othello,the moor of venice(奥塞罗)-第14章
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gave to Desdemona； That which so often you did bid me 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 is
that to you？ EMILIA。 If't be not for some purpose of import； Give't me
again。 Poor lady； she'll run mad When she shall lack 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 mines of sulphur。
I did say so。 Look； where he comes！
Re…enter Othello。
Not poppy； nor mandragora； Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world；
Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep Which thou 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't not； thought it not； it harm'd not 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； Pioners and all； had tasted her sweet body； So I had nothing known。
O； now forever Farewell the tranquil mind！ Farewell content！ Farewell the
plumed troop and the big wars That make ambition virtue！ O； farewell；
Farewell the neighing steed and the shrill trump； The spirit…stirring drum；
the ear…piercing fife； The royal banner； and all quality； Pride； pomp； and
circumstance of glorious war！ And O you mortal engines； whose rude
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throats The immortal Jove's dread clamors counterfeit； Farewell！ Othello's
occupation's gone！ IAGO。 Is't possible； my lord？ OTHELLO。 Villain； be
sure thou prove my love a whore； Be sure of it。 Give me the ocular 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't come to this？
OTHELLO。 Make me to see't； or at the least so prove it； That the
probation bear no hinge nor loop To hang a doubt on； or woe upon thy life！
IAGO。 My noble lord OTHELLO。 If thou dost slander her and torture
me； Never pray more； abandon all remorse； On horror's head horrors
accumulate； Do deeds to make heaven weep； all earth amazed； For nothing
canst thou to damnation add Greater than that。 IAGO。 O grace！ O heaven
defend me！ Are you a man？ have you a soul or sense？ God be wi' you；
take mine office。 O wretched fool； That livest to 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 breeds such offense。 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 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
