Emil. Thou art rash as fire, to say Oth. Thy husband. Emil. That she was false to wedlock? Nay, had she been true, Ay, with Cassio. If heaven would make me such another world Of one entire and perfect chrysolite, I'd not have sold her for it. Emil. My husband? Oth. Ay, 'twas he that told me first; Emil. My husband? Oth. What needs this iterance, woman? I say, thy husband. Emil. O mistress, villany hath made mocks with My husband say, that she was false? [love! Oth. He, woman; I say, thy husband: Dost understand the word? My friend, thy husband, honest, honest lago. Emil. If he say so, may his pernicious soul Rot half a grain a day! he lies to the heart; She was too fond of her most filthy bargain. Oth. Ha! Emil. Do thy worst: This deed of thine is no more worthy heaven, Oth. Peace, you were best. Emil. Thou hast not half the power to do me harin, As I have to be hurt. O gull! O doll! As ignorant as dirt! thou hast done a deed,- Enter MONTANO, GRATIANO, and IAGO. Emil. Disprove this villain, if thou be'st a man : lago. I told him what I thought; and told no more Emil. You told a lie; an odious, damned lie; She false with Cassio!-Did you say, with Cassio? All. O heavens forfend! Emil. And your reports have set the murder on. Mon. O monstrous act! Emil. Villany, villany, villany!— I think upon't, I think, I smell't;-O villany! I thought so then ;-I'll kill myself for grief.O villany, villany! lago. What, are you mad? I charge you, get you home. Emil. Good gentlemen, let me have leave to speak; 'Tis proper I obey him, but not now: Perchance, Iago, I will ne'er go home. Oth. O! O! Ó! Emil. [Hanging over his Wife. Nay, lay thee down, and roar; For thou hast kill'd the sweetest innocent, your niece, Oth. O, she was foul!- [Rising. I scarce did know you, unele: There lies Whose breath, indeed, these hands have newly stopp'd: I know, this act shows horrible and grim. Gra. Poor Desdemona! I am glad thy father's dead; Thy match was mortal to him, and pure grief Oth. "Tis pitiful: but yet Iago knows, Emil. O heaven! O heavenly powers! Come, hold your peace. Emil. Twill out, 'twill out:-I hold my peace, sir? No, I will speak as liberal as the air; Let heaven, and men, and devils, let them all, All, all, cry shame against me, yet I'll speak. lago. Be wise, and get you home. Emil. Gra. I will not. [no; [lago offers to stab his Wife. Your sword upon a woman? Fie! [speak'st of, Emil. O thou dull Moor! that handkerchief thou 1 found by fortune, and did give my husband; For often, with a solemn earnestness (More than, indeed, belong'd to such a trifle), He begg'd of me to steal it. Iago. Villanous whore! Filth, thou liest. Emil. She gave it Cassio! no, alas; I found it, And I did give't my husband. Iago. Emil. By heaven, I do not; I do not, gentlemen: O murd'rous coxcomb! what should such a fool Do with so good a wife? [lago stabs Emil. then runs out. Oth. Are there no stones in heaven, But what serve for the thunder?-Precious villain! Gra. The woman falls; sure he has kill'd his wife. Emil. Ay, ay; 0, lay me by my mistress' side! Gra. He's gone; but his wife's kill'd. Mon. "Tis a notorious villain. Take you this weapon, Which I have here recover'd from the Moor: Come, guard the door without; let him not pass, But kill him rather; I'll after that same villain, For 'tis a damned slave. [Exeunt Mon. and Gra. Oth. I am not valiant neither, But every puny whipster gets my sword :But why should honour outlive honesty? go all. Let it What did thy song bode, lady? Oth. I have another weapon in this chamber, [Dies. 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 is the matter? Behold! I have a weapon; A better never did itself sustain Upon a soldier's thigh: I have seen the day, Now, how dost thou look now? O ill-starr'd wench! `And fiends will snatch at it. Cold, cold, my girl? O cursed, cursed slave?-Whip me, ye devils, Dead? O! O! O! Enter LODOVICO, MONTANO, CASS10, carried in a Lod. Where is this rash and most unfortunate man? Lod. Where is that viper? bring the villain forth. Oth. I look down towards his feet;-but that's a fable: If that thou be'st a devil, I cannot kill thee. [Othello wounds Iago. Lod. Wrench his sword from him. lago. I bleed, sir; but not kill'd. Oih. 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. Cas. Dear general, I never gave you cause. Gra. Torments will ope your lips. Oth. Well, thou dost best. Lod. Sir, you shall understand what hath befall'n, G |