2. SCENE II. Cyprus. A Bedchamber in the castle: Desdemona in bed
Have mercy on me!
Amen, with all my heart!
If you say so, I hope you will not kill me.
And yet I fear you; for you are fatal then
When your eyes roll so: why I should fear I know not,
Since guiltiness I know not; but yet I feel I fear.
Think on thy sins.
They are loves I bear to you.
Ay, and for that thou diest.
That death's unnatural that kills for loving.--
Alas, why gnaw you so your nether lip?
Some bloody passion shakes your very frame:
These are portents; but yet I hope, I hope,
They do not point on me.
Peace, and be still!
I will so. What's the matter?
That handkerchief which I so loved and gave thee
Thou gav'st to Cassio.
No, by my life and soul!
Send for the man, and ask him.
Sweet soul, take heed,
Take heed of perjury; thou'rt on thy death-bed.
Ay, but not yet to die.
Therefore confess thee freely of thy sin;
For to deny each article with oath
Cannot remove nor choke the strong conception
That I do groan withal. Thou art to die.
Then, Lord have mercy on me!
I say, amen.
And have you mercy too!--I never did
Offend you in my life; never lov'd Cassio
But with such general warranty of heaven
As I might love: I never gave him token.