Lod. Are his wits safe? is he not light of brain? lago. He is that he is; I may not breathe my censure, What he might be, -if, what he might, he is not,I would to heaven, he were. Lod. What, strike his wife! Iago. 'Faith, that was not so well; Yet 'would I knew, That stroke would prove the worst. Is it his use? Or did the letters work upon his blood, Iago. Alas, alas! It is not honesty in me, to speak What I have seen and known. You shall observe him; And his own courses will denote him so, That I may save my speech: Do but go after, And mark how he continues. Lod. I am sorry, that I am deceiv'd in him. [Exeunt. SCENE II. A room in the castle. Enter Othello and Emilia. Oth. You have seen nothing then? Emil. Nor ever heard; nor ever did suspect. Oth. Yes, you have seen Cassio and she together. Emil. But then I saw no harm: and then I heard Each syllable, that breath made up between them. Oth. What, did they never whisper? Emil. Never, my lord. Oth. Nor send you out o'the way? Never. Oth. To fetch her fan, her gloves, her mask, nor nothing? Emil. Never, my lord. 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 hath put this in your head Let heaven requite it with the serpent's curse! For, if she be not honest, chaste, and true, There's no man happy; the purest of their wives Is foul as slander. Oth. Bid her come hither :-go. [Exit Emilia. She says enough :-yet she's a simple bawd, Re-enter Emilia, with Desdemona. Des. My lord, what is your will? Pray, chuck, come hither. Des. What is your pleasure ? Look in my face. Let me see your eyes; What horrible fancy's this? Oth. Some of your function, mistress; [To Emilia. Leave procreants alone, and shut the door ; [Exit Emilia. Des. Upon my knees, what doth your speech import ? But not the words. I understand a fury in your words, Oth. Why, what art thou ? 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 damn'd, Swear-thou art honest. 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. Had it pleas'd heaven To try me with affliction; had he rain'd To point his slow unmoving finger at,- Yet could I bear that too; well, very well: Des. I hope, my noble lord esteems me honest. ne'er been born! Des. Alas, what ignorant sin have I committed? * Treasured up. |