Oth.
You have seen nothing, then? ^note

Emil.
Nor ever heard, nor ever did suspect.

Oth.
Yes, ^note you have seen ^note Cassio and she ^note together.

Emil.
But then I saw no harm, and then I heard
Each syllable that breath made up between them ^note.

Oth.
What, did they never whisper?

Emil.
Never, my lord.

Oth.
Nor ^note send you out o' the way?

Emil.
Never. ^note

Oth.
To fetch her fan, her gloves, her mask ^note, nor nothing? ^note

Emil.
Never, my lord.

Oth.
That's strange.

Emil.
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 ^note put this in your head,
Let heaven ^note requite ^note 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 ^note
Is foul as slander.

Oth.
Bid her come hither: go. [Exit ^note Emilia.
She says enough: yet she's a simple bawd
That cannot say as much. This is a subtle whore ^note,

A closet ^note lock and key of villanous secrets:
And yet she'll kneel and pray; I have ^note seen her do't. Enter Desdemona with ^note Emilia. ^note

Des.
My lord, what is your will?

Oth.
Pray ^note, chuck, come hither.

Des.
What is your pleasure?

Oth.
Let me see your eyes;
Look in my face. ^note

Des.
What horrible fancy's this?

Oth. [To Emilia] ^note
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 ^note, dispatch. [Exit Emilia. ^note

Des.
Upon my knees ^note, what doth ^note your speech import?
I understand a fury in your words,
But not the words ^note.

Oth.
Why, what art thou?

Des.
Your wife, my lord; your true and loyal wife.

Oth.
Come, swear it, damn thyself; ^note
Lest ^note, being like one of heaven, the devils themselves
Should fear to seize ^note thee: therefore be double-damn'd;
Swear thou art honest. ^note

Des.
Heaven doth truly know it.

Oth.
Heaven truly knows that thou art false as hell. ^note

Des.
To whom, my lord? with whom? how am I false? ^note

Oth.
O Desdemona ^note! Away! away! away!

Des.
Alas the heavy ^note day! Why do you weep?
Am I the motive ^note of these ^note tears, my lord?
If haply ^note you my father do suspect
An instrument of this your calling back,
Lay not your blame on me: if you have ^note lost him,
Why ^note, I have lost ^note him too.

Oth.
Had it pleased heaven ^note
To try me with affliction; had they ^note rain'd ^note
All kinds ^note of sores and shames on my bare head ^note,
Steep'd me in poverty to the very lips,
Given ^note to captivity me and my utmost ^note hopes,
I should have found in some place ^note of my soul
A drop ^note of patience: but, alas, to make me
A fixed figure for the time of scorn
To point his slow unmoving finger at! ^note
Yet could I bear that too; well, very well:
But there, where I have garner'd up my heart,
Where either I must live or bear no life,
The fountain ^note from the which my current runs,
Or else dries up; to be discarded thence!
Or keep it as a cistern ^note for foul toads ^note
To knot and gender in! Turn thy complexion there ^note,

Patience, thou ^note young and rose-lipp'd cherubin,
Ay, there, ^note look grim as hell!

Des.
I hope ^note my noble ^note lord esteems me honest.

Oth.
O, ay; as summer flies ^note are in the shambles ^note,
That quicken even with blowing. O thou ^note weed,
Who ^note art so lovely fair and ^note smell'st so sweet
That the sense aches ^note at thee, would thou hadst ne'er ^note been born! ^note

Des.
Alas, what ignorant sin have I committed?

Oth.
Was this fair paper, this most goodly book,
Made to write ‘whore’ upon ^note? What ^note committed!
Committed O thou public commoner!
I should make very forges of my ^note cheeks,
That would to cinders burn up modesty,
Did ^note I but ^note speak thy deeds ^note. What ^note committed! ^note
Heaven stops the nose at it, and the moon winks;
The bawdy wind, that kisses all it meets,
Is hush'd within the hollow ^note mine of earth,
And will not hear it ^note. What committed! ^note

Impudent strumpet! ^note

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 ^note foul unlawful touch
Be not to be a strumpet, I am none.

Oth.
What, not a whore?

Des.
No, as I shall be saved.

Oth.
Is't possible?

Des.
O, heaven forgive us ^note!

Oth.
I cry you mercy then ^note:
I took you for that cunning whore of Venice ^note
That married with Othello. [Raising ^note his voice] You, mistress, ^note
That have the office opposite to Saint Peter,
And keep ^note the gate of ^note hell! Re-enter ^note Emilia.
You, you, ay, you! ^note
We have ^note done our course; there's money for your pains:
I pray you, turn the key, and keep our counsel. [Exit.

Emil.
Alas, what does this gentleman conceive?
How do you, madam? how do you, my good lady?

Des.
Faith, half asleep.

Emil.
Good madam ^note, what's the matter with my lord?

Des.
With who? ^note

Emil.
Why ^note, with my lord, madam.

Des.
Who is thy lord?

Emil.
He that is yours, sweet lady. ^note

Des.
I have ^note none: do not talk to me, Emilia;
I cannot weep, nor answer ^note have I none
But what should go by water. Prithee, ^note to-night
Lay on my bed my wedding ^note sheets: remember;
And call thy husband hither.

Emil.
Here's ^note a change indeed! [Exit.

Des.
'Tis meet I should be used, so, very meet ^note.
How have I been behaved, that he might stick
The small'st ^note opinion on ^note my least misuse ^note? Re-enter ^note Emilia with Iago. ^note

Iago.
What is your pleasure, madam? How is't with you? ^note

Des.
I cannot tell. Those that do teach young ^note babes
Do it with gentle means and easy tasks:
He might have ^note chid me so; for, in good faith,
I am a child to ^note chiding.

Iago.
What's ^note the matter, lady?

Emil.
Alas, Iago, my lord hath so bewhored her,
Thrown such despite and heavy terms upon her,

As ^note true hearts cannot bear ^note.

Des.
Am I that name, Iago?

Iago.
What name, fair lady?

Des.
Such as she says ^note my lord did say I was.

Emil.
He call'd her whore: a beggar in his drink
Could not have laid ^note such ^note terms upon his callat.

Iago.
Why did he so?

Des.
I do not know; I am sure ^note I am none such.

Iago.
Do not weep, do not weep. Alas the day!

Emil.
Hath ^note she forsook so many noble matches,
Her father and her country and her friends ^note,
To be call'd whore? would it not make one weep?

Des.
It is my wretched fortune.

Iago.
Beshrew him for't ^note!
How comes this trick upon him? ^note

Des.
Nay, heaven doth know.

Emil.
I will be hang'd, if some eternal villain,
Some busy and insinuating rogue,
Some cogging, cozening slave, to get some office,
Have ^note not devised this slander; I'll ^note be hang'd else.

Iago.

Fie, there is no such man; it is impossible.

Des.
If any such there be ^note, heaven pardon him!

Emil.
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? ^note
The Moor's abused by some most villanous ^note knave,
Some base notorious knave, some scurvy fellow.
O heaven ^note, that such companions ^note thou'ldst ^note unfold,

And put in every honest hand a whip
To lash the rascals ^note naked through the world
Even from the east to the west!

Iago.
Speak within door ^note.

Emil.
O, fie upon them ^note! Some such squire he was
That turn'd your wit the seamy side without,
And made you to suspect me with the Moor.

Iago.
You are a fool; go to.

Des.
O good Iago ^note,
What shall I do to win my lord again?
Good friend, go to him; for ^note, by this light of heaven, ^note
I know not how I lost him. Here I kneel: ^note
If e'er my will did trespass 'gainst his love
Either ^note in discourse of thought ^{note note}or actual deed,
Or that mine eyes, mine ears, or any sense,
Delighted them in ^note any other form,
Or that I do not yet, and ever did,
And ever will, though he do shake me off
To beggarly divorcement, love him dearly,
Comfort forswear me! Unkindness ^note may do much;
And his unkindness may defeat my life,
But never taint my love. I cannot ^note say ‘whore’:
It doth ^note abhor me now I speak the word;
To do the act that might the addition earn
Not the world'st mass of vanity could make me. ^note

Iago.
I pray you, be content; 'tis but his humour:
The business of the state does him offence,
And he does chide with you. ^note

Des.
If 'twere no other,— ^note

Iago.
'Tis ^note but so, I warrant ^note. [Trumpets within. ^note
Hark, how these instruments summon ^note to supper!
The messengers of Venice stay the meat ^note:
Go in, and weep not; all things shall be well ^note. [Exeunt ^note Desdemona and Emilia. ^noteEnter Roderigo.
How now, Roderigo!

Rod.

I do not find that thou dealest justly with me. ^note

Iago.

What in the contrary?

Rod.

Every day thou daffest ^note me with some device ^note, Iago; and rather, as it seems to me now, ^note keepest from me all conveniency than ^note suppliest me with the least advantage of hope ^note. I will indeed no longer endure it; nor am I yet persuaded to put up in peace what already I have foolishly suffered. ^note

Iago.

Will you hear me, Roderigo?

Rod. ^note

Faith ^note, I have heard too much; for ^note your words and performances ^note are no kin together.

Iago.

You charge me most unjustly.

Rod.

With nought but truth. ^note I have wasted myself out of my ^note means. The jewels you have had from me to deliver to ^note Desdemona would half have corrupted a votarist: you have told me she hath ^note received them ^note and returned me expectations ^note and comforts ^note of sudden respect and acquaintance ^note; but I find none.

Iago.

Well; go to; very well ^note.

Rod.

Very well! go to! I cannot go to, man; nor 'tis ^note not very well: by this hand, I say 'tis very scurvy ^note, and begin to find myself fopped ^note in it.

Iago.

Very well.

Rod.

I tell you 'tis ^note not very well. I will make myself known to Desdemona: if she will return me my jewels, I will give over my suit and repent my unlawful solicitation; if not, assure yourself I will ^note seek satisfaction of you.

Iago.

You have said now. ^note

Rod.

Ay, and said ^note nothing but what I protest intendment ^note of doing.

Iago.

Why, now I see there's mettle in thee; and even from this instant ^note do build ^note on thee a better opinion than ever before. Give me thy hand, Roderigo: thou hast taken against me a most just exception ^note; but yet ^note, I protest, I have dealt most directly in thy affair ^note.

Rod.

It hath not appeared.

Iago.

I grant indeed it hath not appeared, and your suspicion is not without wit and judgement. But, Roderigo,

if thou hast that in thee ^note indeed, which I have greater reason to believe now than ever, I mean purpose, courage and valour, this night show it: if thou the next night following enjoy ^note not Desdemona, take me from this world with treachery and devise engines for my life.

Rod.

Well, what is it? ^note is it within reason and compass?

Iago.

Sir, there is especial ^note commission ^note come from Venice to depute Cassio in Othello's place.

Rod.

Is that true? why then Othello and Desdemona return again to Venice.

Iago.

O, no; he goes into Mauritania, and takes ^note away with him the fair Desdemona, unless his abode be lingered here by some accident: wherein ^note none can be so determinate as the removing of Cassio.

Rod.

How do you mean, removing of ^note him?

Iago.

Why, by making ^note him uncapable ^note of Othello's place; knocking out his brains. ^note

Rod.

And that you would have me to do? ^note

Iago.

Ay, if ^note you dare do yourself a profit and a right ^note. He sups to-night with a harlotry ^note, and thither will I go to him: he knows not yet of his honourable fortune. If you will watch his going thence, which I will fashion to fall out between twelve and one, you may take him at your pleasure: I will be near to second your attempt, and he shall fall between us. Come, stand not amazed at it, but go along with me; I will show you such a necessity in his death that you shall think yourself bound to put it on him. It is now high ^note supper-time, and the night grows to waste ^note: about it.

Rod.

I will hear further reason for this.

Iago.

And you shall be satisfied.