lago. Lend me a garter: So.-O, for a chair, | SCENE II-A Bedchamber: DESDEMONA in To bear him easily hence! Bed asleep.-A. Light burning. Bian. Alas, he faints:-O Cassio! Cassio! Iago. Gentlemen all, I do suspect this trash Patience awhile, good Cassio.-Come, come; Gra. What, of Venice? lago. Even he, Sir; did you know him? Gra. Know him? ay. pardon; lago. Signior Gratiano? I cry you gentle [ners, These bloody accidents must excuse my manThat so neglected you. Gra. I am glad to see you. lago. How do you, Cassio?-O, a chair, a lago. [To BIAN.] What, look you pale? Do you perceive the gastness of her eye?— Enter EMILIA. Emil. 'Las, what's the matter; what's the matter, husband? Iago. Cassio hath here been set on in the By Roderigo, and fellows that are scap'd; Emil. las, good gentleman! alas, good Iago. This is the fruit of whoring.-Pr'y- Go know of Cassio where he supp'd tonight: What, do you shake at that? Bian. He supp'd at my house, but I ther?fore shake not. Iago. O, did he so? I charge you, go with Enter OTHELLO. Oth. It is the cause, it is the cause, my Let me not name it to you, you chaste stars!— [Takes off his Sword. I cannot give it vital life again, Oth. Humph! Des. And yet I fear you: for you are fatal then, When your eyes roll so: Why I should fear, I Since guiltiness I know not; but yet, I feel, Oth. Think on thy sins. Des. They are loves I bear to you. Des. That death's unnatural, that kills for Alas, why gnaw you so your nether lip? Oth. Peace, and be still! Des. I will so: What's the matter? Oth. That handkerchief, which I so lov'd, and gave thee, Thou gav'st to Cassio. Des. No, by my life and soul; Send for the man, and ask him. Oth. Sweet soul, take heed, [bed. Still as the grave. Shall she come in? Were good? [best I think, she stirs again:-No.-What's the Take heed of perjury; thou'rt on thy death-O, insupportable! O heavy hour! Des. Ay, but not yet to die. Oth. Yes, presently: [tion, Therefore confess thee freely of thy sin; Des. And have you mercy too!-I never did O perjur'd woman! thou dost stone my heart, Des. He found it then; I never gave it him-Send for him hither, Oth. He hath confess'd. Des. What, my lord? Oth. That he hath-us'd thee. Des. How? unlawfully? Oth. Ay. Des. He'll not say so. Oth. No, his mouth is stopp'd; Honest lago hath ta'en order for❜t.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. Methinks it should be now a huge eclipse O, good my lord! Oth. I had forgot thee: O, come in, Emilia:Soft,-by and by:-Let me the curtains [draw.Where art thou? What's the matter with thee now? [Unlocks the door. Help! help, ho! help!-O lady, speak again! This deed? Des. Nobody; I myself; farewell: Commend me to my kind lord; O, farewell. [Dies Oth. Why, how should she be murder'd? Oth. You heard her say herself, it was not. truth. Oth. She's, like a liar, gone to burning hell; 'Twas I that kill'd her. Emil. O, the more angel she, Oth. She turn'd to folly, and she was a Emil. Thou dost belie her, and thou art a devil. Oth. She was false as water. Emil. Thou art rash as fire, to say else. O, I were damn'd beneath all depth in hell, Oth. Thy husband. Emil. That she was false to wedlock? If heaven would make me such another world I say, thy husband: Dost understand the word? Emil. If he say so, may his pernicious soul Emil. Do thy worst: This deed of thine is no more worthy heaven, Oth. Peace, you were best. I thought so then;-I'll kill myself for grief.— Iago. What, are you mad? I charge you, get Emil. Good gentlemen, let me have leave to 'Tis proper I obey him, but not now :- Oth. O, she was foul! [Rising. I scarce did know you, uncle: There lies your niece, Whose breath, indeed, these hands have new- I know, this act shows horrible and grim. Thy match was mortal to him, and pure grief Emil. Thou hast not half the power to do Yea, curse his better angel from his side, me harm, As I have to be hurt. O gull! O dolt! Though I lost twenty lives :-Help! help, ho! The Moor has kill'd my mistress; Murder! murder ! Emil. You told a lie; an odious, damned lie; Iugo. With Cassio, mistress; Go to, charm your tongue. Emil. I will not charm my tongue; I am bound to speak; My mistress here lies murder'd in her bed. Emil. And your reports have set the murder And fall to reprobation. Oth. "Tis pitiful: but yet Iago knows, fess'd it: And she did gratify his amorous works Emil. O heaven! O heavenly powers! Emil. Twill out, 'twill out;-I hold my No, I will speak as liberal as the air; 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. Emil. Ay, ay; O, lay me by my mistress' side! Gra. He's gone, but his wife's kill'd. But kill him rather; I'll after that same villain, For 'tis a damned slave. [Exeunt MONTANO and GRATIANO. Emil. What did thy song bode, lady? swan, And die in music;-Willow, willow, willow.- So come my soul to bliss, as I speak true; O, here it is:-Uncle, I must come forth. Gra. [Within.] If thou attempt it, it will Thou hast no weapon, and perforce must suffer. me, Or, naked as I am, I will assault thee. Re-enter GRATIANO. Gra. What's the matter? 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 more impedi ments Than twenty times your stop:-But, O vain boast! Who can control his fate? 'tis not so now.- Pale as thy smock! when we shall meet at Even like thy chastity.— O cursed, cursed slave!-Whip me, ye devils, Enter LODOVICO, MONTANO, CASSIO, carried in a Chair, and Officers, with IAGO, prisoner. Lod. Where is this rash and most unfortun ate man? Oth. That's he, that was Othello; here I am. Lod. Where is that viper? bring the villain forth. Oth. I look down towards his feet;-but that's a fable: If that thou be'st a devil, I cannot kill thee. Oth. I am not sorry neither; I'd have u live; For, in my sense, 'tis happiness to die. Lod. O thou Othello, that was once so p 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; Did you and he consent in Cassio's death! Cas. Dear general, I never gave you caus Will you, I pray you, demand that demi-dev Oth. I do believe it, and I ask your parde Why he hath thus ensnar'd my soul and body lugo. Demand me nothing: What you know you know: From this time forth I never will speak word Gra. Torments will ope your lips. Lod. Sir, you shall understand what ha befall'n, Which, as I think, you know not: Here is a letter, Found in the pocket of the slain Roderigo; Oth. O villain! Cas. Most heathenish, and most gross! Lod. Now here's another discontented paper. Roderigo meant to have sent this damned vi Found in his pocket too; and this, it seems, lain; Came in and satisfied him. Oth. O the pernicious caitiff!— And he himself confess'd, but even now, Oth. O fool! fool! fool! Cas. There is, besides, in Roderigo's let ter, How he upbraids Iago, that he made him Lod. You must forsake this room, and go with us; Your power and your command is taken off, It shall be his: You shall close prisoner rest, 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, Steel is hardened by being put red-hot into very cold Of one, that lov'd not wisely, but too well; water. + Account. To see his feet be cloven. By the stratagem. one, not easily jealous, but, being wrought, plex'd in the extreme; of one, whose hand, te the base Júdean, threw a pearl away, her than all his tribe; of one, whose subdu'd eyes, beit unused to the melting mood, op tears as fast as the Arabian trees eir medicínal gum: Set you down this: id say, besides,-that in Aleppo once, here a malignant and a turban'd Turk at a Venetian, and traduc'd the state, ook by the throat the circumcised dog, ad smote him—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, [Fulling upon DESDEMONA. illing myself, to die upon a kiss. [Dies. THE END, |