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I am commanded home :-Get you away;
He is much chang'd.
Iago. He is that he is; I may not breathe my censure.
What, strike his wife!
Is it his use?
Lod. I am sorry, that I am deceiv'd in him. [Exeunt.
SCENE II. A Room in the Castle.
Enter OTHELLO and EMILIA.
Emil. But then I saw no harm : and then I heard
Oth, What, did they never whisper?
Never, my lord. Oth. Nor send you ont o’the way? Emil.
Never. Oth. To fetch her fan, her gloves, her mask, nor Emil. Never, my lord.
Re-enter EMILIA, with DesdEMONA.
Pray, chuck, come hither.
Let me see your eyes ; Look in my face. Des.
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.
Oth. Why, what art thou?
Your wife, my lord; your true
Come, swear it, damn thyself; Lest, being like one of heaven, the devils ihenselves
Should fear to seize thee: therefore be double-damu'd,
Heaven doth truly know it. Oth. Heaven truly knows, that thou art false as hell. Des. To whom, my lord? With whoin? How am I
Des. Alas, the heavy day?-Why do you weep?
Had it pleas'd heaven
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 hadst ne'er
been born! Des. Alas, what ignorant sin have I coinmitted? Oth. Was this fair paper, this inost goodly book, Made to write whore upon? What committed !
Committed!~0 thou public commoner!
By heaven, you do me wrong.
No, as I am a Christian :
Oth. What, not a whore?
No, as I shall be saved.
I cry you mercy, then;
Re-enter EMILIA. That have the office opposite to saint Peter, And keep the gale 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 gentlemau conceive? How do you, madam? how do you, iny 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 us’d so, very meet. How have I been behav'd, that he might stick The small'st opinion on my great'st abuse?
Re-enter. EMILIA, with Iago. lago. What is your pleasure, madam? How is it
Des. I cannot tell. Those, that do teach young babes, Do it with gentle means,
Wbat's the matter, lady?
Des. Am I that name, Iago?
fair lady? Des. Such as, she says, my lord did say I was.
Emil. He calls her, whore; a beggar, in his drink, Could not have laid such terms upon his callet.
Iago. Why did he so?
Emil. Has she forsook so many noble matches,
Des. It is my wretched fortune.
Beshrew him for it!
Nay, heaven doth know.
. I will be hang'd, if some eternal villain,
lago. Fie, there is no such man: it is impossible.
Emil. 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?