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Behold her well; I pray you, look upon her; Have mercy on me!
Amen, with all my heart ! Though tongues were ont of use. (speak, Des. If you say so, I hope you will not kill Enter EMILIA. | Oth. Humph!
(me. Emil. ’Las, what's the matter; what's the Des. And yet I fear you: for you are fatal then, matter, husband ?
When your eyes roll so: Why I should fear, I lago. Cassio hath here been set on in the dark,
know not, By Roderigo, and fellows that are 'scap'd ; Since guiltiness I know not; but yet I feel, I fear, He's almost slain, and Roderigo dead,
Oth. Think on thy sins. Emil. Alas, good gentleman! alas, good Cas- Des.
They are loves I bear to you. sio!
[Emilia, Oth, Ay, and for that thou diest. [loving:Iago. This is the fruit of whoring:-'Pr’ythee, Des. That death's unnatural, that kills for Go know of Cassio where he supp'd to-night :- Alas, why gnaw you so your nether lip? What, do you shake at that?
Some bloody passion shakes your very frame: Bian. He supp'd at my house; but I there- These are portents; but yet, I hope, I hope, fore shake not.
They do not point on me. Iago. 0, did he so? I charge you, go with me.
Peace, and be still! Emil. Fye, fye upon thee, strumpet!
Des. I will so: What's the matter? Biar.. I am no strumpet; but of life as honest, Oth. That handkerchief, which I so lov'd, and As you that thus abuse me.
Thou gav'st to Cassio.
[gave thee, Emil. As I? foh! fye upon thee! Des.
No, by my life and soul; lago. Kind gentlemen, let's go see poor Cas-Send for the man, and ask him. sio dress'd:
Sweet soul, take heed, Come, mistress, you must tell us another tale.- Take heed of perjury: thou'rt on thy death-bed. Emilia, run you to the citadel,
Des. Ay, but not yet to die. And tell my lord and lady, what has happ'd.
Yes, presently ; Will you go on, I pray;-This is the night, I
Therefore confess thee freely of thy sin;
paside. For to deny each article with oath, [tion, That either makes me, or foredoes me quite.
Cannot remove, nor choke, the strong concep
(Exeunt. \ That I do groan withal. Thou art to die. SCENE II. A Bedchamber : DESDEMOXA in Bed
Des. Then, Lord have mercy on me!
I say, amen. asleep. A Light burning.
Des. And have you mercy too! I never did Enter OTHELLO,
Offend you in my life; aever lov'd Cassio, Oth, It is the cause, it is the cause, my soul, But with such general warrantry of heaven, Let me pot name it to you, you chaste stars !
-As I night love : I never gave him token, It is the cause.-Yet I'll not shed her blood; Oth. By heaven, I saw my handkerchief in Nor scar that whiter skin of her's than snow,
his hand. And smooth as monumental alabaster.
O perjur'd woman! thou dost stone my heart,
[Takes of his sword. And maks't me call what I intend to do,-Yet she must die, or else she'll betray more men. (A murder which I thought,)-a sacrifice : Put out the light, and then-Put out the light! I saw the handkerchief. If I quench thee, thou flaming minister,
He found it then ; I can again thy former light restore,
I never gave it him :-Send for him hither, Should I repent me :--but once put out thine, And let him confess a truth. Thou cunning'st pattern of excelling nature,
He hath copfess'd. I know not where is that Promethean heat,
Des. What, my lord ?
How ? unlawfully ? It needs must wither:- I'll smell it on the tree.
Oth. Ay. [Kissing her,
He'll not say so. O balmy breath, that doth almost persuade Oth.
No, his mouth is stopp'd ; Justice to break her sword !-One more, one Honest Iago hath ta'en order for't. (dead ? more.
Des. My fear interprets then,- What, is he Be thus when thou art dead, and I will kill thee,
Oth. Had all his liairs been lives, my great And love thee after :-One more, and this the Had stomach for them all.
Des. Alas! he is betray'd, and I undone. So sweet was ne'er so fatal. I must weep, Oth. Out, strumpet! Weep'st thou for him to But they are cruel tears; this sorrow's heavenly;
my face? It strikes where it doth love.---She wakes- Des, 0, banish me, my lord, but kill me not. Des. Who's there? Othello?
Oth. Down, strumpet! Oth.
Ay, Desdemona. Des. Kill me to-morrow, let me live to-night. Des. Will you come to bed, my lord ?
Oth, Nay, if you strive, Oth. Have you pray'd to-night, Desdemona ?
But half an hour.
Ay, my lord.
Being done, Oth. If you bethink yourself of any crime,
There is no pause. Unreconcil'd as yet, to heaven and grace,
But while I say one prayer. Solicit for it straight.
[Ho smother's her. Des. Alas, my lord, what may you mean by Emil. [Within.) My lord, my lord! what hu?
Oth. Well, do it, and be brief; I will walk by; my lord ! my lord! I would not kill thy unprepared spirit;
Oth. What noise is this? Not dead! not yet No.---Heaven forfend!- I would not kill thy quite dead? Des. Talk you of killing?
(soul.! I, that am cruel, am yet merciful : Oth. Ay, I do.
I would not have thee linger in thy pain.Des. Then, heaven! So, so.
Ay, 'twas he that told me first; Olh
Who's there? An honest man he is, and hates the slime Emil. (Within.] 0, good my lord, I would That sticks on filthy deeds. speak a word with you. (dead. Encil.
My husband? Oth. Yes :-'tis Emilia :--by and by:-She's Oth. What needs this iterance, woman? I say, 'Tis like she comes to speak of Cassio's death : thy husband.
(with love! The noise was high.-Ha! no more moving? Emil. Ó mistress, villany hath made mocks Still as the grave. She shall come in? Were't My husband say, that she was false? good ?
He, woman. I think she stirs again:-No.- What's the best? I say, thy husband: Dost understand the word? If she come in, she'll sure speak to my wife : My friend, thy husband, honest, honest Iago. My wife! my wife! what wife?-I have no wife: Emil. If he say so, may his pernicious soul O insupportable! ( heavy hour!
Rot half a grain a day! he lies to the heart; Methinks it should be now a huge eclipse She was too fond of her most filthy bargain. Of sun and moon; and that the affrighted globe Oth. Ha! Should yawn at alteration.
Do thy worst: Emil
. Within.) I do beseech you I may speak This deed of thine is no more worthy heaven, O, good my lord!
(with you, Than thou waat worthy her. Oth. I had forgot thee: 0, come in, Emilia:- Olh.
Peace, you were best. Soft.-by and by :- Let me the curtains draw.- Emil. Thou hast not half the power to do me Where art thou ? What's the matter with thee harm, now?
[Unlocks the door. As I have to be hurt. O gull! O dolt! Enter EMILIA.
As ignorant as dirt! thou hast done a deed, Emil. O, good my lord, yonder's foul murder I care not for thy sword; I'll make thee known, Oth. What? now?
(done. Though I lost twenty lives :-Help! help, ho! Emil. But now, my lord !
(murder! Oth. It is the very error of the moon; The Moor has kill'd my mistress : Murder She comes more ,near the earth than she was Enter MONTAXO, GRATIANO, and IAGO. And makes men mad.
(wont; Mon. What is the matter?--How now,general? Emil. Cassio, my lord, has kill'd a yonng Ve- Emil. O, are you come, Iago? you have done Call'd-Roderigo.
(netian, well, Roderigo kill'd!
That men must lay their murders on your neck. And Cassio kill'd ?
Gra, What is the matter?
No, Cassio is not kill'd. Emil. Disprove this villain, if thou beest a Oth. Not Cassio kill'd? Then murder's out of He says, thon told'st him that his wife was false : And sweet revenge grows harsh. (tune, I know, thou didst not, thou’rt not such a villain; Des. O, falsely, falsely murder'd!
Speak, for my heart is full.
Alas! what cry is that? Iago. I told him what I thought; and told no Oh. Tnat! what?
(voice :- Than what he found himself was apt and true. Emil. Out, and alas! that was my lady's Emil. But did you ever tell him, she was false? Help! help! oh! help!--O lady, speak again! lago. I did. Sweet Desdemona! O, sweet mistress, speak! Emil. You told a lie; an odious damned lie; Des. A guiltless death I die.
Upon my soul, a lie; a wicked lie : Emil,
0, who hath done she false with Cassio!–Did you say with Cassio? This deed?
lago. With Cassio, mistress; Go to, charm DAR. Nobody; I myself; farewell:
your tongue. Commend me to my kind lord ; 0, farewell. Emil, I will not charm my tongue; I am
(Dies. bound to speak; 0h. Why, how should she be murderd? My mistress here lies murder'd in her bed. Emil Alas, who knows? AU. O heavens forfend!
[on. Oth. You heard her say herself, it was not I. Emil. And your reports have set the murler Emil. She said so; I must needs report the Oth. Nay,stare not, masters; it is true, indeed. truth.
Gra. 'Tis a strange truth Oth. She's like a liar, gone to burning hell; Mon. O monstrous act! 'Twas I that kill'd her.
Villany, villany, villany! Emil.
O, the more angel she, I think upon't,- I think,- I smellt;-0 illany! And you the blacker devil!
I thought so then;--I'll kill myself for grief.--
Thou art rash as fire, to say Emil. Good gentlemen, let me have leave to That she was false; 0, she was heavenly true; / 'Tis proper I obey him, but not now:
Oth. Cassiodid tup her; ask thy husband else. Perchance, lago, I will ne'er go home. 0.1 were damn'd beneath all depth in hell, Oth. 0! 0! O! (Hanging over his wife But that I did proceed upon just grounds, Emil.
Nay, lay thee down and roar; To this extremity; Thy husband knew it all. For thou hast kill'd the sweetest innocent, Emil. My husband ?
That e'er did lift up eye. Oth. Thy husband.
O, she was foul!Ennil. That she was false to wedlock?
Ay, with Cassio, I scarce did know you, uncle: There lies your Nav, had she been true,
(stopp'd If heaven would make me such another world whose breath indeed, these hands have newly of one entire and perfect chrysolite,
I know, this act shows horrible and grim. I'd not have sold her for it
Gra. Poor Desdemons! I am glad thy father's Fimi.. My husband ?
Thy match was mortal to him, and pure grief ! A better never did itself sustain
Than twenty times your stop :-But, О vain Oth. 'Tis pitiful: but yet lago knows,
boast ! That she with Cassio hath the act of shame Who can control his fate? 'tis not so now. A thousand times committed; Cassio confess'd Be not afraid, though you do see me weapon'd; And she did gratify his amorous works [it: Here is my journey's end, here is my butt, With that recognizance and pledge of love And very seamark of my utınost sail. Which I first gave her; I saw it in his hand; Do you go back dismay'd ? 'tis a lost fear; It was a handkerchief, an antique token Man but a rush against Othello's breast, My father gave my mother.
And he ret S;- Where shou Othello go? Emil. O heaven! ( heavenly powers! Now, how dost thou look now? () ill-starr'd layo. Come, hold your peace.
Wench! Emil. "Twill out, 'twill out;-I hold my Pale as thy smock! when we shall meet at compt, peace, sir? no;
This look of thine will hurl my soul from heaven, No, I will speak as liberal as the air; And fiends will snatch at it. Cold, cold, my giri? Let heaven, and men, and devils, let them all, Even like thy chastity:-All, all, cry shame against me, yet I'll speak. O carsed, cursed slave :- Whip me, ye devils, layo. Be wise, and get you home.
From the possession of this heavenly sight! Emil.
I will not. Blow me about in winds! roast me in sulphur! (IAGO offers to stab his wife. Wash me in steep-down gulty of liquid fire ! Gra.
Fye! O Desdemona! Desdemona! dead? Yonr sword upon a woman?
Dead ? ()! ()! () ! Emil. O thou dull Moor! that handkerchief Enter Lodovico, MONTANO, Cassio, carried in a thou speak'st of,
Chair, and Others, with Iago, prisoner. I found by fortune, and did give my husband; Lod. Where is this rash and most unfortunate For often, with a solemn earnestness
man? (More than, indeed, belong'd to such a trifle,) Oth. That's he, that was Othello; here I am. He beggd of me to steal it.
Lod. Where is that viper? bring the villain Iago.
Villanous whore !
(a table, Emil. She give it Cassio! no, alas; I found it, Oth. I look down towards his feet--but that's And I did give't my husband.
If that thou be'st a devil, I cannot kill thee. Jago. Filth, thou liest.
(OTHELLO wounds lago. Emil. By heaven, I do not; I do not, gentle
Lod. Wrench his sword from him. men:
I bleed, sir; but not kill'd. O murd'rous coxcomb! what should such a fool Oth. I am not sorry neither; I'd have thee live; Do with so good a wife?
For, in my sense, 'tis happiness to die. [Iago stabs Emilia, then runs out, Lod. ( thou Othello, that wast once so good, Oth.
Are there no stones in heaven, Fall'n in the practice of a cursed slave.
Why, any thing:
Lod. This wretch hath part confess'd his vilMon. 'Tis a notorious villain. Take you this lany: weapon,
Did you and he consent in Cassio's death ? Which I have here recover'd from the Moor:
Oth. Ay. Come, guard the door without; let him not pass,
Cas. Dear general, I never gave you cause. Bnt kili him rather; I'll after that same villain,
Oth. I do believe it, and I ask your pardon. For 'tis & damned slave.
Will you, I pray yon, demand that demi-devil, (Exeunt MONTANO and GRATIANO. Why he hath thus ensnar'd my soul and body Oth.
I am not valiant neither, lago, Demand me nothing : What you know, But every puny whipster gets my sword :
you know : But why should honour outlive honesty ? From this time forth I never will speak word. Let it go all.
Lod. What! not to pray? Emil. What did thy song bode, lady? Gr.
Torments will ope your lips. Hark, canst thou hear me? I will play the swan, Oth. Well, thon dost best.
(fallin, And pie in musick ;---Willow, willow, willow.- Lod. Sir, you shall understand what hath beMoor, she was chaste; she lovd thee, cruel Which, as I think, you know pot: Here is a letter, Moor;
Found in the pocket of the slain Roderigo : So come my soul to bliss, as I speak true; And here another: the one of them imports So speaking as I think, I die,- i die. [Dies. The death of Cassio to be undertook
oin. I have another weapon in this chamber, By Roderigo. It is a sword of Spain, the ice brook's temper! Oth. O villain ! O, here it is :- Uncle, I must come forth.
Cas. Most heathenish, and most gross ! Gra. [Within.] If thou attempt it, it will cost Lod. Now here's another discontented paper, thee dear;
Found in his pocket too : and this, it seems, Thou hast no weapon, and perforce must suffer. Roderigo meant to have sent this damned vil
Oth. Look in upon me then, and speak with me, But that belike, lago, in the interim, [lain; Or, naked as I am, I will assault thee.
Came in and satisfied him,
O the pernicious caitiff! Grue. What is the matter?
How came you, Cassio, by that handkerchief Oth. Behold! I have a weapon ;l That was my wife's ?
I found it in my chamber : Like the base Judean, threw a pearl away, And he himself confess'd, but even now, Richer than all his tribe; of one, whose subdu'd That there he dropp'd it, for a special purpose, Albeit unused to the melting mood, [eyes, Which wrought to his desire.
Drop tears as fast as the Arabian trees Oth,
O fool! fool! fool! Their medicinal gum. Set you down this : Cas. There is, besides, in Roderigo's letter - And say, besides,—that in Aleppo once, How he upbraids Iago, that he made him Where a malignant and a turband Turk Brave me upon the watch ; whereon it came Beat a Venetian, and traduc'd the state, That I was cast; And even but now he spake, I took by the throat the circumcised dog, After long seeming dead,-Iago hurt him, And smote him-thus.
[Stabs himself. lago set him on.
Lod. O bloody period ! Lod. You must forsake this room, and go Gra.
All, that's spoke, is marrd. with us;
Oth. I kiss'd thee, ere 1 kill'd thee ;--No way Your power and your command is taken off,
but this, (Falling upon DESDEMONA. And Cassio rules in Cyprus. For this slave, Killing myself, to die upon a kiss. (Dies. If there be any cunning cruelty,
Cas. This did I fear, but thought he had no That can torment him much, and hold him long, weapon; It shall be his: You shall close prisoner rest, For he was great of heart. Till that the nature of your fault be known Lod.
O Spartan dog, To the Venetian state : --Come, bring him away. More fell than anguish, hunger, or the sea !
Oth. Soft you; a word or two, before you go. Look on the tragick loading of this bed ;
(TO LAGO know it;
This is thy work: the object poisons sight; No more of that;-I pray you, in your letters, Let it be hid. Gratiano, keep the house, When you shall these unlucky deeds relate, And seize upon the fortunes of the Moor, Speak of me as I am; nothing extenuate, For they succeed to you.-To you ,lord governor Nor set down aught in malice : then must you Remains the censure of this hellish villain; speak
The time, the place, the torture,-0 enforce it! Of one, that lov'd not wisely, but too well;. Myself will straight aboard ! and, to the state, Of one not easily jealous, but, being wrought, This heavy act with heavy heart relate. Perplex'd in the extreme'; of one, whose hand,
Thrice fairer than myself, (thus she began,
The field's chief flower, sweet above compare, Stain to all nymphs, more lovely than a man,
More white and red than doves or roses are; Vilia miretur vulgus, mihi flavus Apollo
Nature that made thee, with herself at strife, Pocula Castalia plena ministret aqua.-Ovid. Saith, that the world hath ending with thy life.
Vouchsafe, thou wonder, to alight thy steed,
And rein his proud head to the saddle-bow ; TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE HENRY If thou wilt deign this favour, for thy meed WRIOTHESLY,
A thousand honey secrets shalt thou know : Earl of Southampton, and Baron of T'ich field.
Here come and sit, where never serpent hisses,
And being set, I'll smother thee with kisses : Right HONOURABLE,—I know not how I shall And yet not cloy thy lips with loath'd satiety, offend in dedicating my unpolished lines to your lordship, nor how the world will censure me for
But rather famish them amid their plenty, choosing so strong a prop to support so weak a Making them red and pale with fresh variety; burthen: only, if your honour seem but pleased, a summer's day will seem an hour but short,
Ten kisses short as one, one long as twenty: I account myself highly praised, and vow to take advantage of all idle hours, till I have ho- Being wasted in such time-beguiling sport. noured you with some graver labour. But if With this she seizeth on his sweating palm, the first heir of my invention prove deformed, The precedent of pith and livelihood, I shall be sorry it had so noble a godfather, And, trembling in her passion, calls it balm, and never after ear so barren a land, for fear it Earth's sovereign salve to do a goddess good : yield me still so bad a harvest. I leave it to Being so enrag'd, desire doth lend her force your honourable survey, and your honour to Courageously to pluck him from his horse. your heart's content; which I wish may always answer your own wish, and the world's hopeful Over one arm the lusty courser's rein,
Under her other was the tender boy,
Who blush'd and pouted in a dull disdain,
With leaden appetite, unapt to toy;
He red for shame, but frosty in desire.
Had ta'en his last leave of the weeping morn, Nimbly she fastens ; (0, how quick is love !) Rose-cheek'd Adonis hied him to the chase; The steed is stalled up, and even now
Hunting he lov'd, but love he laugh'd to scorn: To tie the rider sbe begins to prove: Sick-thoughted Venus makes amain unto him, Backward she push'd him, as shewould be thrust, And like a bold-fac'd suitor 'gins to woo him. And govern'd him in strength, though not in lust,