Othello Page #13
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- 1965
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Whose solid virtue the shot of accident
nor dart of chance could graze nor pierce?
IAGo:
He is much changed.Are his wits safe?
GRATIANo:
Is he not light of brain?He's that he is. I may not breathe
my censure what he might be.
- What, strike his wife?
- Faith, that was not so well...
...yet would I knew that
stroke would prove the worst.
Is it his use? Did the letters work
upon his blood and new-create this fault?
Alas, alas. It is not honesty in me
to speak what I have seen and known.
You shall observe him, and his
own courses shall denote him...
...so that I may save my speech.
I am sorry that I am deceived in him.
- You have seen nothing then?
- Nor ever heard, nor ever did suspect.
Yes, you have seen Cassio and she together.
But then I saw no harm. I heard each
syllable that breath made up between them.
- What, did they never whisper?
- Never.
- Nor send you o'th'way?
- Never.
To fetch her fan, her
gloves, her mask, nor nothing?
- Never, my lord.
- That's strange.
I durst, my lord, to wager she is
honest, lay down my soul at stake.
If you think other, remove the
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.
Bid her come hither. Go.
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.
My lord, what is your will?
OTHELLo:
Pray, chuck, come hither.What is your pleasure?
Let me see your eyes.
Look in my face.
- What horrible fancy's this?
OTHELLo:
Some of your function.Leave procreants alone and shut the door.
Cough or cry "hem" if any body come.
Your mystery, your mystery. Nay, dispatch.
Upon my knees, what doth your speech import?
I understand a fury in your
words, but not the words.
Why, what art thou?
Your wife, my lord, your true and loyal wife.
Come, swear it, damn thyself.
Lest being like one of heaven...
...the devils themselves should fear to
seize thee. Therefore be double-damned.
- Swear that thou art honest.
- Heaven doth know it.
Heaven truly knows that
thou art false as hell.
To whom, my lord? With whom? How am I false?
O, Desdemona.
Desdemonda. Away, away.
Alas, the heavy day. Why do you weep?
Am I the occasion of these tears, my lord?
Had it pleased heaven to
try me with afflictions...
...had they rained all kinds 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
part of my soul a drop of patience.
But alas, to make me a fixed
figure for the time of scorn...
...to point his slow unmoving finger at.
Yet I could 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 cherubim!
Ay, there look grim as hell!
My noble lord esteems me honest.
O, ay. As summer flies are in the
shambles, that quicken even with blowing.
O, thou weed, that art so lovely fair...
...and smell'st so sweet...
...that the sense aches at thee...
...would thou hadst ne'er been born!
Alas, what ignorant sin have I committed?
Was this fair paper, this most goodly
book, made to write "whore" upon?
What 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 wind, the bawdy wind
that kisses all it meets...
...is hushed within the hollow
mine of earth and will not hear it.
What committed? Lmpudent strumpet!
- By heaven, you do me wrong.
- Are you not a strumpet?
- No, as I am a Christian.
- What?
If to preserve this vessel
from any foul unlawful touch...
...be not to be a strumpet, I am none.
- Not a whore?
- No, as I shall be saved.
- Is't possible?
- O, heaven bless us.
I cry you mercy then:
I took you for that cunning whore
of venice that married with othello.
You, mistress, that have the office opposite
to Saint Peter and keep the gate of hell!
You, you, ay, you! We have done our course.
Here's money for your pains.
Pray you, turn the key and keep our counsel.
Alas, what does
this gentleman conceive?
How do you, madam? How do you, my sweet lady?
Faith, half asleep.
Good madam, what's the matter with my lord?
- With who?
- With my lord, madam.
Who is thy lord?
Why, he that is yours, sweet lady.
I have none. Do not talk to me, Emilia.
I cannot weep, nor answer have I
none, but what should go by water.
Prithee, tonight lay on my
bed our wedding sheets...
...remember...
...and call thy husband hither.
Here is a change indeed.
'Tis meet I should be used so, very meet.
How have I been behaved...
...that he might stick the
smallest opinion on my least misuse?
What is your pleasure,
madam? How is't with you?
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 at chiding.
What's the matter, lady?
Alas, lago, my lord hath so bewhored her...
...thrown such despite and heavy terms
upon her, as true hearts cannot bear.
Am I that name, lago?
What name, fair lady?
Such as she says my lord did say I was.
He called her whore. A beggar could not
have laid such terms upon his callet.
- Why did he so?
- I do not know.
I am sure I am none such.
O, do not weep, do not weep. Alas the day.
Hath she forsook so many noble matches...
...her father, her country,
her friends, to be called whore?
- Would it not make one weep?
- It is my wretched fortune.
O, beshrew him for't. How
comes this trick upon him?
Heaven doth know.
I will be hanged if some eternal villain,
some busy and insinuating rogue...
...some cozening slave to get some
office, have not devised this slander.
- I'll be hanged else.
- Fie, there is no such man.
It is impossible.
DESDEMoNA:
If any suchthere be, heaven pardon him.
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 outrageous knave...
...some base notorious
knave, some scurvy fellow.
- Speak within door.
- O, fie.
Some such squire he was that turned
your wit the seamy side without...
...and made you to suspect me with the Moor.
You are a fool, go to.
O, good lago, what can 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
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