othello,the moor of venice(奥塞罗)-第16节
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shall not live。 No； my heart is turned to stone； I strike it； and it hurts my
hand。 O； the world hath not a sweeter creature。 She might lie by an
emperor's side； and command him tasks。 IAGO。 Nay； that's not your way。
OTHELLO。 Hang her！ I do but say what she is。 So delicate with her
needle； an admirable musician。 O； she will sing the savageness out of a
bear。 Of so high and plenteous wit and invention IAGO。 She's the worse
for all this。 OTHELLO。 O； a thousand； a thousand times。 And then； of so
gentle a condition！ IAGO。 Ay； too gentle。 OTHELLO。 Nay； that's certain。
But yet the pity of it； Iago！ O Iago； the pity of it； Iago！ IAGO。 If you are so
fond over her iniquity； give her patent to offend； for； if it touch not you； it
comes near nobody。 OTHELLO。 I will chop her into messes。 Cuckold me！
IAGO。 O； 'tis foul in her。 OTHELLO。 With mine officer！ IAGO。 That's
fouler。 OTHELLO。 Get me some poison； Iago； this night。 I'll not
expostulate with her； lest her body and beauty unprovide my mind again。
This night； Iago。 IAGO。 Do it not with poison； strangle her in her bed；
even the bed she hath contaminated。 OTHELLO。 Good； good； the justice
of it pleases； very good。 IAGO。 And for Cassio； let me be his undertaker。
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You shall hear more by midnight。 OTHELLO。 Excellent good。 ＇A trumpet
within。＇ What trumpet is that same？ IAGO。 Something from Venice； sure。
'Tis Lodovico Come from the Duke。 And； see your wife is with him。
Enter Lodovico； Desdemona； and Attendants。
LODOVICO。 God save the worthy general！ OTHELLO。 With all my
heart； sir。 LODOVICO。 The Duke and Senators of Venice greet you。 Gives
him a letter。 OTHELLO。 I kiss the instrument of their pleasures。 Opens the
letter； and reads。 DESDEMONA。 And what's the news； good cousin
Lodovico？ IAGO。 I am very glad to see you； signior； Welcome to Cyprus。
LODOVICO。 I thank you。 How does Lieutenant Cassio？ IAGO。 Lives； sir。
DESDEMONA。 Cousin； there's fall'n between him and my lord An unkind
breach； but you shall make all well。 OTHELLO。 Are you sure of that？
DESDEMONA。 My lord？ OTHELLO。 ＇Reads。＇ 〃This fail you not to do；
as you will〃 LODOVICO。 He did not call； he's busy in the paper。 Is there
division 'twixt my lord and Cassio？ DESDEMONA。 A most unhappy one。
I would do much To atone them； for the love I bear to Cassio。 OTHELLO。
Fire and brimstone！ DESDEMONA。 My lord？ OTHELLO。 Are you wise？
DESDEMONA。 What； is he angry？ LODOVICO。 May be the letter
moved him； For； as I think； they do command him home； Deputing Cassio
in his government。 DESDEMONA。 By my troth； I am glad on't。
OTHELLO。 Indeed！ DESDEMONA。 My lord？ OTHELLO。 I am glad to
see you mad。 DESDEMONA。 Why； sweet Othello？ OTHELLO。 Devil！
Strikes her。 DESDEMONA。 I have not deserved this。 LODOVICO。 My
lord； this would not be believed in Venice； Though I should swear I saw't。
'Tis very much。 Make her amends； she weeps。 OTHELLO。 O devil； devil！
If that the earth could teem with woman's tears； Each drop she falls would
prove a crocodile。 Out of my sight！ DESDEMONA。 ＇Going。＇ I will not
stay to offend you。 LODOVICO。 Truly； an obedient lady。 I do beseech
your lordship； call her back。 OTHELLO。 Mistress！ DESDEMONA。 My
lord？ OTHELLO。 What would you with her； sir？ LODOVICO。 Who； I；
my lord？ OTHELLO。 Ay； you did wish that I would make her turn。 Sir； she
can turn and turn； and yet go on； And turn again； and she can weep； sir；
weep； And she's obedient； as you say； obedient； Very obedient。 Proceed
you in your tears。 Concerning this； sirO well…painted passion！ I am
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commanded home。 Get you away； I'll send for you anon。 Sir； I obey the
mandate； And will return to Venice。 Hence； avaunt！ Exit Desdemona。
Cassio shall have my place。 And； sir； tonight； I do entreat that we may sup
together。 You are welcome； sir； to Cyprus。 Goats and monkeys！ Exit。
LODOVICO。 Is this the noble Moor whom our full Senate Call all in all
sufficient？ This the nature Whom passion could not shake？ whose solid
virtue The shot of accident nor dart of chance Could neither graze nor
pierce？ IAGO。 He is much changed。 LODOVICO。 Are his wits safe？ Is he
not light of brain？ IAGO。 He's that he is。 I may not breathe my censure
What he might be： if what he might he is not； I would to heaven he were！
LODOVICO。 What； strike his wife！ IAGO。 Faith； that was not so well； yet
would I knew That stroke would prove the worst！ LODOVICO。 Is it his
use？ Or did the letters work upon his blood； And new create this fault？
IAGO。 Alas； alas！ It is not honesty in me to speak What I have seen and
known。 You shall observe him； And his own courses will denote him so
That I may save my speech。 Do but go after； And mark how he continues。
LODOVICO。 I am sorry that I am deceived in him。 Exeunt。
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SCENE II。 A room in the castle。
Enter Othello and Emilia。
OTHELLO。 You have seen nothing； then？ EMILIA。 Nor ever heard；
nor ever did suspect。 OTHELLO。 Yes； you have seen Cassio and she
together。 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？ EMILIA。 Never； my lord。 OTHELLO。 Nor send you out o' the
way？ EMILIA。 Never。 OTHELLO。 To fetch her fan； her gloves； her mask；
nor nothing？ EMILIA。 Never； my lord。 OTHELLO。 That's strange。
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。 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。
Enter Desdemona with Emilia。
DESDEMONA。 My lord； what is your will？ OTHELLO。 Pray； chuck；
come hither。 DESDEMONA。 What is your pleasure？ OTHELLO。 Let me
see your eyes； Look in my face。 DESDEMONA。 What horrible fancy's
this？ OTHELLO。 ＇To Emilia。＇ Some of your function； mistress； Leave
procreants alone and shut the door； Cough； or cry 〃hem；〃 if anybody come。
Your mystery； your mystery； nay； dispatch。 Exit Emilia。 DESDEMONA。
Upon my knees； what doth your speech import？ I understand a fury in
your words； But not the words。 OTHELLO。 Why； what art thou？
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…damn'd； Swear
thou art honest。 DESDEMONA。 Heaven doth truly know it。 OTHELLO。
Heaven truly knows that thou art false as hell。 DESDEMONA。 To whom；
my lord？ with whom？ how am I false？ OTHELLO。 O Desdemona！ Away！
away！ away！ DESDEMONA。 Alas the heavy day！ Why do you weep？ Am
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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 To try me with affliction； had they rain'd All kinds of sores and
shames on my bare head； Steep'd 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 A fixed figure for the
time for scorn To point his slow unmoving finger at！ Yet
