Jago. Faith that was not fo well; yet would I knew That ftroke would prove the worst. Lod. Is it his ufe? Or did the Letters work upon his Blood, Fago. Alas, alas! It is not honefty in me to speak What I have seen and known. You shall obferve him, That I may fave my Speech; do but go after, And mark how he continues. Led. I am forry that I am deceiv'd in him. SCENE II. An Apartment. Enter Othello and Emilia. Oth. You have feen nothing then? [Exeunt. Emil. Nor ever heard, nor ever did fufpe&t. Emil. Never, my Lord. Oth. Nor fend you out o'th' way? Emil. Never. Oth. To fetch her Fan, her Gloves, her Mask,nor nothing? Amil. Never, my Lord. Oth. That's ftrange! Emil. I durft, my Lord, to wager fhe is honeft, your Bofom. There's no Man happy, the pureft of their Wives, Oth. Bid her come hither, go; Enter Enter Defdemona and Emilia. Def. My Lord, what is your Will? Oth. Let me fee your Eyes; look in my Face. Oth. Some of your Function, Mistress, Leave Procreants alone, and fhut the Door, Cough, or cry hem, if any body come, Your Myftery, your Mystery; nay difpatch. [Exit Emil, Oth. Why? What at thou? Def. Your Wife, my Lord; your true and loyal Wife, Oth. Come fwear it; damn thy felf, being like one Of Heav'n, the Devils themselves fhould fear to feize thee. Therefore be double damn'd; fwear thou art honeft. Def. Heav'n doth truly know it. Oth. Heav'n truly knows, That thou art falfe as Hell. Def. To whom, my Lord? Oth. Ah, Defdemon, away, away, 'away An Inftrument of this your calling back, Lay not your Blame on me; if you have loft him, Oth. Had it pleas'd Heav'n, To try me with Affliction, had he rain'd Given to Captivity me and my utmost hopes; Nn 4 The The Fountain from the which my Current runs, To knot and gender it. Turn thy Complexion there, Def. I hope my noble Lord effeems me Honest. Wouldst thou'dft never been born! Def. Alas, what ignorant Sin have I committed Def. No, as I fhall be fav'd, Def. Oh Heav'n forgive us. I took you for that cunning Whore of Venice, Enter Emilia. That have the Office oppofite to Saint Peter, [Exit. Amil. Alas, what does this Gentleman conceive? How do you, Madam? How do you, my good Lady?' Def. Faith, half asleep.. Emil. Good Madam, what's the matter with my Lord? Amil. Why, with my Lord, Madam? Def Who is thy Lord? Emil, He that is yours, fweet Lady. Def. I have none, do not talk to me, Æmilia, I cannot weep; nor anfwers have I none, But what should go by Water. Prethee to night, Amil. Here's a change indeed. Def. 'Tis meet I fhould be us'd fo, very meet: How have I been behav'd, that he might stick The fmalleft Opinion on my leaft mifufe? Enter Jago, and Æmilia. Jago. What is your Pleasure, Madam? How is't with you! Def. I cannot tell; thofe that do teach your Babes, He might have chid me fo: For in good Faith, Jago What's the Matter, Lady? Emil. Alas, Jago, my Lord hath so bewhor'd her, Thrown fuch defpight, and heavy. Terms upon her, That true Hearts cannot bear it. Def. Am I that Name, Jago? Jago. What Name, fair Lady? Def Such as the faid my Lord did say I was. Def. I do not know; I am fure I am none fuch? [Exit. Fago. Jago. Bethrew him for't; how comes this trick upon him? Def. Nay, Heav'n doth know. Emil. I will be hang'd if fome eternal Villian, Some cogging, cozening Slave, to get fome Office, Emil. A Halter pardon him, and Hell gnaw his Bones. Why should he call her Whore? Who keeps her Com pany? What Place? what Time? what Form? what Likelyhood? The Moor's abus'd by fome moft villanous Knave, To lafh the Rafeal naked through the World, Jago. Speak within Door. Emil. Oh fie upon them! Some fuch 'Squire he was That turn'd your Wit, the feamy fide without, And made you to fufpe&t me with the Moor. Jago. You are a Fool; go to. Def. Alas, Jago, What fhall I do to win my Lord again? Good Friend, go to him; for by this light of Heav'n, If e'er my will did trefpafs 'gainst his Love, Either in Difcourfe of Thought, or actual deed, [Kneeling. To |