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They do not point on me.

Oth.

Peace, and be still!

Des. I will so: what's the matter?

ACT

Oth. That handkerchief, which I so loved, and

gave thee,

Thou gavest to Cassio.

Des.

No, by my life and soul;

Sweet soul, take heed,

Send for the man, and ask him.

Oth.

Take heed of perjury: thou 'rt on thy death-bed.

Des. Ay, but not yet to die.

Oth.

Yes, presently:

Therefore confess thee freely of thy sin;

For to deny each article with oath,

Cannot remove nor choke the strong conception,
That I do groan withal. Thou art to die.

Des. Then, Lord have mercy on me!

Oth.

I say, Amen.

Des. And have you mercy too!—I never did
Offend you in my life; never loved Cassio,
But with such general warranty of Heaven
As I might love: I never gave him token.

Oth. By heaven, I saw my handkerchief in his

hand.

O perjured woman! thou dost stone my heart;
And makest me call, what I intend to do.
A murder, which I thought a sacrifice :

I saw the handkerchief.

Des.

He found it then;

I never gave it him.—Send for him hither,
And let him confess a truth.

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Honest Iago hath ta'en order for 't.

Des. My fear interprets then.-What, is he dead?

Oth. Had all his hairs been lives, my great

revenge

Had stomach for them all.

Des. Alas! he is betray'd, and I undone.

Oth. Out, strumpet! Weep'st thou for him to my face?

Des. O, banish me, my lord, but kill me not.
Oth. Down, strumpet!

Des. Kill me to-morrow; let me live to-night.
Oth. Nay, if you strive,-

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Emi. [within.] My lord, my lord! what ho! my

lord, my lord!

Oth. What noise is this?-Not dead, not yet quite dead?

I. that am cruel, am yet merciful;

I would not have thee linger in thy pain.

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