Concerning this, sir,-O, well-painted passion; You are welcome, sir, to Cyprus.-Goats, and monkies! [Exit. HIS PATHETIC UPBRAIDING OF DESDEMONA. Des. Upon my knees, what doth your speech im Come, swear it, da thyself; Lest, being like one of heaven, the devils themselves Should fear to seize thee: the fore be doubledamn'd, Swear--thou art honest. Des. Heaventh truly know it. Oth. Heaven truly knows, the thou art false as hell. Des. To whom, my lord? with whom? How am I false? Oth. O Desdemona! away! away! away! Des. Alas, the heavy day! Why do you weep' Am I the occasion of these tea s, my lord? If, haply, you my father do su pect, Oth. A fixed figure, for the time of scorn Yet could I bear that too; well, very well: To knot and gender in!-turn thy complexion there. Des. I hope my noble lord esteems me honest. Des. Alas, what ignorant sin have I committed? Oth. Was this fair paper, this most goodly book, Made to write whore upon? What committed! Committed!-0 thou public commoner! I should make very forges of my cheeks, Is hush'd within the hollow mine of earth, 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 whore? Des. Oth. Is it possible? No, as I shall be save Des. O, heaven forgive us! * Treasured up. cry you mercy, then. I took you for that cunning whore of Venice, DESDEMONA'S FIDELITY. O, good lago, What shall I do to win my lord again? Good friend, go to him; for, by this light of heaven, If e'er my will did trespass 'gainst his love, Or that I do not yet, and ever did, And ever will-Though he do shake me off ACT V. OTHELLO'S IRRESOLUTION TO MURDER DESDEMONA, SCENE. A Bedchamber; DESDEMONA in bed asleep. A light burning. It is the cause, it is the cause, my soul.Let me not name it to you, you chaste stars' It is the cause.--Yet I'll not shed her blood; Nor scar that whiter skin of her's than snow, And smooth as monumental alabaster. [Takes off his sword Should I repent me:--but once put out thine, That can thy light relume. When I have pluck' thy rose, I cannot give it vital growth again, * i. e. The light of life. |