To knot and gender in!-turn thy complexion there! Patience, thou young and rose-lipp'd cherubin ; Des. I hope, my noble lord esteems me honest. Des. Alas, what ignorant sin have I committed? Is hush'd within the hollow mine of earth, Des. By heaven, you do me wrong. No, as I am a Christian : Oth. Are not you a strumpet? Oth. Is it possible? No, as I shall be aved, Des. O, Heaven forgive us! Oth. I cry you mercy then; I took you for that cunning whore of Venice, That married with Othello.-You, mistress, Enter EMILIA. That have the office opposite to Saint Peter, pains : I pray you, turn the key, and keep our counsel. [Exit. Emi. Alas, what does this gentleman conceive?How do you, madam? how do you, my good lady? Des. Faith, half asleep. Emi. Good madam, what's the matter with my Des. I have none: do not talk to me, Emilia ; I cannot weep; nor answer I have none, But what should go by water. Pr'ythee, to-night Lay on my bed my wedding sheets,-remember; And call thy husband hither. Emi. Here is a change, indeed! [Erit. Des. 'Tis meet I should be used so, very meet. How have I been behaved, that he might stick The small'st opinion on my great'st abuse? Re-enter EMILIA, with IAGO. Iago. What is your pleasure, madam? How is it with you? Des. I cannot tell. babes, Those, that do teach young Do it with gentle means and easy tasks : He might have chid me so; for, in good faith, Iago. What's the matter, lady? Emi. Alas, Iago, my lord hath so bewhored her, Thrown such despite and heavy terms upon her, As true hearts cannot bear. Des. Am I that name, Iago? What name, fair lady? Iago. Could not have laid such terms upon his callet.1 Des. I do not know: I am sure, I am none such. day! Emi. Has she forsook so many noble matches, Her father, and her country, and her friends, His drab. Des. It is my wretched fortune. How comes this trick upon him? Des. Beshrew him for it! Nay, Heaven doth know. Emi. I will be hang'd, if some eternal villain, Some busy and insinuating rogue, Some cogging, cozening slave, to get some office, Have not devised this slander; I'll be hang'd else. Iago. Fie, there is no such man; it is impossible. Des. If any such there be, Heaven pardon him! Emi. A halter pardon him, and heli gnaw his bones! Why should he call her whore? who keeps her company? What place? what time? what form? what likelihood? The Moor's abused by some most villanous knave, To lash the rascal naked through the world, Iago. Speak within door. Emi. O, fie upon him! Some such squire he was, That turn'd your wit the seamy side without,* And made you to suspect me with the Moor. Des. O good lago, I Fellows. ? Inside out. What shall I do to win my lord again? Good friend, go to him; for, by this light of heaven. I know not how I lost him. Here I kneel.— If e'er my will did trespass 'gainst his love, Or that I do not yet, and ever did, And ever will, though he do shake me off But never taint my love. I cannot say, whore; And he does chide with you. Des. If 'twere no other. Iago. It is but so, I warrant you. [trumpets. Hark, how these instruments summon to supper! And the great messengers of Venice stay. Go in, and weep not; all things shall be well. [Exeunt Desdemona and Emilia. Enter RODERIGO. How now. Roderigo? Title. |