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Good friend, go to him; for, by this light of
I know not how I lost him. Here I kneel :-
lago. O no; he goes into Mauritania, and takes away with him the fair Desdemona, unless his abode be lingered here by some accident; wherein none can be so determinate, as the removing of Cassio.
Rod. How do you mean-removing of him? Iago. Why, by making him incapable of Othello's place; knocking out his brains.
Rod. And that you would have me do ?
And his unkindness may defeat my life,
The business of the state does him offence,
Des. If 'twere no other,
lago. It is but so, I warrant you.
[Trumpets. Hark, how these instruments summon to supper!
And the great messengers of Venice stay:
How now, Roderigo ?
Rod. I do not find that thou deal'st justly with me ?
Jago. What in the contrary?
Rod. Every day thou doff'st+ me with some device, lago and rather (as it seems to me now) keep'st from me all conveniency, than suppliest me with the least advantage of hope. I will, indeed, no longer endure it: Nor am I yet persuaded to put up in peace what already I have foolishly suffered.
lago. Will you hear me, Roderigo ?
Rod. 'Faith, I have heard too much; for your words and performances are no kin together.
take me from this world with treachery, and devise engines for my life.
Jago. You have said now.
Rod. Ay, and I have said nothing, but what I protest intendment of doing.
lago. Why, now I see there's mettle in thee; and even, from this instant, do build on thee a better opinion than ever before. Give me thy hand, Roderigo: Thou hast taken against me a most just exception; but yet I protest I have dealt most directly in thy affair.
Rod. It hath not appeared.
Jago. I grant indeed, it hath not appeared; and your suspicion is not without wit and judg ment. But, Roderigo, if thou hast that within thee indeed, which I have greater reason to believe now than ever,—I mean, purpose, courage, and valour, this might show it: if thou the next night following enjoyest not Desdemona, • Title. ↑ Requital.
Put'st me off.
Rod. Well, what is it? is it within reason, and compass?
Iago. Sir, there is especial commission cone from Venice, to depute Cassio in Othello's place.
Rod. Is that true? why, then Othello and Desdemona return again to Venice.
Iago. Ay; if you dare do yourself a profit, and a right. He sups to-night with a harlot, and thither will I go to him ;-he knows not yet of his honourable fortune: if you will watch bis going thence, (which I will fashion to fall out between twelve and one,) you may take him at your pleasure: I will be near to second your attempt, and he shall fall between us. Come, stand not amazed at it, but go along with ine; I will show you such a necessity in his death, that you shall think yourself bound to put it ou him. It is now high supper-time, and the night grows to waste; about it.
Rod. I will hear further reason for this.
Iago. And you shall be satisfied. [Exeunt.
Emil. Dismiss me!
Des. It was his bidding; therefore, good
Give me my nightly wearing, and adieu :
Emil. I would, you had never seen him!
Des. All's one :-Good father! how foolish are
If I do die before thee, pr'ythee shroud me
And she died singing it: That song, to-night,
Emil. Shall I go fetch your night-gown?
Des. The poor soul sat sighing by a syca-
Sing all a green willow;
Her hand on her bosom, her head on her
Sing willow, willow, willow:
The fresh streams ran by her, and
Lay by these:
Sing willow, willow, willow;
Sing all a green willow must be my gar-
Sing willow, &c.
Her salt tears fell from her, and soften'd The ills we do, their ills instruct us to.
Let nobody blame him, his scorn I ap
And have their palates both for sweet and sour,
mur-Desires for sport? and frailty, as men have?
Nay, that's not next.-Hark! who is it that
Emil. It is the wind.
Des. I call'd my love, false love; but what
Emil. Yes, a dozen; and as many
To the vantage, as would store the world they
But, I do think, it is their husbands' faults,
And pour our treasures into foreign laps;
Sing willow, &c.
If I court mo women, you'll couch with
Or scant our former having in despite :
Emil. Why, would not you?
Des. No, by this heavenly light!
Emil. Nor i neither by this heavenly light;
I might do't as well i'the dark.
Des. Wouldst thou do such a deed for all the
Yet we have some revenge. Let husbands know,
quickly make it right.
Mo for more.
Des. Good night, good night: Heaven me such
Not to pick bad from bad; but, by bad, mend !
So, get thee gone; good night. Mine eyes do
Dost thou in conscience think,-tell me, Emi-
And he grows angry. Now, whether he kill Cas-
Emil. There be some such, no question.
Des. Wouldst thou do such a deed for all the Every way makes my gain: Live Roderigo,
He calls ine to a restitution large
It makes us, or it mars us; think on that,
Rod. Be near at hand; I may miscarry in't.
[Retires to a little distance.
Of gold and jewels, that I bobb'd || from him,
It must not be. If Cassio do remain,
No, he must die :-But so, I hear him coming.
Emil. The world is a huge thing: 'Tis a For a small vice. Des. Good troth, I think thou wouldst not. [great price Emil. By my troth, I think I should; and undo't, when I had done. Marry, I would not do such a thing for a joint-ring; nor for measures of lawn; nor for gowns, petticoats, nor caps, nor any petty exhibition: but, for the whole world,-why, who would not make her hasband a cuckold, to make him a monarch? I should venture purgatory for't.
Des. Beshrew me, if I would do such a wrong I will make proof of thine.
for the whole world.
Emil. Why, the wrong is but a wrong i'the world; and, having the world for your labour, is a wrong in your own world, and you might
Jago. How is it, bother?
Cas. My leg is cut in two.
lago. Marry, heaven forbid !
Light, gentlemen; I'll bind it with my shirt.
Jago. Who is't that cried?
Jago. O notable strumpet!-Cassio, may you
Who they should be, that have thus mangled you?
Gra. I am sorry to find you thus: I have been
Iago. Lend me a garter: So.-O for a chair,
Bian. Alas, he faints :-0 Cassio! Cassio!
† No passengers.
Iago. Gentlemen all, I do suspect this trash
Gra. What, of Venice?
lago. Even he, Sir; did you know him?
Iago. Signior Gratiano? I cry you gentle par don; [ners, These bloody accidents must excuse my manThat so neglected you.
Gra. I am glad to see you.
Iago. How do you, Cassio ?—O a chair, a
Iago. He, he, 'tis he :-O that's well said;-
Was my dear friend: What malice was between
By Roderigo, and fellows that are scap'd;
Iago. This is the fruit of whoring.--Pr'ythee,
know of Cassio where he supp'd to
Bian. He supp'd at my house, but I there
fore shake not.
Jago. O did he so? I charge you, go with me.
Bian. I am no strumpet; but of life as honest,
Emil. As I foh! fie upon thee!
Iago. Kind gentlemen, let's go see poor Cas
Bian. What is the matter, ho? who is't that That either makes me, or fordoes me quite.
Come, mistress, you must tell us another tale,—
And tell my lord and lady what has happ'd,
SCENE II.-A Bedchamber: DESDEMONA in
Oth. It is the cause, it is the cause, my
Let me not name it to you, you chaste stars!—
Should I repent me :-but once put out thine,
I cannot give it vital life again,
It Beeds must wither: I'll smell it on the [Kissing her.
O balmy breath, that dost almost persuade
Des. Talk you of killing?
Oth. Ay, I do.
Des. Then, heaven
Have mercy on me!
Oth. Amen, with all my heart!
Des. If you say so, I hope you will not kill
Des. And yet I fear you: for you are fatal then, When your eyes roll so: Why I should fear, know not, Since guiltiness I know not; but yet, I feel
Alas, why gnaw you so your nether lip?
(th. Peace and be still!
Therefore confess thee freely of thy sin;
Des. And have you mercy too!-I never did
O perjur'd woman! thou dost stone my heart,
Des. He found it then;
I never gave it him :-Send for him hither,
1, that am cruel, and yet merciful;
I would not have thee linger in thy pain.-
Emil. [Within.] What ho! my lord, my
Emil. [Within.] O good my lord, I would
I'Tis like she comes to speak of Cassio's death:
Oth. Think on thy sins.
she stirs again :-No.-What's the best ?
Dea. They are loves I bear to you.
Oth. Ay, and for that thou diest.
If she come in, she'll sure speak to my wife :
Des. That death's unnatural, that kills for My wife! my wife! what wife 1-I have no
Des. What, my lord?
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
Oth. Had all his hairs been lives, my great
Des. Alas! he is betray'd, and I undone.
Des. O banish me, my lord, but kill me
Des. But while I say one prayer.
Oth. It is too late. t [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?
Des. I will so: What's the matter?
Uth. That handkerchief, which I so lov'd, and
Des. No, by my life and soul;
Des. Ay, but not yet to die.
• 1. e. The light of life.
O insupportable! O heavy hour!
Methinks it should be now a huge eclipse
• A sacrifice atoning for thy crime.
In the old copies, after this speech, there is an invo cation from Desdemona, consisting only of the sacred name thrice repeated; omitted in consequence of the Stat. 3. James I. c. 21, imposing a penalty on the profane use of God's name in stage-plays, &c. It is a passage of [bed. supererogatory horror, being uttered whilst she is
It is supposed that some theatrical direction has been omitted, and that when Othello says, " So, so," he then stabs her. After the repetition of wounds, Desdemona might speak again with propriety, and yet very soon expire.
Oth. Thy husband.
Emil. That she was false to wedlock?
Oth. She was false as water.
Emil. Thou art rash as fire to say
Oth. Cassio did tup her; ask thy husband else.
Oth. Ay, with Cassio.
Nay, had she been true,
Emil. My husband?
Oth. Ay, 'twas he that told me first; An honest man he is, and hates the slime That sticks on filthy deeds.
Emil. My husband?
Oth. What needs this iterance,
if heaven would make me such another world
say, thy husband. Emil. O mistress, villany hath made mocks
My husband say, that she was false ?
Oth. He, woman;
I say, thy husband: Dost understand the word?
Emil. If he say so, may his pernicious soul
A precious stone.
The Moor has kill'd my mistress; Murder! murder !
Enter MONTANO, GRATIANO, and IAGO. Mon. What is the matter?-How now, ge neral ?
Emil. O are you come, lago? 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
He says, thou told'st him that his wife was
I know thou did'st not, thou'rt not such a vil
Than what he found himself was apt and true.
Emil. You told a lie; an odious, damned lie;
Iago. With Cassio, mistress; Go to, charm
My mistress here lies murder'd in her bed.
Emil. And your reports have set the murder on.
Gra. 'Tis a strange truth.
Emil. Villany, villany, villany!—
I think upon't, I think,-I smell't;-0 vil
lago, What, are you mad? I charge you, get
'Tis proper I obey him, but not now:-
Oth. O! O! O!
[Hanging over his wife.
Oth. O she was foul!
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. 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, Aud fall to reprobation.
Oth. 'Tis pitiful: But yet lago knows, That she with Cassio hath the act of shame A thousand times committed; Cassio
fess'd it: Forbid.
I thought so then ;-I'll kill myself for grief.-