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Rod. 0, I am slain !
[Iago rushes from his post, cuts Cassio behind in the leg, and exit.
Cas. I am maim'd for ever:- help, ho! murder! murder!
Enter OTHELLO, at a distance.
Bian. What is the matter, ho? who is't that cry'd? Iago. Who is't that cry'd?
Bian. O my dear Cassio! my sweet Cassio! O Cassio! Cassio! Cassio! lago. O notable strumpet! suspect
Oth. The voice of Cassio:- Iago keeps his word. Who they should be, that have thus mangled you? Rod. O, villain that I am!
Oth. Hark! 'tis even so.
Cas. O, help! ho! light! a surgeon!
Oth. 'Tis he;-- O brave Iago, honest, and just, That hast such noble sense of thy friend's wrong! Thou teachest me. Minion, your dear lies dead, And your fate hies apace. Strumpet, I come! Forth of my heart those charms, thine eyes, are blotted;
Thy bed, lust-stain'd, shall with lust's blood be spotted! [Exit Othello. Enter LODOVICO and GRATIANO, at a distance. Cas. What, ho! no watch? no passage? murder!
Iago. Who's there? whose noise is this, that cries on murder?
Lod. We do not know.
Iago. Did you not hear a cry?
Cas. Here, here! for heaven's sake, help me!
Gra. This is Othello's ancient, as I take it.
Iago. O me, lieutenant! what villains have done
Cas. I think, that one of them is hereabout, And cannot make away.
Jago. O treacherous villains!What are you there? come in, and give some help! [To Lodovico and Gratiano.
Rod. O, help me here!
[Iago stabs Roderigo.
Rod. O damn'd Iago! O inhuman dog!O! 0!0!
Cassio, may you
Gra. I am sorry to find you thus: I have been to seek you.
Iago. Lend me a garter: so.- 0, for a chair, To bear him easily hence!
Bian. Alas, he faints: - O Cassio! Cassio! Cassio! Iago. Gentlemen all, I do suspect this trash To be a party in this injury.
Patience a while, good Cassio! Come, come!
Gra. What, of Venice?
Iago. Signior Gratiano? I cry you gentle pardon; as These bloody accidents must excuse my manners, That so neglected you.
Gra. I am glad to see you.
Iago. He, he, 'tis he! — O, that's well said;—the chair: [A chair brought Some good man bear him carefully from hence; I'll fetch the general's surgeon. For you, mistress,
Save you your labour. He that lies slain here, Cassio,
[Cassio and Rod. are borne of 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 Do you see, gentlemen? nay, guiltiness will speak, Though tongues were out of use.
Emil. 'Las, what's the matter? what's the matter, husband?
Iago. Cassio hath here been set on in the dark, By Roderigo, and fellows that are scap'd; He's almost slain, and Roderigo dead. Emil. Alas, good gentleman! alas, good Cassio! Iago. This is the fruit of whoring. - Pr'ythee, Emilia,
Go know of Cassio where he supp'd to-night: -What, do you shake at that?
Iago. Kill men i'the dark !—Where be these bloody Bian. He supp'd at my house; but I therefore
That either makes me, or fordoes me quite.
For to deny each article with oath, [Exeunt. Cannot remove, nor choke, the strong conception, - A bed-chamber: DESDEMONA in bed That I do groan withal. Thou art to die. asleep. A light burning. Enter OTHEllo.
Oth. It is the cause, it is the cause, my soul, Let me not name it to you, you chaste stars!It is the cause!-Yet I'll not shed her blood; Nor scar that whiter skin of hers than snow, And smooth as monumental alabaster.
[Takes off his sword.
I cannot give it vital growth again,
O balmy breath, that dost almost persuade
Oth. Ay, Desdemona!
Des. Will you come to bed, my lord?
Oth. Have you pray'd to-night, Desdemona?
Oth. If you bethink yourself of any crime,
Solicit for it straight.
Since guiltiness I know not; but yet, I feel, I fear.
Des. They are loves I bear to you.
Des. That death's unnatural, that kills for loving.
Some bloody passion shakes your very frame:
Oth. Peace, and be still!
Des. I will so; what's the matter?
Oth. That handkerchief, which I so lov'd, and gave thee,
Thou gav'st to Cassio.
Des. No, by my life and soul!
Send for the man, and ask him.
Oth. Sweet soul, take heed,
Take heed of perjury! thou'rt on thy death-bed!
Therefore confess thee freely of thy sin;
Des. Then, Lord have mercy on me!
Des. And have you mercy too! - I never did
- Send for him hither,
I saw the handkerchief.
Oth. That he hath us'd thee.
Des. He'll not say so.
Oth. No, his mouth is stopp'd:
Des. My fear interprets then, -what, is he dead?
Des. Alas! he is betray'd, and I undone,
Oth. Out, strumpet! Weep'st thou for him to my
Des. O, banish me, my lord, but kill me not!
Des. Kill me to-morrow, let me live to-night!
Des. But half on hour.
Des. But while I say one prayer.
[He smothers her.
Emil. [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.
Emil. [Within.] What ho! my lord, my lord!
Oth. Who's there?
Methinks it should be now a huge eclipse
Of sun and moon; and that the affrighted globe
Emil. [ Within.] I do beseech you, I may speak
Oth. I had forgot thee: O, come in, Emilia!
Emil. But now, my lord!
Oth. It is the very error of the moon;
She comes more near the earth, than she was wont;
Emil. Cassio, my lord, has kill'd a young Venetian,
Oth. Roderigo kill'd!
And Cassio kill'd?
Emil. No, Cassio is not kill'd.
The Moor has kill'd my mistress: murder! murder!
Enter MONTANO, GRATIANO, and I▲co.
Mon. What is the matter!-How now, general? Emil. O, are you come, Iago? you have done well, That men must lay their murders on your neck. 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 false: I know, thou didst not, thou'rt not such a villain;
Oth. Not Cassio kill'd? Then murder's out of tune, Speak, for my heart is full.
And sweet revenge grows harsh.
Des. 0, falsely, falsely murder'd! Emil. Alas! what cry is that?
Oth. That! what!
Des. Nobody; I myself; farewell!
Commend me to my kind lord; 0, farewell! [Dies.
Oth. You heard her say herself, it was not I.
Emil. O, the more angel she,
And you the blacker devil!
Oth. She turn'd to folly, and she was a whore.
Emil. Thou art rash as fire, to say
Oth. Thy husband.
Iago. I told him what I thought; and told no more, 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 lie! Upon my soul, a lie! a wicked lie!
She false with Cassio!- Did you say with Cassio? Iago. With Cassio, mistress! go to, charm your tongue!
Emil. I will not charm my tongue: I am bound to speak;
My mistress here lics murder'd in her bed.
Emil. And your reports have set the murder on.
Mon. O monstrous act!
Emil. Villainy, villainy, villainy!
I think upon't, I think, I smell't; - O villainy!
Iago. What, are you mad? I charge you, get you
Oth. O, she was foul!
1 scarce did know you, uncle! there lies your niece, Whose breath, indeed, these hands have newly stopp'd;
I know, this act shows horrible and grim.
Oth. 'Tis pitiful: but yet Iago knows,
Emil. O heaven! O heavenly powers! Iago. Come, hold your peace! Emil. Twill out, 'twill out;-I hold my peace,sir? ne No, I will speak as liberal as the air; 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! Emil. I will not. [Iago offers to stab his wife.
Your sword upon a woman?
I found by fortune, and did give my husband;
(More than, indeed, belong'd to such a trifle,) He begg'd of me to steal it.
Iago. Villainous 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 murd'rous coxcomb! what should such a fool Do with so good a wife?
[Iago stabs Emilia, then runs out. Oth. Are there no stones in heaven,
But what serve for the thunder?- Precious villain! Gra. The woman falls; sure, he has 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, 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,
Emil. What did thy song bode, lady?
Hark, can'st thou hear me? I will play the swan,
Oth. I have another weapon in this chamber, It is a sword of Spain, the ice-brook's temper; O, here it is: Uncle, I must come forth. 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?
Oth. Behold! I have a weapon;
Upon a soldier's thigh; I have seen the day,
where should Othello go?
O cursed, cursed slave!-Whip me, ye devils, From the possession of this heavenly sight! Blow me about in winds! roast me in sulphur! Wash me in steep-down gulfs of liquid fire!— O Desdemona! Desdemona! dead?
Lod. Wrench his sword from him. Iago. I bleed, sir; but not kill'd.
Oth. I am not sorry neither; I'd have thee live: For, in my sense, 'tis happiness to die.
Lod. O thou Othello, that was once so good,
An honourable murderer, if you will;
For nought I did in hate, but all in honour.
Cas. Dear general, I never gave you cause,
From this time forth I never will speak word.
Gra. Torments will ope your lips.
Oth. Well, thou dost best.
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 slain Roderigo; And here, another: the one of them imports The death of Cassio to be untertook By Roderigo.
Oth. O villain!
Cas. Most heathenish, and most gross!
Oth. O the pernicious caitiff!—
Cas. I found it in my chamber:
And he himself confess'd, but even now,
That there he dropp'd it, for a special purpose,
Oth. O fool! fool! fool!
Cas. There is, besides, in Roderigo's letter,
Lod. You must forsake this room, and go with us;
That can torment him much, and hold him long,
I have done the state some service, and they know it:
Gra. All, that's spoke, is marr'd.
Lod. O Spartan dog,
More fell than anguish, hunger, or the sea!
And seize upon the fortunes of the Moor, no way but For they succeed to you.-To you, lord governor, [Falling upon Desdemona. Remains the censure of this hellish villain; [Dies. The time, the place, the torture, — O enforce it! Cas. This did I fear, but thought he had no weapon, Myself will straight aboard; and, to the state, For he was great of heart. This heavy act with heavy heart relate.
Killing myself, to die upon a kiss.
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