othello,the moor of venice(奥塞罗)-第14节
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there's magic in the web of it。 A sibyl； that had number'd in the world The
sun to course two hundred compasses； In her prophetic fury sew'd the
work； The worms were hallow'd that did breed the silk； And it was dyed in
mummy which the skillful Conserved of maiden's hearts。 DESDEMONA。
Indeed！ is't true？ OTHELLO。 Most veritable； therefore look to't well。
DESDEMONA。 Then would to God that I had never seen't！ OTHELLO。
Ha！ wherefore？ DESDEMONA。 Why do you speak so startingly and rash？
OTHELLO。 Is't lost？ is't gone？ speak； is it out o' the way？ DESDEMONA。
Heaven bless us！ OTHELLO。 Say you？ DESDEMONA。 It is not lost； but
what an if it were？ OTHELLO。 How？ DESDEMONA。 I say； it is not lost。
OTHELLO。 Fetch't； let me see it。 DESDEMONA。 Why； so I can； sir； but I
will not now。 This is a trick to put me from my suit。 Pray you； let Cassio
be received again。 OTHELLO。 Fetch me the handkerchief； my mind
misgives。 DESDEMONA。 Come； come； You'll never meet a more
sufficient man。 OTHELLO。 The handkerchief！ DESDEMONA。 I pray；
talk me of Cassio。 OTHELLO。 The handkerchief！ DESDEMONA。 A man
that all his time Hath founded his good fortunes on your love； Shared
dangers with you OTHELLO。 The handkerchief！ DESDEMONA。 In
sooth； you are to blame。 OTHELLO。 Away！ Exit。 EMILIA。 Is not this man
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jealous？ DESDEMONA。 I ne'er saw this before。 Sure there's some wonder
in this handkerchief； I am most unhappy in the loss of it。 EMILIA。 'Tis not
a year or two shows us a man。 They are all but stomachs and we all but
food； They eat us hungerly； and when they are full They belch us。 Look
you！ Cassio and my husband。
Enter Cassio and Iago。
IAGO。 There is no other way； 'tis she must do't。 And； lo； the
happiness！ Go and importune her。 DESDEMONA。 How now； good Cassio！
What's the news with you？ CASSIO。 Madam； my former suit： I do
beseech you That by your virtuous means I may again Exist and be a
member of his love Whom I with all the office of my heart Entirely honor。
I would not be delay'd。 If my offense be of such mortal kind That nor my
service past nor present sorrows Nor purposed merit in futurity Can
ransom me into his love again； But to know so must be my benefit； So
shall I clothe me in a forced content And shut myself up in some other
course To Fortune's alms。 DESDEMONA。 Alas； thrice…gentle Cassio！ My
advocation is not now in tune； My lord is not my lord； nor should I know
him Were he in favor as in humor alter'd。 So help me every spirit
sanctified； As I have spoken for you all my best And stood within the
blank of his displeasure For my free speech！ You must awhile be patient。
What I can do I will； and more I will Than for myself I dare。 Let that
suffice you。 IAGO。 Is my lord angry？ EMILIA。 He went hence but now；
And certainly in strange unquietness。 IAGO。 Can he be angry？ I have seen
the cannon； When it hath blown his ranks into the air And； like the devil；
from his very arm Puff'd his own brother。 And can he be angry？
Something of moment then。 I will go meet him。 There's matter in't indeed
if he be angry。 DESDEMONA。 I prithee； do so。 Exit Iago。 Something sure
of state； Either from Venice or some unhatch'd practice Made
demonstrable here in Cyprus to him； Hath puddled his clear spirit； and in
such cases Men's natures wrangle with inferior things； Though great ones
are their object。 'Tis even so； For let our finger ache； and it indues Our
other healthful members even to that sense Of pain。 Nay； we must think
men are not gods； Nor of them look for such observancy As fits the bridal。
Beshrew me much； Emilia； I was； unhandsome warrior as I am； Arraigning
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his unkindness with my soul； But now I find I had suborn'd the witness；
And he's indicted falsely。 EMILIA。 Pray heaven it be state matters； as you
think； And no conception nor no jealous toy Concerning you。
DESDEMONA。 Alas the day； I never gave him cause！ EMILIA。 But
jealous souls will not be answer'd so； They are not ever jealous for the
cause； But jealous for they are jealous。 'Tis a monster Begot upon itself；
born on itself。 DESDEMONA。 Heaven keep that monster from Othello's
mind！ EMILIA。 Lady； amen。 DESDEMONA。 I will go seek him。 Cassio；
walk hereabout。 If I do find him fit； I'll move your suit； And seek to effect
it to my uttermost。 CASSIO。 I humbly thank your ladyship。 Exeunt
Desdemona and Emilia。
Enter Bianca。
BIANCA。 Save you； friend Cassio！ CASSIO。 What make you from
home？ How is it with you； my most fair Bianca？ I'faith； sweet love； I was
coming to your house。 BIANCA。 And I was going to your lodging； Cassio。
What； keep a week away？ seven days and nights？ Eight score eight hours？
and lovers' absent hours； More tedious than the dial eight score times？ O
weary reckoning！ CASSIO。 Pardon me； Bianca。 I have this while with
leaden thoughts been press'd； But I shall in a more continuate time Strike
off this score of absence。 Sweet Bianca； Gives her Desdemona's
handkerchief。 Take me this work out。 BIANCA。 O Cassio； whence came
this？ This is some token from a newer friend。 To the felt absence now I
feel a cause。 Is't come to this？ Well； well。 CASSIO。 Go to； woman！ Throw
your vile guesses in the devil's teeth； From whence you have them。 You
are jealous now That this is from some mistress； some remembrance。 No；
by my faith； Bianca。 BIANCA。 Why； whose is it？ CASSIO。 I know not；
sweet。 I found it in my chamber。 I like the work well。 Ere it be demanded
As like enough it willI'ld have it copied。 Take it； and do't； and leave me
for this time。 BIANCA。 Leave you！ wherefore？ CASSIO。 I do attend here
on the general； And think it no addition； nor my wish； To have him see me
woman'd。 BIANCA。 Why； I pray you？ CASSIO。 Not that I love you not。
BIANCA。 But that you do not love me。 I pray you； bring me on the way a
little； And say if I shall see you soon at night。 CASSIO。 'Tis but a little
way that I can bring you； For I attend here； but I'll see you soon。 BIANCA。
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'Tis very good； I must be circumstanced。 Exeunt。
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ACT IV。
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SCENE I。 Cyprus。 Before the castle。
Enter Othello and Iago。
IAGO。 Will you think so？ OTHELLO。 Think so； Iago？ IAGO。 What；
To kiss in private？ OTHELLO。 An unauthorized kiss。 IAGO。 Or to be
naked with her friend in bed An hour or more； not meaning any harm？
OTHELLO。 Naked in bed； Iago； and not mean harm！ It is hypocrisy
against the devil。 They that mean virtuously and yet do so； The devil their
virtue tempts and they tempt heaven。 IAGO。 So they do nothing； 'tis a
venial slip。 But if I give my wife a handkerchief OTHELLO。 What then？
IAGO
