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! Emil. 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, Emil. Gra. Your sword upon a woman? I will not. Emil. O thou dull Moor! that handkerchief thou speak'st of, I found by fortune, and did give my husband; (More than, indeed, belonged to such a trifle,) Iago. Villanous whore ! Emil. She give it Cassio! no, alas; I found it, And I did give't my husband. Iago. 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? Oth. [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; [Dies. 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. Re-enter GRATIANO. 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? Oth. 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? Gra. 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 By Roderigo. Oth. O villain! Cas. 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. Oth. How came you, Cassio, by that handkerchief Cas. O, the pernicious caitiff!- I found it in my chamber: And he himself confessed, but even now, Oth. 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! Gra. [Stabs himself. 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. [TO LAGO. Lod. [Exeunt. |