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lago. He, he, 'tis he :-0, 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. Save you your labour. He that lies slain here,
Cas. None in the world; nor do I know the man.
[Cassio and Rod. are borne off. Stay you, good gentlemen :-Look you pale, mis
Emil. 'Las, what's the matter; what's the matter,
Emil. Alas, good gentleman! alas, good Cassio !
Bian. I am no strumpet; but of life as honest,
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. Will you go on, I pray?-_This is the night, (Aside. That either makes me, or fordoes! me quite. (Exe.
SCENE II.- A bed-chamber: Desdemona in bed
asleep. A light burning. Enter Othello. Oth. 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 l'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 :3 If I quench thee, thou flaming minister, I can again thy former light restore, Should I repent me :--but once put out thine, Thou cunning'st pattern of excelling nature, I know not where is that Promethean heat, That can thy light relume. When I have pluck'd thy
rose, I cannot give it vital growth again, It needs must wither I'll smell it on the tree.
[Kissing her. O balmy breath, that dost almost persuade Justice to break her sword! One more, one more.Be thus when thou art dead, and I will kill thee, And love thee after :
-One more, and this the last : So sweet was ne'er go fatal. I must weep, But they are cruel tears : This sorrow's heavenly; It strikes, where it doth love. She wakes
Des. Who's there? Othello?
(2) i. e. The light of life.
Ay, my lord.
Des. Alas, my lord, what may you mean by that?
Oth. Well, do it, and be brief; I will walk by :
you of killing?
Ay, I do.
Amen, with all my heart!
Oth. Think on thy sins.
They are loves I bear to you.
Des. That death's unnatural, that kills for loving.
Peace, and be still.
Thou gav'st to Cassio.
No, by my life and soul;
Sweet soul, take heed,
Des. Ay, but not yet to die.
Des. Then, Lord have mercy on me!
I say, amen.
I never did
He found it then;
He hath confess'd.
No, his mouth is stoppid;
Des. My fear interprets then,-What, is he dead?
Des. Alas! he is betray'd, and I undone.
(1) A sacrifice atoning for thy crime.
Oth. Oát, strumpet! Weep'st thou for him to
But half an hour.
But while I say one prayer.
(He smothers her. Emil. [Within.] My lord, my lord! what ho:
Emil. [Within.] What ho! my lord, my lord!
a word with you. Oth. Yes ;—'tis Emilia :—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 My wife! my wife! what wife?-I have no wife: 0, insupportable! O heavy hour! Methinks it should be now a huge eclipse Of sun and moon; and that the affrighted globe
(1) It is supposed that some theatrical direction has been omitted, and that, when Othello says, 'So so,' he then stabs her. After the repetition of wounds, Desdemona might speak again with propriety, and yet very soon expire,