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Oth. With all my heart, sir.
Lod. The duke and senators of Venice greet you.

[Gives him a Packet, Oth. I kiss the instrument of their pleasures.

[Opens the Packet, and reads. Des. And what's the news, good cousin Lodovico?

Iago. I am very glad to see you, signior;
Welcome to Cyprus.

Lod. I thank you: how does lieutenant Cassio ?
Iago. Lives, sir.

Des. Cousin, there's fallen between him and my lord An unkind breach : but you shall make all well.

Oth. Are you sure of that ?
Des. My lord ?
Oth. This fail you not to do, as you will [Reads.

Lod. He did not call; he's busy in the paper.
Is there division 'twixt thy lord and Cassio ?

Des. A most unhappy one; I would do much
To atone them, for the love I bear to Cassio.

Oth. Fire and brimstone!
Des. My lord ?
Oth. Are you wise ?
Des. What, is he angry?

Lod. May be, the letter mov'd him;
For, as I think, they do command him home,
Deputing Cassio in his government.

Des. By my troth, I am glad on't.
Oth. Indeed ?
Des. My lord ?
Oth. I am glad to see you mad.
Des. How, sweet Othello?
Oth. Devil!

[Striking her.

Des. I have not desery'd this.

Lod. My lord, this would not be believ'd in Venice, Though I should swear I saw it: 'Tis very much; Make her amends, she weeps.

Oth. O devil, devil !
If that the earth could team with women's tears,
Each drop she falls would prove a crocodile :-
Out of my sight!

Des. I will not stay to offend you. [Going

Lod. Truly, an obedient lady:
I do beseech your lordship, call her back.

Oth. Mistress,--
Des. My lord ?
Oth. What would you with her, sir?
Lod. Who, I, my lord ?
Oth. Ay; you did wish, that I would make her

turn :
Sir, she can turn, and turn, and yet go on,
And turn again; and she can weep, sir, weep;
And she's obedient, as you say,--obedient,
Very obedient;-Proceed you in
Concerning this, sir,-0 well-painted passion!
I am commanded home :-Get you away ;
I'll send for you anon.-Sir, I obey the mandate,
And will return to Venice;-Hence, avaunt !

[Erit DESDEMONA.
Cassio shall have iny place. And,-sir, to-night,
I do entreat that we may sup together.
You are welcome, sir, to Cyprus.—Goats and monkies !

[Erit. Lod. Is this the noble Moor whom our full senate Call-all-in-all sufficient?_This the noble nature Whom passion could not shake? whose solid virtue

your tears.

The shot of accident, nor dart of chance,
Could neither graze, nor pierce ?

Iago. He is much chang’d.
Lod. Are his wits safe? is he not light of brain ?
Iago. He is that he is; I may not breathe my cen-

sure.
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.

Lod. It it his use?
Or did the letters work upon his blood,
And new-create this fault ?

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

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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?
Emil. Never.
Oth. To fetch her fan, her gloves, her mask, nor

nothing?
Emil. Never, my lord.
Oth. 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 :-90.-

[Exit Emilia.
She says enough;-yet she's a simple bawd,
That cannot say as much. This is a subtle whore,
A closet-lock-and-key of villainous secrets :
And yet she'll kneel and pray; I have seen her do't.

Re-enter EMILIA, with DESDEMONA.
Des. My lord, what is your will ?
Oth. Pray, chuck, come hither.
Des. What is your pleasure?

Oth. Let me see your eyes ;
Look in my face.

Des. What horrible fancy's this?
Oth. Some of your function, mistress ;

[To Emilia.

Leave procreants alone, and shut the door;
Cough, or cry-hem, if any body come:
Your mystery, your mystery ;-nay, despatch.

[Erit EMILIA. Des. Upon my knees, what doth your speech im

port?

I understand a fury in your words,
But not the words.

Oth. Why, what art thou?

Des. Your wife, my lord; your true And loyal wife.

Oth. 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.

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. Had it pleas'd heaven
To try me with affliction ; had he rain'd
All kinds of sores, and shames, on my bare head ;
Steep'd me in poverty to the very lips;
Given to captivity me and my utmost hopes ;
I should have found in some part of my soul

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