, worke vpon his blood,

2678And new create his fault?

2679Iago. Alas, alas:

2680It is not honestie in me to speake

2681What I haue seene, and knowne. You shall obserue him,

2682And his owne courses will deonte him so,

2683That I may saue my speech: do but go after

2684And marke how he continues.

2685Lod. I am sorry that I am deceiu'd in him. Exeunt.

2688Othe. You haue seene nothing then?

2689AEmil. Nor euer heard: nor euer did suspect.

2690Othe. Yes, you haue seene Cassio, and she together.

2691AEmi. But then I saw no harme: and then I heard,

2692Each syllable that breath made vp betweene them.

2693Othe. What? Did they neuer whisper?

2694AEmil. Neuer my Lord.

2695Othe. Nor send you out o'th'way?

2696AEmil. Neuer.

2697Othe. To fetch her Fan, her Gloues, her Mask, nor no (thing?

2698AEmil. Neuer my Lord.

2699Othe: That's strange.

2700AEmil. I durst (my Lord) to wager, she is honest:

2701Lay downe my Soule at stake: If you thinke other,

2702Remoue your thought. It doth abuse your bosome:

2703If any wretch haue put this in your head,

2704Let Heauen requit it with the Serpents curse,

2705For if she be not honest, chaste, and true,

2706There's no man happy. The purest of their Wiues

2707Is foule as Slander.

2708Othe. Bid her come hither: go. Exit AEmilia.

2709She saies enough: yet she's a simple Baud

2710That cannot say as much. This is a subtile Whore:

2711A Closset Locke and Key of Villanous Secrets,

2712And yet she'le kneele, and pray: I haue seene her do't.

2714Des. My Lord, what is your will?

2715Othe. Pray you Chucke come hither.

2716Des. What is your pleasure?

2717Oth. Let me see your eyes: looke in my face.

2718Des. What horrible Fancie's this?

2719Othe. Some of your Function Mistris:

2720Leaue Procreants alone, and shut the doore:

2721Cough, or cry hem; if any body come:

2722Your Mystery, your Mystery: May dispatch. Exit AEmi.

2723Des. Vpon my knee, what doth your speech import?

2724I vnderstand a Fury in your words.

2725Othe. Why? What art thou?

2726Des. Your wife my Lord: your true and loyall wife.

2727Othello. Come sweare it: damne thy selfe, least

2728being like one of Heauen, the diuells themselues should

2729feare to ceaze thee. Therefore be double damn'd: sweare

2730thou art honest.

2731Des. Heauen doth truely know it.

2732Othe. Heauen truely knowes, that thou art false as hell.

2733Des. To whom my Lord?

2734With whom? How am I false?

2735Othe. Ah Desdemon, away, away, away.

2736Des. Alas the heauy day: why do you weepe?

2737Am I the motiue of these teares my Lord?

2738If happely you my Father do suspect,

2739An Instrument of this your calling backe,

2740Lay not your blame on me: if you haue lost him,

2741I haue lost him too.

2742Othe. Had it pleas'd Heauen,

2743To try me with Affliction, had they rain'd

2744All kind of Sores, and Shames on my bare-head:

2745Steep'd me in pouertie to the very lippes.

2746Giuen to Captiuitie, me, and my vtmost hopes,

2747I should haue found in some place of my Soule

2748A drop of patience. But alas, to make me

2749The fixed Figure for the time of Scorne,

2750To point his slow, and mouing finger at.

2751Yet could I beare that too, well, very well:

2752But there where I haue garnerd vp my heart,

2753Where either I must liue, or beare no life,

2754The Fountaine from the which my currant runnes,

2755Or else dries vp: to be discarded thence,

2756Or keepe it as a Cesterne, for foule Toades

2757To knot and gender in. Turne thy complexion there:

2758Patience, thou young and Rose-lip'd Cherubin,

2759I heere looke grim as hell.

2760Des. I hope my Noble Lord esteemes me honest.

2761Othe. Oh I, as Sommer Flyes are in the Shambles,

2762That quicken euen with blowing. Oh thou weed:

2763Who art so louely faire, and smell'st so sweete,

2764That the Sense akes at thee,

2765Would thou had'st neuer bin borne.

2766Des. Alas, what ignorant sin haue I committed?

2767Othe. Was this faire Paper? This most goodly Booke

2768Made to write Whore vpon? What commited,

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