Emil. Nor I neither by this heavenly light; I might do't as well i' the dark. Des. Wouldst thou do such a deed for all the world? Emil. The world is a huge thing: "Tis a great price For a small vice. Des. Good troth, I think thou wouldst not. Emil. By my troth, I think I should; and undo't, when I had done. Marry, I would not do such a thing for a joint-ring; nor for measures of lawn; nor for gowns, petticoats, nor caps, nor any petty exhibition: but, for the whole world, -Why, who would not make her husband a cuckold, to make him a monarch? I should venture purgatory for't. Des. Beshrew me, if I would do such a wrong for the whole world. Emil. Why, the wrong is but a wrong i' the world; and, having the world for your labour, 'tis a wrong in your own world, and you might quickly make it right. Des. I do not think there is any such woman. Emil. Yes, a dozen; and as many To the vantage, as would store the world they play'd for. If wives do fall: Say, that they slack their duties, Or else break out in peevish jealousies, Throwing restraint upon us; or, say they strike us, Why, we have galls; and though we have some grace, The ills we do, their ills instruct us to. Des. Good night, good night: Heaven me such usage send, Not to pick bad from bad; but, by bad, mend! ACT V. SCENE I-A Street. Enter IAGO and RODERIGO. [Exeunt. Iago. Here, stand behind this bulk; straight will he come: Wear thy good rapier bare, and put it home; Quick, quick; fear nothing; I'll be at thy elbow: It makes us, or it mars us; think on that, And fix most firm thy resolution. *Our former allowance of expense. + Sensation. Rod. Be near at hand; I may miscarry in't. Iago. Here, at thy hand; be bold, and take thy sword. [Retires to a little distance. Rod. I have no great devotion to the deed; And yet he has given me satisfying reasons:"Tis but a man gone:-forth, my sword; he dies. [Goes to his stand. Iago. I have rubb'd this young quat* almost to the sense,† And he grows angry. Now, whether he kill Cassio, Or Cassio him, or each do kill the other, Every way makes my gain: Live Roderigo, He calls me to a restitution large Of gold, and jewels, that I bobb'd from him, It must not be: if Cassio do remain, He hath a daily beauty in his life, That makes me ugly; and, besides, the Moor May unfold me to him; there stand I in much peril : No, he must die:-But so, I hear him coming. Enter CASSIO. Rod. I know his gait, 'tis he;-Villain, thou diest. [Rushes from his post, and makes a pass at CASSIO. Cas. That thrust had been my enemy indeed, But that my coat is better than thou think'st; I will make proof of thine. [Draws and wounds RODERIGO. [IAGO rushes from his post, cuts CASSIO behind in the leg, and exit. Cas. I am maim'd for ever:-Help, ho! murder! murder! Enter OTHELLO, at a distance. Oth. The voice of Cassio:-Iago keeps his word. Oth. Hark! 'tis even so. Cas. O, help! ho! light! a surgeon! [Falls. Oth. 'Tis he:-O brave Iago, honest, and just, That hast such noble sense of thy friend's wrong! Thou teachest me,-Minion, your dear lies dead, And your fate hies apace :-Strumpet, I come: Forth of my heart those charms, thine eyes, are blotted; Thy bed, lust-stain'd, shall with lust's blood be spotted. [Exit OTHELLO. Enter LODOVICO and GRATIANO, at a distance. Cas. What, ho! no watch? no passage? § murder! murder! Gra. 'Tis some mischance; the cry is very direful. Cas. O, help! Lod. Hark! Rod. O wretched villain ! Lod. Two or three groans;-it is a heavy || night: * Pimple. + To the quick. + Fished. Passengers. Thick, cloudy. These may be counterfeits; let's think't unsafe Rod. Nobody come? then shall I bleed to death. Lod. Hark! Enter IAGO, with a Light. Gra. Here's one comes in his shirt, with light and weapons. Iago. Who's there? whose noise is this, that cries on murder? Lod. We do not know. Iago. Did you not hear a cry? Cas. Here, here; for heaven's sake, help me. Iago. What's the matter? Gra. This is Othello's ancient, as I take it. Lod. The same, indeed; a very valiant fellow. Iago. What are you here that cry so grievously? Give me some help. Iago. O me, lieutenant! what villains have done this? And cannot make away. Iago. O treacherous villains! What are you there? come in, and give some help. Rod. O, help me here. Cas. That's one of them. [To LODOVICO and GRATIANO. Iago. O murderous slave! O villain! [IAGO stabs RODERIGO. Rod. O damn'd Iago! O inhuman dog! O! O! O! Iago. Kill men i' the dark ?-Where be these bloody thieves? How silent is this town!-Ho! murder! murder! What may you be? are you of good, or evil? Lod. As you shall prove us, praise us. Iago. Signior Lodovico? Lod. He, Sir. Iago. I cry you mercy; Here's Cassio hurt By villains. Gra. Cassio! Iago. How is it, brother? Cas. My leg is cut in two. Iago. Marry, heaven forbid ! Light, gentlemen; I'll bind it with my shirt. Enter BIANCA. Bian. What is the matter, ho? who is't that cried? Bian. O my dear Cassio! my sweet Cassio! O Cassio! Cassio! Cassio! Iago. O notable strumpet !-Cassio, may you suspect Who they should be, that have thus mangled you? Cas. No. Gra. I am sorry, to find you thus: I have been to seek you. Iago. Lend me a garter: So.-O, for a chair, To bear him easily hence! Bian. Alas, he faints:-O Cassio! Cassio! Cassio! Iago. Gentlemen all, I do suspect this trash Patience awhile, good Cassio.-Come, come; Iago. Even he, Sir; did you know him? Iago. Signior Gratiano? I cry you gentle pardon; Gra. I am glad to see you. Iago. How do you, Cassio ?-O, a chair, a chair! Gra. Roderigo! Iago. He, he, 'tis he:-O, 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. Was my dear friend: What malice was between you? Cas. None in the world; nor do I know the man. Iago [to BIANCA]. What, look you pale ?-O, bear him out [CASSIO and RODERIGO are borne off. o' the air. Stay you, good gentlemen :-Look you pale, mistress ? Do you perceive the gastness of her eye?- Do you see, gentlemen? nay, guiltiness will speak, Though tongues were out of use. Enter EMILIA. Emil. 'Las, what's the matter; what's the matter, husband? By Roderigo, and fellows that are scaped; He's almost slain, and Roderigo dead." Emil. Alas, good gentleman! alas, good Cassio! Iago. This is the fruit of whoring.-Pr'ythee, Emilia, Go know of Cassio where he supp'd to-night : 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. Emil. Fie, fie upon thee, strumpet! Bian. I am no strumpet; but of life as honest. As you that thus abuse me. Emil. As I? foh! fie upon thee! Iago. Kind gentlemen, let's go see poor Cassio dress'd: Come, mistress, you must tell us another tale. Emilia, run you to the citadel, And tell my lord and lady what has happ'd.- * Undoes. [Aside. [Exeunt. SCENE II.-A Bedchamber: DESDEMONA in bed asleep. A light burning. Enter OTHELLO. [Takes off his sword. Oth. It is the cause, it is the cause, my soul,- I know not where is that Promethean heat, That can thy light relume. When I have pluck'd thy rose, It needs must wither:-I'll smell it on the tree. O balmy breath, that dost almost persuade Justice to break her sword!-One more, one more.- And love thee after:-One more, and this the last: But they are cruel tears: This sorrow's heavenly; 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, Des. Alas, my lord, what may you mean by that? No,-Heaven forfend !f-I would not kill thy soul. Oth. Ay, I do. Des. Then, heaven. Have mercy on me! Oth. Amen, with all my heart! Des. If you say so, I hope you will not kill me. Oth. Humph! Des. And yet I fear you: for you are fatal then, [Kissing her. When your eyes roll so: Why I should fear, I know not, Oth. Think on thy sins. Des. They are loves I bear to you. Oth. Ay, and for that thou diest. VOL. IV. I. e. of life. + Forbid. 2 N |