Which I first gave her; I saw it in his hand; It was a handkerchief, an antique token My father gave my mother. Emil. O heaven! O heavenly powers! Iago. Come, hold your peace. Emil. "Twill out, 'twill out;-I hold my peace, Sir? no; 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. Emil. I will not. Gra. Fie! Your sword upon a woman? [IAGO offers to stab his Wife. Emil. O thou dull Moor! that handkerchief thou speak'st of I found by fortune, and did give my husband; For often, with a solemn earnestness (More than, indeed, belonged to such a trifle), He begg'd of me to steal it. Iago. Villanous whore ! Emil. She gave it Cassio! no, alas; I found it, And I did give 't my husband. Iago. Filth, thou liest. Emil. By heaven, I do not; I do not, gentlemen; [IAGO stabs EMILIA, then runs out. Oth. Are there no stones in heaven, But what serve for the thunder ?-Precious villain ! 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 MONTANO and GRATIANO. Oth. I am not valiant neither, But every puny whipster gets my sword:- Emil. What did thy song bode, lady? Hark, canst thou hear me? I will play the swan, Moor, she was chaste; she loved thee, cruel Moor; So speaking as I think, I die,-I die. 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. * Free. [Dies. + Hardened by being put red-hot into very cold water. Re-enter GRATIANO. Gra. What's the matter? Oth. Behold, I have a weapon; Upon a soldier's thigh: I have seen the day, Now, how dost thou look now? O ill-starr'd wench! O cursed, cursed slave!-Whip me, ye devils, Dead? O! O! O! Enter LODOVICO, MONTANO, CASSIO, carried in a Chair, and 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; t-but that's a fable: If that thou be'st a devil, I cannot kill thee. Lod. Wrench his sword from him. [OTHELLO wounds IAGO. 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, Fallen in the practice of a cursed slave, What shall be said to thee? Oth. Why, anything: 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 cause. Oth. I do believe it, and I ask your pardon. Will you, I pray you, demand that demi-devil, Why he hath thus ensnared my soul and body? * Account. † To see if his feet be cloven. By the stratagem. Iago. 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, By Roderigo. Oth. O villain! Cas. Most heathenish, and most gross! Lod. Now here's another discontented paper, Found in his pocket too; and this, it seems, Roderigo meant to have sent this damned villain; Came in and satisfied him. Oth. O the pernicious caitiff! How came you, Cassio, by that handkerchief Cas. I found it in my chamber: And he himself confess'd, but even now, Oth. O fool! fool! fool! Cas. There is, besides, in Roderigo's letter, How he upbraids Iago, that he made him Iago set him on. Lod. You must forsake this room, and go with us; Your power and your command is taken off, If there be any cunning cruelty, That can torment him much, and hold him long, I have done the state some service, and they know it; Nor set down aught in malice: then must you speak Of one, not easily jealous, but, being wrought, Perplex'd in the extreme; of one, whose hand, Richer than all his tribe; of one, whose subdued eyes, Drop tears as fast as the Arabian trees Their medicínal gum: Set you down this: Lod. O bloody period! Gra. All, that's spoke, is marr'd. [Stabs himself. Oth. I kiss'd thee, ere I kill'd thee;-No way but this. Killing myself, to die upon a kiss. [Falling upon DESDEMONA. 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! This is thy work: the object poisons sight;- * Judgment. [Dies. [To IAGO. [Exeunt. |