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Emil. O heaven ! O heavenly powers!
Iago.

Come, hold your peace.
Emil. 'Twill out,'twill out;-I hold my peace,

sir ? no;
No, I will speak as liberal as the air;
Let heaven, and men, and devils, let them all,
All, all, cry shame against me, yet I'll speak.

Iago. Be wise, and get you home.
Emil.

I will noi.

[IAGO offers to stab his wife. Gra.

Fye! Your sword upon a woman? Emil. O thon dull Moor! that bandkerchief

thou speak'st of, I found by fortune, and did give my husband; For often, with a 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. lago.

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?

(lago stabs EMILIA, then runs out. Oth,

Are there no stones in heaven, But what serve for the thunder?—Precious villain !

[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. Otk,

I am not valiant neither, But every puny wbipster 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 :-Uucle, 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.

Re-enter GRATIANO.
Gra. What is the inatter?
Oth.

Behold! I have a weapon ;
A better never did itself sustain
Upon a soldier's thigh: I have seen the day,
That, with this little arm, and this good sword,
I have made my way through moreimpediments
Than twenty times your stop :-But, vain

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, bere 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 asthy 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 Tago, prisoner. Lod. Where is this rash and most unfortunate

man ? Oth. That's he, 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.

TOTHELLO wounds LAGO. Lod. Wrench his sword from him. lago.

I bleed, sir; but not kill'd. Oth. I am not sorry neither; I'd have thee live; For, in my sense, 'tis happiness to die.

Lod. 0 thou Othello, that wast once so good, Fall’n in the practice of a cursed slave. What shall be said to thee? Oth.

Why, any thing: An honourable murderer, if

you will; For nought I did in bate, but all in honour. Lod. This wretch hath part confess'd bis vil

lany:
Did you and he consent in Cassio's death?

Oth. Ay.
Cas. Dear general, I never gave you cause.

Oth. I do believe it, and I ask your pardon. Will you, I pray you, demand that demi-devil, Why he hath thus ensnar'd my soul and body? Iago. Demand me nothing : What you know,

you know : From this time forth I never will speak word. Lod. What! not to pray? Gra,

Torments will ope your lips. Oth. Well, thou dost best. Lod. Sir, you sball understand what hath be

fall'n, Which, as I think, you know not: Here is a letter, Found in the pocket of the slain Roderigo; And here, another: the one of them imports The death of Cassio to be undertook By Roderigo. Oth, 0 villain ! Cas.

Most heathenish, and most gross! Lod. Now here's another discontented paper, Found in his pocket too: and this, it seems, Roderigo meant to have sent this damned 'vilBut that belike, Iago, in the interim, Came in and satisfied him. Oth.

O the pernicious caitiff !

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How came you, Cassio, by that handkerchief
That was my wife's?
Cas.

I found it in my chamber :
And he himself confess'd, but even now,
That there he dropp'd it, for a special parpose,
Which wrought to his desire.
Oth.

O fool! fool! fool!
Cas. There is, besides, in Roderigo's letter,-
How he upbraids Iago, 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 burt him,
Iago set him on.

Lod. You must forsake this room, and go
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

speak
Of one, that lov'd not wisely, but too well;
Of one not easily jealous, but, being wrought,
Perplex'd in the extreme; of one, whose hand,
Like the base Judean, threw a pearl away,
Ricber than all his tribe; of one, whose subdu'd

eyes,
Albeit unused to the melting mood,
Drop tears as fast as the Arabian trees
Tbeir medicinal gum. Set you down this:
And say, besides,—that in Aleppo once,
Where a malignant and a turban'd Turk
Beat a Venetian, and traduc'd the state,
I took by the throat the circumcised dog,
And smote bim-thus.

[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 opon a kíss. (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 ;

[10 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, For they 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.

[Exeunt.

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