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Gra. He's gone, but his wife's kill’d.
Mon. 'Tis a notorious villain. Take you this
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. Oih.
I am not valiant neither,
But every puny whipster gets my sword :-
But why should honor outlive honesty ?
Emi. What did thy song bode, lady?
Hark, canst thou hear me? I will play the swan,
And die in music :- Willow, willow, willow.'-
Moor, she was chaste; she loved 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
Thou hast no weapon, and perforce must suffer.
Oth. Look in upon me then, and speak with
Or, naked as I am, I will assault thee.
Gra. What is the matter ?
Behoid! 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, О 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
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
Even like thy chastity:-
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 ?
Dead? O! O! O!
Enter LODOVICO, MONTANO, CASSIO carried in a
chair, and Officers, with iago, prisoner.
Lo. Where is this rash and most unfortunate
Oth. That's he, that was Othello : here I am.
Lo. Where is that viper ? bring the villain forth.
Oth. I look down towards his feet; 1—but that's
If that thou be'st a devil, I cannot kill thee.
[Othello wounds Iago. Lo. 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.
Lo. O thou Othello, that was once so good,
Fallen in the practice 2 of a cursed slave ;-
What shall be said to thee?
Why, any thing :
An honorable murderer, if you
For naught I did in hate, but all in honor.
Lo. This wretch hạth part confess'd his villany. 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. Will you, I pray you, demand that demi-devil,
Why he hath thus ensnared my soul and body?
Iago. Demand me nothing: what you know, you
From this time forth I never will speak word.
Lo. What? not to pray ?
Torments will ope your lips. Oth. Well, thou dost best.
Lo. Sir, you shall understand what hath befallen,
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
Oth. O villain !
Most heathenish, and most gross!
Lo. 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.
O the pernicious caitiff !
How came you, Cassio, by that handkerchief
That was my wife's ?
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.
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.
Lo. You must forsake this room, and go with us ; Your power
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.
I have done the state some service, and they know
Ne more of that.-I
shall these unlucky deeds relate, Speak of me as I am; nothing extenuate, Nor set down aught in malice: then must you
Of one, that loved 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 Judean, threw a pearl away
Richer than all his tribe; of one, whose subdued
Albeit unused to the melting mood,
Drop tears as fast as the Arabian trees
Their medicinal gum: set you down this :
And say, besides, that in Aleppo once,
Where a malignant and a turban’d Turk
Beat a Venetian, and traduced the state,