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lago. He is much changed. Lod. Are his wits safe? is he not light of brain ? lago. He's what he is; I may not breathe my cen
sure. What lie might be, if what he might he is not, I would to Heaven he were !
Lod. What, îtrike his wife!
lag). 'Faith, that was not so well; yet ’would I That itroke would prove the worit. [knew
Lod. Is it his use?
laga. Alas, alas!
[Exeunt. SCENE changes to an Apartment in the Palace.
Enter OTHELLO and MILIA.
How chances mock, And ihmees fill the c:ip of alteration. 2 Henry IV. 'Thougha chance of war hath wrought this change of cheer.
Tiius snuronics. So Milton, a very studious imitator of Shakespcare's manBer and expreffion;
Besides, what hope the never-ending flight
Par. Lolt, Book II.
Por, Regained, Päok IV.
Oth. Yes, you have seen Caffio and her together.
Æmil. But then I saw no harm; and then I heard
Oth. What? did they never whisper?
Mimil. I durst, my Lord, to wager she is honest,
Enter DESDEMONA and ÆMILIA.
face. Def. What horrible fancy's this?
Oih. Some of your function, mistress;
Def, Upon my knee, what doth your speech
Oth. Why? what art thou ?
Of Heaven, the devils themselves should fear to
seize thee. Therefore be double-damned; swear thou art honest.
Def. Heaven doth truly know it.
Oth. Heaven truly knows
Def. To whom, my Lord?
Oth. Ah, Desdemona! away, away, away
Def. Alas, the heavy day! why do you weep?
have lost him, Why, I have lost him too.
Oih. Had it pleased Heaven
Or keep it as a cistern, for foul toads
Def. I hope, my noble Lord esteems me honest.
Oth. Oh, ay, as summer flies are in the shambles, That quicken even with blowing. Oh thou weed! Who art so lovely fair, and smellest so sweet, That the sense akes at thee-----'Would thou hadīt ne'er been born!
Def. Alas, what ignorant fin have I committed?
Oih. Was this fair paper, this most goodly book Made to write whore upon? what, what committed? Committed ?--ho, thou public commoner! I thould make very forges of my cheeks, That would to cinders burn up modesty,
[ted? Did I but speak thy deeds. What, what commitHeaven 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 ?- Impu
dent strumpet! Des. By Heaven you do me wrong. Ors. Are not you a strumpet ?
(47) -Turn the complexion there,
Patience, theu young anoi ros - ip'd cheri.bin;
I here look grim as hell 1 The Poet makes an apos strophe to Patience as a goddess ; and is supposed to make Otheilo bid her turn her com xion and cherubin's looks, because he looks as grim as hell upon the occasion. But I am persuaded, the text has been all along lightly corrupted, by mistaking I in the last verse for the pronoun of the first perfon: whereas, in our Author's days, it likewise stood for i he adrerb of affirming. As I have reformed the text, a proper contrast is restored ; and Patience is urged not only 10 turn her co nplexion, to drop the rofy looks of a cherub, but to put on the grim aspect of a fiend.
Def. No, as I am a Christian.
Oth. What, not a whore?
Dih. I cry you mercy, then.
pains, I pray you turn the key, and keep our counsel.
[Exit. Æmil Alas, what does this gentleman conceive ? How do you, Madam? how do you, my good Lady?
Def. 'Faith, half afleep.
my Lord ?
Def. I have none; do not talk to me, Æmilia.
[Exit. Def. 'Tis meet I thould be used fo, very meet:.