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Des. Beshrew me, if I would do such a Of gold and jewels that I bobb'd from him, wrong
As gifts to Desdemona ; For the whole world.
79 It must not be : if Cassio do remain, Emil. Why the wrong is but a wrong i' the He hath a daily beauty in his life world : and having the world for your labor, That makes me ugly; and, besides, the Moor 'tis a wrong in your own world, and you | May unfold me to him ; there stand I in much might quickly make it right.
21 Des. I do not think there is any such wo- No, he must die. But so : I hear him coming. man,
Enter Cassio. Emil. Yes, a dozen ; and as many to the vantage as would store the world they played
Rod. I know his gait, 'tis he.- Villain, thou for.
[Makes a pass at Cascio. But I do think it is their husbands' faults
Cas. That thrust had been mine enemy inIf wives do fall : say that they slack their du
But that my coat is better than thou know'st: And pour our treasures into foreign laps, I will make proof of thine. Or else break out in peevish jealousies, 90
[Draws, and sounds Roderigo. Throwing restraint upon us ; or say they strike
0, I am slain ! us,
[Iago from behind wounds Cassio in th, Or scant our former having in despite ;
leg, and exi Why, we have galls, and though we have some Cas. I am maim'd for ever. Help, ho! grace,
murder ! murder!
(Falls. Yet have we some revenge. Let husbands know
Enter OTHELLO. Their wives have sense like them : they see and smell
Oth. The voice of Cassio : lago keeps bis
word. And have their palates both for sweet and sour, As husbands have. What is it that they do
Rod. O, villain that I am ! When they change us for others ? Is it sport ?
It is eren so. I think it is : and doth affection breed it ?
Cas. 0, help, ho ! light! a surgeon ! 30 I think it doth : is't frailty that thus errs ? 100
Oth. 'Tis he 0 brave lago, honest and It is so too : and have not we affections,
just, Desires for sport, and frailty, as men have ?
That hast such noble sense of thy friend's Then let them use is well : else let them know,
wrong! The ills we do, their ills instruct us so.
Thou teachest me. Minion, your dear lies Des. Good night, good night : heaven me
dead, such uses send,
And your unblest fate hies : strumpet, I come. Not to pick bad from bad, but by bad mend !
Forth of my heart those charms, thine eyes, [Exeunt.
are blotted ; Thy bed, lust-stain'd, shall with lust's blood be spotted.
[Erit. ACT V.
Enter Lopovico and GRATIAXO.
Cas. What, ho! no watch ? no passage ? SCENE I. Cyprus. A street.
murder ! murder ! Enter Iago and RODERIGO.
Gra. 'Tis some mischance ; the cry is very
direful. Iago. Here, stand behind this bulk ; straight
Cas. 0, help! will he coine :
Lod, Hark !
40 Wear thy good rapier bare, and put it home :
Rod. O wretched villain ! Quick, quick ; fear nothing ; I'll be at thy
Lod. Two or three groan : it is a heavy elbow:
night : It makes us, or it mars us ; think on that,
These may be counterfeits : let's think't unAnd fix most firm thy resolution.
safe Rod. Be near at hand ; I may miscarry in't.
To come iu to the cry without more help. layo. Here, at thy hand : be bold, and take
Rod. Nobody come ? then shall I bleed to thy stand.
death, Red. Thave no great devotion to the deed ;
Lod. Hark! And yet he hath given me satisfying reasons : "Tis but a man gone. Forth, my sword : he
Re-enter Lago, with a light. dies.
10 Gra. Here's one comes in his shirt, with Iago. I have rubb'd this young quat almost light and weapons. to the sense,
Iago. Who's there? whose noise is this And he grows angry. Now, whether he kill
that cries on murder? Cassio,
Lod. We do not know, Or Cassio him, or each do kill the other,
Did not you hear a cry! Every way makes my gain : live Roderigo, Cas. Here, here! for heaven's sake, help He calls me to a restitution large
What's the matter ? 50 Gra. This is Othello's ancient, as I take it. Lod. The same indeed ; a very valiant fel
low. Iago. What are you here that cry so griev
ously? Cas. lago? O, I am spoil'd, undone by
villains ! Give me some help. Iago. O me, lieutenant ! what villains have
done this ? Cas. I think that one of them is hereabout, And cannot make away. Iago.
O treacherous villains ! What are you there? come in, and give some
help. [To Lodovico and Gratiano. Rod. O, help me here !
60 Cus. That's one of them. Iago. O murderous slave ! O villain !
(Stabs Roderigo. Rod. Odamn'd lago! O inhuman dog ! Iago. Kill men i' the dark !-Where be
these bloody thieves ? How silent is this town !-Ho! murder !
murder! What may you be ? are you of good or evil ?
Lod. As you shall prove us, praise us.
by villains. Gra. . Cassio !
70 Iago. How is't, brother ! Cas. My leg is cut in two. Iago.
Marry, heaven forbid ! Light, gentlemen ; I'll bind it with my shirt.
Enter BIANCA. Bian. What is the matter, ho ? who is't
that cried ? Iago. Who is't that cried !
Bian. O my dear Cassio ! my sweet Cassio! O Cassio, Cassio, Cassio ! Iago. O notable strumpet! Cassio, may
you suspect Who they should be that have thus mangled
you ? Cas. No.
80 Gra. I am sorry to find you thus : I have
been to seek you. Iago. Lend me a garter. So. O, for a chair, To bear him easily hence ! Bian. Alas, he faints! O Cassio, Cassio,
Know him ! a7 Iago. Siguior Gratiano ? I cry you gentie
These bloody accidents must excuse my man
ners, That so neglected you. Gra.
I am glad to see you. Iago. How do you, Cassio ? 0, a chair, a
chair! Gra. Roderigo ! Iago. He, he, 'tis he. [A chair brought in.]
0, that's well said ; the chair. Some good man bear him carefully from hence; I'll fetch the general's surgeon. [To Bianca] For you, mistress,
100 Save you your labor. He that lies slain here, Cassio,
[you ? Was my dear friend : what malice was between Cas. None in the world ; nor do I know
the man. Iago. [To Bian.] What, look you pale ? 0, bear him out o' the air.
[Cassio und Roderigo are borne oft: Stay you, good gentlemen. Look you pale,
mistress ? Do you perceive the gastness of her eye? Nay, if you stare, we shall hear more anon. Behold her well, I pray you, look upon her : Do you see, gentlemen ? nay, guiltiness will
speak, Though tongues were out of use.
110 Enter EMILIA. Emil, 'Las, what's the matter? what's the
matter, husband ? Iago. Cassio hath here been set on in the
fore shake not. Iago. O, did he so ? I charge you, go with me.
120 Emil. Fie, fie upon thee, strumpet ! Bian. I am no strumpet ; but of life as
honest As you that thus abuse me. Emil.
As I ! foh! fie upon thee! Iago. Kind gentlemen, let's go see poor
Cassio dress'd. Come, mistress, you must tell's another tale. Emilia, run you to the citadel, And tell my lord and lady what hath happ'd. Will you go on? pray. [Aside] This is the
night That either makes me or fordoes me quite.
Ereunt. SCENE II. A bedchamber in the castle : DesDEMONA in bed asleep ; a light burning.
Enter OTHELLO. Oth. It is the cause, it is the cause, my
Let me not name it to you, you chaste stars ! -
pluck'd the rose, I cannot give it vital growth again, It must needs wither: I'll smell it on the tree.
[Kissing her. Ah, balmy breath, that dogt almost persuade Justice to break her sword ! One more, one
more. Be thus when thou art dead, and I will kill
thee, And love thee after. One more, and this the
last : So sweet was ne'er so fatal. I must weep, 20 But they are cruel tears ; this sorrow's heav
Des. Who's there ? Othello ?
Ay, my lord. Oth. If you bethink yourself of any criine Unreconciled as yet to heaven and grace, Solicit for it straight. Des. Alas, my lord, what do you mean by
that ? Oth. Well, do it, and be brief ; I will walk by :
30 I would not kill thy unprepared spirit ; No; heaven forfend ! I would not kill thy soul.
Des. Talk you of killing ?
Ay, I do.
Then heaven Have mercy on me! Oth.
Amen, with all my heart ! Des. If you say so, I hope you will not kill
me. Oth. Hum ! Des. And yet I fear you ; for you are fatal
then When your eyes roll so : why I should fear I
know not, Since guiltiness I know not ; but yet I feel I
fear, Oth. Think on thy sins. Des. They are loves I bear to you. 40 Oth, Av, and for that thou dient. Des. That death's unnatural that kills for
loving Alas, why gnaw you so your nether lip ? Some bloody passion shakes your very frame: These are portents ; but yet I hope, I hope, They do not point on me. Oih.
Peace, and be still ! Des. I will so. What's the matter ?
Oth. That handkerchief which I so loved
and gave thee Thou gavest to Cassio. Des.
No, by my life and sou'! Send for the man, and ask him. Oth.
Sweet soul, take heed, 50 Take heed of perjury ; thou art 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 concep
Des. Then Lord have mercy on me !
I say, amen
in's hand. 0 perjured woman! thou dost stone my
He found it then ;
He hath confess'd.
How ? unlawfully? Oth,
Ay. 70 Des. He will not say so. Oth,
No, his mouth is stopp'd ; Honest Iago hath ta'en order fort. Des. 0! my fear interprets : 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?
[not! Des. o, banish me, my lord, but kill me Oth. Down, strumpet ! Des. Kill me to-morrow : let me live tonight!
80 Oth. Nay, if you strive, Des. But half an hour ! Oth.
Being done, there is no pause. Des. But while I say one prayer ! Oth,
It is too late.
[He stifles her. Emil. [Within] My lord, my lord what,
ho! my lord, my lord í 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, so. Emil. [Within] What, ho! my lord, my
Who's there? Emil. (Within] 0, good my lord, I would speak a word with you !
90 Oth. Yes : 'tis Emilia. By and by. She's
dead. 'Tis like she comes to speak of Cassio's
death. The noise was here. Ha ! no more moving ? Still as the grave. Shall she come in ? were't
good ?I think she stirs again :-10. What's best to
do ? * 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.
Emil. [Within] I do beseech you 101 That I may speak with you, O, good my lord!
Oth. I had forgot thee : 0, come in, Emilia; Soft ; by and by. Let me the curtains draw. Where art thou ?
[Unlocks the door. Enter EMILIA.
What's the matter with thee now? Emil. O, my good lord, yonder's foul mur
ders done! Oth. What, now? Emil. But now, my lord.
Oth. It is the very error of the moon ; She comes more nearer earth than she was wout,
110 And makes men mad. Emil. Cassio, my lord, hath kill'd a young
No, Cassio is not kill'd.
Oth. She turn'd to folly, and she was a
'Thou art rash as fire, to say That she was false : 0, she was heavenly true !
(elsc Oth. Cassio did top her ; ark thy husband 0, I were damn'd beneath all depth in hell, But that I did proceed upon just grounds To this extremity. Thy husband kuew it all. Emil. My husband !
140 Oth. Thy husband. Emil. That she was false to wedlock ? Oth. Ay, with Cassio. Nay, had she been
true, If heaven would make me such another world Of one entire and perfect chrysolite, l’ld not have sold her for it.
Emil. My husband !
Ay, 'twas he that told me first :
My husband ! Oth. What needs this iteration, woman ? I say thy husband.
150 Emil. O mistress, villany hath made mocks
with love, My husband say that she was false ! Oth.
He, woman ; I say thy husband : dost understand the
word ? My friend, thy husband, honest, honest lago.
Emil. If he say so, may his pernicious soul Rot half a grain à day! he lies to the heart : She was too fond of her most filthy bargain.
Oth. Ha !
Emil. Do thy worst : This deed of thine is no more worthy heaven Than thou wast worthy her.
Peace, you were best. Emil. Thou hast not half that power to do
me harm As I have to be hurt. O gull ! O dolt ! As iguorant as dirt ! thou hast done a deed I care not for thy sword ; I'll make thee
known, Though I lost twenty lives.--Help ! help, ho !
help! The Moor hath kill'd my mistress! Murder !
others. Mon. What is the matter? How now, gen
eral ! Emil. O, are you come, Iago? you have
done well, That men must lay their murders on your neck.
170 Gra. What is the matter ? Emil. Disprove this villain, if thou be'st a
man : He says thou told'st him that his wife was
And sweet revenge grows harsh.
Des. O, falsely, falsely murder'd !
Alas, what cry is that ?
119 Help! help, ho! help ! O lady, speak again ! Sweet Desdemona! O sweet mistress, speak !
Des. A guiltless death I die.
Des. Nobody ; I myself. Farewell : Commend me to my kind lord : 0, farewell !
(Dies. Oth. Why, how should she be murder'd ? Emil.
Alas, who knows ? Oth. Yon heard her say herself, it was not I. Emil. She said so : I must needs report the
truth. Oth. She's, like a liar, gone to burning hell: Twas I that kill'd her. Emil.
0, the more angel she, 130 And you the blacker devil I
Į know thou didst not, thou'rt not such a vil
lain : Speak, for my heart is full.
Iago. I told him what I thought, and told Than what he found himself was apt and
true. Emil. But did you ever tell him she was
false ? Iago. I did. Emil. You told a lie ; an odious, damned
180 Upou my soul, a lie, a wicked lie. She false with Cassio !-did you say with
bound to speak : My mistress here lies murder'd in her bed,
All. O heavens forfend !
Villany, villany, villany! 190 I think upon't, I think: I smell’t: O villany!I thought so then : - I'll kill myself for
grief : O villany, villany! Iago. What are you mad ? I charge you,
get you home, Emil. Good gentlemen, let me have leave
to speak : 'Tis proper I obey him, but not now. Perchance, lago, I will ne'er go home.
Oth. O! O!0! (He falls on the bed.
Emil. Nay, lay thee down and roar ; For thou hast kill'd the sweetest innocent That e'er did lift up eye. Oth.
[Rising] 0, she was foul ! 200 I scarce did know you, uncle : there lies your
niece, Whose breath, indeed, these hands have new
ly stopp'd : I know this act shows horrible and grim. Gru. Poor Desdemona! I am glad thy
father's dead : Thy match was mortal to him, and pure grief Shore his old thread in twain : did he liye
now, This sight would make him do a desperate
turn, Yea, curse his better angel from his side, And fall to reprobation.
Oth. 'Tis pitiful ; but yet lago knows 210 That she with Cassio hath the act of shame A thousand times committed ; Cassio con
fess'd it : And she did gratify his amorous works With that recognizance and pledge of love Which I first gave her ; I saw it in his hand : It was a handkerchief, an antique token My father gave my mother
Emil. O hearen ! O heavenly powers !
Emil. 'Twill out, 'twill out : I peace ! No, I will speak as liberal as the north : 220 Let heaven and men and devils, let them all, All, all, cry shame against me, yet I'll speak.
Iago. Be wise, and get you home.
I will not [Iago offers to stab Emilia. Gra.
Fie! Your sword upon a woman ? Emil. O thou dull Moor! that handker
chief thou speak'st of I found by fortune and did give my husband: For often, with a solemn earnestness, More than indeed belong'd to such a trifle, He begg'd of me to steal it. Iago.
Villanous whore ! Emil. She give it Cassio ! no, alas ! I found it,
230 And I did give't my husband. Iago.
Filth, thou liest! Emil. By heaven, I do not, I do not, gen
tlemen. O murderous coxcomb ! what should such a
fool Do with so good a woman? Oth.
Are there nc stones in heaven But what serve for the thunder ?-Precious
stabs Emilia, and erit. Gra. The woman falls ; sure, he hath 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,
241 But kill him rather. I'll after that same vil
lain, For 'tis a damned slave.
[Exeunt Montano and Gratiano. Oth.
I am not valiant neither, But every puny whipster gets my sword : But why should honor outlive honesty ? Let it go all.
Emil. What did thy song bode, lady? Hark, canst thou hear me? I will play the
swan, And die in music. (Singing] Willow, willow,
willow,Moor, she was chaste ; she loved thee, cruel
Moor; So come my soul to bliss, as I speak true; 250 So speaking as I think, I'die, I die. Dies. Oih. I have another weapon in this cham
ber; It is a sword of Spain, the ice-brook's tem
per: O, here it is. Uucle, I must come forth. "Gra. (Within] Íf thou attempt it, it wil
cost thee dear :