The Dramatic Works of Shakespeare

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; 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 Montano and Gratiano.

Oth. I am not valiant neither,

Lod. Wrench his sword from him.

Iago. 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. O thou Othello, that was 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 hate, but all in honour.
Lod. This wretch hath part confess'd his villainy;
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 shall understand what hath befall'n, Which, as I think, you know not: here is a letter,

And here, another: the one of them imports

Found in the pocket of the slain Roderigo;

Hark, can'st thou hear me? I will play the swan,
And die in music; - Willow, willow, willow.--
Moor, she was chaste; she lov'd thee, cruel Moor:
So come my soul to bliss, as I speak true;

The death of Cassio to be untertook

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;

O, here it is: Uncle, I must come forth.

Gra. [Within.] If thou attemptit, 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 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 impediments,
Than twenty times your stop:-but, O 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, here is my butt,
And very sea-mark 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 as thy smock! when we shall meet at compt,
This look of thine will hurl my soul from heaven,
And fiends will snatch at it. Cold, 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! 0!

Enter LODOVICO, MONTANO, Cassio carried in a chair. and Officers, with IAGO, 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 forth!
Oth. I look down towards his feet;-but that's a fable:
If that thou be'st a devil, I cannot kill thee.

[Othello wounds Iago.

lago set him on.

Lod. You must forsake this room, and go with us; Your power and your command is taken off, And Cassio rules in Cyprus. For this slave, If there be any cunning 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 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 Júdean, threw a pearl away,
Richer than all his tribe; of one, whose subdu'd eyes,
Albeit unused to the melting mood,

Drop tears as fast, as the Arabian trees
Their medicínal 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 him-thus.

Lod. O Spartan dog,
More fell than anguish, hunger, or the sea!
Look on the tragic loading of this bed; [To Iago.

[Stabs himself. This is thy work! the object poisons sight;

Lord. O bloody period! Let it be hid! - Gratiano, keep the house, Gra. All, that's spoke, is marr'd. And seize upon the fortunes of the Moor, Oth. I kiss'd thee, ere I kill'd thee; no way but For they succeed to you.-To you, lord governor, [Falling upon Desdemona. Remains the censure of this hellish villain;

this, Killing myself, to die upon a kiss. [Dies. The time, the place, the torture, - O enforce it! Cas. This did I fear, but thought he had no weapon, Myself will straight aboard; and, to the state, For he was great of heart.

This heavy act with heavy heart relate. [Exeunt.

LEIPSIC,

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THE END.

Jay, that's oitiin: int yet the pilty of it, -0, lagn, the giny of itt, lagn!

If you are so finud over her iniquity, give
ment to seul, f, if it och ant you, it

I will chup her into mesesofthaili me!
fis ful in her..
With mine affiner!
That's fuller

Get me some prism, Ingo this night-
expostulate with her, lest her body and beauty
ide my mind again this night, lagn!
Do it as with prison: strangle her in her

ven the bed she hatth contenuatted
Good, guod: the juttive of it pilnses

And, for Camiin, let me bellis undertalker aill hear move by müdigit.

A trunges within. Follient grod-What trumpet is that same? Something fimm Venice, ove. Tis Ladowiien, Hoon the duke and see, you wille is with hin

Lound Avendanas.

Save you, worthy gmeni

With all my heart, sir!!

The duke and senatus of Venice greet you. [Goves him a priest.

kiss the instrument of their pileuses.

Lod. Is this the aule Mom, whom our full senate
Call-all-in-all sulfit-This the noble natu
Whom passion comidant shalle? wlinse sulid virtue
The slut of ancient, aur dart of chance,
Could neittier gram, aur gaze?
Maga. He is much chung
Lad. Act his wits sulle is he not light of brain?
lugn. Bristhutheismayant lineate my censte
What he might be
what in might, he is not,
I would to haven, he wa
Load. What sulke his wife

lugu. Faith, that was ant veille yet "would
Thut stone would prove the want.
Land. Is it his?

[Opera the parket, and ends. Or did the letters work upon his Blood

And what's the news, good emmin Lodovino? And new-matte tiis fault?

I am very glad to see you, siguйте!

me to Cyprus

Lives, sir!!

Cousin, there's faillin between him and my

Find Homach int you shall make all weill

Hoe you sure of that?

This fail you out to do, as you will

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we them, fine the live

Five and heimame!!

Be you wiset?
What, is he angry?
Hay be, the letter mo
I fiinik, they сили
Casio in his go

Des. What is your ple

Oth. Let me see your Lork in my face!

Des. What horrible f

Ouk. Some of your fun Leure procreants alone, Cough, ar cry-hem, Your mystery, your my

Dez. Upon my knees, w
I understand a fury in
But not the words.

Qui. Why, what art t
Des. Your wife, my lo
And loyal wife.
Ork. Come, swear it,
Lest, being like one of
Should fear to seize

Swear-thou are hone
Den. Heaven doth tru
Otk. Heaven truly kno
Dex. To whom, my
false?

Onk. O Desdemona!-
Des. Alas, the hear
Am I the occasion of
, haply, you my fath
An instrument of this
Lay aut your blame on
Why, I have lost him
Onk. Had it pleas'd b
To try me with afflict
All kinds of sores, am
Snerp'd me in poverty
Goren to captivity
Valiumid have found

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see your eyes?

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orrible fancy's this?

ts alone, and shut the door;

- hem, if any body come:

your mystery; -nay, dispatch!

rds.

hat art thou?

fe, my lord! your true

wear it, damn thyself;

one of heaven, the devils themselves seize thee: therefore be double

are honest!

loth truly know it.

ruly knows, that thou art false as hell. n, my lord? with whom? How am I

I pray you, turn the key, and keep our counsel. [Exit.
Emil. Alas, what does this gentleman conceive? -
How do you, madam? how do you, my good lady?
Des. 'Faith, half asleep.

Emil. Good madam, what's the matter with my lord?
Des. With who?

Emil. Why, with my lord, madam!
Des. Who is thy lord?

Emil. He that is yours, sweet lady!
Des. I have none. Do not talk to me, Emilia;
I cannot weep; nor answer I have none,

e heavy day! - Why do you weep? Lay on my bed my weeding sheets, remember;

mona!-away! away! away!

Fon of these tears, my lord?

my father do suspect,

of this your calling back,

-st him too.

Leas'd heaven

lame on me; if you have lost him, How have I been behav'd, that he might stick

affliction; had he rain'd

res, and shames, on my bare head; overty to the very lips;

ity me and my utmost hopes; ound in some part of my soul ce: but (alas!) to make me the time of scorn

moving finger at,

ches porn!

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