ACT IV.
1. SCENE I. Cyprus. Before the Castle.
(continued)
DESDEMONA.
Cousin, there's fall'n between him and my lord
An unkind breach: but you shall make all well.
OTHELLO.
Are you sure of that?
DESDEMONA.
My lord?
OTHELLO.
[Reads.] "This fail you not to do, as you will,--"
LODOVICO.
He did not call; he's busy in the paper.
Is there division 'twixt my lord and Cassio?
DESDEMONA.
A most unhappy one: I would do much
To atone them, for the love I bear to Cassio.
OTHELLO.
Fire and brimstone!
DESDEMONA.
My lord?
OTHELLO.
Are you wise?
DESDEMONA.
What, is he angry?
LODOVICO.
May be the letter mov'd him;
For, as I think, they do command him home,
Deputing Cassio in his government.
DESDEMONA.
Trust me, I am glad on't.
OTHELLO.
Indeed!
DESDEMONA.
My lord?
OTHELLO.
I am glad to see you mad.
DESDEMONA.
Why, sweet Othello,--
OTHELLO.
Devil! [Striking her.]
DESDEMONA.
I have not deserv'd this.
LODOVICO.
My lord, this would not be believ'd in Venice,
Though I should swear I saw't: 'tis very much:
Make her amends; she weeps.
OTHELLO.
O devil, devil!
If that the earth could teem with woman's tears,
Each drop she falls would prove a crocodile.--
Out of my sight!
DESDEMONA.
[Going.] I will not stay to offend you.
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