Oth. It is the very error of the moon; She comes more near the earth than she was wont, And makes men mad. 108 Emil. Cassio, my lord, has kill'd a young Venetian Call'd Roderigo. Oth. Roderigo kill'd! Emil. No, Cassio is not kill'd. And Cassio kill'd? 112 Ay, 'twas he that told me first: Emil. My husband! Oth. What needs this iterance, woman? I say thy husband. 148 Emil. O mistress! villany hath made mocks My husband say that she was false! He, woman; Oth. Not Cassio kill'd! then murder's out of Rot half a grain a day! he lies to the heart: tune, 129 Emil. Oth. She was false as water. Thou art rash as fire to say O! I were damn'd beneath all depth in hell Oth. Nay, stare not, masters; it is true, indeed. Gra. 'Tis a strange truth. Villany! villany! villany! I think upon 't, I think, I smell 't; O villany! 189 Iago. What! are you mad? I charge you, get you home. 192 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! [Falls on the bed. 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. 197 Are there no stones in heaven But what serve for the thunder? Precious villain! [He runs at IAGO. LAGO stabs EMILIA, and exit. Gra. The woman falls: sure, he has kill'd his wife. Emil. Ay, ay; O! lay me by my mistress' side. Gra. He's gone; but his wife's kill'd. 236 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. Oth. [Exeunt MONTANO and GRATIANO. I am not valiant neither, 241 But every puny whipster gets my sword. But why should honour outlive honesty? Let it go all. Emil. What did thy song bode, lady? 244 Hark, canst 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; 249 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: 253 Thou hast no weapon, and perforce must suffer. Oth. Look in upon me then, and speak with 256 me, Or, naked as I am, I will assault thee. Re-enter GRATIANO. you know: From this time forth I never will speak word. Cas. Dear general, I never gave you cause. Oth. I do believe it, and I ask your pardon. Behold! I have a weapon; Will you, I pray, demand that demi-devil 300 A better never did itself sustain Why he hath thus ensnar'd my soul and body? Upon a soldier's thigh: I have seen the day, 260 Iago. Demand me nothing: what you know, 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. 264 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! 268 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. If that thou be'st a devil, I cannot kill thee. For, in my sense, 'tis happiness to die. Fall'n in the practice of a damned slave, 288 305 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, 308 Oth. O villain! But that, belike, Iago in the interim 320 Cas. 324 O fool! fool! fool! 328 Lod. You must forsake this room and go with us; Your power and your command is taken off, 332 That can torment him much and hold him long, It shall be his. You shall close prisoner rest. 337 I have done the state some service, and they No more of that. I pray you, in your letters, Nor set down aught in malice: then, must you speak 343 Of one that lov'd not wisely but too well; Albeit unused to the melting mood, For he was great of heart. Lod. [To IAGO.] O Spartan dog! 360 More fell than anguish, hunger, or the sea. 348 Look on the tragic loading of this bed; 352 Lod. O bloody period! Gra. [Stabs himself. All that's spoke is marr'd. 364 This is thy work; the object poisons sight; |