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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2769Committed? Oh, thou publicke Commoner,

2770I should make very Forges of my cheekes,

2771That would to Cynders burne vp Modestie,

2772Did I but speake thy deedes. What commited?

2773Heauen stoppes the Nose at it, and the Moone winks:

2774The baudy winde that kisses all it meetes,

2775Is hush'd within the hollow Myne of Earth

2776And will not hear't. What commited?

2777Des. By Heauen you do me wrong.

2778Othe. Are not you a Strumpet?

2779Des. No, as I am a Christian.

2780If to preserue this vessell for my Lord,

2781From any other foule vnlawfull touch

2782Be not to be a Strumpet, I am none.

2783Othe. What, not a Whore?

2784Des. No, as I shall be sau'd.

2785Othe. Is't possible?

2786Des. Oh Heauen forgiue vs.

2787Othe. I cry you mercy then.

2788I tooke you for that cunning Whore of Venice,

2789That married with Othello. You Mistris,

2791That haue the office opposite to Saint Peter,

2792And keepes the gate of hell. You, you: I you.

2793We haue done our course: there's money for your paines:

2794I pray you turne the key, and keepe our counsaile. Exit.

2795AEmil. Alas, what do's this Gentleman conceiue?

2796How do you Madam? how do you my good Lady?

2797Des. Faith, halfe a sleepe.

2798AEmi. Good Madam,

2799What's the matter with my Lord?

2800Des. With who?

2801AEmil. Why, with my Lord, Madam?

2802Des. Who is thy Lord?

2803AEmil. He that is yours, sweet Lady.

2804Des. I haue none: do not talke to me, AEmilia,

2805I cannot weepe: nor answeres haue I none,

2806But what should go by water. Prythee to night,

2807Lay on my bed my wedding sheetes, remember,

2808And call thy husband hither.

2809AEmil. Heere's a change indeed. Exit.

2810Des. 'Tis meete I should be vs'd so: very meete.

2811How haue I bin behau'd, that he might sticke

2812The small'st opinion on my least misvse?

2814Iago. What is your pleasure Madam?

2815How is't with you?

2816Des. I cannot tell: those that do teach yong Babes

2817Do it with gentle meanes, and easie taskes.

2818He might haue chid me so: for in good faith

2819I am a Child to chiding.

2820Iago. What is the matter Lady?

2821AEmil. Alas (Iago) my Lord hath so bewhor'd her,

2822Throwne such dispight, and heauy termes vpon her

2823That true hearts cannot beare it.

2824Des. Am I that name, Iago?

2825Iago. What name (faire Lady?)

2826Des. Such as she said my Lord did say I was.

2827AEmil. He call'd her whore: a Begger in his drinke:

2828Could not haue laid such termes vpon his Callet.

2829Iago. Why did he so?

2830Des. I do not know: I am sure I am none such.

2831Iago. Do not weepe, do not weepe: alas the day.

2832AEmil. Hath she forsooke so many Noble Matches?

2833Her Father? And her Country? And her Friends?

2834To be call'd Whore? Would it not make one weepe?

2835Des. It is my wretched Fortune.

2836Iago. Beshrew him for't:

2837How comes this Tricke vpon him?

2838Des. Nay, Heauen doth know.

2839AEmi. I will be hang'd, if some eternall Villaine,

2840Some busie and insinuating Rogue,

2841Some cogging, cozening Slaue, to get some Office,

2842Haue not deuis'd this Slander: I will be hang'd else.

2843Iago. Fie, there is no such man: it is impossible.

2844Des. If any such there be, Heauen pardon him.

2845AEmil. A halter pardon him:

2846And hell gnaw his bones.

2847Why should he call her Whore?

2848Who keepes her companie?

2849What Place? What Time?

2850What Forme? What liklyhood?

2851The Moore's abus'd by some most villanous Knaue,

2852Some base notorious Knaue, some scuruy Fellow.

2853Oh Heauens, that such companions thou'd'st vnfold,

2854And put in euery honest hand a whip

2855To lash the Rascalls naked through the world,

2856Euen from the East to th'West.

2857Iago. Speake within doore.

2858AEmil. Oh fie vpon them: some such Squire he was

2859That turn'd your wit, the seamy-side without,

2860And made you to suspect me with the Moore.

2861Iago. You are a Foole: go too.

2862Des. Alas Iago,

2863What shall I do to win my Lord againe?

2864Good Friend, go to him: for by this light of Heauen,

2865I know not how I lost him. Heere I kneele:

2866If ere my will did trespasse 'gainst his Loue,

2867Either in discourse of thought, or actuall deed,

2868Or that mine Eyes, mine Eares, or any Sence

2869Delighted them: or any other Forme.

2870Or that I do not yet, and euer did,

2871And euer will, (though he do shake me off

2872To beggerly diuorcement) Loue him deerely,

2873Comfort forsweare me. Vnkindnesse may do much,

2874And his vnkindnesse may defeat my life,

2875But neuer taynt my Loue. I cannot say Whore,

2876It do's abhorre me now I speake the word,

2877To do the Act, that might the addition earne,

2878Not the worlds Masse of vanitie could make me.

2879Iago. I pray you be content: 'tis but his humour:

2880The businesse of the State do's him offence.

2881Des. If 'twere no other.

2882Iago. It is but so, I warrant,

2883Hearke how these Instruments summon to supper:

2884The Messengers of Venice staies the meate,

2885Go in, and weepe not: all things shall be well.

2888How now Rodorigo?

2889Rod. I do not finde

2890That thou deal'st iustly with me.

2891Iago. What in the contrarie?

2892Rodori. Euery day thou dafts me with some deuise

2893Iago, and rather, as it seemes to me now, keep'st from

2894me all conueniencie, then suppliest me with the least ad-

2895uantage of hope: I will indeed no longer endure it. Nor

2896am I yet perswaded to put vp in peace, what already I

2897haue foolishly suffred.

2898Iago. Will you heare me Rodorigo?

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2899Rodori. I haue heard too much: and your words and

2900Performances are no kin together.

2901Iago. You charge me most vniustly.

2902Rodo. With naught but truth: I haue wasted my

2903selfe out of my meanes. The Iewels you haue had from

2904me to deliuer Desdemona, would halfe haue corrupted a

2905Votarist. You haue told me she hath receiu'd them,

2906and return'd me expectations and comforts of sodaine

2907respect, and acquaintance, but I finde none.

2908Iago. Well, go too: very well.

2909Rod. Very well, go too: I cannot go too, (man) nor

2910tis not very well. Nay I think it is scuruy: and begin to

2911finde my selfe fopt in it.

2912Iago. Very well.

2913Rodor. I tell you, 'tis not very well: I will make my

2914selfe knowne to Desdemona. If she will returne me my

2915Iewels, I will giue ouer my Suit, and repent my vnlaw-

2916full solicitation. If not, assure your selfe, I will seeke

2917satisfaction of you.

2918Iago. You haue said now.

2919Rodo. I: and said nothing but what I protest intend-

2920ment of doing.

2921Iago. Why, now I see there's mettle in thee: and

2922euen from this instant do build on thee a better o-

2923pinion then euer before: giue me thy hand Rodorigo.

2924Thou hast taken against me a most iust excepti-

2925on: but yet I protest I haue dealt most directly in thy

2926Affaire.

2927Rod. It hath not appeer'd.

2928Iago. I grant indeed it hath not appeer'd: and

2929your suspition is not without wit and iudgement.

2930But Rodorigo, if thou hast that in thee indeed, which

2931I haue greater reason to beleeue now then euer (I

2932meane purpose, Courage, and Valour) this night

2933shew it. If thou the next night following enioy not

2934Desdemona, take me from this world with Treache-

2935rie, and deuise Engines for my life.

2936Rod. Well: what is it? Is it within, reason and com-

2937passe?

2938Iago. Sir, there is especiall Commission come from

2939Venice to depute Cassio in Othello's place.

2940Rod. Is that true? Why then Othello and Desdemona

2941returne againe to Venice.

2942Iago. Oh no: he goes into Mauritania and taketh

2943away with him the faire Desdemona, vnlesse his a-

2944bode be lingred heere by some accident. Where-

2945in none can be so determinate, as the remouing of

2946Cassio.

2947Rod. How do you meane remouing him?

2948Iago. Why, by making him vncapable of Othello's

2949place: knocking out his braines.

2950Rod. And that you would haue me to do.

2951Iago. I: if you dare do your selfe a profit, and a

2952right. He sups to night with a Harlotry: and thither

2953will I go to him. He knowes not yet of his Honourable

2954Fortune, if you will watch his going thence (which

2955I will fashion to fall out betweene twelue and one)

2956you may take him at your pleasure. I will be neere

2957to second your Attempt, and he shall fall betweene

2958vs. Come, stand not amaz'd at it, but go along with

2959me: I will shew you such a necessitie in his death, that

2960you shall thinke your selfe bound to put it on him. It

2961is now high supper time: and the night growes to wast.

2962About it.

2963Rod. I will heare further reason for this.

2964Iago. And you shalbe satisfi'd. Exeunt.