Shore his old thread in twain: did he live now, Oth. 'Tis pitiful: but yet Iago knows, With that recognizance and pledge of love My father gave my mother. Emil. O heaven! O heavenly powers! Jago. 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. lago. Be wise, and get you home. Emil. I will not. Gra. Fye! 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, belong'd to such a trifle,) He begg'd of me to steal it. Iago. Villanous whore ! Emil. She give it Cassio! no, alas; I found it, And I did give't my husband. lago. Filth, thou liest. 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? [IAGO stabs EMI. then runs out. But what serve for the thunder ?-Precious villain! Mont. 'Tis a notorious villain. Take you this weapon, For 'tis a damned slave. [Exeunt MoN. and GRA. Oth. I am not valiant neither, Emil. What did thy song bode, lady? Hark, can'st thou hear me? I will play the swan, Moor, she was chaste; she lov'd 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 ;9 O, here it is :—Uncle, I must come forth. [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? Oth. 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! O cursed, cursed slave !-Whip me, ye devils, [9] See Illustrations, Vol. X. 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;' 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. 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 part confess'd his villany. Did you and he consent in Cassio's death? Oth. Ay. Cas. Dear general, I never gave you cause. Why he hath thus ensnar'd my soul and body? 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, 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, Found in his pocket too; and this, it seems, [1] To see if, according to the common opinion, his feet be cloven. JOHNSON. Roderigo meant to have sent this damned villain But that, belike, Iago in the interim 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,- ; Lod. You must forsake this room, and go with us; 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 Richer than all his tribe; of one, whose subdu'd eyes Drop tears as fast as the Arabian trees Their medicínal gum: Set you down this: 14 I took by the throat the circumcised dog, And smote him-thus. 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, [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; This is thy work: the object poisons sight ;- [TO IAGO. For they succeed to you.-To you, lord governor, [Exeunt. |