Emil Villainy, villany, villainy !

I think upon 't,-I think,-I fmell 't;-villainy!
I thought to then ;-I'll kill myself for grief.-
O villainy, villainy !

Lago. What, are you mad? I charge you, get
you home.

Emil Good gentlemen,let me have leave to fpeak; 'Tis proper I obey him, but not now :——— Perchance, lago, I will ne'er go home.

Oth, O! O! O!

O murd'rous coxcomb! what should fuch 2 foof -
Do with fo good a wife?

[lago flabs his wife, then runs out, Oth. Are there no ftones in heaven,

But what ferve for the thunder ?-Precious villain !
Gra. The woman falls; fure he has kill'd his
wife.

Emil. Ay, ay; O, lay me by my mistress' fide!
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 país,
But kill him rather: I'll after that fame villan,

[Othello looking on his wife. For 'tis a damned slave.
Emil. Nay, lay thee down, and roar ;
For thou haft kill'd the fweetest innocent,
That e'er did lift up eye.

Otb. O, he was foul !-

[Rifing.

I fcarce did know you, uncle: There lies your niece, Whofe breath, indeed, thefe hands have newly stopp'd:

I know, this act fhews horrible and grim.

Gra. Poor Defdemona ! I am glad thy father's
dead;

Thy match was mortal to him, and pure grief
Shore his old thread in twain: did he live now,
This fight would make him do a defperate turn;
Yea, curfe his better angel from his fide,

And fall to reprobation.

Oth. 'Tis pitiful: but yet Iago knows, That the with Caflio hath the act of fhame

[Exeunt Mon. and Gra.

Orb. I am not valiant neither,
But every puny whipiter gets my fword :-
But why fhould honour out-live honefty?
Let it go all.

Emil. What did thy fong bode, lady?
Hark, can'ft thou hear me? I will play the fwan,
And die in mufic. Willow, willow, willow-
Moor, fhe was chafte; the lov'd thee, cruel Moor:
So come my foul to blifs, as I fpeak true;
So fpeaking as I think, I die,-I die.

[Di

Oth. I have another weapon in this chamber,
It is a fword of Spain, the ice-brook's temper2 ;-
O, here it is :-Uncle, I must come forth.

Gra. [within] If thou attempt it, it will coft
thee dear;

Thou haft no weapon, and perforce must foffer.
Oth. Look in upon me then, and fpeak with me,

A thousand times committed; Caffio confefs'd it; Or, naked as I am, I will affault thee.

And he did gratify his amorous works
With that recognizance and pledge of love
Which I once gave her; Iiaw it in his hand;
It was an handkerchief, an antique token
My father gave my mother.

mil. O heaven! O heavenly powers! Jago. Come, hold your peace.

Emil Twill out, 'twill out:-I hold my peace,
fir? no,

No, I will speak as liberal as the north;
Let heaven, and men, and devils, let them all,
All, all, cry thame against me, yet I'll speak.
*Zago. Be wife, and get you home.

Re-enter Gratiano.

Gra. What is the matter?

Orb. Behold! I have a weapon:

A better never did itself fuftain

Upon a foldier's thigh: I have feen the day,
That, with this little arm, and this good fword,
I have made my way through more impediment!
Than twenty times your ftop:-But, O vain boat!!
Who can controul his fate? 'tis not fo now.-
Be not afraid, though you do fee me weapon'd
Here is my journey's end, here is my butt,
The very fea-mark of my utmost fail.
Do you go back difmay'd? 'tis a loft fear;

Amil. I will not. [Lago offers to ftab bis wife. Man but a rush against Othello's breast,

Gra. Fie!

Your fword upon a woman?

Emil. O thou dull Moor! that handkerchief,
thou speak ft of,

I found by fortune, and did give my husband;
For often, with a folemn earnestnefs,
(More than, indeed, belong'd to fuch a trifle)
He begg'd of me to fteal it.

lago. Villainous whore !

And he retires;-Where fhould Othello go?
Now, how doft thou look now? O ill-ftarr'd
wench 3 ?

Pale as thy fmock! when we fhall meet at compt,
This look of thine will hurl my foul from heaven,
And fiends will fnatch at it. Cold, cold, my girl?
Even like thy chastity.-

O curfed, cursed slave !—Whip me, ye devils,
From the pofletion of this heavenly fight !

Amit She give it Caffio! no, alas; I found it, Blow me about in-winds! roaft me in fulphur !

And I did give it my husband.

Lago. Filth, thou lieft.

Wash me in steep-down gulfs of liquid fire!—
O Desdemona! Defdemona! dead r

Emil. By heaven, I do not; I do not, gentlemen: Dead? O! 010!

water.

Steel is hardened by being put red hot into 1 Liberal is free, under no controul. 3 Wench originally fignified only a young woman.

Enter Lodovico, Caffio brought in; Montano, with

lago, prifoner; and Officers.

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'it a devil, I cannot kill thee.
[Othello wound's lago.

Lod. Wrench his fword from him.
Iago. I bleed, fir; but not kill'd.

Oth. O fool fool! fool!

Caf. There is, befides, in Roderigo's letter,-
How he upbraids Iago, that he made him
Brave me upon the watch; whereon it came
That I was caft: And even but now he fpake,
After long feeming dead,—-Iago hurt him,
lago fet him on.

[us:

Lod. You must forfake this room, and go with
Your power and your command is taken off,
And Caffio rules in Cyprus. For this flave,-
If there be any cunning cruelty,

That can torment him much, and hold him long,
It fhall be his: You fhall clofe prifoner rett,

Oth. I am not forry neither; I'd have thee live; 'Till that the nature of your fault be known
For, in my fenfe, 'tis happiness to die.

Led. O thou Othello, that waft once fo good,
Fall'n in the practice 2 of a curfed flave,
What fhall be faid 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 confefs'd
villainy :

Did you and he confent in Caffio's death?
Oth. Ay.

To the Venetian state-Come, bring him away.
Oth. Soft you; a word or two, before you go.
I have done the ftate fome fervice, and they
know it;

No more of that:-I pray you, in your letters,
When you fhall these unlucky deeds relate,
Speak of me as I am; nothing extenuate,
his Nor fet down aught in malice: thea muft you speak
Of one, that lov'd not wifely, but too well;
Of one, not eafily jealous, but, being wrought,
Perplex'd in the extreme; of one, whofe hand,
Like the bafe Judean 3, threw a pearl away
Richer than all his tribe; of one, whose fubdu'd
eyes,

Caf. Dear general, I never gave you cause.
Oth. I do believe it, and I afk your pardon.
Will you,
I pray, demand that demi-devil,
Why he hath thus enfnar'd my foul and body?
Iago. Demand me nothing: What you know,
you know:

From this time forth I never will speak word.
Led. What not to pray?

Gra. Torments will ope your lips.
Oth. Well, thou doit beft.

Lod. Sir, you shall understand what hath befall'n, Which, as I think, you know not: Here is a letter,

Found in the pocket of the flain Roderigo;
And here, another; the one of them imports
The death of Caffio to be undertook

By Roderigo.

Oth. O villain!

Caf. Moft heathenish, and most grofs !

Lod. Now here's another difcontented paper,
Found in his pocket too; and this, it feems,
Roderigo meant to have fent this damned villain;
But that, belike, lago in the interim
Came in and fatisfied him.

Otb. O the pernicious caitiff !—

How came you, Caffio, by that handkerchief
That was my wife's?

Caf. I found it in my chamber:
And he himself confefs'd, but even now,
That there he dropp'd it for a special purpose,
Which wrought to his defire.

Albeit unufed to the melting mood,
Drop tears as faft as the Arabian trees
Their med cinable gumi: Set you down this:
And fay, befides,-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 circumcifed dog,
And fmote him-thus.
[Stabs himself.

Lod. O bloody period!

More fell than anguish, hunger, or the sea 1
Look on the tragic loading of this bed; [To Iago.
This is thy work: the object poifons fight ;-
Let it be hid.-Gratiano, keep the house,
And feize upon the fortunes of the Moor,
For they fucceed on you.-To you, lord governor,
Remains the cenfure of this hellish villain;
The time, the place, the torture,-O inforce it!
Myielf will ftraight aboard; and, to the ftate, i
This heavy act with heavy heart relate. [Exeunt.

To fee if, according to the common opinion, his feet be cloven. 2 i. c. in the fare, by the fratagem. 3 By the Judian (which is the reading of the elder quarto, and adopted by Theobald and Warburton), the latter fays, is meant Herod, whofe ufage to Mariamne is fo appofite to the fpeaker's cafe, that a more proper inftance could not be thought of. Besides, he was the fubje&t of a tragedy at that time, as appears from the words in Hamlet, where an ill player is defcribed, out-herod Herod." The metaphorical term of a pearl for a fine woman, is fo common as fearce to need examples. 4 The dogs of Spartan race, fays Hanmer, were reckoned among those of the most fierce and lavage kind. si. c. the fentence.

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