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Emil. O heaven! 0 heavenly powers!
Come, hold your peace.
Iago. Be wise, and get you home.
I will noi.
[Iago offers to stab his wife. Gra. Your sword upon a woman? Emil. O thon dull Moor! that handkerchief
thou speak’st of, I found by fortune, and did give my busband; For often, with 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. Iago.
Filth, thou liest. Emil. By heaven, I do not; I do not, gentle
men: O murd'rous coxcomb! what should such a fool Do with so good a wife?
[IAGO stabs EMILIA, then runs out. Oth.
Are there no stones in heaven, But what serve for the thunder 3-Precious vil. lain!
[wife. Gra. The woman falls; sure, he has kill'd his Emil. Ay, ay; 0, lay me by my mistress'side! Gra. He's gone, but his wife's kill'd. Mon. 'Tis a notorious villain. Take you this
weapon, Which I have here recover'd from the Moor: Come, guard the door without: let him not pass, But kill him rather; I'll after that same villain, For’tis a damned slave. (Exeunt MONT. and GRA. Oth.
I am not valiant neither, But every puny whipster gets my sword : But why should honour outlive honesty? Let it go all.
Emil. What did thy song bode, lady? Hark, canst thou hear me? I will play the swan, And die in musick;-Willow, willow, willow.
Moor, she was chaste; she lov'd thee, cruel
Moor; So come my soul to bliss, as I speak true; So speaking as I think, I die,-i die. (Dies.
Oth. I have another weapon in this chamber, It is a sword of Spain, the ice-brook's temper! 0, here it is :-Vucle, I must come forth. 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.
Behold! I have a weapon ;
boast! Who can control his fate? 'tis not so now. Be not afraid, though you do see me weapon'd; Here is my journey's end, here is my butt, And very seamark of my utmost sail. Do you go back dismay'd ? 'tis a lost fear; Man but a rush against Othello's breast, And he retires ;-Where should Othello go? Now, how dost thou look now? O ill-starr'd
wench ! Pale as thy smock! when we shall meet at compt, This look of thine will hurlmy soul from heaven, And fiends will snatch at it. Čold, cold, my girl? Even like thy chastity:O cursed, cursed slave !-Whip me, ye devils, From the possession of this heavenly sight! Blow me about in winds! roast me in sulphur! Wash me in steep-down gulfs of liquid fire! O Desdemona! Desdemona! dead? Dead? O! O! O! Enter LODOVICO, MONTANO, CASSIO, carried in a
Chair, and Officers, with lago, prisoner. Lod. Where is this rash and most unfortunate
man ? Oth. That's be, that was Othello; here I am.
Lod. Where is that viper? bring the villain
fortb. 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 lago. Lod. Wrench his sword from him. Iago.
I bleed, sir; but not kill'd.
Lod. 0 thou Othello, that wast once so good,
Why, any thing:
part confess'd bis vil.
Oth. I do believe it, and I ask your pardon.
Torments will ope your lips.
fall'n, Which, as I think,
you know not: Here is a letter,
Lod. Now here's another discontented paper,
O the pernicious caitiff !
How came you, Cassio, by that handkerchief
I found it in my chamber :
O fool! fool! fool! Cas. There is, besides, in Roderigo's letter, How he upbraids lago, that he made him Brave me upon the watch; whereon it came That I was cast; And even but now he spake, After long seeming dead,- Iago hurt him, Iago set him on. Lod. You must forsake this room, and go
with us; Your power and your command is taken off, And Cassio rules in Cyprus. For this slave, If there be any canning cruelty, That can torment him much, and hold him long, It shall be his: You shall close prisoner rest, Till that the nature of your fault be known To the Venetian state : - Come, bring him away.
Oth. Soft you; a word or two, before you go. I have done the state some service, and they
know it; No more of that;- I pray you, in your letters, When you shall these unlucky deeds relate, Speak of me as I am; nothing extenuate, Nor set down aught in malice: then must you
[Stabs himself. Lod. O bloody period ! Gra.
All, that's spoke, is marr'd.
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 tragick loading of this bed ;
[To lago. This is thy work : the object poisons sight;Let it be hid. Gratiano, keep the house, And seize upon the fortunes of the Moor, Forthey succeed to you.-Toyon, lord governor, Remains the censure of this hellish villain; The time, the place, the torture,-0 enforce it! Myself will straight aboard! and, to the state, This heavy act with heavy heart relate.