No, his mouth is stopp'd:

Des. He'll not say so.
Oth.

Honest lago 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,

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.

So,

V

Emı. [within.] What ho! my lord, my lord !

Oth.

Who's there?

Emi. [within.] O, good my lord, I would speak a

word with you.

Oth. Yes; 'tis Emilia:-by and by. - She 's dead.

'Tis like she comes to speak of Cassio's death. The noise was high.-Ha! no more moving?

Still as the grave. Shall she come in? Were 't

good?

I think, she stirs again:-no. - What's the best?
If she come in, she 'll sure speak to my wife.-
My wife! my wife! what wife?-I have no wife.
O, insupportable! O, heavy hour!
Methinks, it should be now a huge eclipse

Of sun and moon; and that the affrighted globe
Should yawn at alteration.

Emi. [within.] I do beseech you I may speak

with you,

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.

Enter EMILIA.

Emi. O, good my lord, yonder 's foul murder

done.

Oth. What? now?

Emi.

But now, my lord

O.h. It is the very error of the moon : She comes more near the earth than she was wont, And makes men mad.

Eni. Cassio, my lord, has kill'a a young vene.

tian,

Call'd Roderigo.
Oth.

Roderigo kill'd,

No, Cassio is not kill'd.

And Cassio kill'd?
Emi.

Oth. Not Cassio kill'd? Then murder's out of

Emi. Out, and alas! that was my lady's voice :

Help! help, ho! help! - O lady, speak again!
Sweet Desdemona! O, sweet mistress, speak!

Des. A guiltless death I die.

Emi.

This deed?

O, who hath done

Des. Nobody; I myself: farewell.

Commend me to my kind lord: O, farewell. [dies.

Oth. Why, how should she be murder'd?

Emi.

Alas, who knows i

Oth. You heard her say herself, it was not 1.
Emi. She said so; I must needs report the truth.
Oth. She's, like a liar, gone to burning hell: