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As Dian's vifage, is now begrim'd and black
I'll not endure it.
Othello's Speech after having receiv'd the Mandate, when confirm'd in his Sufpicions.
Ay! you did wish that I would make her turn:
I'll fend for you anon-Sir, I obey the mandate,
SCENE IX. His pathetic Upbraiding of his WifeDef. Upon my knee, what doth your fpeech import? I understand a fury in your words,
But not your
Oth. Why? what art thou?
Def. Your wife, my lord; your true and loyal wife.
Of heav'n, the devils themselves fhould fear to fieze thee,
Oth. Heaven truly knows, That thou art falfe as hell.
Def. To whom, my lord? With whom? How am I falfe?
Oth. Ah, Defdemona, away, away, away.
Oth. Had it pleas'd heaven,
To try me with affliction, had he rain'd
All kind of fores, and fhames on my bare head,
The fountain from the which my current runs,
Or keep it as a ciftern, for foul toads
To knot and gender in; (10) Turn thy complexion there,
(10) Turn, &c.] i. e. Patience, thou young, &c. there, [upon the fight of that, a fight fo fhocking and intolerable] turn thy complexion---Ay, do more than that, not only turn thy complexion but look grim as bell, horrible as a fiend, and unlike thyself, a young and rofe-lip'd cherubin." This is a natural and fine fenfe, and thus the words come neareft thofe found in the old editions: the Oxford editor reads,
There, there look grim as hell.
Patience, thou young and rofe-lip'd cherubin,
Def. I hope my noble lord esteems me honeft.
That the fenfe akes at thee;
Would thou had'ft ne'er been born!
Def. Alas! what ignorant fin have I committed? Oth. Was this fair paper, this most goodly book, Made to write whore upon what, what committed? Committed? Oh, thou public commoner,
I should make very forges of my cheeks,
Did I but speak thy deeds. What, what committed?1
Is hush'd within the hollow mine of earth,
And will not hear't. What, committed? impudent
Def. By heaven you do me wrong.
(11) O thou, &c] This paffage feems to need no alteration; "Oh thou weed---who art not only fo lovely fair, inviting us fmell, but also deft really smell so sweet that, c.
Def. Oh, heav'n forgive us.
Oth. I cry you mercy, then.
I took you for that cunning whore of Venice,
SCENE XI. Desdemona's Faithfulness.
What shall I do to win my lord again?
Good friend, go to him; for by this light of heav'n,
Or in discourse, or thought, or actual deed;
(12) See page 60 preceding.
Quoties tentamina noftra pudici
Ovid. Met. L. 7.
Her anfwer was, oft as my fuit I prefs'd,
ACT V. SCENE VI.
A Bed-chamber: Defdemona is difcover'd afleep in
Enter Othello with a light and a feword.
Oth. It is the caufe, it is the cause, my foul;
[Lays down the fword.
Yet fhe muft die, elfe fhe'll betray more men:
[Sets down the taper.
-I'll smell thee on the tree.
Obalmy breath, that doft almost persuade
(13) Put out, &c.] The prefent paffage hath been much criticifed upon, and is fo generally known and talk'd of, there remains little to be faid concerning it: I fhall therefore only add, the manner of reading it, which I have adopted, not only is most univerfally received,, but also seems to be most worthy Shakespear. I 3