Othello

You have seen nothing then?

Emilia

Nor ever heard, nor ever did suspect.

Othello

Yes, you have seen Cassio and she together.

Emilia

But then I saw no harm, and then I heard

Each syllable that breath made up between them.

Othello

What, did they never whisper?

Emilia

Never, my lord.

Othello

Nor send you out o' the way?

Emilia

Never.

Othello

To fetch her fan, her gloves, her mask, nor nothing?

Emilia

Never, my lord.

Othello

That's strange.

Emilia

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.

If any wretch have put this in your head,

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.

Othello

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 villainous secrets:

And yet she'll kneel and pray; I have seen her do't. Enter DESDEMONA with EMILIA.

Desdemona

My lord, what is your will?

Othello

Pray you, chuck, come hither.

Desdemona

What is your pleasure?

Othello

Let me see your eyes;

Look in my face.

Desdemona

What horrible fancy's this?

Othello

To Emilia

Some of your function, mistress;

Leave procreants alone and shut the door;

Cough, or cry “hem,” if anybody come:

Your mystery, your mystery: nay, dispatch. Exit Emilia.

Desdemona

Upon my knee, what doth your speech import?

I understand a fury in your words,

But not the words.

Othello

Why, what art thou?

Desdemona

Your wife, my lord; your true

And loyal wife.

Othello

Come, swear it, damn thyself;

Lest, being like one of heaven, the devils themselves

Should fear to seize thee: therefore be double damned:

Swear thou art honest.

Desdemona

Heaven doth truly know it.

Othello

Heaven truly knows that thou art false as hell.

Desdemona

To whom, my lord? with whom? how am I false?

Othello

Ah Desdemon! away! away! away!

Desdemona

Alas the heavy day! Why do you weep?

Am I the motive of these tears, my lord?

If haply you my father do suspect

An instrument of this your calling back,

Lay not your blame on me: if you have lost him,

Why, I have lost him too.

Othello

Had it pleased heaven

To try me with affliction; had they rained

All kind of sores and shames on my bare head,

Steeped me in poverty to the very lips,

Given to captivity me and my utmost hopes,

I should have found in some place of my soul

A drop of patience: but, alas, to make me

The fixed figure for the time of scorn

To point his slow unmoving finger at!

Yet could I bear that too; well, very well:

But there, where I have garnered up my heart,

Where either I must live, or bear no life;

The fountain from the which my current runs,

Or else dries up; to be discarded thence!

Or keep it as a cistern for foul toads

To knot and gender in! Turn thy complexion there,

Patience, thou young and rose-lipped cherubin, —

Ay, here, look grim as hell!

Desdemona

I hope my noble lord esteems me honest.

Othello

O, ay; as summer flies are in the shambles,

That quicken even with blowing. O thou weed,

Who art so lovely fair and smell'st so sweet

That the sense aches at thee, would thou hadst ne'er been born!

Desdemona

Alas, what ignorant sin have I committed?

Othello

Was this fair paper, this most goodly book,

Made to write “whore” upon? What committed!

Committed! O thou public commoner!

I should make very forges of my cheeks,

That would to cinders burn up modesty,

Did I but speak thy deeds. What committed!

Heaven stops the nose at it and the moon winks,

The bawdy wind that kisses all it meets

Is hushed within the hollow mine of earth.

And will not hear't. What committed!

Impudent strumpet!

Desdemona

By heaven, you do me wrong.

Othello

Are not you a strumpet?

Desdemona

No, as I am a Christian:

If to preserve this vessel for my lord

From any other foul unlawful touch

Be not to be a strumpet, I am none.

Othello

What, not a whore?

Desdemona

No, as I shall be saved.

Othello

Is't possible?

Desdemona

O, heaven forgive us!

Othello

I cry you mercy, then:

I took you for that cunning whore of Venice

That married with Othello. Raising his voice

You, mistress,

That have the office opposite to Saint Peter,

And keeps the gate of hell! Re-enter EMILIA. 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.

Emilia

Alas, what does this gentleman conceive?

How do you, madam? how do you, my good lady?

Desdemona

Faith, half asleep.

Emilia

Good madam, what's the matter with my lord?

Desdemona

With who?

Emilia

Why, with my lord, madam.

Desdemona

Who is thy lord?

Emilia

He that is yours, sweet lady.

Desdemona

I have none: do not talk to me, Emilia;

I cannot weep; nor answers have I none,

But what should go by water. Prithee, tonight

Lay on my bed my wedding-sheets: remember;

And call thy husband hither.

Emilia

Here's a change indeed! Exit.

Desdemona

'Tis meet I should be used so, very meet.

How have I been behaved, that he might stick

The small'st opinion on my least misuse? Re-enter EMILIA with IAGO.

Iago

What is your pleasure, madam? How is't with you?

Desdemona

I cannot tell. Those that do teach young babes

Do it with gentle means and easy tasks:

He might have chid me so; for, in good faith,

I am a child to chiding.

Iago

What is the matter, lady?

Emilia

Alas, Iago, my lord hath so bewhored her,

Thrown such despite and heavy terms upon her,

That true hearts cannot bear it.

Desdemona

Am I that name, Iago?

Iago

What name, fair lady?

Desdemona

Such as she said my lord did say I was.

Emilia

He called her whore: a beggar in his drink

Could not have laid such terms upon his callet.

Iago

Why did he so?

Desdemona

I do not know; I am sure I am none such.

Iago

Do not weep, do not weep. Alas the day!

Emilia

Hath she forsook so many noble matches,

Her father and her country and her friends,

To be called whore? would it not make one weep?

Desdemona

It is my wretched fortune.

Iago

Beshrew him for't!

How comes this trick upon him?

Desdemona

Nay, heaven doth know.

Emilia

I will be hanged, if some eternal villain,

Some busy and insinuating rogue,

Some cogging, cozening slave, to get some office,

Have not devised this slander; I will be hanged else.

Iago

Fie, there is no such man; it is impossible.

Desdemona

If any such there be, heaven pardon him!

Emilia

A halter pardon him! and hell 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 villainous knave,

Some base notorious knave, some scurvy fellow.

O heaven, that such companions thou'ldst unfold,

And put in every honest hand a whip

To lash the rascals naked through the world

Even from the east to the west!

Iago

Speak within door.

Emilia

O, fie upon them! Some such squire he was

That turned your wit the seamy side without,

And made you to suspect me with the Moor.

Iago

You are a fool; go to.

Desdemona

Alas, Iago,

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,

Either in discourse of thought or actual deed,

Or that mine eyes, mine ears, or any sense,

Delighted them in any other form;

Or that I do not yet, and ever did,

And ever will — though he do shake me off

To beggarly divorcement: — love him dearly,

Comfort forswear me! Unkindness may do much;

And his unkindness may defeat my life,

But never taint my love. I cannot say “whore:”

It does abhor me now I speak the word;

To do the act that might the addition earn

Not the world's mass of vanity could make me.

Iago

I pray you, be content; 'tis but his humour:

The business of the state does him offence,

And he does chide with you.

Desdemona

If 'twere no other, —

Iago

It is but so, I warrant. Trumpets within.

Hark, how these instruments summon to supper!

The messengers of Venice stays the meat:

Go in, and weep not; all things shall be well. Exeunt Desdemona and Emilia.Enter RODERIGO.

Roderigo

I do not find that thou dealest justly with me.

Iago

What in the contrary?

Roderigo

Every day thou daffest me with some device, Iago; and rather, as it seems to me now, keepest from me all conveniency than suppliest me with the least advantage of hope. I will indeed no longer endure it, nor am I yet persuaded to put up in peace what already I have foolishly suffered.

Iago

Will you hear me, Roderigo?

Roderigo

'Faith, I have heard too much, for your words and performances are no kin together.

Iago

You charge me most unjustly.

Roderigo

With nought but truth. I have wasted myself out of my means. The jewels you have had from me to deliver Desdemona would half have corrupted a votarist: you have told me she hath received them and returned me expectations and comforts of sudden respect and acquaintance, but I find none.

Iago

Well; go to; very well.

Roderigo

Very well! go to! I cannot go to man; nor 'tis not very well: By this hand, I think it is scurvy, and begin to find myself fopped in it.

Iago

Very well.

Roderigo

I tell you 'tis not very well. I will make myself known to Desdemona: if she will return me my jewels, I will give over my suit and repent my unlawful solicitation; if not, assure yourself I will seek satisfaction of you.

Iago

You have said now.

Roderigo

Ay, and said nothing but what I protest intendment of doing.

Iago

Why, now I see there's mettle in thee, and even from this instant do build on thee a better opinion than ever before. Give me thy hand, Roderigo: thou hast taken against me a most just exception; but yet, I protest, I have dealt most directly in thy affair.

Roderigo

It hath not appeared.

Iago

I grant indeed it hath not appeared, and your suspicion is not without wit and judgement. But, Roderigo, if thou hast that in thee indeed, which I have greater reason to believe now than ever, I mean purpose, courage and valour, this night show it: if thou the next night following enjoy not Desdemona, take me from this world with treachery and devise engines for my life.

Roderigo

Well, what is it? is it within reason and compass?

Iago

Sir, there is especial commission come from Venice to depute Cassio in Othello's place.

Roderigo

Is that true? why, then Othello and Desdemona return again to Venice.

Iago

O, no; he goes into Mauritania and taketh away with him the fair Desdemona, unless his abode be lingered here by some accident: wherein none can be so determinate as the removing of Cassio.

Roderigo

How do you mean, removing him?

Iago

Why, by making him uncapable of Othello's place; knocking out his brains.

Roderigo

And that you would have me to do?

Iago

Ay, if you dare do yourself a profit and a right. He sups to-night with a harlotry and thither will I go to him: he knows not yet of his honourable fortune. If you will watch his going thence, which I will fashion to fall out between twelve and one, you may take him at your pleasure: I will be near to second your attempt, and he shall fall between us. Come, stand not amazed at it, but go along with me; I will show you such a necessity in his death that you shall think yourself bound to put it on him. It is now high suppertime, and the night grows to waste: about it.

Roderigo

I will hear further reason for this.

Iago

And you shall be satisfied.