चित्र विवरण: एक यूरोपीय शैली के कमरे में ओथेलो गंभीर मुद्रा में खड़ा है, डेस्डेमोना दुखी होकर सामने है, पास में एमिलिया चिंतित खड़ी है; पृष्ठभूमि में इआगो छाया की तरह दिखाई देता है। वातावरण में तनाव और शोक स्पष्ट है।
Act 4 Scene 2
इस दृश्य में मुख्य पात्र ओथेलो (मूर), डेस्डेमोना (ओथेलो की पत्नी), एमिलिया (डेस्डेमोना की दासी और इआगो की पत्नी), इआगो (ओथेलो का विश्वासी, परंतु कपटी), और रॉडेरिगो (इआगो का साथी) हैं। ओथेलो डेस्डेमोना की निष्ठा पर संदेह करता है, एमिलिया उसकी मासूमियत की गवाही देती है, और इआगो अपनी चालों को आगे बढ़ाता है।
| Hindi | English |
|---|---|
| [एक कमरा ओथेलो के घर में] | [A room in Othello’s house.] |
| [ओथेलो, एमेलिया के साथ प्रवेश करते हैं] | [Enter OTHELLO and EMILIA.] |
| ओथेलो: तुमने अपनी मालकिन को कभी उसकी ईमानदारी में संदेहास्पद पाया है? | OTHELLO: You have seen nothing then? |
| एमिलिया: कभी नहीं, मेरे स्वामी। | EMILIA: Nor ever heard, nor ever did suspect? |
| ओथेलो: क्या तुमने कभी सुना, या कभी संदेह किया? | OTHELLO: Never, my lord. |
| एमिलिया: कभी नहीं, मेरे स्वामी। | EMILIA: But have you ever heard, or did you ever suspect? |
| ओथेलो: कभी नहीं। | OTHELLO: Never, my lord. |
| एमिलिया: लेकिन क्या आपने कभी सुना, या कभी संदेह किया? | EMILIA: But have you ever heard, or did you ever suspect? |
| ओथेलो: कभी नहीं। | OTHELLO: Never, my lord. |
| एमिलिया: वह शुद्ध है; वह स्वर्ग की तरह सच्ची है। | EMILIA: She is honest, lay down my soul at stake. If you think other, remove your thought. |
| ओथेलो: तुमने कभी उसे कैसियो के साथ अकेले देखा है? | OTHELLO: Think you I’d make a lie of jealousy, to follow still the changes of the moon with fresh suspicions? No; to be once in doubt is once to be resolved. Exchange me for a goat, when I shall turn the business of my soul to such exsufflicate and blown surmises, matching thy inference. ’Tis not to make me jealous, to say my wife is fair, feeds well, loves company, is free of speech, sings, plays, and dances well; where virtue is, these are more virtuous. Nor from mine own weak merits will I draw the smallest fear or doubt of her revolt; for she had eyes, and chose me. No, Iago; I’ll see before I doubt; when I doubt, prove; and on the proof, there is no more but this,—away at once with love or jealousy! |
| एमिलिया: कभी नहीं, मेरे स्वामी, कभी नहीं। | EMILIA: Never, my lord. |
| ओथेलो: मैं उसे बुलाऊँगा। | OTHELLO: I will have some proof. Her name, that was as fresh as Dian’s visage, is now begrimed and black as mine own face. If there be cords, or knives, poison, or fire, or suffocating streams, I’ll not endure it. Would I were satisfied! |
| एमिलिया: मैं उसे बुला लाती हूँ। | EMILIA: I will fetch her. |
| [एमिलिया बाहर जाती है] | [Exit EMILIA.] |
| [डेस्डेमोना प्रवेश करती है] | [Enter DESDEMONA.] |
| ओथेलो: तुम यहाँ आओ। | OTHELLO: You, mistress, that have the office opposite to Saint Peter, and keep the gate of hell! You, you, ay, you! |
| डेस्डेमोना: मेरे अच्छे स्वामी, क्या बात है? | DESDEMONA: Why do you weep? Am I the motive of these tears, my lord? If haply you my father do suspect an instrument of this your calling back, lay not your blame on me. If you have lost him, why, I have lost him too. |
| ओथेलो: तुम मेरे सामने आओ। | OTHELLO: Had it pleased heaven to try me with affliction, had they rained all kinds of sores and shames on my bare head, steeped me in poverty to the very lips, given to captivity me and my utmost hopes, I should have found in some place of my soul a drop of patience. But, alas, to make me a fixed figure for the time of scorn to point his slow unmoving finger at!—Yet could I bear that too, well, very well. But there, where I have garnered up my heart, where either I must live or bear no life, the fountain from the which my current runs, or else dries up—to be discarded thence! Or keep it as a cistern for foul toads to knot and gender in! Turn thy complexion there, patience, thou young and rose-lipped cherubin,—ay, there, look grim as hell! |
| डेस्डेमोना: मैं नहीं समझती, मेरे स्वामी। | DESDEMONA: I hope my noble lord esteems me honest. |
| ओथेलो: ओ, तुम हो! | OTHELLO: O, ay; as summer flies are in the shambles, that quicken even with blowing. O thou weed, who art so lovely fair and smell’st so sweet that the sense aches at thee, would thou hadst ne’er been born! |
| डेस्डेमोना: क्या मैंने कोई अपराध किया है, मेरे स्वामी? | DESDEMONA: Alas, what ignorant sin have I committed? |
| ओथेलो: क्या? क्या? तुमने कोई अपराध किया है? | OTHELLO: Was this fair paper, this most goodly book, made to write “whore” upon? What committed! Committed! O thou public commoner! I should make very forges of my cheeks, that would to cinders burn up modesty, did I but speak thy deeds. What committed! Heaven stops the nose at it, and the moon winks; the bawdy wind, that kisses all it meets, is hushed within the hollow mine of earth, and will not hear it. What committed! Impudent strumpet! |
| डेस्डेमोना: मेरे स्वामी, क्या? | DESDEMONA: By heaven, you do me wrong. |
| ओथेलो: क्या? क्या? | OTHELLO: Are not you a strumpet? |
| डेस्डेमोना: नहीं, जैसा मैं जीवित हूँ। | DESDEMONA: No, as I am a Christian. If to preserve this vessel for my lord from any other foul unlawful touch be not to be a strumpet, I am none. |
| ओथेलो: क्या तुम ईमानदार हो? | OTHELLO: What, not a whore? |
| डेस्डेमोना: नहीं, जैसा मैं यह आत्मा हूँ जो स्वर्ग में जाएगी। | DESDEMONA: No, as I shall be saved. |
| ओथेलो: यह सच नहीं है। | OTHELLO: Is’t possible? |
| डेस्डेमोना: ओ स्वर्ग! | DESDEMONA: O, heaven forgive us! |
| ओथेलो: मैं तुम्हें और नहीं जानता। ओ, तुम मेरी पत्नी हो, मेरी पत्नी हो! भगवान जानता है कि तुम मेरी पत्नी हो। तुम मेरे दिल की रग हो, और मैं तुम्हें छोड़ता हूँ। | OTHELLO: I cry you mercy, then; I took you for that cunning whore of Venice that married with Othello.—You, mistress, That have the office opposite to Saint Peter, And keep the gate of hell! You, you, ay, you! We have done our course; there’s money for your pains. I pray you, turn the key and keep our counsel. |
| [ओथेलो बाहर जाते हैं] | [Exit OTHELLO.] |
| डेस्डेमोना: ओ स्वर्ग, क्या मैंने कभी ऐसा किया है? | DESDEMONA: O good Iago, What shall I do to win my lord again? Good friend, go to him; for, by this light of heaven, I know not how I lost him. Here I kneel: If e’er my will did trespass ’gainst his love, Either in discourse of thought or actual deed, Or that mine eyes, mine ears, or any sense, Delighted them in any other form; Or that I do not yet, and ever did, And ever will—though he do shake me off To beggarly divorcement—love him dearly, Comfort forswear me! Unkindness may do much; And his unkindness may defeat my life, But never taint my love. I cannot say “whore.” It does abhor me now I speak the word; To do the act that might the addition earn Not the world’s mass of vanity could make me. |
| [एमिलिया और डेस्डेमोना बाहर जाती हैं] | [Exeunt EMILIA and DESDEMONA.] |
| [रॉडेरिगो और इआगो प्रवेश करते हैं] | [Enter RODERIGO and IAGO.] |
| रॉडेरिगो: मैं और अधिक सहन नहीं कर सकता, इआगो; मैं जाऊँगा। | RODERIGO: I do not find that thou dealest justly with me. |
| इआगो: क्या बात है? | IAGO: What in the contrary? |
| रॉडेरिगो: हर बात में। | RODERIGO: Every day thou doff’st me with some device, Iago; and rather, as it seems to me now, keep’st from me all conveniency than suppliest me with the least advantage of hope. I will indeed no longer endure it; nor am I yet persuaded to put up in peace what already I have foolishly suffered. |
| इआगो: तुम क्या चाहते हो? | IAGO: How poor are they that have not patience! What wound did ever heal but by degrees? Thou know’st we work by wit, and not by witchcraft; and wit depends on dilatory time. Does’t not go well? Cassio hath beaten thee, and thou, by that small hurt, hast cashiered Cassio. Though other things grow fair against the sun, yet fruits that blossom first will first be ripe. Content thyself awhile. By the mass, ’tis morning; pleasure and action make the hours seem short. Retire thee; go where thou art billeted. Away, I say; thou shalt know more hereafter. Nay, get thee gone. |
| [रॉडेरिगो बाहर जाता है] | [Exit RODERIGO.] |
| इआगो: दो चीजें और करनी हैं: मेरी पत्नी को उसके बिस्तर पर भेजना, ताकि वह डेस्डेमोना और ओथेलो के बीच की बात सुन सके; और खुद को कैसियो के पास भेजना, ताकि मैं उसे मार सकूं। | IAGO: Two things are to be done: My wife must move for Cassio to her mistress; I’ll set her on; Myself the while to draw the Moor apart, And bring him jump when he may Cassio find Soliciting his wife. Ay, that’s the way; Dull not device by coldness and delay. |
| [इआगो बाहर जाता है] | [Exit IAGO.] |
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Author: William Shakespeare | Source: https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/1793/pg1793.txt