4.2Sc. 12Scena Secunda.

Enter Othello, and Æmilia.

1

Othe. You haue seene nothing then?

2

Æmil. Nor euer heard: nor euer did suspect.

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Othe. Yes, you haue seene Cassio, and she together.

4

Æmi. But then I saw no harme: and then I heard,

5Each syllable that breath made vp betweene them.

6

Othe. What? Did they neuer whisper?

Æmil. Neuer my Lord.

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Othe. Nor send you out o'th'way?

Æmil. Neuer.

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Othe. To fetch her Fan, her Gloues, her Mask, nor nothing?

9

Æmil. Neuer my Lord.

Othe. That's strange.

10

Æmil. I durst (my Lord) to wager, she is honest:

11Lay downe my Soule at stake: If you thinke other,

pg 3226Critical Apparatus12Remoue your thought. It doth abuse your bosome:

13If any wretch haue put this in your head,

Critical Apparatus14Let [God] requit it with the Serpents curse,

15For if she be not honest, chaste, and true,

Critical Apparatus16There's no man happy. The purest of their Wiues

17Is foule as Slander.

Othe. Bid her come hither: go.

Exit Æmilia.

18She saies enough: yet she's a simple Baud

Critical Apparatus19That cannot say as much. This is a subtile Whore:

20A Closset Locke and Key of Villanous Secrets,

21And yet she'le kneele, and pray: I haue seene her do't.

Enter Desdemona, and Æmilia.

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Des. My Lord, what is your will?

Othe. Pray you Chucke come hither.

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Des. What is your pleasure?

Oth. Let me see your eyes: Looke in my face.

24

Des. What horrible Fancie's this?

Othe. Some of your Function Mistris:

25Leaue Procreants alone, and shut the doore:

26Cough, or cry hem; if any body come:

Critical Apparatus27Your Mystery, your Mystery: [Nay] dispatch.

Exit Æmi.

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Des. Vpon my knee, what doth your speech import?

Critical Apparatus29I vnderstand a Fury in your words,

Critical Apparatus30[But not the] words.

Othe. Why? What art thou?

Des. Your wife my Lord:

Critical Apparatus31Your true and loyall wife.

Othello. Come sweare it: damne thy selfe,

Critical Apparatus32Least being like one of Heauen, the diuells themselues

33Should feare to ceaze thee. Therefore be double damn'd:

34Sweare thou art honest.

Des. Heauen doth truely know it.

35

Othe. Heauen truely knowes, that thou art false as hell.

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Des. To whom my Lord? With whom? How am I false?

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Othe. Ah Desdemon, away, away, away.

38

Des. Alas the heauy day: why do you weepe?

pg 3227Critical Apparatus39Am I the motiue of these teares my Lord?

40If happely you my Father do suspect,

41An Instrument of this your calling backe,

Critical Apparatus42Lay not your blame on me: if you haue lost him,

Critical Apparatus43I haue lost him too.

Othe. Had it pleas'd [God],

Critical Apparatus44To try me with Affliction, had [he] rain'd

Critical Apparatus45All kind of Sores, and Shames on my bare-head:

46Steep'd me in pouertie to the very lippes.

Critical Apparatus47Giuen to Captiuitie, me, and my vtmost hopes,

Critical Apparatus48I should haue found in some place of my Soule

49A drop of patience. But alas, to make me

Critical Apparatus50The fixed Figure for the time of Scorne,

Critical Apparatus51To point his slow, and mouing finger at.

52Yet could I beare that too, well, very well:

53But there where I haue garnerd vp my heart,

54Where either I must liue, or beare no life,

55The Fountaine from the which my currant runnes,

56Or else dries vp: to be discarded thence,

57Or keepe it as a Cesterne, for foule Toades

58To knot and gender in. Turne thy complexion there:

Critical Apparatus59Patience, thou young and Rose-lip'd Cherubin,

Critical Apparatus60I heere looke grim as hell.

61

Des. I hope my Noble Lord esteemes me honest.

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Othe. Oh I, as Sommer Flyes are in the Shambles,

Critical Apparatus63That quicken euen with blowing. Oh thou weed:

Critical Apparatus64Who art so louely faire, and smell'st so sweete,

Critical Apparatus65That the Sense akes at thee, would thou had'st neuer bin borne.

66

Des. Alas, what ignorant sin haue I committed?

67

Othe. Was this faire Paper? This most goodly Booke

Critical Apparatus68Made to write Whore vpon? What commited,

vv2vCritical Apparatus Link 69Committed? Oh, thou publicke Commoner,

70I should make very Forges of my cheekes,

71That would to Cynders burne vp Modestie,

72Did I but speake thy deedes. What commited?

73Heauen stoppes the Nose at it, and the Moone winks:

74The baudy winde that kisses all it meetes,

Critical Apparatus75Is hush'd within the hollow Myne of Earth

Critical Apparatus76And will not hear't. What commited?

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Des. By Heauen you do me wrong.

78

Othe. Are not you a Strumpet?

79

Des. No, as I am a Christian.

80If to preserue this vessell for my Lord,

Critical Apparatus81From any other foule vnlawfull touch

82Be not to be a Strumpet, I am none.

83

Othe. What, not a Whore?

Des. No, as I shall be sau'd.

84

Othe. Is't possible?

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Des. Oh [God] forgiue vs.

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Othe. I cry you mercy then.

87I tooke you for that cunning Whore of Venice,

88That married with Othello. You Mistris,

Enter Æmilia.

89That haue the office opposite to Saint Peter,

Critical Apparatus90And keepes the gate of hell. You, you: I you.

91We haue done our course: there's money for your paines:

92I pray you turne the key, and keepe our counsaile.

Exit.

93

Æmil. Alas, what do's this Gentleman conceiue?

94How do you Madam? how do you my good Lady?

95

Des. Faith, halfe a sleepe.

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Æmi. Good Madam, what's the matter with my Lord?

97

Des. With who?

Æmil. Why, with my Lord, Madam?

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Des. Who is thy Lord?

Æmil. He that is yours, sweet Lady.

99

Des. I haue none: do not talke to me, Æmilia,

Critical Apparatus100I cannot weepe: nor answeres haue I none,

101But what should go by water. Prythee to night,

Critical Apparatus102Lay on my bed my wedding sheetes, remember,

Critical Apparatus103And call thy husband hither.

Æmil. Heere's a change indeed.

Exit.

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Des. 'Tis meete I should be vs'd so: very meete.

105How haue I bin behau'd, that he might sticke

Critical Apparatus106The small'st opinion on my least misvse?

Enter Iago, and Æmilia.

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

108

Des. I cannot tell: those that do teach yong Babes

109Do it with gentle meanes, and easie taskes.

110He might haue chid me so: for in good faith

Critical Apparatus111I am a Child to chiding.

Iago. What is the matter Lady?

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Æmil. Alas (Iago) my Lord hath so bewhor'd her,

pg 3229113Throwne such dispight, and heauy termes vpon her

Critical Apparatus114That true hearts cannot beare it.

115

Des. Am I that name, Iago?

116

Iago. What name (faire Lady?)

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Des. Such as she said my Lord did say I was.

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Æmil. He call'd her whore: a Begger in his drinke:

119Could not haue laid such termes vpon his Callet.

120

Iago. Why did he so?

121

Des. I do not know: I am sure I am none such.

122

Iago. Do not weepe, do not weepe: alas the day.

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Æmil. Hath she forsooke so many Noble Matches?

Critical Apparatus124Her Father? And her Country? And her Friends?

125To be call'd Whore? Would it not make one weepe?

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Des. It is my wretched Fortune.

Iago. Beshrew him for't:

Critical Apparatus127How comes this Tricke vpon him?

Des. Nay, [God] doth know.

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Æmi. I will be hang'd, if some eternall Villaine,

129Some busie and insinuating Rogue,

130Some cogging, cozening Slaue, to get some Office,

131Haue not deuis'd this Slander: I will be hang'd else.

132

Iago. Fie, there is no such man: it is impossible.

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Des. If any such there be, [God] pardon him.

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Æmil. A halter pardon him: and hell gnaw his bones.

135Why should he call her Whore? Who keepes her companie?

Critical Apparatus136What Place? What Time? What Forme? What liklyhood?

Critical Apparatus137The Moore's abus'd by some most villanous Knaue,

138Some base notorious Knaue, some scuruy Fellow.

Critical Apparatus139Oh [God], that such companions thou'd'st vnfold,

140And put in euery honest hand a whip

Critical Apparatus141To lash the Rascalls naked through the world,

Critical Apparatus142Euen from the East to th'West.

Iago. Speake within doore.

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Æmil. Oh fie vpon them: some such Squire he was

144That turn'd your wit, the seamy-side without,

145And made you to suspect me with the Moore.

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Iago. You are a Foole: go too.

Des. [O God] Iago,

147What shall I do to win my Lord againe?

148Good Friend, go to him: for by this light of Heauen,

Critical Apparatus149I know not how I lost him. Heere I kneele:

150If ere my will did trespasse 'gainst his Loue,

151Either in discourse of thought, or actuall deed,

152Or that mine Eyes, mine Eares, or any Sence

Critical Apparatus153Delighted them, [in] any other Forme.

154Or that I do not yet, and euer did,

155And euer will, (though he do shake me off

156To beggerly diuorcement) Loue him deerely,

157Comfort forsweare me. Vnkindnesse may do much,

158And his vnkindnesse may defeat my life,

159But neuer taynt my Loue. I cannot say Whore,

160It do's abhorre me now I speake the word,

161To do the Act, that might the addition earne,

162Not the worlds Masse of vanitie could make me.

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Iago. I pray you be content: 'tis but his humour:

Critical Apparatus164The businesse of the State do's him offence.

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Des. If 'twere no other.

Iago. It is but so, I warrant,

Critical Apparatus166Hearke how these Instruments summon to supper:

Critical Apparatus167The Messengers of Venice staies the meate,

168Go in, and weepe not: all things shall be well.

Exeunt Desdemona and Æmilia. Enter Rodorigo.

169How now Rodorigo?

Critical Apparatus170

Rod. I do not finde that thou deal'st iustly with me.

171

Iago. What in the contrarie?

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Rodori. Euery day thou dafts me with some deuise Iago, and Critical Apparatus173rather, as it seemes to me now, keep'st from me all conueniencie, then 174suppliest me with the least aduantage of hope: I will indeed no longer 175endure it. Nor am I yet perswaded to put vp in peace, what already I haue 176foolishly suffred.

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Iago. Will you heare me Rodorigo?

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Rodori. [Faith] I haue heard too much: and your words and Critical Apparatus179Performances are no kin together.

180

Iago. You charge me most vniustly.

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Rodo. With naught but truth: I haue wasted my selfe out of my Critical Apparatus182meanes. The Iewels you haue had from me to deliuer Desdemona, would Critical Apparatus183halfe haue corrupted a Votarist. You haue told me she hath receiu'd them, Critical Apparatus184and return'd me expectations and comforts of sodaine respect, and Critical Apparatus185acquaintance, but I finde none.

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Iago. Well, go too: very well.

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Rod. Very well, go too: I cannot go too, (man) nor tis not very Critical Apparatus188well. Nay [by this hand] I [sweare] it is scuruy: and begin to finde my selfe 189fopt in it.

190

Iago. Very well.

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Rodor. I tell you, 'tis not very well: I will make my selfe knowne to Critical Apparatus192Desdemona. If she will returne me my Iewels, I will giue ouer my Suit, 193and repent my vnlawfull solicitation. If not, assure your selfe, I will 194seeke satisfaction of you.

195

Iago. You haue said now.

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Rodo. I: and said nothing but what I protest intendment of doing.

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Iago. Why, now I see there's mettle in thee: and euen from this instant 198do build on thee a better opinion then euer before: giue me thy hand Critical Apparatus199Rodorigo. Thou hast taken against me a most iust exception: but yet I Critical Apparatus200protest I haue dealt most directly in thy Affaire.

201

Rod. It hath not appeer'd.

202

Iago. I grant indeed it hath not appeer'd: and your suspition is not Critical Apparatus203without wit and iudgement. But Rodorigo, if thou hast that in thee 204indeed, which I haue greater reason to beleeue now then euer (I meane 205purpose, Courage, and Valour) this night shew it. If thou the next night Critical Apparatus206following enioy not Desdemona, take me from this world with Treacherie, 207and deuise Engines for my life.

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Rod. Well: what is it? Is it within reason and compasse?

Critical Apparatus209

Iago. Sir, there is especiall Commission come from Venice to depute 210Cassio in Othello's place.

211

Rod. Is that true? Why then Othello and Desdemona returne 212againe to Venice.

213

Iago. Oh no: he goes into Mauritania and taketh away with him the faire 214Desdemona, vnlesse his abode be lingred heere by some accident. 215Wherein none can be so determinate, as the remouing of Cassio.

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Rod. How do you meane remouing him?

217

Iago. Why, by making him vncapable of Othello's place: knocking out 218his braines.

219

Rod. And that you would haue me to do.

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Iago. I: if you dare do your selfe a profit, and a right. He sups to night Critical Apparatus221with a Harlotry: and thither will I go to him. He knowes not yet of his 222Honourable Fortune, if you will watch his going thence (which I will 223fashion to fall out betweene twelue and one) you may take him at your 224pleasure. I will be neere to second your Attempt, and he shall fall betweene 225vs. Come, stand not amaz'd at it, but go along with me: I will shew you 226such a necessitie in his death, that you shall thinke your selfe bound to 227put it on him. It is now high supper time: and the night growes to wast. 228About it.

229

Rod. I will heare further reason for this.

230

Iago. And you shalbe satisfi'd.

Exeunt.