As

Iago. O, did he so? I charge you go with me.
Emil. Fye, fye upon thee, strumpet!
Bian. I am no strumpet; but of life as honest,
you that thus abuse me.

Émil. As I? foh! fye upon thee!

Iago. Kind gentlemen, let's go see poor Cassio dress'd:

Come, mistress, you must tell us another tale. Emilia, run you to the citadel,

And tell my lord and lady what has happ'd.Will you go on, I pray?—This is the night,

Aside.

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.
Yet she must die, else she'll betray more men.
Put out the light, and then put out the light:
If I quench thee, thou flaming minister,
I can again thy former light restore,
Should I repent me :-but once put out thine,
Thou cunning'st pattern of excelling nature,
I know not where is that Promethean heat,
That can thy light relume. When I have
pluck'd thy rose,

I cannot give it vital growth again,
It needs must wither:-I'll smell it on the tree.
[Kissing her.
O balmy breath, that dost almost persuade
Justice to break her sword!-One more, one

more.

Be thus when thou art dead, and I will kill thee, And love thee after:-One more, and this the last:

So sweet was ne'er so fatal. I must weep,
But they are cruel tears: This sorrow's heavenly;
It strikes, where it doth love.-She wakes-
Des. Who's there? Othello?

Oth. Ay, Desdemona.

Des. Will you come to bed, my lord?

Oth. Have you pray'd to-night, Desdemona? Des. Ay, my lord.

Oth. If you bethink yourself of any crime, Unreconcil'd as yet to heaven and grace, Solicit for it straight.

Des. Alas, my lord, what may you mean by that?

Oth. Well, do it, and be brief; I will walk by: I would not kill thy unprepared spirit; No,-Heaven forefend !—I would not kill thy soul.

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 me. Oth. Humph!

Des. And yet I fear you; for you are fatal then, When your eyes roll so: Why I should fear, I know not,

Since guiltiness I know not; but yet, I feel, I fear.
Oth. Think on thy sins.

Des. They are loves I bear to you.
Oth. Ay, and for that thou diest.

Des. That death's unnatural, that kills for loving.

Alas, why gnaw you so your nether lip? Some bloody passion shakes your very frame: These are portents; but yet I hope, I hope, They do not point on me.

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. Des. Ay, but not yet to die.

Oth. Yes, presently:

Therefore confess thee freely of thy sin;
For to deny each article with oath,
Cannot remove, nor choke, the strong conception,
That I do groan withal. Thou art to die.
Des. Then, Lord have mercy on me!
Oth. I say, amen.

Des. And have you mercy too!-I never did
Offend you in my life: never lov'd Cassio,
But with such general warranty of heaven
As I might love: I never gave him token.

Oth. By heaven, I saw my handkerchief in his

hand.

O perjur'd woman! thou dost stone my heart,
And mak'st me call, what I intend to do,-
A murder, which I thought a sacrifice:
I saw the handkerchief.

Des. He found it then ;

I never gave it him :-Send for him hither,
And let him confess a truth.

Oth. He hath confess'd.
Des. What, my lord?

Oth. That he hath-us'd thee.
Des. How? unlawfully?
Oth. Ay.

Des. He'll not say so.

Oth. No, his mouth is stopp'd: Honest Iago hath ta'en order for't.

Des. My fear interprets then,-What, is he dead?

Oth. Had all his hairs been lives, my great

Oth. Out, strumpet! Weep'st thou for him to my face?

Des. O, banish me, my lord, but kill me not. Oth. Down, strumpet!

Des. Kill me to-morrow, let me live to-night. Oth. Nay, if you strive,

Des. But half an hour.

Oth. Being done,

There is no pause.

Des. But while I say one prayer.
Oth. It is too late.

[He smothers her. Emil. Within. My lord, my lord! what ho! lord! my 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.—
So, so.

Emil. Within. What ho! my lord, my lord!
Oth. Who's there?

Emil. Within.] O, good my lord, I would speak a word with you.

Oth. Yes;-'tis Emilia:-by and by.-She's dead.

'Tis like she comes to speak of Cassio's death; The noise was high.-Ha! no more moving? Still as the grave. Shall she come in? Were't good?

I think, she stirs again:-No.-What's the best?
If she come in, she'll sure speak to my wife:
My wife! my wife! what wife?-I have no wife:
O, insupportable! O heavy hour!
Methinks it should be now a huge eclipse
Of sun and moon; and that the affrighted globe
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 now? [Unlocks the door.

Oth. That! what?

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. O, who hath done This deed?

Des. Nobody; I myself; farewell: Commend me to my kind lord; O, farewell. [Dies.

Oth. Why, how should she be murder d?
Emil. Alas, who knows?

Oth. You heard her say herself, it was not I.
Emil. She said so; I must needs report the
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.
Emil. Thou dost belie her, and thou art a 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. Ay, with Cassio.
Nay, had she been true,

If heaven would make me such another world
Of one entire and perfect chrysolite,
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, woman? I say, thy husband.

Emil. O mistress, villainy hath made mocks with love!

My husband say, that she was false?

Oth. He, woman;

I say, thy husband: Dost understand the word? My friend, thy husband, honest, honest lago.

Emil. If he say so, may his pernicious soul Rot half a grain a day! he lies to the heart; She was too fond of her most filthy bargain. Oth. Ha!

Emil. Do thy worst ;

This deed of thine is no more worthy heaven, Than thou wast worthy her.

Oth. Peace, you were best.

Emil. Thou hast not half the power to do me harm,

As I have to be hurt. O gull! O dolt!
As ignorant as dirt! thou hast done a deed,--
I care not for thy sword; I'll make thee known,

no more

Than what he found himself was apt and true. Emil. But did you ever tell him, she was false? Jago. 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 lies murder'd in her bed.
All. O heavens forefend!

Emil. And your reports have set the murderon.
Oth. Nay, stare not, masters; it is true, indeed.
Gra. 'Tis a strange truth.

Mon. O monstrous act!

Emil. Villainy, villainy, villainy !-

I think upon't,-I think,-I smell't ;-O villainy!

I thought so then ;-I'll kill myself for grief.O.villainy, villainy!

Iago. What, are you mad? I charge you, get 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! [Hanging over his wife. Emil. 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
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 confess'd it:
And she did gratify his amorous works
With that recognizance and pledge of love,
Which I first gave her; I saw it in his hand;
It was a handkerchief, an antique token
My father gave my mother.

Emil. O heaven! O heavenly powers!
Iago. 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,
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.
Gra. Fye!

Your sword upon a woman?

Emil. O thou dull Moor! that handkerchief thou speak'st of,

I found by fortune, and did give my husband;
For often, with a solemn earnestness,
(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 donot; 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 vil

lain !

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.

Man. '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, But every puny whipster gets my sword:But why should honour outlive honesty? Let it go all.

Emil. What did thy song bode, lady? Hark, can'st thou hear me? I will play the swan, And die in music ;-Willow, willow, willow.Moor, she was chaste; she lov'd thee, cruel Moor; So come my soul to bliss, as I speak true; So speaking as I think, I die,—I die.

[Dies.

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 wear on, and perforce must suffer.

me,

Or, naked as I am, I will assault thee.

Re-enter GRATIANO.

Gra. What is the matter?

Oth. Behold! I have a weapon; A better never did itself sustain

Upon a soldier's thigh: I have seen the day,
That, with this little arm, and this good sword,
I have made my way through more impediments
Than twenty times your stop:-But, O vain
boast!

Who can control his fate? 'tis not so now.-
Be not afraid, though you do see me weapon'd;
Here is my journey's end, here is my butt,
And very sea-mark of my utmost sail.
Do you go back dismay'd? 'tis a lost fear;
Man but a rush against Othello's breast,
And he retires ;-where should Othello go?-
Now, how dost thou look now? O ill-starr'd
wench!

Pale as thy smock! when we shall meet at compt,
This look of thine will hurl my soul from heaven,
And fiends will snatch at it. Cold, cold, my girl?
Even like thy chastity.-

O cursed, cursed slave !-Whip me, ye devils,
Fom 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?
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.
Lod. Wrench his sword from him.
Iago. I bleed, sir; but not kill'd.

Why he hath thus ensnar'd my soul and body? Iago. Demand me nothing: What you know,

you know:

From this time forth I never will speak word. Lod. What? not to pray?

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 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. O the pernicious caitiff!— How came you, Cassio, by that handkerchief That was my wife's?

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, Which wrought to his desire.

Oth. O fool! fool! fool!

Cas. There is, besides, in Roderigo's letter,How he upbraids Iago, that he made him Brave me upon the watch; whereon it came That I was cast: And even but now he spake, After long seeming dead,—Iago hurt him, Iago set him on.

Lod. You must forsake this room, and go

with us;

Your power and your command is taken off, And Cassio rules in Cyprus. For this slave,If there be any cunning cruelty,

That can torment him much, and hold him long, It shall be his: You shall close prisoner rest, Till that the nature of your fault be known To the Venetian state:-Come, bring him away. Oth. Soft you; a word or two, before you go.

live;

For, in my sense, 'tis happiness to die.

know it;

Fall'n in the practice of a cursed slave,

What shall be said to thee?

Oth. Why, any thing:

An honourable murderer, if you will;
For nought I did in hate, but all in honour.
Lod. This wretch hath part confess'd his vil-
lainy:

Did you and he consent in Cassio's death?
Oth. Ay.

Cas. Dear general, I never gave you cause.
Oth. I do believe it, and I ask your pardon.

Speak of me as I am; nothing extenuate,
Nor set down aught in malice: then must you

speak

Of one, that lov'd not wisely, but too well;
Of one, not easily jealous, but, being wrought,
Perplex'd in the extreme; of one, whose hand,
Like the base Júdean, threw a pearl away,
Richer than all his tribe; of one, whose sub-
du'd eyes,

Albeit unused to the melting mood,
Drop tears as fast as the Arabian trees

Lod. O Spartan dog, More fell than anguish, hunger, or the sea! Look on the tragic loading of this bed; [To Iago. This is thy work: the object poisons sight;Let it be hid.-Gratiano, keep the house, And seize upon the fortunes of the Moor, For they succeed to you. To you, lord governor, Remains the censure of this hellish villain; The time, the place, the torture,-O enforce it! Myself will straight aboard; and, to the state, This heavy act with heavy heart relate. [Exeunt.