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Oth. Why? what art thou?

Def. Your wife, my Lord; your true and loyal wife. Oth. Come, fwear it; damn thyfelf; left, being like one

Of heaven, the devils themselves fhould fear to seize

thee....

Therefore be double-damn'd; fwear, thou art honest.
Def. Heaven doth truly know it.
Oth. Heaven truly knows,

That thou art falfe as hell..

Def. To whom, my Lord?

With whom? How am I falfe?

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Oth. Ah, Defdemona! 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 fufpect

An inftrument of this your calling back,

Lay not your blame on me; if you have loft him,
Why, I have loft him too.

Oth. Had it pleas'd heavens

To try me with affliction, had they rain'd
All kind of fores and fhames 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 fome place of my foul
A drop of patience. But alas, to make me
A fixed figure for the hand of fcorn
To point his flow 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 muft live, or bear no life,

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The fountain from the which my current runs,
Or elfe dries up; to be difcarded thence;

Or keep it as a cistern, for foul toads

garner'd up my heart,] and the fountain are improperly That is, treasured up; the garner conjoined.

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

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Def. I hope, my noble Lord efteems me honest. Oth. Oh, ay, as fummer flies are in the fhambles, That quicken ev'n with blowing. Oh thou weed! Who art fo lovely fair, and fmell'ft fo fweet, OT That the fenfe akes at theequi soitto da svad 3ndT Would, thou hadft ne'er been borning on qasd baA Def. Alas, what ignorant fin have I committed ?W Orb. Was this fair paper, this moft goodly book, Made to write whore upon? what, what committed? Committed?-oh, thou publick commoner

I should make very forges of my cheeks,
That would to cynders burn up modely,

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Did but I fpeak thy deeds. What, what committed? Heaven stops the nose at it, and the moon winks; The bawdy wind, that kiffes all it meets,

Is hufh'd within the hollow mine of earth,

And will not hear 't. What committed? - Impudent

ftrumpet!

Def. By heaven, you do me wrong.
Oth. Are not you a ftrumpet?
Def. No, as I am a chriftian.

If to preferve this Veffel for my Lord
From any other, foul, unlawful, touch,

Be not to be a ftrumpet, I am none.
Oth. What, not a whore ?g?
Def. No, as I fhall be faved,

Oik. Is't poffible?

Def. Oh, heaven forgive us!
Oth. I cry you mercy, then.

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I took you for that cunning whore of Venice,
That married with Othello-

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The old editions and the new have it,

I here look grim as hell. I was written for aye, and not finçe corrected.

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That have the office oppofite to St. Peter,

And keep the gate of hell; You! you! ay, you! We have done our courfe, there's mony for your pains; pray you, turn the key, and keep our counfel.

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[Exit. Emil. Alas, what does this gentleman conceive? How do you, madam? how do you, my good lady? Def. 'Faith, half asleep.

Emil. Good madam, what's the matter with my
Lord?

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Def. With whom?

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

Emil. He that is yours, fweet lady.

Def. 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 fheets

And call thy husband hither.

Emil. Here's a change indeed!

Remember;

[Exit.

Def. "Tis meet I fhould be used fo, very meet. How have I been behav'd, that he might stick • The fmall'ft opinion on my least misuse?

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SCENE XI.

Enter Iago, and Emilia.

Iago. What is your pleafure, Madam? How is't with you?

Def. I cannot tell; thofe, that do teach young babes,

Do it with gentle means, and easy tasks;

He might have chid me fo, for in good faith,
I am a child to chiding.

lago. What's the matter, lady? ̈

Emil. Alas, Iago, my Lord hath fo bewhor'd her,

Thrown fuch defpight and heavy terms upon her,
That true hearts cannot bear it.

Def. Am I that name, Iago?

Iago. What name, fair lady?

Def. Such, as, fhe faid, my Lord did fay I was. Emil. He call'd her whore; a beggar in his drink,

Could not have laid fuch terms upon his callet.
Iago. Why did he fo?

Def. I do not know; I'm fure, I am none fuch.
Iago. Do not weep, do not weep; alas, the day!
Emil. Hath fhe forfook fo many noble matches,
Her father, and her country, and her friends,
To be call'd whore? Would it not make one weep?
Def. It is my wretched fortune.

Jago. Befhrew him for't! How comes this trick upon him?

Def. Nay, heaven doth know.

Emil. I will be hang'd, if fome eternal villain, Some bufy and infinuating rogue,

Some

441 Some cogging, cozening flave, to get fome office, Has not devis'd this flander: I'll be hang'd elfe.

Iago. Fie, there is no fuch man; it is impoffible. Def. If any fuch 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 likeli

hood?

The Moor's abus'd by fome moft villainous knave,
Some base notorious knave, fome fcurvy fellow.
Oh heaven, that fuch companions thou'dft unfold,
And put in every honeft hand a whip,

To lafh the rafcal naked through the world,
Ev'n from the eaft to th' weft!

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Iago. Speak within door.

Emil. Oh, fie upon them! Some fuch 'fquire he

was,

That turn'd your wit the feamy fide without
And made you to fufpect me with the Moor.
Iago. You are a fool; go to.

Def. Alas, Iago,

What fhall I do to win my Lord again?

Good friend, go to him; by this light of heaven,
I know not how I loft him. Here I kneel; [Kneeling.
If e'er my will did trespass 'gainst bis love,
Or in difcourfe, or thought, or actual deed;
Or that mine eyes, mine ears, or any sense,
Delighted them on any other form;
Or that I do not yet, and ever did,
And ever will, though he do shake me off

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