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As Dian's visage, is now begrim'd and black
ACTIV. SCENE VI. Othello's Speech after having receiv'd the Mandate,
when confirm'd in his Suspicions. Ay! you
did wish that I would make her turn : Sir, she can turn and turn, and yet go on, And turn again. And she can weep, Sir, weep; And she's obedient : as you say obedient; Very obedient-proceed you in your tears. Concerning this, Sir-oh well painted paffion! I am commanded home-get you away, I'll send for you anon-Sir, I obey the mandate, And will return to Venice-Hence, avant ! [Ex. Der. Caffio fhall have my place. And, Sir, to night I do entreat, that we may sup together. You are welcome, Sir, to CyprusGoats and monkies!
[Exit Othello. Scene IX. His pathetic Upbraiding of his Wife
Dif. Upon my knee, what doth your speech import?
Oth. Why? what art thou?
Of heav'n, the devils themselves fhould fear to fieze thee,
Def, Heaven doth truly know it,
Oth. Heaven truly knows, That thou art false as hell.
Def. To whom, my lord ? With whom? How am I false ?
Oth. Ah, Desdemona, away, away, away.
Def. Alas the heavy day! why do you weep?
Otb. Had it pleas'd heaven,
Patience, thou young and rose lip'd cherubin,
Def. I hope my noble lord esteems me honest.
Oth. Oh, ay, as summer-flies are in the shambles, That quicken even with blowing. (1) O thou weed! Who art so lovely fair, and smell'it so sweet, That the sense akes at thee; Would thou had'st ne'er been born!
Def. Alas! what ignorant fin have I committed ?
Oth. Was this fair paper, this most goodly book, Made to write whore upon ? what, what committed ? Committed ? Oh, thou public commoner, I should make very forges of my cheeks, That would to cynders burn up modesty, Did I but speak thy deeds. What, what committed ? Heav'n stops the nose at it, and the moon winks ; The bawdy wind, that kisses all it meets, Is hush'd within the hollow mine of earth, And will not hear't. What, committed ? impudent
strumpet ! Def. By heaven
me wrong Oth. Are not you a strumpet ?
Def. No, as I am a christian.
other foul, unlawful touch, Be not to be a strumpet, I am none.
Oth. What, not a whore ?
And Mr. Warburton,
Turn thy complexion thence,-
'I here look grim as hell, (11) O thou, &c] This passage seems to need no alteration :
Oh thou weed-o-who art not only fo lovely fair, inviting us to (mell, but also doft really smell so sweet that, &c.
Des. Oh, heav'n forgive us.
Oth. I cry you mercy, then.
Scene XI. Desdemona's Faithfulness.
Alas! Jago. What Ihall I do to win my lord again ? Good friend, go to him ; for by this light of heav'n, I know not how I loit him.(12)Here I kneel ; [Kneeling If e'er my will did trespass 'gainst his love, Or in discourse, or thought, or actual deed ; Or that mine eyes, mine ears, or any sense Delighted them on any other form ; Or that I do not yet, and ever did, And ever will, though he do Make me off To beggarly divorcement, love him dearly, Comfort forswear me, Unkindness may do much, And his unkindness
defeat But never taint
(12) See page 60 preceding.
Quoties tentamina nostra pudici
Ovid. Met. Li 7.
ACT V. SCENE VI.
A Bed-chamber : Desdemona is discover'd asleep in
[Lays down the sword.
[Killing her. O balmy breath, that doft almost persuade Justice to break her sword. One more, one more ; Be thus when thou art dead, and I will kill thee, And love thee after. One more, and that's the last; So sweet, was ne'er so fatal. I must weep, * But they are cruel tears: this forrow's heav'nly; It strikes, where it doth love.
(13) Put out, &c.] The present passage hath been much criticised upon, and is so generally known and talk'd of, there remains little to be said concerning it: I shall therefore only add, the manner of reading it, which I have adopted, not only is most universally received,, but also seems to be most worthy Shakespear.