othello,the moor of venice(奥塞罗)-第16章
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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。 Why； then； 'tis hers； my lord； and being hers； She may； I think；
bestow't on any man。 OTHELLO。 She is protectress of her honor too。 May
she give that？ IAGO。 Her honor is an essence that's not seen； They have it
very oft that have it not。 But for the handkerchief OTHELLO。 By heaven；
I would most gladly have forgot it。 Thou said'stO； it comes o'er my
memory； As doth the raven o'er the infected house； Boding to allhe had
my handkerchief。 IAGO。 Ay； what of that？ OTHELLO。 That's not so good
now。 IAGO。 What； If I had said I had seen him do you wrong？ Or heard
him sayas knaves be such abroad； Who having； by their own importunate
suit； Or voluntary dotage of some mistress； Convinced or supplied them；
cannot choose But they must blab OTHELLO。 Hath he said anything？
IAGO。 He hath； my lord； but be you well assured； No more than he'll
unswear。 OTHELLO。 What hath he said？ IAGO。 Faith； that he didI
know not what he did。 OTHELLO。 What？ what？ IAGO。 Lie OTHELLO。
With her？ IAGO。 With her； on her； what you will。 OTHELLO。 Lie with
her！ lie on her！ We say lie on her； when they belie her。 Lie with her！
'Zounds； that's fulsome！ Handkerchief confessionshandkerchief！ To
confess and be hanged for his labor first； to be hanged； and then to
confess。 I tremble at it。 Nature would not invest herself in such shadowing
passion without some instruction。 It is not words that shakes me thus。 Pish！
Noses； ears； and lips。 Is't possible？ Confess？ Handkerchief？ O devil！ Falls
in a trance。 IAGO。 Work on； My medicine； work！ Thus credulous fools are
caught； And many worthy and chaste dames even thus； All guiltless； meet
reproach。 What； ho！ My lord！ My lord； I say！ Othello！
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