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And sweet revenge grows harsh.
Des. 0, falsely, falsely murder'd !
Alas! what cry's that?
Emil. Out, and alas! that was my lady's voice:--
Des. A guiltless death I die.
O, who hath done
Des. Nobody; I myself; farewel:
Oth. Why, how should she be murder'd?
Alas, who knows?
Oth. She's, like a liar, gone to burning hell; 'Twas I that kill'd her. Emil.
O, the more angel she,
the blacker devil!
Thou art rash as fire, to say
Oth. Cassio did tup her; ask thy husband else.
Emil. My husband?
Ay, with Cassio.
Nay, had she been true,
Emil. My husband?
Ay, 'twas he that told me first;
My husband! Oth. What needs this iterance, woman? I say,
thy husband. Emil. O mistress, villainy hath made mocks with
love!My husband say, that she was false? Oth.
He, woman; I
say, thy husband; Dost understand the word? My friend, thy husband, honest, honest Iago.
Emil. If he say so, may his pernicious soul Rot half a grain a day! he lies to the heart; She was too fond of her most filthy bargain.
Emil. Do thy worst:
Peace, you were best. Emil. Thou hast not half the power to do me
harm, As I have to be hurt. O gull! O dolt! As ignorant as dirt! thou hast done a deed, — I care not for thy sword; I'll make thee known, Though I lost twenty lives:–Help! help, ho! help! The Moor has kill'd my mistress; Murder! mur
Enter Montano, Gratiano, and Iago. Mon, What is the matter?-How now, general?
Emil. O, are you come, Iago? you have done well, That men must lay their murders on your neck.
Gra. What is the matter?
Emil. Disprove this villain, if thou be'st a man: He says, thou told’st him that his wife was false; I know, thou didst not, thou’rt not such a villain; Speak, for my heart is full.
Iago. I told him what I thought; and told no
Than what he found himself was apt and true.
Emil. But did you ever tell him, she was false? Iago. I did.
Emil. You told a lie; an odious, damned lie; Upon my soul, a lie; a wicked lie: She false with Cassio!–Did you say, with Cassio? Iago. With Cassio, mistress; Go to, charm your
tongue. Emil. I will not charm my tongue; I am bound
All. O heavens, forefend!
Villainy, villainy, villainy!-
Iago. What, are you mad? I charge you, get you
Oth. 0! 0! O! O! [Hanging over his wife.
Nay, lay thee down, and roar;
O, she was foul!-
[Rising. I scarce did know you, uncle: There lies your niece, Whose breath, indeed, these hands have newly
Gra. Poor Desdemona! I am glad thy father's dead;
Oth. ?Tis pitiful: but yet Iago knows,
Emil. O heaven! O heavenly powers!
Come, hold your peace. .
Emil. 'Twill out, 'twill out:-I hold my peace,
No, I will speak as liberal as the air;
I will not.
[Iago offers to stab his wife. Gra.
Fie! Your sword upon a woman? Emil. O thou dull Moor! that handkerchief
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.
Villainous 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, gentlemen: 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?-Precious villain!
Gra. The woman falls; sure, he has kill'd his wife.