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My lord?

Sears will return me my jewels, I will give over Des. Your honour is most welcome. my suit, and repent my unlawful solicitation ; Oth.

Will you walk, sir? if not, assure yourself, "I will seek satisfaction 0,-Desdemona, of you.

Des. Íago. You have said now.

Oth. Get you to bed on the instant, I will Rod. Ay, and I have said nothing, but what, be returned forth with : dismiss your attendant I protest intendment of doing.'

there; look, it be done, 4:3 mily's 15". Iago. Why, now I see there's mettle in Des. I will, my lord. thee; and even, from this instant, do build on [Exeunt OrHELLO, LODOVICO, and thee a better opinion than ever before. Give

:, Attendants.

[than be diku me thy band, Roderigo: Thou hast taken, Emil. How goes it now? he looks gentler against me a most just exception; but, yet, Des. He says he will return incontipent * I protest, I have dealt most directly in thy He hath commanded me to go to bed, affair.

And bade me to djsmiss you: Rod. It bath not appeared.


Dismiss me! lago. I grant, indeed, it hath not appeared; Des. It was his bidding; therefore, good and your suspicion is not without wit and Emilia, judgment. But, Roderigo, if thou hast that Give me my nightly wearing, and adjeu : within thee indeed, which I have greater We must not now displease him. reason to believe now than ever,-I mean, Emil. I would, you had never seen him! purpose, courage, and vafour,-this night show Des. So would not 1; my love, doth so apit: ir thou the next night following enjoyest

prove him,

(frowns, not Desdemona, 'take 'me from this world That even his stubbornness, his check's, and with treachery, and devise engines for my Prythee, un pio me,-have grace and favour life.

in them.

[on the bed.

i Rod. Well,' what is it? is it within reason, Emil. I have laid those sheets you bade me and compass?!?!

Des. All's one: -Good father! how foolish lago. Sir, there is especial commission come are our minds! from Venice, to depute Cassio in Othello's If I do die before thee, pr’ythee, shroud me place.

In one of those same sheets. Rod. Is that true? why, then Othello and Emil.

Come, come, you talk. * Desdemona return again to Venice.

Des. My mother had a maid cald-Barlago. O, no; he goes into Mauritania, and bara;

[madt, takes away with him the fair Desdeniona, un. She was in love; and he she loved proved less his abode be lingered bere by some acci- And did forsake her: she had a song of dent; wherein none can be so determinate, as


[tone, the removing of Cassio.

An old thing 'twas, but it express'd her for. Rod. How do you mean-removing of him? And she died singing it: That song, to-night,

lago. Why, by making him uncapable of Will not go from my mind; I have much to Othello's place ; knocking out his brains. But to go hang my head all at one side, [do,

Rod. And that you would have me do? And sing it like poor Barbara. Pry'thee, lago. Ay; if you dare do yourself a profit,

[despatch. and a right. He sups to-night with a harlot, Emil. Shall I go fetch your night-gown? and thither will I go to him ;-he knows not Des.

No, unpin me here. yet of his honourable fortune: if you will This Lodovico is a proper man. watch his going thence, (wbich I will fashion Emil. A very handsome man. to fall out between twelve and one,) you may

And he speaks well. take him at your pleasure; I will be near to

Emil. know a lady in Venice, who would second your attempt, and he shall fall between have walked barefoot to Palestine for a touch us. Come, stand not amazed at it, but go of his nether lip. , along with me; I will show you such a neces

I. sity in his death, that you shall think yourself | Deș. The poor soul sat sighing by a sycą. bound to put it on him. It is now high sup- more tree,

Singing per-time, and the niglit grows to waste :

Sing all a green willow ; abont it. 911

Her hand on her bosom, her head on her Rod. I will hear further reason for this.

knee. lagó. And you shall be satisfied. [Eceunt. Sing, willow, willow, willow : SCENE III Another Room in the Castle. The fresh streams ran by her and murmur:d

her moans ; Enter OTHELLO, Lodovico, DESDEMONA, Sing willow, &c. '; Emilia, and Attendants,

Her salt tears fell from her, and softened Lod. I do beseech you, sir, trouble yourself Lay by these :

[the stones ; I no further


Sing willow, willow, willow ; Oth. 0, pardon me; 'twill do me good to Pr’ythee, hie thee; he'll come anon. Lodi, Madam, good night; I humbly thank

Sing all a green willow must be your Ladyship:

my garland. Quin 119 Immediately.

Wild, inconstant.

1 Des.


make her husband a cuckold, to make him a Let nobody blame him, his scorn I approve,- monarch? I would venture purgatory fort. Nay, that's not next.-Hark! who is it that Des. Beshrew me, if I would do such a knocks?

wrony for the whole world. Emil. It is the wind.

Emil. Why, the wrong is but a wrong i'the

world; and, having the world for your la Des. I calld my love, false love ; but what bour, 'tis a wrong in your own world, and said he then?

you might quickly make it right. (man Sing willow, &c.

Des. I do not think there is any such wo If I court mo * women, you'll couch with mo Emil. Yes, a dozen; and as many men.

To the vantage, as would store the world they So, get thee gobe; good night. Mine eyes do play'd for. Doth that bode weeping?

(itch ; But, I do ibink, it is their husbands' faults. Emil.

'Tis neither here nor there. If wives do fall : Say, that they slack their Des. I have heard it is said so,-0, these duties, men, these mer !

[lia,- And pour our treasures into foreign laps ;) Dost thou in conscience think,--tell me, Emi. Or else break out in peevish jealousies, That there be women do abuse their husbands Throwing restraint upon us; or, say they strike In such gross kind ?

Or scant our former having t in despite ; Emil. There be some such, no question. Why, we have galls; and, though we haye Des. Wouldst thou do such a deed for all

some grace,

{kwow, Emil. Why, would not you? (the world? Yet we have some revenge. Let husbands Des.

No, by this heavenly light! Their wives have sense like them: they see Emil. Nor I neither by this heavenly light;

and smell, I might do't as well i’ the dark.:

And have their palates both for sweet and sour, Des. Wouldst thou do such a deed for all As husbands have. What is it that they do, the world?

When they change us for others? Is it sport? Emil. The world is a huge thing: 'Tis a I think it is ; And doth affection breed it? great price

I think it doth; Is't frailty, that thus errs? For a small vice.

It is so too: And have not we affections ? Des. Good troth, I think thou wouldst not. Desires for sport? and frailty, as men have?

Emil. By my troth, I think I should; and Then, let them use us well : else,lel them know, undo't when I had done, Marry, 'I would The ills we do, their ills instruct us to. not do such a thing for a joint-ring; nor for

Des. Good night, good night: Heaven me measures of lawn; nor for gowns, petticoats, such usage send, nor caps, nor any petty exbibition : but, for Not to pick bad from bad; bnt, by bad, mend! the whole world, -Why, who would not



SCENE I. A Street

As gifts to Desdemona;.
Enter Iago and RODERIGO.

It must not be: if Cassio do remain

He hath a daily beauty in his life, lago. Here, stand behind this bulk; straight That makes me ugly; and, besides, the Moor will he come :

May unfold me to him; there stand I in much Wear thy good rapier bare ø, and put it home; peril: Quick, quick; fear nothing; I'll be at thy No, he must die ;-But, so, I hear him coming. elbow:

Enter Cassio. It makes us, or it mars us; think on that, Rod. I know his gait, 'tis bę;-Villain, thou And fix most firm thy resolution.

diest. Rod. Be near at hand; I may miscarry in't.

[Rushes from his post, and makes a Iago. Here, at thy hand; be bold, and take

pass at Cassio. thy sword. [Retires to a little distance. Cas. That thrust had been mine enemy in Rod. I have no great devotion to the deed : 1 deed, And yet he has given me satisfying reasons :- But that my coat is better than thou think'st; 'Tis but a man gone :-forth, my sword; hey I will make proof of thine. dies. (Goes to his stand.

[Draws, and wounds RODBRIGO. I ago. I have rubb'd this young quat almost


0, I ain slain! to the sense ll,

(Cassia, [Iago rushes from his post, cuts Cassio And he grows angry. Now, whether he kill is behind in the Leg, and exit. Or Cassio him, or each do kill the other, Cas. I am maim'd for ever :-Help, ho! Every way, makes my gain : Live Roderigo, 1 niurder! murder!

Falls. He calls me to a restitution large

Enter OTHELLO, at a distance. (word. Of gold, and jewels, that I bobb’ds from bim, Oth. The voice of Cassio ;-Iago keeps his

cipt, Our former allowance of expense. On I Sensation. Ś Unsheathed. | To the quick.


• Mo for more,


* Rod, O! villain that I am!


Marry, heaveu fortyi!Oth.

Hark! 'tis even so. Light, gentlemen ; I'll bind it wil vy shirt. Cas. 0, belp! hol light! a surgeon !

Enter BIANCA. Oth. 'T'is he;-0 brave Iago, honest, and Bian. What is the matter, ho? who is't that just,

(wrong! lago. Who is't that cry'd ? (cry'd ? That hast such noble sense of thy friend's Bian. O my dear Cassio ! my sweet Cassio ! Thou teachest me.-Minion, your dear lies O Cassio ! Cassio! Cassio! dead,

lago. O notable strumpet !-Cassio, may And your fate bies apace:-Strumpet, I come: you suspect

[you? Forth * of my heart those charms, thine eyes Who they should be, that have thus mangled are blotted; (be spotted. Cus. No.

[been to seek you. Thy bed, lust-stain'd, shall with just's blood Gru. I am sorry, to find you thus: I have

[Exit OTHELLO. Iago. Lend me a garter: So.-0, for a chair, Enter LODOVICO and GRATIANO, at a dis. To bear him easily hence !

(Cassio ! tance.

Bian. Alas, be faints:-- 0 Cassio! Cassio ! Cas. What, hol no watch? no passage Jago. Gentlemen all, I do suspect this trash murder! murder!

[direful. To be a party in this injury.-
Gra. 'Tis some mischance; the very cry is Patience awhile, good Cassio.-Come, come;
Cas. O, help!

Lend me a light.-Know we this face, or no?

Alas! my friend, and my dear countryman,

O wretched villain! Roderigo ? no :-Yes, sure; O heaven! Rode. : Lod. Two or three groans; it is a heavy I Gra. What, of Venice?

(rigo. night:

lago. Even he, sir; did you know him ? These may be counterfeits ; let's think't unsafe Gra.

Know him, ay. To come into the cry, without more help. Iago. Signior Gratiano? I cry you gentle Rod. Nobody come? then I shall bleed to pardon;

[ners, Enter LAGO, with a Light. (death. These bloody accidents must excuse my manLod, Hark!

That so neglected you.
Gra: Here's one comes in his shirt, with Gra. I am glad to see you.

[chair! light and weapons.

(cries on murder? Iago. How do you, Cassio 2-0, a chair, a lago. Who's there? whose noise is this, that Gra. Roderigo! Lod. We do not know,

lago. He, he, 'tis be :-0, that's well said; lago.

Did you not hear a cry? the chair: [A Chair brought in. Cas. Here, liere; for heaven's sake, help me. Some good men bear him carefully from henee; Iago.

What's the matter? I'll fetch the general's surgeon.-- For you, misGra. This is Othello's ancient, as I take it. tress,

[TO BIANCA. Lod. The same, indeed; a very valiant fel. Save you your labour. He that lies slain here, low. [grievously? Cassio,

[you? lago. What are you here that cry so Was my dear friend : What malice was between Cas. Iago? O, I am spoil'd, undone by vil. Cas. None in the world ; nor do I know the Give me some help.”

[lains !

Iago. O me, lieutenant! what villains have sago.) To Bian.] 'What, look yon pale?-
done this?

O, bear him out o'the air.
Cas. I think, that one of them is hereabout,

(Cassio and Rod. are borne off And cannot make away.

Stay you, good gentlemen :-Look you pale lago. O treacherous villains ! - [help. mistress What are you there? come in, and give some Do you perceive the gastness of her eye ?

(To Lovovico and GRATIANO. Nay, if you stare, we shall hear more anon Rod. O, help me here!

Behold her well ; I pray you, look upon her Cas. That's one of them.

Do you see, gentlemen ? nay, guiltiness wi. lago. O murderous slave! O villain! Though tongues were ont of use. [speak [IAGO stabs RODERIGO.

Enter EMILIA. Rod. O damn'd lago! O inhuman dog!- "Emit. "Lás, what's the matter; what's th 0!0! 0!

matter, husband?

(dark Iago. Kill men i’ the dark!- Where be Tago. Cassio hath here been set on in the these bloody thieves ?

[der ! By Roderigo, and fellows that are 'scap'd; How silent is this town!-Ho! murder! mur. He's almost slain, and Roderigo dead. What may you be ? are you of good, or evil? Emil. Alas, good gentleman! alas, goa Lod. As you shall prove nis, praise us.


(thee, Emilis lago.

Signior Lodovico? Iago. This is the fruit of whoring.-P'r'y Lod. He, sir.

Go know of Cassio where he supp'd to-nighi: lago. I cry you mercy ; Here's Cassio burt What, do you shake at that? By villains.

Bian. He snpp'd at my house; but I'there Gra. Cassio ?

fore shake not.

(me. Iago.

How is it, brother? jago. 'O, did he so ? 'I charge you, go with Cas. My log is cut in two.

Emil. Fie, fie opon thee, strumpet ! + No passengers.

Thick, cloudy.


• Oat.



kinn. I am no strumpet; but of life, as ho. When your eyes roll so: Why I should fean As you the thus abuse me.

I know not,

(fear, Emil.

As 13 foh! fie upon thee! Since guiltiness I know not; but yet, I feel, I lago. Kind gentlemen, let's go see poor Oth. Think on thy sins. Cassio dress'd;


They are loves I bear to you. Come, mistress, you must tell us another tale. Oth. Ay, and for that thou diest. (Toving, Emilia, ran yon to the citadel,

Des. That death's unnatural, that kills for And tell my lord, and lady what has bapp'a. Alas, why gnaw you so your nether lip? Will you go on, I pray?—This is the night, Some bloody passion shakes your very frame:

(Aside. These are portents; but yet, I hope, I hope, That either makes mé, or fordoes * me quite. They do not point on me. [Exeunt. Oth.

Peace, and be still!

Des. I will so: What's the matter? SCENE NI, A Bedchamber. DESDEMONA

Oth. That bandkerchief, which I so loved, in bed asleep. A Light burning.

and gave thee, Enter OTHELLO.

Thou gavest to Cassio. Oth. It is the cause, it is the cause, my soul, Des.

No, by my life and soul; Let me not name it to you, you chaste stars! Send for the man, and ask him, It is the cause.--Yet I'n not shed her blood; Oth.

Sweet soul, take beed, Nor scar that wbiter skin of her’s than snow, Take heed of perjury; thou'rt on thy deathAnd smooth as monumental alabaster.

Des. Ay, but not yet to die. (bed. [Takes off his sword. Oth.

Yes, presently : Yet she must die, else she'll betray more men. Therefore confess thee freely of thy sin; Put out the light, and then put out the light1: For to deny each article with oath, [tion, If I quench thee, thou flaming minister, Cannot remove, vor choke, the strong concepI can again thy former light restore,

That I do groan withal. Thou art to die. Should I repent me :—but once put out thine, Des. Then, Lord have mercy on me Thor cunning'st pattern of excelling nature, Oth.

I say, Amen. I know not where is that Promethean heat, Des. And have you mercy too! I never did That can thy light relame. When I have Offend you in my life; never loved Cassio, plack'd thy rose,

But with such general warranty of heaven cannot give it yit growth again,

As I might love : I never gave him token. It needs must wither : I'll smell it on the tree.

Oth, By heaven, I saw iny handkerchief in

[K'issing her. his hand. · O balmy breath, that dost almost persuade O perjured woman! thou dost stone my heart, Justice to break her sword !-One more, one And makest me call, what I intend to do, more.

(thee, Amarder, which I thought a sacrifices: Be thus when thou art dead, and I will kill' I saw the handkerchief. And love thee after :-One more, and this the Des.

He found it then :

I'never gave it him : -Send for him hither, So sweet was ne'er so fatal. 'I must weep, And let him confess a truth. But they are cruel tears : This sorrow's Oth.

He hath confess'd. heavenly;

Des. What, my lord?
It strikes, where it doth love.-She wakes.- Oth. That he hath-used thee.
Des. Who's there? Othello?


How? uplawfylly? Oth,

Ay, Desdemona.

Oth. Ay. Des. Will you come to bed, my lord ? Des.

He'll not say so. Oth. Have you pray'd to night, Desdemona? Oth,

No, his mouth is stopp'd; Des,

Ay, my lord. Honest Iago hath ta'en order for't ll. Oth. If you bethink yourself of any crime, Des. My fear interprets then, -What, is he Unreconciled as yet to heaven and grace, Solicit for it straight.'

Örn. Mad all his hairs been lives, my great by ?

Des. Alas ! he is betray'd, and I undone. Oth. Well do it, and be brief; I will walk Oth, Out, strumpetl Weep'st thou for bim I would not kill thy unprepared spirit';

to my face? | No,-Heaven forfend !-I would not kill thy Des. O, banish me, my lord, but kill me nok. Des. Talk you of killing? (son). Oth. Down, strumpet!

(nigh.. Oth, Ay, I do.

Des. Kill me to-morrow, let me live to. Des.

Then, heaven

Oth. Nay, if you strive,Have mercy on me!


But half an hour. Oth. Amen, with all my heart! (me. Oth.

Being done, Des. If you say so, I hope you will not kill There is no pause. Oth. Humph!

[then, Des.

Bat while I say one prayer. Des. And yet I fear you: for you are fatal

Oth. It is too late. (He smother's her, Updoes. + i.e., The light of life.

1 Forbid. « A sacrifice atoning for thy crime.

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Emil. [Within:) My lord, my lord! what Emil.net 0, the more angeluk ho! my lord ! my lord !...

And you the blacker devil!

[wllore. ook. What noise is this ?- Not dead ! hot Oth. She turn'd to folly, and she was a yet quite dead?

Emil. Thou dost belie her, and thou art a I, that am cruel, am yet mercifut

1. Odh. She was false as water. (devil. I would not have thee linger in thy pain. Emil.

Thou art rashi as fire, to say So, so

[lord! That she was false; 0, she was heavenly true! Emil. [Within.) What ho! my lord, my Oth. Cassio did tup her' ; 'ask thy husband Oth.

Who's there?

else. Emil. (Within.] 0, good my lord, I would 0, I were damn'd beneath all depth in hell, speak a word with you.

But that I did proceed upon just grounds Oth. Yes ;-'tis Emilia :-by and by.--She's To this extremity; Thy fiusband knew it all. dead.

-Emil. My husband

!! 'Tis like she comes to speak of Cassio's death : Oth. Thy husband. The noise was high.-Ha! no more moving? Emil. That she was false to wedlock ? Still as the grave. Sball she come in? Were't



Ay, with Cassio. good ?

(best? Nay, had she been true, I think, she stirs again :-No-What's the lf heaven would make me such another world If she come in, she'll sure speak to my wife : Of one entire and perfect ehrysolite t, My wife! my wife! what wife? I have no I'd not have told her for it. 0, insupportable ! O heavy hour : .) (wife Emil. My husband? Methinks it should be now a huge eclipse Oth. Ay, 'twas he that told me first. Of sun and moon; and that the afrighted globe An honest man he is, and hates the slime Should yawn at alteration.

That sticks on filthy deeds. Emil. [Within.] I do beseech you I may Emil. **

My husband? 0, geod my lord !. (speak with you, Oth. What needs this iterance f, womað? i oth. I had forgot thee: 0, comein, Emilia say, thy husband.

[with love! Soft, -by and by: Let me the curtains draw. Emil. O mistress, villany hath made' mocks Where art thou? What's the matter with thee My husband say, that she was false ? now? [Unlocks the door. Oth.

He, woman. Enter EMILIA

I say, thy husband: Dost onderstand the word? Emil. O, good my lord, yonder's foal mur. My friend, thy husband, bonest, honest Iago. Otk. What? now

Dal (der done. Emit. if be say so, may his pernicious soul Emil. ist But now, my lord to Rot half a grain a day! he lies to the heart;

Oth. It is the very error of the moon; She was too fond of her most filthy bargain. She comes more near the earth than she was Oth. Hal And makes men mad.

[wont ; | |Emil.

Do thy worst : Emil.

Cassio, my lord, has killed a young Thie deed of thine is no more worthy heaven, Calld-Roderigo.

(Venetian, Than thou wast worthy her. Oth. Roderigo kill'd! Oth.

Peace, you were best. And Cassio kill'a ?

Emil. Thou hast not half the power to do Emil. No, Cassio is not kill'd.

me harm, Oth. Not Cassio kill'd ? Then murder's out As I have to be hart R. O gnll! O dolt! And sweet revenge grows harsh. [of tune, As ignorant as dirt! thou hast done a deed, Des. O, falsely, falsely murder'a !

I care not for thy sword; I'll make thee known, Emil.

Alas! what cry is that? Though I lost twenty lives :-Help! help, ho! Oth. That! what !

(voice :

[murder! Emil. Out, and alas! that was my. Jady's The Moor has kill'd my mistress ; Murder! Help! help, ko! help !.0 lady, speak again! Enter MONTANO, GRATIANO, and IAGO. Sweet Desdemona! O, sweet mistress, speak! Mon. What is the matter How now, Des. A gailtless death I die..

general ?

(done well, Emil.

0, who hath done Emii. 0, are you come, Iago? you have This deed?

That men must lay their murders on your neck. Des. Nobody; I myself; farewell : Gra. What is the matter

(man : Commend me to my kind lord; 0, farewell. Emil. Disprove this villain, if thou be'st a

[Dies. He says, thou told'st him that his wife was oth. Why, how shoald'she bie murder'd ? false : .!"

(villain; Emil.

Alas, who knows? I know, thou didst 'not, thou’rt not such a Oth. You heard het say herself, it was not I. Speak, for my heart is full. I; (no more Emil. She said so; I must needs report the lago. I told him what I thought; and told truth,

Than what he found himself was apt and true. Oth. She's like a liar, gone to burning hell; Emil. But did you ever tell him, she was 'Twas I that killed her. Luilt ; ut noll, ir

Tago. I did.

(false? • It is sapposed 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 wgain with propriety; and yet very soon expired. A precious stone. | Repetition. ... More can I bear than you dare exec

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