Imatges de pÓgina

Otb. Why? what are thou?
Def. Your wife, my Lord; your true and loyal wife.
Oth, Come, swear it; damn thyself; lelt, 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?

Olb, Ah, Desdemona! away, away, away

Def. 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 inftrument 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 heavens
To try me with affliction, had they rain'd
All kind of fores and shames on my bare head,
Steep'd me in poverty to the very lips,
Giv'n to captivity me and my utmost hopes;
I should have found in some place of


A drop of patience. But alas, to make me
A fixed figure for the hand of fcorn
To point his now unmoving finger at
Yet could I bear that too, well, very well.
But there, where I have • garner'd up my heart,
Where either I must live, or bear no life,
The fountain from the which my current runs,
Or else dries up; to be discarded thence;
Or keep it as a cistern, for foul toads


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To knot and gender in—Turn thy complexion there,
Patience, thou young and rose-lipp'd cherubin ;
Ay, here, look grim as hell.

Des. 1 hope, my noble Lord esteems me honest.

Oth. Oh, ay, as fummer fies are in the shambles, That quicken ev'n with blowing. Oh thou weed! Who art so lovely fair, and smell'st fo fweer in 10 Y That the sense akes at thee90Ha go SVS LT Would, thou hadît ne'er been born! suis pas bol

Def. Alas, what ignorant sin have'l committed ?"

Oit. Was this fair paper, this most goodly book,
Made to write whore upon ? what, what committed ?
Committed ?-oh, thou publiek commoner! :)
I should make very forges of my cheeks,

oo Wol
That would to cynders burn up modelly,
Did but I speak thy deeds. What, what committed ?
Heaven stops the nose at it, and the moon winks';
The bawdy wind, that killes all it meets,
Is hush'd within the hollow mine of earth,
And will not hear 't. What committed ? Impudent

Def: By heaven, you do me wrong.
Otb. Are not you a strumpet ?

Def. No, as I am a christian.
If to preserve this Vefsel for my Lord Biti til
From any other, foul, unlawful, touch,
Be not to be a strumpet, I am none.
Otb. What, not a whore brouge,
Def: No, as I shall be saved,
Oib. Is't possible?
Def. Oh, heaven forgive us !

Otb. I cry you mercy, then.
I took you for that cunning whore of Venice,
That married with Ostbella-

7-Turn thy com; lexion there, The old editions and the new
&c.] At such an object do thou, have it,
Patience, thyself change colour; at I here look grim as hell.
this do thou, even thou, rosy chen I was written for 'aye, and not
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You, mistress,
That have the office opposite to St. Peter,
And keep the gate of hell; You ! you! ay, you !
We have done our course, there's mony for your pains;

pray you, turn the key, and keep our counsel.

[Exit. Æmil. Alas, what does this gentleman conceive? How do you, madam? how do you, my good lady?

Des. 'Faith, half asleep.
Æmil. Good madam, what's the matter with my

Lord ?
Des. With whom?

. Why, with my Lord, madam!
30 Def. Who is thy Lord?

Æmil. He that is yours, sweet lady:

Des. I have none; do not talk to me, Æmilia.
I cannot weep; nor answer have I none,
But what should go by water. Pray, to-night
Lay on my bed my wedding sheets - Remember;
And call thy husband hither.
Æmil. Here's a change indeed!

Des. "Tis meet I should be used fo, very meet.
How have I been behav'd, that he might stick
* The small'It opinion on my least misuse ?

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lago. What is your pleasure, Madam? How is

with you? Def. I cannot tell; those, that do teach young

Do it with gentle means, and easy tasks;
He might have chid me so, for in good faith,
I am a child to chiding.

lago. What's the matter, lady?
Æmil. Alas, Iago, my Lord hath so bewhor'd

Thrown such despight and heavy terms upon her,
That true hearts cannot bear it.

Des. Am I that name, Iago?
Iago. What name, fair lady?
Def. Such, as, she said, my Lord did say I was.
Æmil. He callid her whore ; a beggar in his

Could not have laid such terms upon his callet.

Iago. Why did he fo?
Des. I do not know ; I'm sure, I am none such.
Iago. Do not weep, do not weep; alas, the day!

Æmil. Hath se forsook so many noble matches,
Her father, and her country, and her friends,
To be calld whore? Would it not make one weep?

Def. It is my wretched fortune.
Iago. Beshrew him for’t! How comes this trick upon

Des. Nay, heaven doth know.

Æmil. I will be bang’d, if some eternal villain, Some busy and infinuating rogue,



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Some cogging, cozening Nave, to get some office,
Has not devis'd this Nander: I'll be hang'd else.

Iage. Fie, there is no such man; it is impossible.
Def. If any such there be, heaven pardon him!
Æmil. A halter pardon him, and hell gnaw his

Why should he call her whore?. Who keeps her com-
What place what time? what form ? what likeli-

The Moor's abus’d by some most villainous knave,
Some base notorious knave, some scurvy fellow.
Oh heaven, that such companions thou'dft unfold,
And put in every honest hand a whip,
To lain the rascal naked through the world,
Ev'n from the east to th' west !

Iago. · Speak within door.
Æmil. Oh, fie upon them! Some such 'squire he

That turn'd your wit ? the seamy side without;
And made you to suspect me with the Moor.

Iago. You are a fool ; go to.

Def. Alas, Iago,
What shall I do to win my Lord again?
Good friend, go to him; by this light of heaven,
I know not how I lost him. Here I kneel; [Kneeling.
If i'er my will did trespass 'gainst bis love,
Or in discourse, or thought, or actual deed;
Or that mine eyes, mine ears, or any sense,
Delighted them on any otber form;
Or ihat I do not yet, and ever did,
And ever will, ibough be do make me off


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