Is true of mind, and made of no such baseness,
As jealous creatures are, it were enough
To put him to ill thinking.
Æmilia. Is he not jealous?
Desdemona. Who he? I think the sun where he was born
Drew all such humours from him.’
In a short speech of Æmilia’s, there occurs one of those side-intimations of the fluctuations of passion which we seldom meet with but in Shakespear. After Othello has resolved upon the death of his wife, and bids her dismiss her attendant for the night, she answers,
‘I will, my Lord.
Æmilia. How goes it now? He looks gentler than he did.’
Shakespear has here put into half a line what some authors would have spun out into ten set speeches.