Bian. Alas, he faints :-O Cassio! Cassio!

Cassio!

Iago. Gentlemen all, I do suspect this trash To be a party in this injury.

Patience awhile, good Cassio.-Come, come; Lend me a light.-Know we this face, or no? Alas! my friend, and my dear countryman, Roderigo? no:-Yes, sure; O heaven, Roderigo.

Gra. What, of Venice?

Iago. Even he, Sir; did you know him? Gra. Know him? ay. lago. Signior Gratiano? I cry you gentle pardon; [ners, These bloody accidents must excuse my manThat so neglected you.

Gra. I am glad to see you.

lago. How do you, Cassio?-O, a chair, a chair!

Gra. Roderigo! Iago. He, he, 'tis he:-0, that's well said; -the chair:— [A Chair brought in. Some good man bear him carefully from hence; I'll fetch the general's surgeon.-For you, mistress, [TO BIANCA. Save you your labour. He that lies slain here, Cassio,

Was my dear friend: What malice was between you?

Cas. None in the world; nor do I know the

Emil. 'Las, what's the matter; what s the matter, husband?

Iago. Cassio hath here been set on in the dark,

By Roderigo, and fellows that are scap'd;
He's almost slain, and Roderigo dead.

Emil. las, good gentleman! alas, good
Cassio!

Iago. This is the fruit of whoring.-Pr'ythee, Emilia,

Go know of Cassio where he supp'd tonight:

What, do you shake at that?

Bian. He supp'd at my house, but I therefore shake not.

Iago. O, did he so? I charge you, go with

me.

So sweet was ne'er so fatal. I must weep, But they are cruel tears: This sorrow's heavenly;

It strikes, where it doth love.-She wakes

Des. Who's there? Othello?

Oth. Ay, Desdemona.

Des. Will you come to bed, my lord?
Oth. Have you pray'd to-night, Desdemona?
Des. Ay, my lord.

Oth. If you bethink yourself of any crime, Unreconcil'd as yet to heaven and grace, Solicit for it straight.

Des. Alas, my lord, what may you mean by

that?

Oth. Well, do it, and be brief; I will walk by:

I would not kill thy unprepared spirit;
No,-Heaven forfend !t-I would not kill thy

soul.

Since guiltiness I know not; but yet, I feel, I fear.

Oth. Think on thy sins.

Des. They are loves I bear to you.
Oth. Ay, and for that thou diest.

Des. That death's unnatural, that kills for

loving.

Alas, why gnaw you so your nether lip? These are portents; but yet, I hope, I hope, Some bloody passion shakes your very frame:

They do not point on me.

Oth. Peace, and be still!
Des. I will so: What's the matter?

Oth. That handkerchief, which I so lov'd, and gave thee,

Thou gav'st to Cassio.

Des. No, by my life and soul; Send for the man, and ask him. Oth. Sweet soul, take heed,

[bed.

Take heed of perjury; thou'rt on thy death-
Des. Ay, but not yet to die.
Oth. Yes, presently:

Therefore confess thee freely of thy sin;
For to deny each article with oath, [tion,
Cannot remove, nor choke, the strong concep-
That I do groan withal. Thou art to die.
Des. Then, Lord have mercy on me!
Oth. I say, amen.

Des. 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.
Oth. By heaven, I saw my handkerchief in
his hand.

O perjur'd woman! thou dost stone my heart,
And mak'st me call, what I intend to do,-
A murder, which I thought a sacrifice:*
I saw the handkerchief.

Des. He found it then;

I never gave it him :-Send for him hither, And let him confess a truth.

Oth. He hath confess'd.

Des. What, my lord?

Oth. That he hath-us'd thee.

Des. How? unlawfully?

Oth. Ay.

Des. He'll not say so.

Oth. No, his mouth is stopp'd;

Honest Iago hath ta'en order for't.t

Des. My fear interprets then,-What, is he dead?

Oth. Had all his hairs been lives, my great

Still as the grave. Shall she come in? Were't
good?
[best!
I think, she stirs again:-No.-What's the
If she come in, she'll sure speak to my wife :
My wife! my wife! what wife?-I have no
wife:

O, insupportable! O heavy hour!
Methinks it should be now a huge eclipse
Of sun and moon; and that the affrighted
Should yawn at alteration.
Iglobe
Emil. [Within.] I do beseech you I may
speak with you,

O, good my lord!

Oth. I had forgot thee: 0, come in, Emilia:[draw.Soft,-by and by:-Let me the curtains Where art thou? What's the matter with thee now? [Unlocks the door.

Oth. That! what?

Help! help, ho! help!-O lady, speak again!
Sweet Desdemona! O, sweet mistress, speak!
Des. A guiltless death I die.
Emil. O, who hath done

This deed?

Des. Nobody; I myself; farewell: Commend me to my kind lord; O, farewell.

[Dies.

Oth. Why, how should she be murder'd?
Emil. Alas, who knows?

Oth. You heard her say herself, it was not L
Emil. She said so; I must needs report the

truth.

Oth. She's, like a liar, gone to burning hell; 'Twas I that kill'd her.

Emil. O, the more angel she, And you the blacker devil!

Oth. She turn'd to folly, and she was a whore.

Emil. Thou dost belie her, and thou art a devil.

Oth. She was false as water.

Emil. Thou art rash as fire, to say

That she was false; O, she was heavenly true! Oth. Cassio did tup her; ask thy husband

else.

O, I were damn'd beneath all depth in hell,
But that I did proceed upon just grounds
To this extremity; Thy husband knew it ail.
Emil. My husband?
Oth. Thy husband.

Emil. That she was false to wedlock?
Nay, had she been true,
Oth. Ay, with Cassio.

If heaven would make me such another wOIL

But kill him rather; I'll after that same villain,

For 'tis a damned slave.

[Exeunt MONTANO and GRATIANO. Oth. I am not valiant neither, But every puny whipster gets my sword :But why should honour outlive honesty? Let it go all.

Emil. What did thy song bode, lady? Hark, canst thou hear me? I will play the

swan,

And die in music;-Willow, willow, willow.-
Moor, she was chaste; she lov'd thee, cruel
Moor;

So come my soul to bliss, as I speak true;
So speaking as I think, I die,-I die.

[Dies. Oth. I have another weapon in this chamber, It is a sword of Spain, the ice-brook's temper;*

O, here it is:-Uncle, I must come forth.

Gra. [Within.] If thou attempt it, it will cost thee dear;

Thou hast no weapon, and perforce must suffer. Oth. Look in upon me then, and speak with me,

Or, naked as I am, I will assault thee.

Re-enter GRATIANO.

Gra. What's the matter?

Oth. Behold! I have a weapon;

A better never did itself sustain

Upon a soldier's thigh: I have seen the day, That, with this little arm, and this good sword,

Oth. I am not sorry neither; I'd have thee live;

For, in my sense, 'tis happiness to die.
Lod. O thou Othello, that was once so good,
Fall'n in the practice of a cursed slave,
What shall be said to thee?

Oth. Why, any thing:

An honourable murderer, if you will;
For nought I did in hate, but all in honour.
Lod, This wretch hath in part confess'd his
villany:

Did you and he consent in Cassio's death?
Oth. Ay.

Cas. Dear general, I never gave you canse. Oth. I do believe it, and I ask your pardon. Will you, I pray you, demand that demi-devil, Why he hath thus ensnar'd my soul and body! lugo. Demand me nothing: What you know,

you know:

From this time forth I never will speak word.
Lod. What? not to pray?

Gra. Torments will ope your lips.
Oth. Well, thou dost best.

Lod. Sir, you shall understand what hath befall'n,

Which, as I think, you know not: Here is a letter,

Found in the pocket of the slain Roderigo;
And here, another: the one of them imports
The death of Cassio to be undertook
By Roderigo.

Oth. O villain!

Cas. Most heathenish, and most gross!
Lod. Now here's another discontented paper,

ments

Than twenty times your stop:-But, O vain

boast!

Who can control his fate? 'tis not so now.→→
Be not afraid, though you do see me weapon'd;
Here is my journey's end, here is my butt,
And very sea-mark of my utmost sail.
Do you go back dismay'd? 'tis a lost fear;
Man but a rush against Othello's breast,
And he retires-Where should Othello go?
Now, how dost thou look now? O ill-starr'd

wench!

Pale as thy smock! when we shall meet at compt,+ [ven,

This look of thine will hurl my soul from heaAnd fiends will snatch at it. Cold, cold, my girl?

Even like thy chastity.

O cursed, cursed slave!-Whip me, ye devils,
From the possession of this heavenly sight!
Blow me about in winds! roast me in sulphur!
Wash me in steep-down gulfs of liquid fire!—
O Desdemona! Desdemona! dead?
Dead? O! O! O!

Enter LODOVICO, MONTANO, CASSIO, carried in a Chair, and Officers, with IAGO, prisoner. Lod. Where is this rash and most unfortunate man?

Oth. That's he, that was Othello; here I

am.

Lod. Where is that viper? bring the villain forth.

Oth. I look down towards his feet;t-but

that's a fable:

ff that thou be'st a devil, I cannot kill thee. [OTHELLO wounds IAGO. Lod. Wrench his sword from him. Jago. I bleed, Sir; but not kill'd.

Roderigo meant to have sent this damned villain;

But that, belike, Iago in the interim
Came in and satisfied him.

Oth. O the pernicious caitiff!—
How came you, Cassio, by that handkerchief
That was my wife's?

Cas. I found it in my chamber: And he himself confess'd, but even now, That there he dropp'd it, for a special purpose, Which wrought to his desire.

Oth. O fool! fool! fool!

Cas. There is, besides, in Roderigo's let

Water.

Arount.

1 To see if his feet be cloven.

By the stratagem.

Of one, not easily jealous, but, being wrought,
Perplex'd in the extreme; of one, whose hand,
Like the base Júdean, threw a pearl away,
Richer than all his tribe; of one, whose sub-
du'd eyes,

Albeit unused to the melting mood,
Drop tears as fast as the Arabian trees
Their medicínal gum: Set you down this:
And say, besides,-that in Aleppo once,
Where a malignant and a turban'd Turk
Beat a Venetian, and traduc'd the state,
I took by the throat the circumcised dog,
And smote him-thus.

[Stabs himself.

Lod. O bloody period! Gra. All, that's spoke, is marr'd. Oth. I kiss'd thee, ere I kill'd thee;-No way but this, [Falling upon DESDEMONA Killing myself, to die upon a kiss. [Dies

Cas. This did I fear, but thought he had no

weapon;

For he was great of heart.

Lod. O Spartan dog,

More fell than anguish, hunger, or the sea!
Look on the tragic loading of this bed;

[To IAGO. This is thy work: the object poisons sight;Let it be hid.-Gratiano, keep the house, And seize upon the fortunes of the Moor, For they succeed to you.-To you, lord gover nor,

Remains the censure of this hellish villain; The time, the place, the torture,-O enforce it!

Myself will straight aboard; and, to the state, This heavy act with heavy heart relate.

» Judgment.

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