to-night; for she shall not live: No, my heart is turned to stone: I strike it, and it hurts my hand. O, the world hath not a sweeter creature: she might lie by an emperor's side, and command him tasks. Iago. Nay, that's not your way. Oth. Hang her; I do but say what she is: So delicate with her needle!-an admirable musician! O, she will sing the savageness out of a bear! Of so high and plenteous wit and invention!— Iago. She's the worse for all this. Oth. O, a thousand, a thousand times:-And then, of so gentle a condition* ! Iago. Ay, too gentle. Oth. Nay, that's certain: But yet the pity of it, Iago! O, Iago, the pity of it, Iago. HIS CONFIRMED JEALOUSY. Oth. Mistress, Des. My lord? Oth. What would Lod. Who, I, my lord? you with her, sir? [turn: Oth. Ay; you did wish, that I would make her Sir, she can turn, and turn, and yet go on, And turn again; and she can weep, sir, weep; And she's obedient, as you say, obedient,Very obedient;-Proceed you in your tears.Concerning this, sir,-O well painted passion! I am commanded home;-Get you away; I'll send for you anon.-Sir, I obey the mandate, And will return to Venice;-Hence, avaunt! [Exit DESDEMONA. Cassio shall have my place. And, sir, to-night, I do entreat that we may sup together. * Of so sweet a disposition. You are welcome, sir, to Cyprus.-Goats and mon keys! [Exit. HIS PATHETIC UPBRAIDING OF DESDEMONA. Des. Upon my knees, what doth your speech imI understand a fury in your words, But not the words. Oth. Why, what art thou? Des. And loyal wife. Oth. [port? Your wife, my lord; your true Come, swear it, damn thyself; Lest, being like one of heaven, the devils themselves Should fear to seize thee: therefore be double Swear-thou art honest. Des. [damn'd, Heaven doth truly know it. Oth. Heaven truly knows, that thou art false as hell. [false? Des. To whom, my lord? with whom? How am I Oth. O Desdemona! away! away! away! Des. Alas, the heavy day!-Why do you weep? Am I the occasion of these tears, my lord? If, haply, you my father do suspect, An instrument of this your calling back, Oth. Had it pleas'd heaven To try me with affliction; had he rain'd All kinds of sores, and shames, on my bare head; Given to captivity me and my utmost hopes; Yet could I bear that too; well, very well: Des. I hope, my noble lord esteems me honest. Oth. O, ay; as summer flies are in the shambles, That quicken even with blowing. O thou weed, Who art so lovely fair, and smell'st so sweet, That the sense aches at thee.-'Would, thou hadst ne'er been born! Des. Alas, what ignorant sin have I committed? Is hush'd within the hollow mine of earth, Des. By heaven, you do me wrong. Oth. Are not you a strumpet? Des. No, as I am a christian; If to preserve this vessel for my lord, From any other foul unlawful touch, Be-not to be a strumpet, I am none. Oth. What, not a whore? *Treasured up. Des. Oth. Is it possible? No, as I shall be sav'd. Des. O, heaven forgive us! I took you for that cunning whore of Venice, DESDEMONA'S FIDELITY. O good Iago, What shall I do to win my lord again? Good friend, go to him: for, by this light of heaven, But never taint my love. ACT V. life, OTHELLO'S IRRESOLUTION TO MURDER DESDEMONA. SCENE. A Bedchamber: DESDEMONA in Bed asleep. A Light burning. It is the cause, it is the cause, my soul,Let me not name it to you, you chaste stars! It is the cause.- -Yet I'll not shed her blood; Nor scar that whiter skin of hers than snow, And smooth as monumental alabaster. [Takes off his Sword. Yet she must die, else she'll betray more men. Put out, the light, and then put out the light*: Should I repent me:-but once put out thine, I cannot give it vital growth again, It needs must wither:-I'll smell it on the tree.- But they are cruel tears: This sorrow's heavenly; HIS CONFUSION AFTER THE MURDER. Yes; 'tis Emelia:-by and by. She's dead. 'Tis like she comes to speak of Cassio's death: The noise was high.-Ha! no more moving? Still as the grave. Shall she come in! Were't good? I think, she stirs again :-No.-What's the best? If she come in, she'll sure speak to my wife: My wife! my wife! what wife?—I have no wife: O, insupportable! O heavy hour! Methinks it should be now a huge eclipse Of sun and moon; and that the affrighted globe Should yawn at alteration. HIS LOVE. Had she been true, If heaven would make me such another world * i. c. The light of life. |