Page 1530 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3

Exit Emilia.
She says enough, yet she’s a simple bawd [20]
That cannot say as much: this is a subtle whore,
A closet, lock and key, of villainous secrets,

And yet she’ll kneel and pray, I ha’ seen her do ’t.

Enter Desdemona and Emilia.

DESDEMONA
My lord, what is your will?

OTHELLO
Pray, chuck, come hither.

DESDEMONA
What is your pleasure?

OTHELLO
Let me see your eyes,... [25]
Look in my face.

DESDEMONA
What horrible fancy’s this?

OTHELLO
(To Emilia)
Some of your function, mistress,
Leave procreants alone, and shut the door,

Cough, or cry hem, if anybody come;
Your mystery, your mystery: nay, dispatch. [30]
Exit Emilia.

DESDEMONA
Upon my knees, what does your speech import?
I understand a fury in your words,

But not the words.