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A Room in the Castle.
Enter Othello and EMILIA. Oth. You have seen nothing then? Emil. Nor ever heard; nor ever did suspect. Oth. Yes, you have seen Cassio and she together.
Emil. But then I saw no harm; and then I heard Each syllable, that breath made up between them.
Oth. What, did they never whisper?
Never, my lord,
Never. Oth. To fetch her fan, her gloves, her mask, nor
[Exit Emilia, She says enough ;-yet she's a simple bawd,
That cannot say as much. This is a subtle whore,
Re-enter EMILIA, with DesdeMONA.
Des. My lord, what is your will ?
Pray, chuck, come hither.
Let me see your eyes; Look in my
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.
[Erit Emilia, Des. Upon my knees, what doth your speech im
Oth. Why, what art thou?
Your wife, my lord; your true
Come, swear it, damn thyself; Lest, being like one of heaven, the devils them,
selves Should fear to seize thee: therefore be double-damn'd, Swear--thou art honest.
Heaven doth truly know it. Oth. Heaven truly knows, that thou art false as
Des. Alas, the hedvy day!- Why do you weep? Am I the occasion of these tears, my
Had it pleas'd heaven
Patience, thou young and rose-lipp'd cherubin;
Des. I hope, my noble lord esteems me honest.
Oth. O, ay; as summer flies are in the shambles, That quicken even with blowing. Othou 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 book,
By heaven, you do me wrong.
No, as I am a christian: If to preserve this vessel for
lord, From other foul unlawful touch, Be-not to be a strumpet, I am none.
Oth. What, not a whore?
No, as I shall be sav'd. Oth. Is it possible?
Des. O, heaven forgive us!
I cry you mercy, then;
Re-cnter EMILIA. That have the office opposite to Saint Peter, And keep the gate of hell; You! you! ay, you! We have done our course; there's money for your
• pains; I pray you, turn the key, and keep our counsel.
[Exit. Emil. Alas, what does this gentleman conceive? How do you, madam? how do you, my good lady?
Des. 'Faith, half asleep.
Why, with my lord, madam.
He that is yours, sweet lady.
Here is a change, indeed!
[Exit. Des. 'Tis meet I should be ús'd so, very meet.