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If she come in, she'll sure speak to my wife: Emil. O mistress, villany hath made mocks with My wife! my wife ! what wife ?-I have no wife:
love!0, insupportable! O heavy hour!
My husband say, that she was false ? Methinks it should be now a huge eclipse
He, woman; Of sun and moon; and that the affrighted globe I say, thy husband; Dost understand the word ? Should yawn at alteration.
My friend, thy husband, honest, honest Iago. Emil. [Within.) I do beseech you I may speak Emil. If he say so, may his pernicious soul
Rot half a grain a day! he lies to the heart; 0, good my lord!
She was too fond of her most filthy bargain. Oth. I had forgot thee: 0, come in, Emilia :- Oth. Ha! Soft,—by and by :-Let me the curtains drawn Emil. Do thy worst: Where art thou? What's the matter with thee now? This deed of thine is no more worthy heaven,
[Unlocks the Door. Than thou wast worthy her.
Peace, you were best.
Emil. Thou hast not half the power to do me Emil. O, good my lord, yonder's foul murder done. harm, Oth. What? now?
As I have to be hurt. O gull! O dolt! Emil.
But now, my lord ! As ignorant as dirt! thou hast done a deed, Oth. It is the very error of the moon;
I care not for thy sword; I'll make thee known, She comes more near the earth than she was wont; Though I lost twenty lives:–Help! help, ho! help! And makes men mad.
The Moor has kill'd my mistress; Murder! murder! Emil. Cassio, my lord, has kill'd a young Vene
Enter Montano, Gratiano, and Iago. tian, Call'd-Roderigo.
Mon. What is the matter?-How now, general ? Oth. Roderigo kill'd!
Emil. O, are you come, lago? you have done well, And Cassio kill'd!
That men must lay their murders on your neck. Emil. No, Cassio is not kill'd.
Gra. What is the matter? Oth. Not Cassio kill'd? then murder's out of tune, Emil. Disprove this villain, if thou be'st a man. And sweet revenge grows harsh.
He says, thou told'st him, that his wife was false: Des. O, falsely, falsely murder'd!
I know, thou did'st not, thou art not such a villain; Emil.
Alas! what cry is that? Speak, for my heart is full. Oth. That! what?
lago. I told him what I thought; and told no Emil. Out, and alas! that was my lady's voice.Help! help, ho! help!- lady, speak again! Than what he found himself was apt and true. Sweet Desdemona! O, sweet mistress, speak! Emil. But did you ever tell him she was false ? Des. A guiltless death I die.
lago. I did. Emil.
0, who hath done Emil. You told a lie; an odious, damned lie; This deed?
Upon my soul, a lie: a wicked lie :Des. Nobody; I myself; farewell : She false with Cassio!- Did you say with Cassio ? Commend me to my kind lord; 0, farewell. [Dies. lago. With Cassio, mistress; Go to, charm your Oth. Why, how should she be murder'd ?
Alas, who knows? Emil. I will not charm my tongue; I am bound Oth. You heard her say herself, it was not I.
to speak; Emil. She said so, I must needs report the truth. My mistress here lies murder'd in her bed.
Oth. She's like a liar, gone to burning hell; All. O heavens forfend!" 'Twas I that kill'd her.
Emil. And your reports have set the murder on. Emil.
0, the more angel she, Oth. Nay, stare not, masters; it is true, indeed. And you the blacker devil !
Gra. 'Tis a strange truth. Oth. She turn'd to folly, and she was a whore. Mon. O monstrous act! Emil. Thou dost belie her, and thou art a devil! Emil.
Villany, villany, villany! Oth. She was false as water.
I think upon't,-I think,—I smell’t;—0 villany! Emil.
Thou art rash as fire, to say I thought so then ;-I'll kill myself for grief.--That she was false; 0, she was heavenly true! O villany, villany!
Oth. Cassio did tap her; ask thy husband else, lago. What, are you mad? I charge you, get 0, I were damn'd beneath all depth in hell, But that I did proceed upon just grounds
Emil. Good gentlemen, let me have leave to To this extremity; Thy husband knew it all.
speak: Emil. My husband ?
'Tis proper I obey him, but not now :Oth. Thy husband.
Perchance, lago, I will ne'er go home. Emil. That she was false to wedlock ?
Oth. 0! 0! 0! (Hanging over his Wife. Oth. Ay, with Cassio. Emil.
Nay, lay thee down, and roar; Nay, had she been true,
For thou hast killed the sweetest innocent,
0, she was foul!I'd not have sold her for it.
[Rising Emil. My husband ?
I scarce did know you, uncle: There lies your niece, Oth.
Ay, 'twas he that told me first; Whose breath, indeed, these hands have newly An honest man he is, and hates the slime
stopp’d: That sticks on filthy deeds.
I know, this act shows horrible and grim.
Gra. Poor Desdemona! I am glad thy father's Oth. What needs this iterance,' woman? I say,
dead; thy husband.
Thy match was mortal to him, and pure grief • A precious stone.
1 Repetition. Ju More can I bear than you dare execute." a Forbid.
Shore his old thread in twain: did he live now, Oth.
Behold! I have a weapon; This sight would make him do a desperate turn, A better never did itself sustain Yea, curse his better angel from his side,
Upon a soldier's thigh: I have seen the day, And fall to reprobation.
That, with this little arm, and this good sword, Oth. "Tis pitiful: but yet lago knows,
I have made my way through more impediments That she with Cassio hath the act of shame Than twenty times your stop:-But, О vain boast! A thousand times committed; Cassio confess'd it: Who can control his fate? 'tis not so now.And she did gratify his amorous works
Be not afraid, though you do see me weapon'd; With that recognizance and pledge of love Here is my journey's end, here is my butt, Which I first gave her; I saw it in his hand; And very sea-mark of my utmost sail. It was a handkerchief, an antique token
Do you go back dismay'd ? 'tis a lost fear; My father gave my mother.
Man but a rush against Othello's breast, Emil. O heaven! O heavenly powers!
And he retires;- Where should Othello go!-lago.
Come, hold your peace. Now, how dost thou look now? O ill-starr'd Emil. 'Twill out, 'twill out;-I hold my peace,
wench! sir? no;
Pale as thy smock! when we shall meet at compt' No, I will speak as liberal' as the air;
This look of thine will hurl my soul from heaven, Let heaven, and men, and devils, let them all, And fiends will snatch at it. Cold, cold, my girl! All, all, cry shame against me, yet I'll speak. Even like thy chastity.lago. Be wise, and get you home.
O cursed, cursed slave!-Whip me, ye devils, Emil.
I will not From the possession of this heavenly sight!
[Iago offers to stab his Wife. Blow me about in winds! roast me in sulphur! Gra,
Fye! Wash me in steep-down gulfs of liquid fire! Your sword upon a woman!
O Desdemona! Desdemona! dead ? Emil. O thou dull Moor! that handkerchief thou Dead? ! O! O!
speak’st of, I found by fortune, and did give my husband;
Enter Lodovico, Montano, Cassio carried in a
Chair, and Officers, with lago, prisoner. For often, with a solemn earnestness, (More than, indeed, belong'd to such a trifle,) Lod. Where is this rash and most unfortunate He begg'd of me to steal it. lago.
Villanous whore! Oth. That's he, that was Othello; here I am. Emil. She give it Cassio! no, alas; I found it, Lod. Where is that viper ? bring the villain forth. And I did give't my husband.
Oth. I look down towards his feet;'—but that's lago. Filth, thou liest.
a fable: Emil. By heaven, I do not: I do not, gentlemen: If that thou be'st a devil, I cannot kill thee. O murd'rous coxcomb! what should such a fool
[OTHELLO wounds lago. Do with so good a wife?
Lod. Wrench his sword from him. [Iago stabs Emilia, then runs out. Iago.
I bleed, sir; but not kill'd. Oth.
Are there no stones in heaven, Oih. I am not sorry neither; I'd have thee live; But what serve for the thunder?—Precious villain! For, in my sense, 'tis happiness to die.
Gra. The woman falls ! sure, he has kill'd his wife. Lod. O thou Othello, that was once so good,
What shall be said to thee ?
Why, any thing: weapon,
An honorable murderer, if you will; Which I have here recover'd from the Moor: For nought I did in hate, but all in honor. Come, guard the door without; let him not pass, Lod. This wretch hath part confess'd his villany: But kill him rather; I'll after that same villain, Did you and he consent in Cassio's death? For 'tis a damned slave.
Oth. Ay. [Exeunt Montano and Gratiano. Cas. Dear general, I never gave you cause. Oth. I am not valiant neither,
Oth. I do believe it, and I ask your pardon. But every puny whipster gets my sword: Will you, I pray, demand that demi-devil, But why should honor outlive honesty ?
Why he hath thus ensnar'd my soul and body ? Let it go all.
lago. Demand me nothing: What you know, Emil. What did thy song bode, lady? Hark, canst thou hear me? I will play the swan, From this time forth I never will speak word. And die in music;— Willow, willow, willow. Lod. What? not to pray ? Moor, she was chaste; she lov'd thee, cruel Moor; Gra.
Torments will ope your lips. So come my soul to bliss, as I speak true;
Oth. Well, thou dost best. So speaking as I think, I die, I die. [Dies. Lod. Sir, you shall understand what hath befall'n,
Oth. I have another weapon in this chamber, Which, as I think, you know not: Here is a It is a sword of Spain, the ice-brook's temper; —
letter, 0, here it is :-Uncle, I must come forth.
Found in the pocket of the slain Roderigo; Gra. (Within.) If thou attempt it, it will cost And here, another : the one of them imports thee dear;
The death of Cassio to be undertook Thou hast no weapon, and perforce must suffer. By Roderigo.
Oth. Look in upon me then, and speak with me, Oth. O villain ! Or, naked as I am, I will assault thee.
Cas. Most heathenish, and most gross! Re-enter GRATIANO.
Lod. Now here's another discontented paper,
Found in his pocket too: and this it seems, Gra. What is the matter?
Roderigo meant to have sent this damned villain, • Free. Steel is hardened by being put red-hot into very cold
& Account "To see if his feet be cloven.
But that, belike, Iago in the interim
Perplex'd in the extreme; of one, whose hand, Came in and satisfied him.
Like the base Júdean, threw a pearl away, Oth.
O the pernicious caitiff!- Richer than all his tribe; of one, whose subdued How came you, Cassio, by that handkerchief
eyes, That was my wife's?
Albeit unused to the melting mood, Cas.
I found it in my chamber: Drop tears as fast as the Arabian trees And he himself confess'd, but even now,
Their medicinal gum: Set you down this : That there he dropp'd it for a special purpose,
And say, besides,—that in Aleppo once, Which wrought to his desire.
Where a malignant and a turban'd Turk Oth.
O fool! fool! fool! Beat a Venetian, and traduced the state, Cas. There is besides, in Roderigo's letter, I took by the throat the circumcised dog, How he upbraids Iago, that he made him
And smote him-thus.
[Stabs himself. Brave me upon the watch; whereon it came Lod. O bloody period ! That I was cast: And even but now he spake,
All, that's spoke, is marr'd. After long seeming dead,-lago hurt him,
Oth. I kiss'd thee, ere I kill'd thee ;-No way Iago set him on
but this, [Falling upon DESDEMONA. Lod. You must forsake this room and go with us; Killing myself, to die upon a kiss. [Dies. Your power and your command is taken off, Cas. This did I fear, but thought he had no And Cassio rules in Cyprus. For this slave,
weapon: If there be any cunning cruelty,
For he was great of heart. That can torment him much, and hold him long, Lod.
O Spartan dog, It shall be his: You shall close prisoner rest, More fell than anguish, hunger, or the sea ! Till that the nature of your fault be known Look on the tragic loading of this bed; [To lago. To the Venetian state :Come, bring away. This is thy work: the object poisons sight;
Oth. Soft you; a word or two before you go. Let it be hid.-Gratiano, keep the house, I have done the state some service, and they know it; And seize upon the fortunes of the Moor, No more of that:- I pray you, in your letters, For they succeed to you.—To you, lord governor, When you shall these unlucky deeds relate, Remains the censure of this hellish villain; Speak of me as I am; nothing extenuate, The time, the place, the torture,–0 enforce it! Nor set down aught in malice: then must you speak Myself will straight aboard; and, to the state, Of one, that lov'd not wisely, but too well; This heavy act with heavy heart relate. Of one, not easily jealous, but, being wrought,