Othello

by: William Shakespeare

  Act 4 Scene 2

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IAGO

Fie, there is no such man. It is impossible.

IAGO

Nobody’s that bad. It’s impossible.

DESDEMONA

140If any such there be, heaven pardon him!

DESDEMONA

If there is, then heaven help him!

EMILIA

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 most villainous knave,
145Some base notorious knave, some scurvy fellow.
O heavens, that such companions thou’dst unfold,
And put in every honest hand a whip
To lash the rascals naked through the world
Even from the east to th' west!

EMILIA

A hangman’s noose will help him! Let hell chew him up! Why should he call her a whore? Who’s been with her? When has she had the time, the place, or the means to sleep with anyone? How is this at all likely? The Moor is being tricked by some crook, some terrible villain, some rotten bastard. Oh, I wish we could unmask scoundrels like that, and give a whip to every good man to beat them senseless with!

IAGO

    Speak within door.

IAGO

Keep your voice down.

EMILIA

150Oh, fie upon them! Some such squire he was
That turned your wit the seamy side without
And made you to suspect me with the Moor.

EMILIA

Oh, to hell with those people! It’s the same kind of guy who got you upset and made you suspect I’d cheated on you with the Moor.

IAGO

You are a fool. Go to.

IAGO

You’re a fool. Shut up.

DESDEMONA

    Alas Iago,
What shall I do to win my lord again?
155Good 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 trespass 'gainst his love,
Either in discourse of thought or actual deed,
Or that mine eyes, mine ears, or any sense,
160Delighted them, or any other form,
Or that I do not yet, and ever did,

DESDEMONA

Oh God, Iago, what can I do to win my husband back again? Please go to him, my friend. I swear I have no idea why he stopped loving me. Here I’m kneeling to swear that if I ever did anything to destroy his love for me, either by thoughts or actions, or if I ever took pleasure in anyone else, or if I never did love him, or don’t love him now—even though he tries to shake me off—