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Othello

Act IV, Scene 2

A room in the castle. Enter OTHELLO and EMILIA
 
OTHELLO
       T    T    T     ,         __    oo
      You have seen | nothing | then?|
 
EMILIA
          ,       ,         ,      ,        ,
      Nor e|ver heard,| nor e|ver did | suspect.
 
OTHELLO
       ,      2         ,   ,   2         ,      ,
      Yes, you have | seen Cas/sio and | she to|gether.
 
EMILIA
            ,       ,         ,          ,        ,
      But then | I saw | no harm,| and then | I heard
        ,   ,                  ,           ,       ,           ->
5     Each syl/lable | that breath | made up | between || them.
 
OTHELLO
        ,     ,          ,        ,
      What?| Did they | never | whisper?
 
EMILIA
                                          ,            ,  ->
                                         Never || my lord.
 
OTHELLO
            ,         ,      2     ,
      Nor send | you out | of the way?
 
EMILIA
                                        ,
                                       Never.
 
OTHELLO
           ,          ,           ,           ,         ,        ->
      To fetch | her fan,| her gloves,| her mask,| nor no||thing?
 
EMILIA
       ,    2     ,    oo
10    Ne|ver my lord.|
 
OTHELLO
                            ___       ___
                           That's | strange.
 
EMILIA
          ,          ,        ,      ,        ,       ->
      I durst |(my lord)| to wa|ger she | is hon||est,
       ,         2     ,         ,       2      ,     ,
      Lay | down* my soul | at stake:| if you think | other,
          ,            ,           ,       ,          ,      ->
      Remove | your thought.| It doth | abuse | your bo||som:
       ,    2     ,           ,          ,          ,
15    If | any wretch | have put | this in | your head,
             x         ,          ,         ,           ,
      Let heaven | requite | it with | the ser|pent's curse,
           ,        ,        ,          ,           ,
      For if | she be | not ho|nest, chaste,| and true,
         T     T  T     ,           ,     3  3        ,
      There's no man | happy;| the pu|rest of their wives
           ,         ,
      Is foul | as slan|der.
 
OTHELLO
                             ,       2      ,        ,
20                          Bid | her come hi|ther: go.
 
[Exit EMILIA]
            ,       ,      ,             ,        ,
      She says | enough;| yet she's | a sim|ple bawd
            ,       ,         ,        3  3   ,        ,
      That can|not say | as much.| This is a sub|tle whore,
         ,        ,         ,        ,    2     ,       2->
      A clo|set lock | and key | of vil|lanous se||crets
           ,             ,           ,     2       ,          x
      And yet | she'll kneel | and pray;| I have seen | her do it.
 
[Enter DESDEMONA with EMILIA]
 
DESDEMONA
           ,          ,          ,
25    My lord,| what is | your will?
 
OTHELLO
                                     ,          ,            ,     ->
                                   Pray you | chuck come || hither.
 
DESDEMONA
        ,              ,        o
      What is | your plea|sure?
 
OTHELLO
                                   ,         ,          __  ->
                                  Let me || see your | eyes;
        ,           ,
      Look in | my face.
 
DESDEMONA
            ,     2    ,         ,
30    What hor||rible fan|cy's this?
 
OTHELLO [To EMILIA]
                                         2     ,      ,         ,
                                     Some of your | function,| mistress;
             ,      ,        ,          ,          ,
      Leave pro|creants | alone,| and shut | the door;
        ,              ,       ,    ,      ,
      Cough, or | cry^hem,| if a|nybo|dy come:
            ,     ,         ,    2    ,         ,
      Your mys|tery,| your mys|tery: may | dispatch.
 
[Exit EMILIA]
 
DESDEMONA
Upon my knee, what doth your speech import? I understand a fury in your words. But not the words.
 
OTHELLO
Why, what art thou?
 
DESDEMONA
Your wife, my lord; your true and loyal wife.
 
OTHELLO
Come swear it: damn thyself lest, being like one of heaven, the devils themselves should fear to seize thee: therefore be double damned: swear thou art honest.
 
DESDEMONA
Heaven doth truly know it.
 
OTHELLO
Heaven truly knows that thou art false as hell.
 
DESDEMONA
To whom my lord? With whom? How am I false?
 
OTHELLO
Ah Desdemona, away, away, away.
 
DESDEMONA
        ,         ,      ,     ,             ,
35    Alas | the hea|vy day:| Why do | you weep?
         ,        ,       ,           ,          ,
      Am I | the mo|tive of | these tears | my lord?
          ,      ,        ,       ,       ,
      If hap|ly you | my fa|ther do | suspect
          ,       ,         ,          ,         ,
      An in|strument | of this | your cal|ling back,
       ,               ,         ,    ,    2         ,
      Lay not | your blame | on me:| If you have | lost him,
      ,          ,         ,
40    I have | lost him | too.
 
OTHELLO
                                           ,       ,
                               Had | it pleased | heaven
          ,         ,        ,         ,            ,
      To try | me with | afflic|tion; had | they rained
            ,          ,            ,               ,    ,
      All kinds | of sores | and shames | on my / bare head.
         ,             ,     ,     2     ,      ,
      Steeped me | in pov|erty | to the ve|ry lips.
        x            ,   2   ,      2    ,        ,
45    Given to | capti|vity me | and my ut|most hopes,
           ,            ,          ,      ,             ,
      I should | have found | in some | place of | my soul
          ,        ,          ,      ,         ,       2->
      A drop | of pa|tience: but | alas,| to make || me
           ,      ,       ,          ,         ,
      The fix|ed fig|ure for | the time | of scorn,
           ,           ,       ,       ,       ,
      To point | his slow | unmo|ving fin|ger at.
            ,         ,          ,      ,           ,
50    Yet could | I bear | that too,| well, ve|ry well:
            ,           ,         ,         ,        ,
      But there,| where I | have gar|nered up | my heart,
             ,      ,          ,         ,         ,
      Where ei|ther I | must live,| or bear | no life;
            ,         ,          ,         ,         ,
      The foun|tain from | the which | my cur|rent runs,
           ,           ,       ,       ,         ,
      Or else | dries^up:| to be | discar|ded thence,
           ,        ,      ,               ,    ,
55    Or keep | it as | a cis|tern for / foul toads
           ,         ,     2      ,       2     ,        ,
      To knot | and gen|der in. Turn | thy complex|ion there,
       ,                ,           ,      ,    ,
      Patience,| thou young | and rose-|lipped che/rubin,
          ,           ,         ,    oo   oo
      I here | look grim | as hell.|    |
 
DESDEMONA
          ,        ,       ,        ,         ,      2->
      I hope | my no|ble lord | esteems | me ho||nest.
 
OTHELLO
          ,        ,        ,      ,    2        ,
60    Oh aye,| as sum|mer flies | are in the | shambles,
             ,      ,    2      ,         ,          ,
      That quick|en e|ven with blo|wing. Oh | thou weed:
           ,         ,       ,           ,           ,
      Who art | so love|ly fair,| and smellst | so sweet,
                   ,     ,          ,    oo   oo
      That the / sense aches | at thee,|    |
        T     T    T       T    T    T
      Would thou hadst | nere been born.
 
DESDEMONA
      <-  ,           ,   2     ,         ,       ,
65      Alas,|| what ig|norant sin | have I | commit|ted?
 
OTHELLO
      <- ,            ,     ,             ,      ,       __
        Was || this fair | paper,| this most | goodly | book,
        ,               ,       ,      ,       ,
      Made to | write^whore | upon?| What com|mitted,
          ,        ,         ,       ,     ,
      Commit|ted? Oh,| thou pub|lic com|moner,
           ,           ,     ,       ,         ,
      I should | make ve|ry for|ges of | my cheeks,
             ,         ,         ,        ,     ,
70    That would | to cin|ders burn | up mo|desty,
          ,         ,           ,       ,       ,
      Did I | but speak | thy deeds.| What com|mitted?
       ,         ,           ,    2                 ,    ,
      Heaven | stops the | nose at it,| and the / moon winks:
           ,       ,          ,       ,         ,
      The baw|dy wind | that kis|ses all | it meets,
            ,         ,         ,        ,         ,
      Is hushed | within | the hol|low mine | of earth
            ,          ,          ,        ,       o
75    And will | not hear | it. What | commit|ted?
 
DESDEMONA
            x          ,        ,
      By heaven,| you do | me wrong.
 
OTHELLO
                                     ,         ,         ,      ->
                                    Are you | not a || strumpet?
 
DESDEMONA
      __    ,      ,       ,
      No,| as I | am a | Christian.
          ,        ,           ,       ,         ,
      If to | preserve | this ves|sel for | my lord,
           ,    ,        ,       ,        ,
80    From a|ny o|ther foul | unlaw|ful touch
          ,        ,       ,        ,        ,
      Be not | to be | a strum|pet, I | am none.
 
OTHELLO
        ,             ,
      What, not | a whore?
 
DESDEMONA
                            ,           ,          ,
                           No, as | I shall | be saved.
 
OTHELLO
       ,       ,     ,
      Is it | possi|ble?
 
DESDEMONA
                                  x         ,
85                        Oh | heaven for|give us.
 
OTHELLO
         ,         ,       ,    oo
      I cry | you mer|cy then.|
      <-    ,          ,          ,         ,         ,       o
        I took || you for | that cun|ning whore | of Ven|ice,
            ,         ,       ,       ,     ,
      That mar|ried with | Othel|lo. You | mistress,
             ,         ,       ,    3  3     ,      ,
      That have | the of|fice op|posite to Saint | Peter,
            ,          ,         ,          ,         ,
90    And keep | the gate | of hell.| You, you:| aye you.
 
[Re-enter EMILIA]
        2       ,           ,              ,    3   3       ,
      We have done | our course;| there's mo|ney for your pains:
      <-    ,          ,         ,          ,           ,       o
        I pray || you turn | the key,| and keep | our coun|sel.
 
[Exit]
 
EMILIA
        ,      ,               ,      ,         ,
      Alas,| what does | this gen|tleman | conceive?
           ,        ,       ,     ,            ,      ,   ->
      How do | you ma|dam? How | do you | my good || lady?
 
DESDEMONA
       ___      ,      ,
95    Faith,| half a|sleep.
 
EMILIA
      <-        ,         ,           ,           2     ,
        Good | madam,|| what's the | matter | with my lord?
 
DESDEMONA
      <-      ,
        With who?
 
EMILIA
                  ,                ,     ,
                 Why, with || my lord,| madam?
 
DESDEMONA
       ,             ,
      Who is | thy lord?
 
EMILIA
                          ,     2        T      T    T    ->
100                      He that is || yours, sweet la|dy.
 
DESDEMONA
            ,    ,        ,       ,        ,    ,   _   oo
      I / have none:| do not || talk to | me E|mili|a;|
         ,        ,         ,         ,        ,
      I can|not weep:| nor an|swers have | I none,
            ,            ,       ,       ,      2    ,
      But what | should go | by wa|ter. Pri|thee tonight,
       ,    2      ,        ,           ,        ,
      Lay on my | bed my | wedding | sheets, re|member,
            ,         ,        ,
105   And call | thy hus|band hi|ther.
 
EMILIA
                                            2    ,          ,
                                      Here's a change | indeed.
 
[Exit]
 
DESDEMONA
             ,         ,          ,         ,      ,
      'Tis meet | I should | be used | so: ve|ry meet.
       ,             ,        ,           ,           ,
      How have | I been | behaved,| that he | might stick
            ,      2  ,       ,        ,         ,
      The smal|lest opin|ion on | my least | misuse?
 
[Re-enter EMILIA with IAGO]
 
IAGO
        ,    2         ,         ,            x           ,
110   What is your | pleasure | madam?| How is it | with you?
 
DESDEMONA
         ,        ,       ,      2       T     T     T
      I can|not tell:| those that do | teach young babes
       ,            ,        ,          ,      ,
      Do it | with gen|tle means,| and ea|sy tasks.
           ,            ,        ,              ,    ,
      He might | have chid | me so;| for in / good faith
      ,   2      ,          ,
      I am a | child to | chiding.
 
IAGO
                                     ,    2       ,         ,   ->
115                                What is the | matter || lady?
 
EMILIA
        ,     ,    2     ,          ,         ,         ->
      Alas |(Ia|go) my lord | hath so || bewhored | her,
         ,       ,       ,          ,         ,      ,     2->
      Thrown | such de|spite and | heavy || terms u|pon her
             T     T    T        ,
      As | true hearts can|not bear.
 
DESDEMONA
      T  T   T      ,     ,
      Am I that | name, I|ago?
 
IAGO
                                __      __           ,
120                            What || name |(fair* la|dy)?
 
DESDEMONA
      <-  ,      2      ,         ,          ,       ,
        Such | as she says | my lord || did say | I was.
 
EMILIA
      <-      ,           ,        ,        ,         ,
        He called | her whore:| a beg||gar in | his drink
      <-       ,           ,           ,        ,         ,     2->
        Could not | have laid | such terms || upon | his cal|lat.
 
IAGO
           ,        ,
      Why did | he so?
 
DESDEMONA
      <-   ,          ,     2     ,             ,    ,
125     I do || not know;| I am sure | I am / none such.
 
IAGO
      <- ,          ,         ,   __      ,         ,
        Do not || weep, do | not weep:| alas | the day.
 
EMILIA
        ,     2      ,        ,      ,       ,
      Hath she for|sook so | many | noble | matches?
           ,        ,          ,        ,           ,
      Her fa|ther? And | her coun|try? And | her friends?
                 ,     ,       ,              ,          ,
      To be / called whore?| Would it | not make | one weep?
 
DESDEMONA
       ,   2       ,         ,
130   It is my | wretched | fortune.
 
IAGO
                                    ,            x
                                Beshrew | him for it:
            ,            ,       ,        2->
      How comes | this trick | upon | him?
 
DESDEMONA
              x            ,
      Nay, heaven | doth know.
 
EMILIA
      ,     2        ,           ,     ,        ,
      I will be | hanged, if | some e|ternal | villain,
            ,     ,       ,   ,        ,
135   Some bu|sy and | insin|ua|ting rogue,
            ,         ,    2     ,         ,          ,       ->
      Some cog|ging, co|zening slave,| to get | some of||fice,
        ,       2    ,            ,           2        ,     ,
      Have | not devised | this slan|der; I'll be / hanged else.
 
IAGO
       ,        2      ,         ,         ,     ,
      Fie, there is | no such | man; it | is im|possible.
 
DESDEMONA
         ,      ,           ,      x    ,
      If a|ny such | there be,| heaven par/don him!
 
EMILIA
         ,       ,       ,
140   A hal|ter par|don him:
            ,      ,         ___
      And hell | gnaw his | bones.
       ,                ,          ,
      Why should | he call | her whore?
            ,          ,     ,
      Who keeps | her com|pany?
        T    T      T     __
      What place? What | time?
             ,           ,      ,
145   What form?| What like|lihood?
            ,         ,       2       ,     ,   2        ,
      The Moor's | abused | by some^most | villanous | knave,
      <-          ,      ,   2      ,             ,       ,
        Some || base no|torious | knave, some | scurvy | fellow.
            x             ,        ,           ,          ,
      Oh heavens,| that such | compan|ions thou'dst | unfold,
           ,        ,      ,        ,        ,
      And put | in ev|ery ho|nest hand | a whip
           ,         ,        ,        ,            ,
150   To lash | the ras|cals na|ked through | the world
             ,          ,      2      ,
      Eene from | the east | to the west.
 
IAGO
                                           ,             ,
                                         Speak with|in door.
 
EMILIA
          ,      ,            ,            ,         ,
      Oh fie | upon | them: Some | such squire | he was
              ,           ,         ,       ,         ,
      That turned | your wit,| the sea|my side | without,
            ,     ,            ,     ,              ,
155   And made | you to | suspect | me with | the Moor.
 
IAGO
        ,           ,        ,
      You are | a fool:| go to.
 
DESDEMONA
                                  ,     x
                                Alas | Iago,
             ,        ,       ,         ,       ,
      What shall | I do | to win | my lord | again?
               ,      ,   2           ,          ,           x
      Good* friend,| go to him;| for by | this light | of heaven,
          ,         ,        ,           ,        ,
160   I know | not how | I lost | him. Here | I kneel:
          ,         ,          ,      2    ,           ,
      If ere | my will | did tres|pass against | his love,
       ,         2     ,            ,          ,   2    ,
      Either | in discourse | of thought | or ac|tual deed,
           ,           ,           ,       ,      ,
      Or that | mine^eyes,| mine ears,| or a|ny sense
          ,        ,       ,    ,        ,
      Deligh|ted them:| or a|ny o|ther form.
           ,       ,        ,        ,      ,
165   Or that | I do | not yet,| and e|ver did,
          ,       ,             ,        ,         ,
      And e|ver will,| (though he | do shake | me off
          ,    3  3    ,           ,          ,
      To beg|garly divorce|ment) love | him dear|ly,
      <- ,              ,    ,       ,              ,   ,
        Com||fort for/swear me.| Unkind|ness / may do much,
           ,        ,        ,        ,         ,
      And his | unkind|ness may | defeat | my life,
           ,       ,          ,     2    ,           ,
170   But ne|ver taint | my love.| I cannot | say whore,
           ,       ,        ,        ,           ,
      It does | abhor | me now | I speak | the word;
          ,        ,           ,        2   ,        ,
      To do | the act | that might | the addi|tion earn
         2       ,        ,        ,    ,           ,
      Not the world's | mass of | vani|ty could | make me.
 
IAGO
          ,         ,        ,      ,     2       ,
      I pray | you be | content;| 'tis but his | humour:
           ,         ,         ,       ,            ,
175   The bus|iness of | the state | does him | offence,
           ,          ,           ,
      And he | does chide | with you.
 
DESDEMONA
            ,        ,
      If 'twere | no o|ther.
 
IAGO
                              ,         ,      ,        ->
                             Tis | but so,| I war||rant.
 
[Trumpets within]
        ,       2       ,     2      ,     2    ,       o
      Hark | how these in|struments sum|mon to sup|per:
           ,       ,        ,        ,          ,
180   The mes|sengers | of Ve|nice stay | the meat;
          ,         ,     T    T     T          2     ,
      Go in,| and weep | not; all things | shall be well.
 
[Exeunt DESDEMONA and EMILIA. Enter RODERIGO]
 
How now Roderigo?
 
RODERIGO
I do not find that thou dealest justly with me.
 
IAGO
What in the contrary?
 
RODERIGO
Every day thou daffest me with some device, Iago; and rather, as it seems to me now, keepest from me all conveniency than suppliest me with the least advantage of hope. I will indeed no longer endure it, nor am I yet persuaded to put up in peace what already I have foolishly suffered.
 
IAGO
Will you hear me, Roderigo?
 
RODERIGO
'Faith, I have heard too much, for your words and performances are no kin together.
 
IAGO
You charge me most unjustly.
 
RODERIGO
With nought but truth. I have wasted myself out of my means. The jewels you have had from me to deliver to Desdemona would half have corrupted a votarist: you have told me she hath received them and returned me expectations and comforts of sudden respect and acquaintance, but I find none.
 
IAGO
Well; go to; very well.
 
RODERIGO
Very well! go to! I cannot go to, man; nor 'tis not very well: nay, I think it is scurvy, and begin to find myself fobbed in it.
 
IAGO
Very well.
 
RODERIGO
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.
 
IAGO
You have said now.
 
RODERIGO
Aye, and said nothing but what I protest intendment of doing.
 
IAGO
Why, now I see there's mettle in thee, and even from this instant to 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.
 
RODERIGO
It hath not appeared.
 
IAGO
I grant indeed it hath not appeared, and your suspicion is not without wit and judgment. But, Roderigo, if thou hast that in 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 enjoy not Desdemona, take me from this world with treachery and devise engines for my life.
 
RODERIGO
Well, what is it? is it within reason and compass?
 
IAGO
Sir, there is especial commission come from Venice to depute Cassio in Othello's place.
 
RODERIGO
Is that true? why, then Othello and Desdemona return again to Venice.
 
IAGO
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.
 
RODERIGO
How do you mean, removing of him?
 
IAGO
Why, by making him uncapable of Othello's place; knocking out his brains.
 
RODERIGO
And that you would have me to do?
 
IAGO
Aye, if you dare do yourself a profit and a right. He sups tonight with a harlotry, and thither will I go to him: he knows not yet of his horrorable fortune. If you will watch his going thence, which I will fashion to fall out between twelve and one, you may take him at your pleasure: I will be near to 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 suppertime, and the night grows to waste: about it.
 
RODERIGO
I will hear further reason for this.
 
IAGO
And you shall be satisfied.
 
[Exeunt]

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