ACT THREE Scene Three

3个月前 作者: 莎士比亚
    [The garden of the castle.Enter DESDEMONA, CASSIO,and EMILIA]


    DESDEMONA


    Be thou assured,good Cassio,I will do


    All my abilites in thy behalf.


    EMILIA


    Good madam,do:I warrant it grieves my husband,


    As if the case were his.


    DESDEMONA


    O,that’s an honest fellow.Do not doubt,Cassio,


    But I will have my lord and you again


    As friendly as you were.


    CASSIO


    Bounteous madam,


    Whatever shall be of Michael Cassio,


    He’s never any thing but your true servant


    DESDEMONA


    I know’t; I thank you.You do love my lord:


    You have known him long;and be you well assured


    He shall in strangeness stand no further off


    Than in a polite distance.


    CASSIO


    Ay,butdy,


    That policy may eitherst so long,


    Or feed upon such nice and waterish diet,


    Or breed itself so out of circumstance,


    That,I being absent and my ce supplied,


    My general will forget my love and service


    DESDEMONA


    Do not doubt that;before Emilia here


    I give thee warrant of thy ce:assure thee,


    If I do vow a friendship, I’ll perform it


    To thest article: my lord shall never rest;


    I’ll watch him tame and talk him out of patience;


    His bed shall seem a school,his board a shrift;


    I’ll intermingle every thing he does


    With Cassio’s suit:therefore be merry,Cassio;


    For thy solicitor shall rather die


    Than give thy cause away.


    EMILIA


    Madam,herees my lord.


    CASSIO


    Madam,I’ll take my leave.


    DESDEMONA


    Why,stay,and hear me speak.


    CASSIO


    Madam,not now:I am very ill at ease,


    Unfit for mine own purposes.


    DESDEMONA


    Well,do your discretion


    [ Exit CASSIO Enter OTHELLO and IAGO ]


    IAGO


    Ha!I like not that.


    OTHELLO


    What dost thou say?


    IAGO


    Nothing, my lord:or if——I know not what.


    OTHELLO


    Was not that Cassio parted from my wife?


    IAGO


    Cassio,my lord! No,sure,I cannot think it,


    That he would steal away so guilty-like,


    Seeing youing.


    OTHELLO


    I do believe ’twas he.


    DESDEMONA


    How now,my lord!


    I have been talking with a suitor here,


    A man thatnguishes in your displeasure.


    OTHELLO


    Who is’t you mean?


    DESDEMONA


    Why, your lieutenant, Cassio.Good my lord,


    If I have any grace or power to move you,


    His present reconciliation take;


    For if he be not one that truly loves you,


    That errs in ignorance and not in cunning,


    I have no judgment in an honest face:


    I prithee,call him back.


    OTHELLO


    Went he hence now?


    DESDEMONA


    Ay,sooth;so humbled


    That he hath left part of his grief with me,


    To suffer with him.Good love,call him back.


    OTHELLO


    Not now,sweet Desdemona;some other time.


    DESDEMONA


    But shall’t be shortly?


    OTHELLO


    The sooner,sweet,for you


    DESDEMONA


    Shall’t be to-night at supper?


    OTHELLO


    No,not to-night.


    DESDEMONA


    To-morrow dinner,then?


    OTHELLO


    I shall not dine at home;


    I meet the captains at the citadel.


    DESDEMONA


    Why,then,to-morrow night;or Tuesday morn;


    On Tuesday noon,or night;on Wednesday morn:


    I prithee,name the time,but let it not


    Exceed three days:in faith, he’s penitent;


    And yet his trespass,in ourmon reason——


    Save that,they say,the wars must make examples


    Out of their best——is not almost a fault


    To incur a private cheque When shall hee?


    Tell me,Othello:I wonder in my soul,


    What you would ask me, that I should deny,


    Or stand so mammering on.What!Michael Cassio,


    That came a-wooing with you,and so many at time,


    When I have spoke of you dispraisingly,


    Hath ta’en your part;to have so much to do


    To bring him in! Trust me,I could do much,——


    OTHELLO


    Prithee,no more:let hime when he will;


    I will deny thee nothing.


    DESDEMONA


    Why,ths is not a boon;


    ‘Tis as I should entreat you wear your gloves,


    Or feed on nourishing dishes,or keep you warm,


    Or sue to you to do a peculiar profit


    To your own person:nay,when I have a suit


    Wherein I mean to touch your love indeed,


    It shall be full of poise and difficult weight


    And fearful to be granted.


    OTHELLO


    I will deny thee nothing:


    Whereon,I do beseech thee,grant me this,


    To leave me but a little to myself.


    DESDEMONA


    Shall I deny you? no:farewell,my lord.


    OTHELLO


    Farewell, my Desdemona:I’lle to thee straight


    DESDEMONA


    Emiliae.Be as your fancies teach you;


    Whate’er you be,I am obedient.


    [Exeunt DESDEMONA and EMILIA]


    OTHELLO


    Excellent wretch! Perdition catch my soul,


    But I do love thee!and when I love thee not,


    Chaos ise again.


    IAGO


    My noble lord——


    OTHELLO


    What dost thou say,Iago?


    IAGO


    Did Michael Cassio,when you woo’d mydy,


    Know of your love?


    OTHELLO


    He did, from first tost: why dost thou ask?


    IAGO


    But for a satisfaction of my thought;


    No further harm.


    OTHELLO


    Why of thy thought,Iago?


    IAGO


    I did not think he had been acquainted with her.


    OTHELLO


    O,yes;and went between us very oft.


    IAGO


    Indeed!


    OTHELLO


    Indeed!ay,indeed:discern’st thou aught in that?


    Is he not honest?


    IAGO


    Honest,my lord!


    OTHELLO


    Honest!ay,honest.


    IAGO


    My lord, for aught I know.


    OTHELLO


    What dost thou think?


    IAGO


    Think,my lord!


    OTHELLO


    Think,my lord!


    By heaven, he echoes me,


    As if there were some monster in his thought


    Too hideous to be shown.Thou dost mean something:


    I heard thee say even now, thou likedst not that,


    When Cassio left my wife:what didst not like?


    And when I told thee he was of my counsel


    In my whole course of wooing, thou criedst ‘Indeed!’


    And didst contract and purse thy brow together,


    As if thou then hadst shut up in thy brain


    Some horrible conceit:if thou dost love me,


    Show me thy thought.


    IAGO


    My lord,you know I love you.


    OTHELLO


    I think thou dost;


    And,for I know thou’rt full of love and honesty,


    And weigh’st thy words before thou givest them breath,


    Therefore these stops of thine fright me the more:


    For such things in a false disloyal knave


    Are tricks of custom, but in a man that’s just


    They are close dtions, working from the heart


    That passion Cannot rule.


    IAGO


    For Michael Cassio,


    I dare be sworn I think that he is honest.


    OTHELLO


    I think so too.


    LAGO


    Men should be what they seem;


    Or those that be not,would they might seem none!


    OTHELLO


    Certain, men should be what they seem.


    IAGO


    Why,then, I think Cassio’s an honest man.


    OTHELLO


    Nay, yet there’s more in this:


    I prithee, speak to me as to thy thinkings,


    As thou dost ruminate, and give thy worst of thoughts


    The worst of words.


    IAGO


    Good my lord,pardon me:


    Though I am bound to every act of duty,


    I am not bound to that all ves are free to.


    Utter my thoughts? Why,say they are vile and false;


    As where’s that pce whereinto foul things


    Sometimes intrude not?who has a breast so pure,


    But some uncleanly apprehensions


    Keep leets andw-days and in session sit


    With meditationswful?


    OTHELLO


    Thou dost conspire against thy friend,Iago,


    If thou but think’st him wrong’d and makest his ear


    A stranger to thy thoughts


    IAGO


    I do beseech you——


    Though I perchance am vicious in my guess,


    As,I confess,it is my nature’s gue


    To spy into abuses,and oft my jealousy


    Shapes faults that are not——that your wisdom yet,


    From one that so imperfectly conceits,


    Would take no notice,nor build yourself a trouble


    Out of his scattering and unsure observance.


    It were not for your quiet nor your good,


    Nor for my manhood, honesty,or wisdom,


    To let you know my thoughts.


    OTHELLO


    What dost thou mean?


    IAGO


    Good name in man and woman, dear my lord,


    Is the immediate jewel of their souls:


    Who steals my purse steals trash ;’tis something,nothing;


    ‘Twas mine,’tis his, and has been ve to thousands:


    But he that filches from me my good name


    Robs me of that which not enriches him


    And makes me poor indeed.


    OTHELLO


    By heaven, I’ll know thy thoughts.


    IAGO


    You cannot, if my heart were in your hand;


    Nor shall not, whilst’tis in my custody.


    OTHELLO


    Ha!


    IAGO


    O,beware,my lord,of jealousy;


    It is the green-eyed monster which doth mock


    The meat it feeds on;that cuckold lives in bliss


    Who,certain of his fate,loves not his wronger;


    But, O,what damned minutes tells he o’er


    Who dotes, yet doubts,suspects, yet strongly loves!


    OTHELLO


    O misery!


    IAGO


    Poor and content is rich and rich enough,


    But riches fineless is as poor as winter


    To him that ever fears he shall be poor.


    Good heaven,the souls of all my tribe defend


    From jealousy!


    OTHELLO


    Why, why is this?


    Think’st thou I’ld make a lie of jealousy,


    To follow still the changes of the moon


    With fresh suspicions?No;to be once in doubt


    Is once to be resolved:exchange me for a goat,


    When I shall turn the business of my soul


    To such exsufflicate and blown surmises,


    Matching thy inference.’Tis not to make me jealous


    To say my wife is fair,feeds well,lovespany,


    Is free of speech,sings,ys and dances well;


    Where virtue is,these are more virtuous:


    Nor from mine own weak meritswill I draw


    The smallest fear or doubt of her revolt ;


    For she had eyes, and chose me. No,Iago;


    I’ll see before I doubt;when I doubt, prove;


    And on the proof,there is no more but this,——


    Away at once with love or jealousy!


    IAGO


    I am d of it;for now I shall have reason


    To show the love and duty that I bearyou


    With franker spirit:therefore, as I am bound,


    Receive it from me.I speak not yet of proof.


    Look to your wife;observe her well with Cassio;


    Wear your eye thus,not jealous nor secure:


    I would not have your free and noble nature,


    Out of self-bounty,be abused;look to’t:


    I know our country disposition well;


    In Venice they do let heaven see the pranks


    They dare not show their husbands;their best conscience


    Is not to leave’t undone, but keep’t unknown.


    OTHELLO


    Dost thou say so?


    IAGO


    She did deceive her father,marrying you;


    And when she seem’d to shake and fear your looks,


    She loved them most.


    OTHELLO


    And so she did.


    IAGO


    Why, go to then;


    She that,so young, could give out such a seeming,


    To sealher father’s eyes up close as oak-


    He thought ’twas witchcraft——but I am much to me;


    I humbly do beseech you of your pardon


    For too much loving you.


    OTHELLO


    I am bound to thee for ever.


    IAGO


    I see this hath a little dash’d your spirits.


    OTHELLO


    Not a jot,not a jot.


    IAGO


    I’ faith,I fear it has.


    I hope yod will consider what is spoke


    Comes from my love.But I do see you’re moved:


    I am to pray you not to strain my speech


    To grosserissues nor torger reach


    Than to suspicion.


    OTHELLO


    I will not.


    IAGO


    Should you do so,my lord,


    My speech should fall into such vile sess


    As my thoughts aim not at.Cassio’s my worthy friend——


    My lord,I see you’re moved.


    OTHELLO


    No, not much moved:


    I do not think but Desdemona’s honest.


    IAGO


    Long live she so! and long live you to think so!


    OTHELLO


    And yet,how nature erring from itself,——


    IAGO


    Ay, there’s the point:as——to be bold with you——


    Not to affect many proposedmatches


    Of her own climeplexion,and degree,


    Whereto we see in all things nature tends——


    Foh! one may smell in such a will most rank ,


    Foul disproportion thoughts unnatural.


    But Pardon me;I do not in position


    Distinctly speak of her;though I may fear


    Her will,recoiling to her better judgment,


    May fall to match you with her country forms


    And happily repent.


    OTHELLO


    Farewell,farewell:


    If more thou dost perceive,let me know more;


    Set on thy wife to observe:leave me ,Iago:


    IAGO[Going]


    My lord, I take my leave.


    OTHELLO


    Why did I marry?This honest creature doubtless


    Sees and knows more, much more, than he unfolds.


    IAGO


    [Returning] My lord,I would I might entreat


    your honour


    To scanthis thing no further;leave it to time:


    Though it be fit that Cassio have his ce,


    For sure, he fills it up with great ability,


    Yet,if you please to hold him off awhile,


    You shall by that perceive him and his means:


    Note,if yourdy strain his entertainment


    With any strong or vehementimportunity;


    Much will be seen in that.In the mean time,


    Let me be thought too busy in my fears——


    As worthy cause I have to fear I am——


    And hold her free, I do beseech your honour.


    OTHELLO


    Fear not my government.


    IAGO


    I once more take my leave.


    [Eexit]


    OTHELLO


    This fellow’s of exceeding honesty,


    And knows all qualities,with a learned spirit,


    Of human dealings.If I do prove her haggard,


    Though that her jesses were my dear heartstrings,


    I’ld whistle her off and let her down the wind,


    To pray at fortune.Haply,for I am ck


    And have not those soft parts of conversation


    That chamberers have,or for I am declined


    Into the valeof years,——yet that’s not much——


    She’s gone.I am abused;and my relief


    Must be to loathe her.O curse of marriage,


    That we can call these delicate creatures ours,


    And not their appetites! I had rather be a toad,


    And live upon the vapour of a dungeon,


    Than keep a corner in the thing I love


    For others’uses.Yet,’tis the gue of great ones;


    Prerogatived are they less than the base;


    ‘Tis destiny unshunnable,like death:


    Even then this forked gue is fated to us


    When we do quicken ,Desdemonaes:


    [Re-enter DESDEMONA and EMILIA]


    If she be false, O, then heaven mocks itself!


    I’ll not believe’t.


    DESDEMONA


    How now, my dear Othello!


    Your dinner,and the generousinders


    By you invited,do attend your presence.


    OTHELLO


    I am to me.


    DESDEMONA


    Why do you speak so faintly?


    Are you not well?


    OTHELLO


    I have a pain upon my forehead here.


    DESDEMONA


    ‘Faith,that’s with watching;’twill away again:


    Let me but bind it hard,within this hour


    It will be well.


    OTHELLO


    Your napkin is too little:


    [He putsthe handkerchief from him ;and it drops]


    let it alone.Come,I’ll go in with you.


    DESDEMONA


    I am very sorry that you are not well.


    [Exeunt OTHELLO and DESDEMONA]


    EMILIA


    I am d I have found this napkin:


    This was her first remembrancefrom the Moor:


    My wayward husband hath a hundred times


    Woo’dme to steal it;but she so loves the token,


    For he conjured her she should ever keep it,


    That she reserves it evermore about her


    To kiss talk to.I’ll have the work ta’en out ,


    And give’t Iago:what he will do with it


    Heaven knows,not I;


    I nothing but to please his fantasy.


    [Re-enter IAGO]


    IAGO


    How now! what do you here alone?


    EMILIA


    Do not you chide;I have a thing for you.


    IAGO


    A thing for me? it is amon thing——


    EMILIA


    Ha!


    LAGO


    To have a foolish wife.


    EMILIA


    O,is that all? What will you give me now


    For the same handkerchief?


    IAGO


    What handkerchief?


    EMILIA


    What handkerchief?


    Why,that the Moor first gave to Desdemona;


    That which so often you did bidme steal.


    IAGO


    Hast stol’n it from her?


    EMILIA


    No,’faith; she let it drop by negligence.


    And,to the advantage,I,being here,took’t up.


    Look,here it is.


    IAGO


    A good wench; give it me.


    EMILIA


    What will you do with’t , that you have been


    so earnest


    To have me filch it?


    IAGO


    [Snatching it]Why,what’s that to you?


    EMILIA


    If it be not for some purpose of import,


    Give’t me again:poordy,she’ll run mad


    When she shallck it.


    IAGO


    Be not acknown on’t;I have use for it.


    Go,leave me.


    [Exit EMILIA]


    I will in Cassio’s lodging lose this napkin,


    And let him find it.Trifles light as air


    Are to the jealous confirmations strong


    As proofs of holy writ:this may do something.


    The Moor already changes with my poison:


    Dangerous conceits are,in their natures,poisons.


    Which at the first are scarce found to distaste,


    But with a little act upon the blood.


    Burn like the minesof Sulphur.I did say so:


    Look,where hees!


    [Re-enter OTHELLO]


    Not poppy,nor mandragora,


    Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world,


    Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep


    Which thon owedst yesterday.


    OTHELLO


    Ha!ha!false to me?


    IAGO


    Why,how now,general!no more of that.


    OTHELLO


    Avaunt! be gone!thou hast set me on the rack:


    I swear ’tis better to be much abused


    Than but to know’t a little.


    IAGO


    How now,my lord!


    OTHELLO


    What sense had I of her stol’n hours of lust?


    I saw’tnot,thought it not,it harm’dnot me:


    I slept the next night well,was free and merry;


    I found not Cassio’s kisses on her lips:


    He that is robb’d, not wanting what is stol’n,


    Let him not know’t,and he’s not robb’d at all.


    IAGO


    I am sorry to hear this.


    OTHELLO


    I had been happy,if the general camp,


    Pionersand all,had tasted her sweet body,


    So I had nothing known.O,now, for ever


    Farewell the tranquilmind!farewell content!


    Farewell the plumedtroop,and the big wars,


    That make ambition virtue!O,farewell!


    Farewell the neighingsteed,and the shrilltrump,


    The spirit-stirring drum,the ear-piercing fife ,


    The royal banner,and all quality,


    Pride,pompand circumstance of glorious war!


    And,O you mortalengines,whose rude throats


    The immortalJove’sdead mourscounterfeit,


    Farewell!Othello’s upation’s gone !


    IAGO


    Is’t possible,my lord?


    OTHELLO


    viin,be sure thou prove my love a whore ,


    Be sure of it;give me the ocr proof:


    Or by the worth of man’s eternal soul,


    Thou hadst been better have been born a dog


    Than answer my waked wrath !


    IAGO


    Is’te to this ?


    OTHELLO


    Make me to see’t;or,at the least,so prove it,


    That the probationbear no hinge nor loop


    To hang a doubt on;or woeupon thy life!


    IAGO


    My noble lord,——


    OTHELLO


    If thou dost nder her and torture me,


    Never pray more;abandonall remorse;


    On horror’s head horrors umte ;


    Do deeds to make heaven weep,all earth amazed;


    For nothing canst thou to damnation add


    Greater than that.


    IAGO


    O grace!O heaven forgive me!


    Are you a man? have you a soul or sense?


    God be wi’ you;take mine office. O wretched fool.


    That livestto make thine honesty a vice!


    O monstrous world!Take note,take note,O world,


    To be direct and honest is not safe.


    I thank you for this profit;and from hence


    I’ll love no friend,sith love breedssuch offence.


    OTHELLO


    Nay,stay :thou shouldst be honest.


    IAGO


    I should be wise ,for honesty’s a fool


    And loses that it works for.


    OTHELLO


    By the world,


    I think my wife be honest and think 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 begrimedand ck


    As mine own face.If there be cords, or knives,


    Poison,or fire,or suffocatingstreams,


    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,grosslygapeon——


    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 am enter’d in this cause so far,


    Prick’d to’t by foolish honesty and love,


    I will go on.Iy with Cassiotely;


    And,being troubled with a raging tooth,


    I could not sleep.


    There are a kind of men so looseof soul


    That in their sleeps will muttertheir 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 gripeand wringmy 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:thenid 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’s——did I to-day


    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 ve 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,ck vengeance, from thy hollow cell!


    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 andpulsive 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 youd marbleheaven,


    [Kneels]


    In the due reverenceof a sacredvow


    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, hands,heart,


    To wrong’d Othello’s service!Let himmand ,


    And to obey shall be in me remorse,


    What bloody business ever.


    [They rise]


    OTHELLO


    I greetthy love,


    Not with vain thanks,but with eptance 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,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 for ever


    [Exeunt]
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