Should yawn at alteration. Emil. [Within.] I do beseech you I may speak with you, O, good my lord! Oth. I had forgot thee: O, come in, Emilia :— Soft,--by and by:-Let me the curtains draw. Where art thou? What's the matter with thee [Unlocks the door. now? Enter Emilia. Emil. O, good my lord, yonder's foul murder done. Oth. What? now? Emil. But now, my lord! She comes more near the earth than she was wont, Emil. Cassio, my lord, has killed a young Venetian, Call'd-Roderigo. Oth. And Cassio kill'd? Emil. Roderigo kill'd! No, Cassio is not kill'd. Oth. Not Cassio kill'd? Then murder's out of tune, And sweet revenge grows harsh. Des. O, falsely, falsely murder'd! Oth. That! what? Alas! what cry is that? Emil. Out, and alas! that was my lady's voice:Help! help, ho! help!-O lady, speak again! Sweet Desdemona! O, sweet mistress, speak! Des. A guiltless death I die. Emil. This deed? O, who hath done Des. Nobody; I myself; farewell: Commend me to my kind lord; O, farewell. [Dies. Oth. Why, how should she be murder'd? Alas, who knows? Emil. Oth. You heard her say herself, it was not I. truth. Oth. She's, like a liar, gone to burning hell; 'Twas I that kill'd her. Emil. O, the more angel she, And you the blacker devil! Oth. She turn'd to folly, and she was a whore. devil. Oth. She was false as water. Emil. Thou art rash as fire, to say That she was false; O, she was heavenly true! Oth. Cassio did tup her; ask thy husband else. O, I were damn'd beneath all depth in hell, But that I did proceed upon just grounds To this extremity; Thy husband knew it all. Emil. My husband? Oth. Thy husband. Emil. That she was false to wedlock? Oth. Nay, had she been true, Ay, with Cassio. If heaven would make me such another world Of one entire and perfect chrysolite,1 I'd not have sold her for it. 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,2 woman? I say, thy husband. Emil. Omistress, villany hath made mocks with love! My husband say, that she was false? Oth. He, woman; I say, thy husband: Dost understand the word? (1) A precious stone. (2) Repetition. VOL. VIII. U My friend, thy husband, honest, honest Iago. Emil. Do thy worst: This deed of thine is no more worthy heaven, Oth. Peace, you were best. Emil. Thou hast not half the power to do me harm, As I have to be hurt.1 O gull! O dolt! As ignorant as dirt! thou hast done a deed,- The Moor has kill'd my mistress; Murder! murder! Enter Montano, Gratiano, and Iago. 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; Speak, for my heart is full. Jago. 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? (1) More can I bear than you dare execute.' Iago. With Cassio, mistress; Go to, charm your tongue. Emil. I will not charm my tongue; I am bound to speak; My mistress here lies murder'd in her bed. 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, gåt you home. Emil. Good gentlemen, let me have leave to speak; 'Tis proper I obey him, but not now :Perchance, Iago, I will ne'er go home. Oth. O! O! O! Emil. [Hanging over his wife. Nay, lay thee down, and roar, For thou hast kill'd the sweetest innocent, That e'er did lift up eye. Oth. O, she was foul! [Rising. I 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. Gra. Poor Desdemona! I am glad thy father's dead; Thy match was mortal to him, and pure grief (1) Forbid. Oth. "Tis pitiful: but yet Iago knows, Emil. O heaven! O heavenly powers! No, I will speak as liberall as the air; Let heaven, and men, and devils, let them all, All, all, cry shame against me, yet I'll speak. lago. Be wise, and get you home. Emil. Gra. I will not. [lago offers to stab his wife. Your sword upon a woman? Fie! Emil. O thou dull Moor! that handkerchief thou speak'st of, I found by fortune, and did give my husband; (More than, indeed, belong'd to such a trifle,) Iago. Villanous whore! Emil. She gave 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, gentle men: O murd❜rous 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! (1) Free. |