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Othello

William Shakespeare

Act 4 Scene 2

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Enter OTHELLO and EMILIA	Enter OTHELLO and EMILIA
OTHELLO You have seen nothing then?	OTHELLO You have seen nothing then?
EMILIA Nor ever heard, nor ever did suspect.	EMILIA Nor ever heard, nor ever did suspect.
OTHELLO Yes, you have seen Cassio and she together.	OTHELLO Yes, you have seen Cassio and she together.
EMILIA But then I saw no harm, and then I heard 5 Each syllable that breath made up between them.	EMILIA But then I saw no harm, and then I heard Each syllable that breath made up between them.
OTHELLO What, did they never whisper?	OTHELLO What, did they never whisper?
EMILIA Never, my lord.	EMILIA Never, my lord.
OTHELLO Nor send you out o' th' way?	OTHELLO Nor send you out o' th' way?
EMILIA Never.	EMILIA Never.
OTHELLO 10 To fetch her fan, her gloves, her mask, nor nothing?	OTHELLO To fetch her fan, her gloves, her mask, nor nothing?
EMILIA Never, my lord.	EMILIA Never, my lord.
OTHELLO That’s strange.	OTHELLO That’s strange.
EMILIA I durst, my lord, to wager she is honest, Lay down my soul at stake. If you think other 15 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 honest, chaste, and true There’s no man happy. The purest of their wives 20 Is foul as slander.	EMILIA 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 honest, chaste, and true There’s no man happy. The purest of their wives Is foul as slander.
OTHELLO Bid her come hither. Go.	OTHELLO Bid her come hither. Go.
Exit EMILIA	Exit EMILIA
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.	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.
Enter DESDEMONA with EMILIA	Enter DESDEMONA with EMILIA
DESDEMONA 25 My lord, what is your will?	DESDEMONA My lord, what is your will?
OTHELLO Pray, chuck, come hither.	OTHELLO Pray, chuck, come hither.
DESDEMONA What is your pleasure?	DESDEMONA What is your pleasure?
OTHELLO Let me see your eyes. Look in my face.	OTHELLO Let me see your eyes. Look in my face.
DESDEMONA What horrible fancy’s this?	DESDEMONA What horrible fancy’s this?
OTHELLO (to EMILIA) Some of your function, mistress, 30 Leave procreants alone and shut the door. Cough or cry “hem” if any body come. Your mystery, your mystery! Nay, dispatch!	OTHELLO (to EMILIA) Some of your function, mistress, Leave procreants alone and shut the door. Cough or cry “hem” if any body come. Your mystery, your mystery! Nay, dispatch!
Exit EMILIA	Exit EMILIA
DESDEMONA Upon my knee, what doth your speech import? I understand a fury in your words, 35 But not the words.	DESDEMONA Upon my knee, what doth your speech import? I understand a fury in your words, But not the words.
OTHELLO Why, what art thou?	OTHELLO Why, what art thou?
DESDEMONA Your wife, my lord. Your true and loyal wife.	DESDEMONA Your wife, my lord. Your true and loyal wife.
OTHELLO Come, swear it, damn thyself. Lest, being like one of heaven, the devils themselves Should fear to seize thee. Therefore be double damned, 40 Swear thou art honest!	OTHELLO Come, swear it, damn thyself. Lest, being like one of heaven, the devils themselves Should fear to seize thee. Therefore be double damned, Swear thou art honest!
DESDEMONA Heaven doth truly know it.	DESDEMONA Heaven doth truly know it.
OTHELLO Heaven truly knows that thou art false as hell.	OTHELLO Heaven truly knows that thou art false as hell.
DESDEMONA To whom, my lord? With whom? How am I false?	DESDEMONA To whom, my lord? With whom? How am I false?
OTHELLO Ah, Desdemona, away, away, away!	OTHELLO Ah, Desdemona, away, away, away!
DESDEMONA Alas the heavy day, why do you weep? 45 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.	DESDEMONA 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.
OTHELLO Had it pleased heaven 50 To try me with affliction, 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 place of my soul 55 A drop of patience. But, alas, to make me	OTHELLO Had it pleased heaven To try me with affliction, 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 place of my soul A drop of patience. But, alas, to make me
The fixèd figure for the time of scorn To point his slow and moving finger at! Yet could I bear that too, well, very well. But there where I have garnered up my heart, 60 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, 65 Patience, thou young and rose-lipped cherubin,— Ay, there, look grim as hell!	The fixèd figure for the time of scorn To point his slow and moving finger at! Yet could I 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 cherubin,— Ay, there, look grim as hell!
DESDEMONA I hope my noble lord esteems me honest.	DESDEMONA I hope my noble lord esteems me honest.
OTHELLO Oh, ay, as summer flies are in the shambles, That quicken even with blowing. O thou weed, 70 Who art so lovely fair and smell’st so sweet That the sense aches at thee, would thou hadst ne'er been born!	OTHELLO Oh, 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 ne'er been born!
DESDEMONA Alas, what ignorant sin have I committed?	DESDEMONA Alas, what ignorant sin have I committed?
OTHELLO Was this fair paper, this most goodly book, Made to write “whore” upon? What committed? 75 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, 80 The bawdy wind that kisses all it meets Is hushed within the hollow mine of earth And will not hear ’t. What committed! Impudent strumpet!	OTHELLO Was this fair paper, this most goodly book, Made to write “whore” 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? Heaven 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! Impudent strumpet!

Original Text	Modern Text
Enter OTHELLO and EMILIA	Enter OTHELLO and EMILIA
OTHELLO You have seen nothing then?	OTHELLO You have seen nothing then?
EMILIA Nor ever heard, nor ever did suspect.	EMILIA Nor ever heard, nor ever did suspect.
OTHELLO Yes, you have seen Cassio and she together.	OTHELLO Yes, you have seen Cassio and she together.
EMILIA But then I saw no harm, and then I heard 5 Each syllable that breath made up between them.	EMILIA But then I saw no harm, and then I heard Each syllable that breath made up between them.
OTHELLO What, did they never whisper?	OTHELLO What, did they never whisper?
EMILIA Never, my lord.	EMILIA Never, my lord.
OTHELLO Nor send you out o' th' way?	OTHELLO Nor send you out o' th' way?
EMILIA Never.	EMILIA Never.
OTHELLO 10 To fetch her fan, her gloves, her mask, nor nothing?	OTHELLO To fetch her fan, her gloves, her mask, nor nothing?
EMILIA Never, my lord.	EMILIA Never, my lord.
OTHELLO That’s strange.	OTHELLO That’s strange.
EMILIA I durst, my lord, to wager she is honest, Lay down my soul at stake. If you think other 15 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 honest, chaste, and true There’s no man happy. The purest of their wives 20 Is foul as slander.	EMILIA 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 honest, chaste, and true There’s no man happy. The purest of their wives Is foul as slander.
OTHELLO Bid her come hither. Go.	OTHELLO Bid her come hither. Go.
Exit EMILIA	Exit EMILIA
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.	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.
Enter DESDEMONA with EMILIA	Enter DESDEMONA with EMILIA
DESDEMONA 25 My lord, what is your will?	DESDEMONA My lord, what is your will?
OTHELLO Pray, chuck, come hither.	OTHELLO Pray, chuck, come hither.
DESDEMONA What is your pleasure?	DESDEMONA What is your pleasure?
OTHELLO Let me see your eyes. Look in my face.	OTHELLO Let me see your eyes. Look in my face.
DESDEMONA What horrible fancy’s this?	DESDEMONA What horrible fancy’s this?
OTHELLO (to EMILIA) Some of your function, mistress, 30 Leave procreants alone and shut the door. Cough or cry “hem” if any body come. Your mystery, your mystery! Nay, dispatch!	OTHELLO (to EMILIA) Some of your function, mistress, Leave procreants alone and shut the door. Cough or cry “hem” if any body come. Your mystery, your mystery! Nay, dispatch!
Exit EMILIA	Exit EMILIA
DESDEMONA Upon my knee, what doth your speech import? I understand a fury in your words, 35 But not the words.	DESDEMONA Upon my knee, what doth your speech import? I understand a fury in your words, But not the words.
OTHELLO Why, what art thou?	OTHELLO Why, what art thou?
DESDEMONA Your wife, my lord. Your true and loyal wife.	DESDEMONA Your wife, my lord. Your true and loyal wife.
OTHELLO Come, swear it, damn thyself. Lest, being like one of heaven, the devils themselves Should fear to seize thee. Therefore be double damned, 40 Swear thou art honest!	OTHELLO Come, swear it, damn thyself. Lest, being like one of heaven, the devils themselves Should fear to seize thee. Therefore be double damned, Swear thou art honest!
DESDEMONA Heaven doth truly know it.	DESDEMONA Heaven doth truly know it.
OTHELLO Heaven truly knows that thou art false as hell.	OTHELLO Heaven truly knows that thou art false as hell.
DESDEMONA To whom, my lord? With whom? How am I false?	DESDEMONA To whom, my lord? With whom? How am I false?
OTHELLO Ah, Desdemona, away, away, away!	OTHELLO Ah, Desdemona, away, away, away!
DESDEMONA Alas the heavy day, why do you weep? 45 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.	DESDEMONA 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.
OTHELLO Had it pleased heaven 50 To try me with affliction, 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 place of my soul 55 A drop of patience. But, alas, to make me	OTHELLO Had it pleased heaven To try me with affliction, 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 place of my soul A drop of patience. But, alas, to make me
The fixèd figure for the time of scorn To point his slow and moving finger at! Yet could I bear that too, well, very well. But there where I have garnered up my heart, 60 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, 65 Patience, thou young and rose-lipped cherubin,— Ay, there, look grim as hell!	The fixèd figure for the time of scorn To point his slow and moving finger at! Yet could I 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 cherubin,— Ay, there, look grim as hell!
DESDEMONA I hope my noble lord esteems me honest.	DESDEMONA I hope my noble lord esteems me honest.
OTHELLO Oh, ay, as summer flies are in the shambles, That quicken even with blowing. O thou weed, 70 Who art so lovely fair and smell’st so sweet That the sense aches at thee, would thou hadst ne'er been born!	OTHELLO Oh, 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 ne'er been born!
DESDEMONA Alas, what ignorant sin have I committed?	DESDEMONA Alas, what ignorant sin have I committed?
OTHELLO Was this fair paper, this most goodly book, Made to write “whore” upon? What committed? 75 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, 80 The bawdy wind that kisses all it meets Is hushed within the hollow mine of earth And will not hear ’t. What committed! Impudent strumpet!	OTHELLO Was this fair paper, this most goodly book, Made to write “whore” 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? Heaven 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! Impudent strumpet!