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Gra. Rodorigo ?
[chair. Iago. He, he, 'tis he: oh, that's well said, the Some good man bear him carefully from hence; I'll fetch the general's surgeon. For you, mistress, Saveyou your labour. Hethat lyes slain here, Cassio, Was my dear friend. What malice was between
you ? Cas. None in the world; nor do I know the man. Iago. What, look you pale ?-oh, bear him out
oʻth' air. Stay you, good gentlemen. Lookyou pale, mistress? Do you perceive the ghastness of her eye?
[To Bianca. Nay, if you stare, we shall hear more anon. Behold her well; I pray you, look upon her ; Do you see, gentlemen ? nay, guiltiness Will speak, though tongues were out of use.
Enter Æmilia. Æmil. Alas, what is the matter? What is the matter, husband ?
Iago. Cassio hath there been set on in the dark By Rodorigo, and fellows that are 'scaped : He's almost slain, and Rodorigo dead.
Æmil. Alas, good gentleman! alas good Cassio !
Bian. Hesupp'dat my house, but I therefore shake
not. lago. Oh, did he so? I charge you go with me. Æmil. Ob fie upon thee, strumpet!
Bian. I am no strumpet, but of life as honest As you that thus abuse me.
Æmil. As I-fie upon thee!.
Iago. Kind gentlemen, let's see poor Cassiodrest. Come, mistress, you must tell's another tale. Æmilia, run you to the citadel, And tell my lord and lady what hath happened : Will you go on afore -—This is the night. That either makes me, or foredoes me quite.
[Exeunt, Iago following. SCENE—a Bed-chamber; DESDEMONA is dis
covered asleep in her Bed. Enter Othello, with a Light and a Sword.
Oth. It is the cause, it is the cause, my soul;--(76) Let me not name it to you, you chaste stars ! It is the cause.—Yet I'll not shed her blood,
(76) It is the cause; it-it. After the many allusions to the marks of numbers exhibited by different characters in the moon, both in this play and in King Lear, (more distinctly, indeed, in that, than in this;) the reader may not be indisposed to admil, in explanation of this most strange and repeated expression, that the characters which forin
Nor scar that whiter skin of hers than snow,
[Lays down the Sword. And smooth as monumental alabaster. Yet she must die else she'll betray more men. Put out the light, and, then put out the light ! (77) If I quench thee thou flaming minister, I can again thy former light restore, Should I repent: but once put out thy light, Thou cunningest pattern of excelling nature, I know not where is that Promethean heat, That can thy light relumine
[Sets down the Taper..
Othello's hand, and which appear on Desdemona's shoulder, have a near resemblance to the word it, as drawn in
(77) If I quench thee, &c. There has been much question about the manner of pronouncing this passage; but if the first part of it be referred to the taper only, (as formed out of the streaks of light on Cassio's body,) and the latter part, not merely to the death of Desdemona (in character), but to the obscuration, or extinction rather, of the part of the moon which forms her prototype, the difficulty will be removed.
When I have plucked thy rose, (78)
[Kissing her: Oh balmy breath, that dost almost persuade [more; Justice to break her sword !- One more; one Be thus when thou art dead, and I will kill thee, And love thee after. --One more, that's the last; So sweet, was ne'er so fatal! I must weep,
But they are cruel tears : this sorrow's heavenly ; · It strikes, where it doth loveShe wakes
Des. Who's there? Othello ?
Oth. If you bethink yourself of any crime
Des. Alack, my lord,
(78) Thy rose. At the bottom of Desdemona's face there is the likeness of a rose, of which the stalk, leaves, and prickles, estend over the rest of her person: there is frequent reference to this rose-like appearance, both in Hudibras and in the plays, and perhaps in the name of Rodorigo, whose prototype is situate thereabout.
Oth. Well, do it, and be brief; I will walk by.
Des. Talk you of killing?
Des. And yet I fear you: for you're fatal then, When your eyes roll so. Why I should fear I
know not, Since guilt I know not: yet, 1 feel, I fear,
Oth. Think on thy sins, · Des. They're loves I bear to you.
Oth. Ay, and for that thou diest. [ing!
Des. That death's unnatural, that kills for loy-
Oth. Peace, and be still.
[Cassio. Which I so loved, and gave thee, thou gavest
Des. No, by my life and soul: send for the man, And ask him.