othello,the moor of venice(奥塞罗)-第13节
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she is not； I think that thou art just； and think thou art not。 I'll have some
proof。 Her name； that was as fresh As Dian's visage； is now begrimed and
black As mine own face。 If there be cords or knives； Poison or fire； or
suffocating streams； I'll not endure it。 Would I were satisfied！ IAGO。 I see；
sir； you are eaten up with passion； I do repent me that I put it to you。 You
would be satisfied？ OTHELLO。 Would？ Nay； I will。 IAGO。 And may。 But；
how？ how satisfied； my lord？ Would you； the supervisor； grossly gape on？
Behold her topp'd？ OTHELLO。 Death and damnation！ O！ IAGO。 It were a
tedious difficulty； I think； To bring them to that prospect。 Damn them then；
If ever mortal eyes do see them bolster More than their own！ What then？
how then？ What shall I say？ Where's satisfaction？ It is impossible you
should see this Were they as prime as goats； as hot as monkeys； As salt as
wolves in pride； and fools as gross As ignorance made drunk。 But yet； I
say； If imputation and strong circumstances； Which lead directly to the
door of truth； Will give you satisfaction； you may have't。 OTHELLO。 Give
me a living reason she's disloyal。 IAGO。 I do not like the office； But sith I
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am enter'd in this cause so far； Prick'd to't by foolish honesty and love； I
will go on。 I lay with Cassio lately And； being troubled with a raging tooth；
I could not sleep。 There are a kind of men so loose of soul； That in their
sleeps will mutter their affairs； One of this kind is Cassio。 In sleep I heard
him say； 〃Sweet Desdemona； Let us be wary； let us hide our loves〃； And
then； sir； would he gripe and wring my hand； Cry； 〃O sweet creature！〃 and
then kiss me hard； As if he pluck'd up kisses by the roots； That grew upon
my lips； then laid his leg Over my thigh； and sigh'd and kiss'd； and then
Cried； 〃Cursed fate that gave thee to the Moor！〃 OTHELLO。 O monstrous！
monstrous！ IAGO。 Nay； this was but his dream。 OTHELLO。 But this
denoted a foregone conclusion。 'Tis a shrewd doubt； though it be but a
dream。 IAGO。 And this may help to thicken other proofs That do
demonstrate thinly。 OTHELLO。 I'll tear her all to pieces。 IAGO。 Nay； but
be wise； yet we see nothing done； She may be honest yet。 Tell me but this；
Have you not sometimes seen a handkerchief Spotted with strawberries in
your wife's hand？ OTHELLO。 I gave her such a one； 'twas my first gift。
IAGO。 I know not that； but such a handkerchief I am sure it was your
wife'sdid I today See Cassio wipe his beard with。 OTHELLO。 If it be
that IAGO。 If it be that； or any that was hers； It speaks against her with
the other proofs。 OTHELLO。 O； that the slave had forty thousand lives！
One is too poor； too weak for my revenge。 Now do I see 'tis true。 Look
here； Iago； All my fond love thus do I blow to heaven。 'Tis gone。 Arise；
black vengeance； from thy hollow hell！ Yield up； O love； thy crown and
hearted throne To tyrannous hate！ Swell； bosom； with thy fraught； For 'tis
of aspics' tongues！ IAGO。 Yet be content。 OTHELLO。 O； blood； blood；
blood！ IAGO。 Patience； I say； your mind perhaps may change。 OTHELLO。
Never； Iago。 Like to the Pontic Sea； Whose icy current and compulsive
course Ne'er feels retiring ebb； but keeps due on To the Propontic and the
Hellespont； Even so my bloody thoughts； with violent pace； Shall ne'er
look back； ne'er ebb to humble love； Till that a capable and wide revenge
Swallow them up。 Now； by yond marble heaven； In the due reverence of a
sacred vow Kneels。 I here engage my words。 IAGO。 Do not rise yet。
Kneels。 Witness； you ever…burning lights above； You elements that clip us
round about； Witness that here Iago doth give up The execution of his wit；
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hands； heart； To wrong'd Othello's service！ Let him command； And to
obey shall be in me remorse； What bloody business ever。 They rise。
OTHELLO。 I greet thy love； Not with vain thanks； but with acceptance
bounteous； And will upon the instant put thee to't： Within these three days
let me hear thee say That Cassio's not alive。 IAGO。 My friend is dead； 'tis
done at your request； But let her live。 OTHELLO。 Damn her； lewd minx！
O； damn her！ Come； go with me apart； I will withdraw； To furnish me with
some swift means of death For the fair devil。 Now art thou my lieutenant。
IAGO。 I am your own forever。 Exeunt。
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SCENE IV。 Before the castle。
Enter Desdemona； Emilia； and Clown。
DESDEMONA。 Do you know； sirrah； where Lieutenant Cassio lies？
CLOWN。 I dare not say he lies anywhere。 DESDEMONA。 Why； man？
CLOWN。 He's a soldier； and for one to say a soldier lies； is stabbing。
DESDEMONA。 Go to！ Where lodges he？ CLOWN。 To tell you where he
lodges； is to tell you where I lie。 DESDEMONA。 Can anything be made of
this？ CLOWN。 I know not where he lodges； and for me to devise a
lodging； and say he lies here or he lies there； were to lie in mine own
throat。 DESDEMONA。 Can you inquire him out and be edified by report？
CLOWN。 I will catechize the world for him； that is； make questions and
by them answer。 DESDEMONA。 Seek him； bid him come hither。 Tell him
I have moved my lord on his behalf and hope all will be well。 CLOWN。
To do this is within the compass of man's wit； and therefore I will attempt
the doing it。 Exit。 DESDEMONA。 Where should I lose that handkerchief；
Emilia？ EMILIA。 I know not； madam。 DESDEMONA。 Believe me； I had
rather have lost my purse Full of crusadoes； and； but my noble Moor Is
true of mind and made of no such baseness As jealous creatures are； it
were enough To put him to ill thinking。 EMILIA。 Is he not jealous？
DESDEMONA。 Who； he？ I think the sun where he was born Drew all
such humors from him。 EMILIA。 Look； where he comes。 DESDEMONA。
I will not leave him now till Cassio Be call'd to him。
Enter Othello。
How is't with you； my lord？ OTHELLO。 Well； my good lady。 ＇Aside。＇
O； hardness to dissemble！ How do you； Desdemona？ DESDEMONA。
Well； my good lord。 OTHELLO。 Give me your hand。 This hand is moist；
my lady。 DESDEMONA。 It yet has felt no age nor known no sorrow。
OTHELLO。 This argues fruitfulness and liberal heart； Hot； hot； and moist。
This hand of yours requires A sequester from liberty； fasting； and prayer；
Much castigation； exercise devout； For here's a young and sweating devil
here That commonly rebels。 'Tis a good hand； A frank one。 DESDEMONA。
You may； indeed； say so； For 'twas that hand that gave away my heart。
OTHELLO。 A liberal hand。 The hearts of old gave hands； But our new
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heraldry is hands； not hearts。 DESDEMONA。 I cannot speak of this。 Come
now； your promise。 OTHELLO。 What promise； chuck？ DESDEMONA。 I
have sent to bid Cassio come speak with you。 OTHELLO。 I have a salt
and sorry rheum offends me； Lend me thy handkerchief。 DESDEMONA。
Here； my lord。 OTHELLO。 That which I gave you。 DESDEMONA。 I have
it not about me。 OTHELLO。 Not？ DESDEMONA。 No； faith； my lord。
OTHELLO。 That's a fault。 That handkerchief Did an Egyptian to my
mother give； She was a charmer； and could almost read The thoughts of
people。 She told her； while she kept it； 'Twould make her amiable and
subdue my father Entirely to her love； but if she lost it Or made a gift of it；
my father's eye Should hold her loathed and his spirits should hunt After
new fancies。 She dying gave it me； And bid me； when my fate would have
me wive； To give it her。 I did so； and take heed on't； Make it a darling like
your precious eye； To lose't or give't away were such perdition As nothing
else could match。 DESDEMONA。 Is't possible？ OTHELLO。 'Tis true；
there's magic in the web of it。 A sibyl； that had number'd in the world The
sun to course two hund
