Sir, she can turn, and turn, and yet go on, And will return to Venice;-Hence, avaunt! [Exit DESDEMONA. Cassio shall have my place. And,—Sir, tonight, I do entreat that we may sup together. You are welcome, Sir, to Cyprus.-Goats, and [Exit. monkies! 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 I would to heaven, he were. [not, Lod. What, strike his wife! Iago. 'Faith, that was not so well; Yet 'would I knew, That stroke would prove the worst. 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? gether. Emil. But then I saw no harm: and then I Each syllable, that breath made up between Oth. Nor send you out o'the way? Oth. To fetch her fan, her gloves, her mask, nor nothing? Emil. Never, my lord. Emil. I durst, my lord, to wager she is ho nest, [other, Remove your thought; it doth abuse your boLay down my soul at stake: if you think som. Re-enter EMILIA, with DESDEMONA. 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. [Exit EMILIA. Des. Upon my knees, what doth your speech import? I understand a fury in your words, But not the words. head; Steep'd me in poverty to the very lips; Yet could I bear that too; well, very well: Des. I hope, my noble lord esteems me ho nest. Oth. O, ay; as summer flies are in the shambles, That quicken even with blowing. O thou weed, Who art so lovely fair, and smell'st so sweet, That the sense aches at thee.-'Would, thou had'st ne'er been born! Des. Alas, what ignorant sin have I committed? Oth. Was this fair paper, this most goodly Made to write whore upon? What commit- The bawdy wind, that kisses all it meets, Des. By heaven, you do me wrong. Des. O, heaven forgive us! Treasured up. Des. I have none: Do not talk to me, lia; Emi I cannot weep; nor answer I have none, But what should go by water. Pr'ythee, tonight Lay on my bed my wedding sheets,-remem- Emil. Here is a change, indeed! [Exit. meet. How have I been behav'd, that he might stick The small'st opinion on my great'st abuse? Re-enter EMILIA, with JAGO. Iago. What is your pleasure, madam? How is it with you? Des. I cannot tell. Those, that do teach young babes, Do it with gentle means, and easy tasks: lago. What's the matter, lady? Emil. Alas, Iago, my lord hath so bewhor'd her, Thrown such despite and heavy terms upon [her, As true hearts cannot bear. Des. Am I that name, Iago? Des. Such as, she says, my lord did say I lago. Fie, there is no such man; it is impossible. Des. If any such there be, heaven pardon him! Emil. A halter pardon him! and hell gnaw his bones! Why should he call her, whore? who keeps her company? What place? what time? what form? what likelihood? [knave? The Moor's abus'd by some most villanous Some base notorious knave, some scurvy fellow:[unfold; O, heaven, that such companions thou'dst And put in every honest hand a whip, To lash the rascal naked through the world, Even from the east to the west! lago. Speak within door. Emil. Ô, fie upon him! some such squire he was, That turn'd your wit the seamy sidet without, And made you to suspect me with the Moor. Iugo. You are a fool; go to. Des. O good Iago, What shall I do to win my lord again? I know not how I lost him. Here I kneel:- much; And his unkindness may defeat my life, The business of the state does him offence, Des. If 'twere no other, Iago. It is but so, I warrant you. [Trumpets. Hark, how these instruments summon to supper! And the great messengers of Venice stay: Go in, and weep not; all things shall be well. [Exeunt DESDEMONA and EMILIA. half have corrupted a votarist: You have to me-she has received them, and returned me expectations and comforts of sudden respec and acquittance, but I find none. Iago. Well; go to; very well. Rod. Very well! go to! I cannot go to man; nor tis not very well: By this hand, I say, it is very scurvy; and begin to find myself fobbed in it." Iago. Very well. Rod. I tell you, 'tis not very well. I will make myself known to Desdemona: If she will return me my jewels, I will give over my suit, and repent my unlawful solicitation: if not, assure yourself, I will seek satisfaction of you. Jago. You have said now. Rod. Ay, and I have said nothing, but what I protest intendment of doing. Tago. Why, now I see there's mettle in thee; and even, from this instant, do build on thee a better opinion than ever before. Give me thy hand, Roderigo: Thou hast taken against me a most just exception; but, yet, I protest, I have dealt most directly in thy affair. Rod. It hath not appeared. lago. I grant, indeed, it hath not appeared; and your suspicion is not without wit and judgement. But, Roderigo, if thou hast that within thee indeed, which I have greater reason to believe now than ever,-I mean, purpose, courage, and valour,-this night show it: if thou the next night following enjoyest not Desdemona, take me from this world with treachery, and devise engines for my life. Rod. Well, what is it? is it within reason, and compass? lago. Sir, there is especial commission come from Venice, to depute Cassio in Othello's place. Rod. Is that true? why, then Othello and Desdemona return again to Venice. lago. O, no; he goes into Mauritania, and takes away with him the fair Desdemona, unless his abode be lingered here by some accident; wherein none can be so determinate, as the removing of Cassio. Rod. How do you mean-removing of him! lago. Why, by making him incapable of Othello's place; knocking out his brains. Rod. And that you would have me do? Jago. Ay; if you dare do yourself a profit, and a right. He sups to-night with a harlot, and thither will I go to him, he knows not yet of his honourable fortune: if you will watch his going thence, (which I will fashion Rod. I do not find, that thou deal'st justly take him at your pleasure: I will be near to to fall out between twelve and one,) you may Enter RODERIGO. How now, Roderigo? with me? Iago. What in the contrary? Rod. Every day thou doff'sts me with some device, Iago; and rather (as it seems to me now,) keep'st from me all conveniency, than suppliest me with the least advantage of hope. I will, indeed, no longer endure it: Nor am 1 yet persuaded, to put up in peace what already I have foolishly suffered. lago. Will you hear me, Roderigo? Rod. 'Faith, I have heard too much; for your words and performances are no kin together. Jugo. You charge me most unjustly. Rod. With nought but truth. I have wasted myself out of my means. The jewels you have ad from me, to deliver to Desdemona, would second your attempt, and he shall fall between us. Come, stand not amazed at it, but go along with me; I will show you such a necessity in his death, that you shall think yourself bound to put it on him. It is now high sup per-time, and the night grows to waste; about it. Rod. I will hear further reason for this. lago. And you shall be satisfied. [Exeunt. SCENE III.-Another Room in the Castle. * Requital. tune, And she died singing it: That song, to-night, Emil. Shall I go fetch your night-gown? Emil. I know a lady in Venice, who would have walked barefoot to Palestine, for a touch of his nether lip. tree, I. Des. The poor soul sut sighing by a sycamore Sing all a green willow; So, get thee gone; good night. Mine eyes do Emil. "Tis neither here nor there. Emil. There be some such, no question. Emil. Why, would not you? Des. No, by this heavenly light! Emil. Nor I neither by this heavenly light; I might do't as well i'the dark. Des. Wouldst thou do such a deed for all the world? Emil. The world is a huge thing: 'Tis a great price For a small vice. Des. Good troth, I think thou wouldst not. undo't, when I had done. Marry, I would not Emil. By my troth, I think I should; and do such a thing for a joint-ring; nor for measures of lawn; nor for gowns, petticoats, nor caps, nor any petty exhibition: but, for the whole world,-Why, who would not make her husband a cuckold, to make him a monarch? I should venture purgatory for't. Des. Beshrew me, if I would do such a wrong for the whole world. Emil. Why, the wrong is but a wrong i'the 'tis a wrong in your own world, and you might world; and, having the world for your labour, quickly make it right. Des. I do not think there is any such wo man. Emil. Yes, a dozen; and as many But, I do think, it is their husbands' faults, duties, And pour our treasures into foreign laps; Or scant our former havingt in despite ; The fresh streams ran by her, and murmur'd | And have their palates both for sweet and sour her moans; Sing willow, &c. As husbands have. What is it that they do. Her sult tears fell from her, and soften'd the I think it is; And doth affection breed it? stones; Lay by these: Sing willow, willow, willow; Pr'ythee, hie thee; he'll come anon. I think, it doth; Is't frailty, that thus errs? Sing all a green wiliow must be my gar- The ills we do, their ills instruct us tc. land. It makes us, or it mars us; think on that, Rod. Be near at hand; I may miscarry in't. lago. Here, at thy hand; be bold, and take thy sword. [Retires to a little distance. Rod. I have no great devotion to the deed; And yet he has given me satisfying reasons:'Tis but a man gone:-forth, my sword; he dies. [Goes to his stand. Iago. I have rubb'd this young quat almost to the sense,t [Cassio, And he grows angry. Now, whether he kill Or Cassio him, or each do kill the other, Every way makes my gain: Live Roderigo, He calls me to a restitution large Of gold, and jewels, that I bobb'd‡ from him, It must not be: if Cassio do remain, No, he must die :-But so, I hear him coming. These may be counterfeits; let's think't unsafe To come in to the cry, without more help. Rod. No body come? then shall I bleed to death. Enter IAGO, with a Light. Lod. Hark! Gra. Here's one comes in his shirt, with light and weapons. Iago. Who's there? whose noise is this, that cries on murder? Lod. We do not know. lago. Did you not hear a cry? Cus. Here, here; for heaven's sake, help me. Ingo. What's the matter? Gra. This is Othello's ancient, as I take it. Lod. The same, indeed; a very valiant fellow. lago. What are you here that cry so griev ously? Cas. Iago? O, I am spoil'd, undone by vil Give me some help. [lains! Iago. O me, lieutenant! what villains have done this? Cas. I think, that one of them is hereabout, And cannot make away. Iago. O treacherous villains!— What are you there? come in, and give some help. [To LODOVICO and GRATIANO. Rod. O, help nie here. Cas. That's one of them. Iago. O murderous slave! O villain! [IAGO stabs RODERIGO Rod. O damn'd Iago! O inhuman dog!— O! O! O! Iago. Kill men i'the dark?-Where be these bloody thieves? How silent is this town!-Ho! murder! mur der! What may you be? are you of good, or evil? Lod. As you shall prove us, praise us. Iago. Signior Lodovico? Lod. He, Sir. lago. I cry you mercy; Here's Cassio hurt By villains. Gra. Cassio? lago. How is it, brother? Cas. My leg is cut in two. lago. Marry, heaven forbid! Light, gentlemen; I'll bind it with my shirt. Enter BIANCA. Bian. What is the matter, ho? who is't that cried? Iago. Who is't that cried? Bian. O my dear Cassio! my sweet Cassio! O Cassio! Cassio! Cassio! Iago. O notable strumpet!-Cassio, may you suspect [you' Who they should be, that have thus mangled Cas. No. Gra. I am sorry, to find you thus: I bave been to seek you. |