Make her amends; she weeps.

Üth.

O devil, devil!

If that the earth could teem with woman's tears,
Each drop she falls would prove a crocodile.—

Out of my sight!

I will not stay to offend you.

Des.

Lo. Truly, an obedient lady :

I do beseech your lordship, call her back.

[guing.

Oth. Ay; you did wish that I would make her

turn:

Sir, she can turn, and turn, and yet go on,

weep;

And turn again and she can weep, sir,
And she's obedient, as you say,—obedient,—
Very obedient-proceed you in your tears.—
Concerning this, sir;-O, well-painted passion!
I am commanded home :-get you away;
I'll send for you anon.-Sir, I obey the mandate,
And will return to Venice.-Hence, avaunt!

[Exit Desdemona.
Cassio shail have my place: and, sir, to-night,
I ao entreat that we may sup together.
You are welcome, sir, to Cyprus.-Goats and mon-

keys!

[Exit.

Lo. Is this the noble Moor, whom our full se

nate

Call all-in-all sufficient? this the noble nature,

Whom passion could not shake? whose solid virtue, The shot of accident, nor dart of chance,

Could neither graze nor pierce ?

He is much changed.

Iago.
Lo. Are his wits safe? is he not light of brain ?
Iago. He is that he is: I may not breathe my

censure.

What he might be,-if, what he might, he is not,I would to Heaven he were.

Lo.

What, strike his wife!

Iago. Faith, that was not so well; yet would I

knew

That stroke would prove the worst.

Lo.

Is it his use?

Or did the letters work upon his blood,

And new-create this fault?

Iago.

Alas, alas!

It is not honesty in me to speak

What I have seen and known. You shall observe

him ;

And his own courses will denote him so,

That I may save my speech. Do but go after,
And mark how he continues.

Lo. I am sorry that I am deceived in him.

[Exeunt.

SCENE 11.

A room in the castle.

Enter OTHELLO and EMILIA.

Oth. You have seen nothing then?

Emi. Nor ever heard, nor ever did suspect.

Oth. Yes, you have seen Cassio and she together. Emi. But then I saw no harm; and then I heard Each syllable, that breath made up between them. Oth. What, did they never whisper?

Emi.

Never, my lord.

Oth. Nor send you out o' the way?

Emi.

Never.

Oth. To fetch her fan, her gloves, her mask, nor

nothing?

Emi. Never, my lord.

Oth.

That's strange.

Emi. I durst, my lord, to wager she is honest; Lay down my soul at stake: if you think other, Remove your thought; it doth abuse your bosom. any wretch hath put this in your head,

If

Let Heaven requite it with the serpent's curse!
For, if she be not honest, chaste, and true,

There's no man happy; the purest of their wives
Is foul as slander.

Oth.

Bid her come hither; go.

[Exit Emilia.

She says enough; yet she's a simple bawd
That cannot say as much. This is a subtle whore,
A closet lock and key of villanous secrets:

And yet she'll kneel and pray; I have seen her

Leave procreants alone, and shut the door;
Cough, or cry hem, if any body come:

Your mystery, your mystery!-nay, despatch.

[Exit Emilia.

Des. Upon my knees, what doth your speech im

port?

I understand a fury in your words,

But not the words.

Oth. Why, what art thou?

Des.

And loyal wife.

Oth.

Your wife, my lord; your true

Come, swear it; damn thyself;

Lest. being like one of heaven, the devils them