Des. My lord! Oth. I am glad to see you mad. Des. Why, sweet Othello? Oth. Devil! Des. I have not deserved this. [Striking her. [Venice, Lod. My lord, this would not be believed in Though I should swear I saw't. 'Tis very much; Make her amends, she weeps. Oth. Oh devil, devil! If that the earth could teem with woman's tears, Each drop she falls would prove a crocodile; (70) Out of my sight. Des. I will not stay t' 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? Oth. Ay; you did wish that I would make her turn; (70) Compare this passage with that in Hamlet to which fig. 75 applies, as it regards the same likeness to a crocodile in the moon. Very obedient-proceed you in your tearsConcerning this, sir,--oh 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, avant! [Exit Des. Cassio shall have my place. And, sir, to-night I do intreat that we may sup together. You are welcome, sir, to Cyprus― Goats and monkeys. Manent LODOVICO and IAGO. [Exit. Lod. Is this the noble Moor, whom our full senate Call all-in-all sufficient? this the Nature Which passion could not shake? whose solid virtue Iago. He is much changed. Lod. Are his wits safe? is he not light of brain? censure. What he might be, if what he might he is not, Lod. What, strike his wife! my Iago. 'Faith, that was not so well; yet 'would That stroke would prove the worst. Lod. Is it his use? Or did the letters work upon his blood, [I knew. lago. Alas, alas ! It is not honesty in me to speak [him, You shall observe And his own courses will denote him so, That I may save my speech, Do but go after, Lod. I'm sorry that I am deceived in him. [Exeunt. SCENE changes to an Apartment in the Palace. Enter OTHELLO and EMILIA. Oth. You have seen nothing then? 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' th' way? Emil, Never. Oth. To fetch her fan, her gloves, her mask, nor Emil. Never, my lord. Oth. That's strange ! [nothing? Emil. I durst, my lord, to wager she is honest, soul at stake: if you think other, your thought, it doth abuse your bosom. my Lay down Let Heaven requite it with the serpent's curse! 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, That cannot say as much. This is a subtle whore, Enter DESDEMONA and EMILIA. Des. My lord, what is your will? Oth. Pray you, chuck, come hither. Des. What is your pleasure? Oth. Let me see your eyes; look in my face. Oth. Some of your function, mistress; Your mystery, your mystery :——nay, dispatch. [Exit Emilia. Des. Upon my knee, what doth your speech I understand a fury in your words, [import? But not your words. Oth. Why? what art thou? [wife : Des. Your wife, my lord; your true and loyal Oth. Come, swear it; damn thyself; lest, being like one Of Heaven, the devils themselves should fear to seize thee. [honest. Therefore be double-damned; swear thou art Des. Heaven doth truly know it. That thou art false as hell. Des. To whom, my lord? With whom? how am I false? Oth. Ah, Desdemona! away, away, away Des. Alas, the heavy day! why do you weep Am I the motive 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 pleased Heaven To try me with affliction, had he rained All kind of sores and shames of my bare head, I should have found in some place of my soul ? (71) Steep'd me in poverty, and beggar in his drink. Othello's prototype has, in fact, somewhat the appearance of being clothed in the rags of a pauper. |