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Emil. You told a lie; an odious, damned lie;
She false with Cassio! - Did you say with Cassio?
All. O Heavens forefend!
Emil. And your reports have set the murder on.
Mon. O monstrous act!
Villany, villany, villany!. 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 to obey him, but not now.—
Perchance, Iago, I will ne'er go home.
Oth. O! O! O!
[Hanging over his wife. Nay, lay thee down, and roar;
Oth. O, she was foul!- [Rising. I scarce did know you, uncle. There lies your niece, Whose breath, indeed, these hands have newly stopped. I know this act shows horrible and grim.
Gra. 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 live 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 Iago knows
That she with Cassio hath the act of shame
A thousand times committed. Cassio confessed it;
With that recognizance and pledge of love
My father gave my mother.
Emil. O heaven! O heavenly powers!
Come, hold your peace.
Emil. Twill out, 'twill out;-I hold my peace, sir? no; No, I will speak as liberal as the air;
Let Heaven, and men, and devils, let them all,
Your sword upon a woman?
I will not.
Emil. O thou dull Moor! that handkerchief thou
I found by fortune, and did give my husband;
(More than, indeed, belonged to such a trifle,)
Villanous whore !
Emil. She give it Cassio! no, alas; I found it, And I did give't my husband.
Filth, thou liest.
Emil. By Heaven, I do not; I do not, gentlemen ; O murderous coxcomb! what should such a fool
Do with so good a wife?
[IAGO stabs EMILIA, then runs out. Are there no stones in heaven,
But what serve for the thunder? - Precious villain! Gra. The woman falls; sure, he has killed his wife. Emil. Ay, ay; 0, lay me by my mistress' side! Gra. He's gone, but his wife's killed.
Mon. 'Tis a notorious villain. Take you this weapon, Which I have here recovered 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, But every puny whipster gets my sword.But why should honor outlive honesty? Let it go all.
Emil. What did thy song bode, lady?
Moor, she was chaste; she loved thee, cruel Moor;
Oth. I have another weapon in this chamber;
Gra. [Within.] If thou attempt it, 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.
Gra. What is the matter?
Behold! I have a weapon;
A better never did itself sustain
Upon a soldier's thigh. I have seen the day,
Now, how dost thou look now? O ill-starred wench!
O, cursed, cursed slave!-Whip me, ye devils,
Dead? O! O! O!
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.
I bleed, sir; but not killed.
Lod. Wrench his sword from him.
Lod. O thou Othello, that was once so good,
Fallen in the practice of a cursed slave,
What shall be said to thee?
Why, any thing.
An honorable murderer, if you will;
For nought I did in hate, but all in honor.
Lod. This wretch hath part confessed his villany.
Cas. Dear general, I never gave you cause.
Lod. What? not to pray?
Oth. Well, thou dost best.
Torments will ope your lips.
Lod. Sir, you shall understand what hath befallen,
Which, as I think, you know not.
Here is a letter,
Found in the pocket of the slain Roderigo;
And here, another. The one of them imports
The death of Cassio to be undertook
Oth. O villain!
Most heathenish, and most gross!
Lod. Now, here's another discontented paper, Found in his pocket too; and this, it seems, Roderigo meant to have sent this damned villain; But that, belike, Iago, in the interim,
Came in and satisfied him.
How came you, Cassio, by that handkerchief
O, the pernicious caitiff!-
I found it in my chamber:
And he himself confessed, but even now,
O fool! fool! fool!
Cas. There is, besides, in Roderigo's letter,
How he upbraids Iago, that he made him
Lod. You must forsake this room, and go with us;
And Cassio rules in Cyprus. For this slave,-
That can torment him much, and hold him long,
Oth. Soft you; a word or two, before you go.
I have done the state some service, and they know it;
Nor set down aught in malice. Then must you speak
Richer than all his tribe; of one, whose subdued eyes,
Drop tears as fast as the Arabian trees
Lod. O bloody period!
All, that's spoke, is marred.
Oth. I kissed thee, ere I killed thee.-No way but this, [Falling upon DESDEMONA. [Dies.
Killing myself, to die upon a kiss.