Lod. May be the letter moved him;
For, as I think, they do command him home, 230
Deputing Cassio in his government.
Des. By my troth, I am glad on 't.[6364]
Oth. Indeed!
Des. My lord?[6360]
Oth. I am glad to see you mad.
Des. Why, sweet Othello?[6365]
Oth. Devil! [Striking her.[6366]
Des. I have not deserved this. 235
Lod. My lord, this would not be believed in Venice,
Though I should swear I saw 't: 'tis very much:
Make her amends; she weeps.
Oth. O devil, devil!
If that the earth could teem with woman's tears,[6367]
Each drop she falls would prove a crocodile. 240
Out of my sight!