Enter Othello and Emilia.
OTH.
You have seen nothing then?
EMIL.
Nor ever heard�nor ever did suspect.
OTH.
Yes, you have seen Cassio and she together.
EMIL.
But then I saw no harm, and then I heard
Each syllable that breath made up between them.
OTH.
What? Did they never whisper?.
EMIL.
Never, my lord.
OTH.
Nor send you out o' th' way?
EMIL.
Never.
OTH.
To fetch her fan, her gloves, her mask, nor nothing?
EMIL.
Never, my lord.
OTH.
That's strange.
EMIL.
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 hones
OTH.
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 whor e,
A closet lock and key of villainous secrets;
And yet she'll kneel and pray; I have seen her do't.
DES.
My lord, what is your will?
OTH.
Pray you, chuck, come hither.
DES.
What is your pleasure?
OTH.
Let me see your eyes;
Look in my face.
DES.
What horrible fancy's this?
OTH.
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.
DES.
Upon my knee, what doth your speech import?
I understand a fury in your words,
But not the words.
OTH.
Why? What art thou?
DES.
Your wife, my lord; your true
And loyal wife.
OTH.
Come swear it, damn thyself,
Lest being like one of heaven, the devils themselves
Should fear to seize thee; therefore be double damn'd:
Swear thou art honest.
DES.
Heaven doth truly know it.
OTH.
Heaven truly knows that thou art false as hell.
DES.
To whom, my lord? With whom? How am I false?
OTH.
Ah, Desdemon! Away, away, away!
DES.
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.
OTH.
Had it pleas'd heaven
To try me with affliction, had they rain'd
All kind of sores and shames on my bare head,
Steep'd 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 p
DES.
I hope my noble lord esteems me honest.
OTH.
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 never been born!
DES.
Alas, what ignorant sin have I committed?
OTH.
Was this fair paper, this most goodly book,
Made to write "whor e" 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?
Heav
DES.
By heaven, you do me wrong.
OTH.
Are not you a strumpet?
DES.
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.
OTH.
What, not a whor e?
DES.
No, as I shall be sav'd.
OTH.
Is't possible?
DES.
O, heaven forgive us!
OTH.
I cry you mercy then.
I took you for that cunning whor e of Venice
That married with Othello.�
Raising his voice.
You, mistress,
Enter Emilia.
That have the office opposite to Saint Peter,
And keeps the gate of hell! You, you! Ay, you!
We have done o