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Bian. He supp'd at my house; but I there- Oth. Ay, I do. fore shake not.

Des. Then, heaven lago. O, did he so ? I charge you go with me. Have mercy on me ! Emil. Fye, fye upon thee, strumpet !

Oth. Amen, with all my heart ! Bian. I am no strumpet; but of life as honest, Des. If you say so, I hope you will not kill me. As you that thus abuse me.

Oth. Humph! Émil. As I? foh! fye upon thee !

Des. And yet I fear you;

for you are fatal then, Iago. Kind gentlemen, let's go see poor Cassio When your eyes roll so: Why I should fear, I dress'd :

know not, Come, mistress, you must tell us another tale. Since guiltiness I know not; but yet, I feel, I fear. Emilia, run you to the citadel,

Oth. Think on thy sins.
And tell my lord and lady what has happ'd.- Des. They are loves I bear to you.
Will you go on, I pray? This is the night, Oth. Ay, and for that thou diest.


Des. That death's unnatural, that kills for That either makes me, or fordoes me quite.

loving. -
[ Exeunt. Alas, why gnaw you so your nether lip?
Some bloody passion shakes your very

frame: SCENE II.-4 bed-chamber : DESDEMONA in These are portents; but yet I hope, I hope, bed asleep. A light burning.

They do not point on me.

Oth. Peace, and be still !

Des. I will so; What's the matter?
Oth. It is the cause, it is the cause, my soul, Oth. That handkerchief, which I so lov’d, and
Let me not name it to you, you chaste stars !
It is the cause. Yet I'll not shed her blood; Thou gav'st to Cassio.
Nor scar that whiter skin of hers than snow, Des. No, by my life and soul:
And smooth as monumental alabaster.

Şend for the man, and ask him.

[Takes off his sword. Oth. Sweet soul, take heed, Yet she must die, else she'll betray more men. Take heed of perjury; thou'rt on thy death-bed. Put out the light, and then put out the light: Des. Ay, but not yet to die. If I quench thee, thou flaming minister,

Oth. Yes, presently: I can again thy former light restore,

Therefore confess thee freely of thy sin; Should I repent me:—but once put out thine, For to deny each article with oath, Thou cunning'st pattern of excelling nature, Cannot remove, nor choke, the strong conception, I know not where is that Promethean heat, That I do groan withal. Thou art to die. That can thy light relume. When I have Des. Then, Lord have mercy on me! pluck'd thy rose,

Oth. I say, amen. I cannot give it vital growth again,

Des. And have you mercy too !- I never did It needs must wither: I'll smell it on the tree.- Offend you in my life: never lov'd Cassio,

[Kissing her. But with such general warranty of heaven O balmy breath, that dost almost persuade As I might love: I never gave him token. Justice to break her sword !-One more, one Oth. By heaven, I saw my handkerchief in his more.

hand. Be thus when thou art dead, and I will kill thee, O perjur'd woman! thou dost stone my heart, And love thee after :-One more, and this the And mak’st me call, what I intend to do,last:

A murder, which I thought a sacrifice : So sweet was ne'er so fatal. I must weep, I saw the handkerchief. But they are cruel tears: This sorrow's heavenly; Des. He found it then ; It strikes, where it doth love. She wakes- I never gave it him :-Send for him hither, Des. Who's there? Othello?

And let him confess a truth. Oth. Ay, Desdemona.

Oth. He hath confess'd.
Des. Will you come to bed, my lord ?

Des. What, my lord ?
Oth. Have you pray'd to-night, Desdemona ? Oth. That he hath-us'd thee.
Des. Ay, my lord.

Des. How? unlawfully?
Oth. If you bethink yourself of any crime,

Oth. Ay. Unreconcil'd as yet to heaven and grace,

Des. He'll not say so. Solicit for it straight.

Oth. No, his mouth is stopp'd: Des. Alas, my lord, what may you mean by Honest Iago hath ta'en order for’t. that?

Des. My fear interprets then,--What, is he Oth. Well, do it, and be brief ; I will walk by: dead ? I would not kill thy unprepared spirit;

Oth. Had all his hairs been lives, my great No,-Heaven forefend !—I would not kill thy revenge soul.

Had stomach for them all. Des. Talk you of killing ?

Des. Alas! he is betray'd, and I undone.

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Oth. Out, strumpet ! Weep'st thou for him to Oth. That! what?

Emil.Out, and alas ! that was my lady's voice:Des. 0, banish me, my lord, but kill me not. Help! help! ho! help!-0 lady, speak again! Oth. Down, strumpet !

Sweet Desdemona! 0, sweet mistress, speak! Des. Kill me to-morrow, let me live to-night. Des. A guiltless death I die. Oth. Nay, if you strive,

Emil. 0, who hath done Des. But half an hour.

This deed ? Oth. Being done,

Des. Nobody; I myself; farewell : There is no pause.

Commend me to my kind lord ; 0, farewell. Des. But while I say one prayer.

[ Dies. Oth. It is too late. [He smothers her. Oth. Why, how should she be murder'à ? Emil. [Within.) My lord, my lord ! what Emil. Alas, who knows?

lord ! my
lord !

Oth. You heard her say herself, it was not I. Oth. What noise is this ?--Not dead ! not yet Emil. She said so; I must needs report the quite dead?

truth. 1, that am cruel, am yet merciful;

Oth. She's, like a liar, gone to burning hell ;
I would not have thee linger in thy pain.- 'Twas I that kill'd her.
So, so.

Emil. O, the more angel she,
Emil. (Within.] What ho! my lord, my lord! And you the blacker devil !
Oth. Who's there?

Oth. She turn’d to folly, and she was a whore. Emil. [Within.] 0, good my lord, I would Emil. Thou dost belie her, and thou art a devil. speak a word with you.

Oth. She was false as water. Olh. Yes ;—'tis Emilia :-—by and by.—She's Emil. Thou art rash as fire, to say dead.

That she was false; 0, she was heavenly true! 'Tis like she comes to speak of Cassio's death; Oth. Cassio did tup her : ask thy husband else. The noise was high.-Ha! no more moving ? 0, I were damn'd beneath all depth in hell, Still as the grave. Shall she come in? Were't But that I did proceed upon just grounds good?

To this extremity: Thy husband knew it all. I think, she stirs again:-No.- What's the best? Emil. My husband ? If she come in, she'll sure speak to my wife: Oth. Thy husband. My wife! my wife ! what wife?-I have no wife: Emil. That she was false to wedlock ? 0, insupportable ! O heavy hour!

Oth. Ay, with Cassio. Methinks it should be now a huge eclipse Nay, had she been true, Of sun and moon; and that the affrighted globe If heaven would make me such another world Should yawn at alteration.

Of one entire and perfect chrysolite, Emil. [Within.] I do beseech you, I may I'd not have sold her for it. speak with you,

Emil. My husband ? 0, good iny lord !

Oth. Ay, 'twas he that told me first; Oth. I had forgot thee: 0, come in, Emilia : An honest man he is, and hates the slime Soft,—by and by:-Let me the curtains draw. That sticks on filthy deeds. Where art thou? What's the matter with thee Emil. My husband ? now? [Unlocks the door. Oth. What needs this iterance, woman? I say,

thy husband. Enter EMILIA.

Emil. O mistress, villainy hath made mocks Émil. O, good my lord, yonder's foul murder with love ! done.

My husband say, that she was false? Oth. What? now?

Oth. He, woman ; Emil. But now, my lord !

I say, thy husband : Dost understand the word? Oth. It is the very error of the moon ; My friend, thy husband, honest, honest lago. She comes more near the earth than she was wont; Emil. If he say so, may his pernicious soul And makes men mad.

Rot half a grain a day! he lies to the heart; Emil. Cassio, my lord, has kill'd a young Ve- She was too fond of her most filthy bargain. netian,

Oth. Ha! Call'd-Roderigo.

Emil. Do thy worst ; Oth. Roderigo killa !

This deed of thine is no more worthy heaven, And Cassio kill'd ?

Than thou wast worthy her. Emil. No, Cassio is not kill'd.

Oth. Peace, you were best. Oth. Not Cassio kill'd? Then murder's out of Emil

. Thou hast not half the power to do me tune,

harm, And sweet revenge grows harsh.

As I have to be hurt. Ogull ! O dolt ! Des. O, falsely, falsely murder'd !

As ignorant as dirt ! thou hast done a deed, Emil. Alas! what cry is that?

I care not for thy sword; I'll make thee known,

sir ? no;

no more


Though I lost twenty lives :-Help! help, ho! That she with Cassio hath the act of shame help!

A thousand times committed: Cassio confess’d it: The Moor has kill'd my mistress : Murder ! And she did gratify his amorous works murder!

With that recognizance and pledge of love,

Which I first gave her ; I saw it in his hand ; Enter MONTANO, GRATIANO, and Iago.

It was a handkerchief, an antique token
Mon. What is the matter!-How now,general? My father gave my mother.
Emil. O, are you come, Iago? you have done Emil. O heaven! O heavenly powers !

Iago. Come, hold your peace.
That men must lay their murders on your neck. Emil.'Twill out, 'twill out;-I hold my peace,

Gra. What is the matter?

Emil. Disprove this villain, if thou be'st a man: No, I will speak as liberal as the air ; He says, thou told'st him that his wife was false : Let heaven, and men, and devils, let them all, I know, thou didst not, thou’rt not such a villain; All, all, cry shame against me, yet I'll speak. Speak, for my heart is full.

Iago. Be wise, and get you home.
Iago. I told him what I thought; and told Emil. I will not. [iago offers to stab his wife.

Gra. Fye!
Than what he found himself was apt and true. Your sword upon a woman?

Emil. But did you ever tell him, she was false? Emil. O thou dull Moor! that handkerchief
Iago. I did.

thou speak'st of, Emil. You told a lie; an odious, damned lie; I found by fortune, and did give my husband; Upon my soul, a lie; a wicked lie:

For often, with a solemn earnestness, She false with Cassio !-Did you say with Cassio? (More than, indeed, belong’d to such a trifle,) Iago. With Cassio, mistress : Go to, charm He begg’d of me to steal it. your tongue.

Iago. Villainous whore ! Emil. I will not charm my tongue ; I am Emil. She give it Cassio ! no, alas ; I found it, bound to speak;

And I did give't my husband. My mistress here lies murder'd in her bed.

Iago. Filth, thou liest. Au. O heavens forefend !

Emil. By heaven, I donot; I do not, gentlemen: Emil. And your reports have set the murderon. O murd'rous coxcomb! what should such a fool Oth. Nay, stare not, masters; it is true, indeed. Do with so good a wife? Gra. 'Tis a strange truth.

[Iago stabs Emilia, then runs out. Mon. O monstrous act !

Oth. Are there no stones in heaven, Emil. Villainy, villainy, villainy!

But what serve for the thunder? -Precious vil. I think upon't, -I think,-I smell’t ;-0 vil

lain ! lainy!

Gra. The woman falls; sure, he has kill’d his I thought so then ;-—I'll kill myself for grief.- wife. 0,villainy, villainy !


. Ay, ay ; 0, lay me by my mistress’ side! Iago. What, are you mad ? I charge you, get Gra, He's gone, but his wife's kill'd.

Man. 'Tis a notorious villain. Take

you this Emil. Good gentlemen, let me have leave to

weapon, speak;

Which I have here recover'd from the Moor: ?Tis proper I obey him, but not now:- Come, guard the door without; let him not pass, Perchance, lago, I will ne'er go home.

But kill him rather ; I'll after that same villain, Oth. 0! 0! 0! [Hanging over his wife. For 'tis a damned slave. Emil. Nay, lay thee down, and roar;

[Exeunt Montano and Gratiano. For thou hast kill'd the sweetest innocent, Oth. I am not valiant neither, That e'er did lift up eye.

But every puny whipster gets my sword :Oth. 0, she was foul !

[Rising. But why should honour outlive honesty ? I scarce did know you, uncle: There lies your Let it go all. niece,

Emil. What did thy song bode, lady? Whose breath, indeed, these hands have newly Hark, can’st thou hear me? I will play the swan, stopp’d:

And die in music ;-Willow, willow, willow, I know, this act shows horrible and grim. Moor, she was chaste; she lov'd thee, cruel Moor; Gra. Poor Desdemona! I am glad thy father's So come my soul to bliss, as I speak true ; dead;

So speaking as I think, I die,-1 die.

Dies. Thy match was mortal to him, and pure grief Oth. I have another weapon in this chamber, Shore his old thread in twain: did he live now, It is a sword of Spain, the ice-brook's temper; This sight would make him do a desperate turn, O, here it is :—Uncle, I must come forth. Yea, curse his better angel from his side, Gra. [Within.] If thou attempt it, it will And fall to reprobation.

cost thee dear; Oth. 'Tis pitiful: but yet Iago knows, Thou hast no weaj on, and perforce must suffer.

you home.


you know:

Oth. Look in upon me then, and speak with Will you, I pray you, demand that demi-devil, me,

Why he hath thus ensnar'd my soul and body? Or, naked as I am, I will assault thee.

Iago. Demand me nothing: 'What you know, Re-enter GRATIANO.

From this time forth I never will speak word. Gra. What is the matter?

Lod. What? not to pray? Oth. Behold! I have a weapon ;

Gra. Torments will ope your lips. A better never did itself sustain

Oth. Well, thou dost best. Upon a soldier's thigh: I have seen the day, Lod. Sir, you shall understand what hath That, with this little arm, and this good sword, befall’n, I have made my way through more impediments Which, as I think, you know not: Here is a Than twenty times your stop :-But, О vain letter, boast!

Found in the pocket of the slain Roderigo; Who can control his fate? 'tis not so now. And here, another : the one of them imports Be not afraid, though you do see me weapon'd; The death of Cassio to be undertook Here is my journey's end, here is my butt, By Roderigo. And very sea-mark of my utmost sail.

Oth. O villain ! Do you go back dismay'd ? 'tis a lost fear ; Cas. Most heathenish, and most gross ! Man but a rush against Othello's breast,

Lod. Now here's another discontented paper, And he retires ;—where should Othello go? Found in his pocket too; and this, it seems, Now, how dost thou look now? O ill-starr'd Roderigomeant to have sent this damned villain; wench!

But that, belike, Iago in the interim Pale as thy smock! when we shall meet at compt, Came in and satisfied him. This look of thine will hurl my soul from heaven, Oth. O the pernicious caitiff! And fiends will snatch at it. Cold, cold, my girl? How came you, Cassio, by that handkerchief Even like thy chastity.-

That was my wife's ? O cursed, cursed slave !-Whip me, ye devils, Cas. I found it in my chamber : Fom the possession of this heavenly sight! And he himself confess'd, but even now, Blow me about in winds ! roast me in sulphur! That there he dropp'd it, for a special purpose, Wash me in steep-down gulfs of liquid fire !~ Which wrought to his desire. O Desdemona ! Desdemona ! dead

Oth. O fool! fool! fool! Dead ? 0!0!0!

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

How he upbraids Iago, that he made him Enter Lodovico, MONTANO, Cassio carried Brave me upon the watch; whereon it came in a chair, and Officers, with Iago, prisoner.

That I was cast : And even but now he spake,

After long seeming dead,—Iago hurt him, Lod. Where is this rash and most unfortu- Iago set him on. nate man?

Lod. You must forsake this room, and go Oth. That's he, that was Othello ; here I am.

with us; Lod. Where is that viper ? bring the villain Your power and your command is taken off, forth.

And Cassio rules in Cyprus. For this slave, Oth. I look down towards his feet ;-but If there be any cunning cruelty, that's a fable :

That can torment him much, and hold him long, If that thou be'st a devil, I cannot kill thee. It shall be his : You shall close prisoner rest,

[Othello wounds Iago. Till that the nature of your fault be known Lod. Wrench his sword from him.

To the Venetian state :--Come, bring him away. lago. I bleed, sir ; but not kill’d.

Oth. Soft you ; a word or two, before you go. oth. I am not sorry neither ; I'd have thee I have done the state some service, and they live;

know it; For, in my sense, 'tis happiness to die. No more of that :- I pray you, in your letters,

Lod. O'thou Othello, that was once so good, When you shall these unlucky deeds relate, Fall’n in the practice of a cursed slave, Speak of me as I am; nothing extenuate, What shall be said to thee?

Nor set down aught in malice: then must you Oth. Why, any thing:

speak An honourable murderer, if you will ; Of one, that lov'd not wisely, but too well; For nought I did in hate, but all in honour. Of one, not easily jealous, but, being wrought, Lod. This wretch hath part confess’d his vil- Perplex'd in the extreme; of one, whose hand, lainy:

Like the base Júdean, threw a pearl away, Did you and he consent in Cassio's death? Richer than all his tribe; of one, whose subOth. Ay.

du'd eyes, Cas. Dear general, I never gave you cause. Albeit unused to the melting mood, Oth. I do believe it, and I ask your pardon. Drop tears as fast as the Arabian trees

Their medicínal gum: Set you down this : Lod. O Spartan dog,
And say, besides,—that in Aleppo once, More fell than anguish, hunger, or the sea !
Where a malignant and a turban'a Turk Look on the tragic loading of this bed ;
Beat a Venetian, and traduc'd the state,

[To Iago.
I took by the throat the circumcised dog, This is thy work: the object poisons sight;
And smote him—thus. [Stabs himself. Let it be hid.-Gratiano, keep the house,
Lod. O bloody period !

And seize upon the fortunes of the Moor, Gra. All, that's spoke, is marr’d.

For they succeed to you.—To you, lord governor, Oth. I kiss'd thee, ere Í killa thee ;-No way Remains the censure of this hellish villain ; but this,

[Falling upon Desdemona. The time, the place, the torture,- enforcé it! Killing myself, to die upon a kíss. [Dies. Myself will straight aboard; and, to the state, Cas. This did I fear, but thought he had no This heavy act with heavy heart relate. weapon,

[Ereunt. For he was great of heart.


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