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Oth. He has confest.
Oth. No, his mouth is stop'd,
Def. My feare interprets then,-what is he dead?
Oth. Had all his haires bin liues,
Des. Alas he is betraid, and I vndone.
He stifles her. Def. O Lord, Lord, Lord t.
Emillia calls within
Em. My lord, my lord, what ho, my lord, my lord.
Oth. What voyce is this? not dead? not yet quite dead?
Em. What ho, my lord, my lord.
Oth. Yes, tis Emillia, by and by : fhce's dead : Tis like she comes to speake of Cafios death ; The noyse was here; ha, no more mouing, Still as the graue : fhall fhe come in ! were't good ? I thnike she stirres againe ; no, what's the best? If she come in, shee'll sure speake to my wife. My wife, my wife, my wife ; I ha no wife ; O insupportable : O heauy houre, Me thinks it should be now a huge ecclips Of sunne and moone, and that the affrighted globe, Should yawne at alteration. Em. I doe beseech you I may speake with you, good my
lord. Oth. I had forgot thee : O come in Emillia. Soft, by and by ; let me the curtaines draw,
Where art thou ? what's the matter with thee now?
Em. O my good lord, yonder's foule murders done.
Oth. It is the very error of the moone,
Em. Calio my lord has kil'd a yong Venetian,
Oth. Roderigo kild, and Casio kild?
Oth. Not Casio kild, then murders out of tune,
Def. O fallly, fallly murdered.
Em. O Lord *, what cry is that?
Em. Out and alas, it is f my ladyes voyce.
Def. A guiltlefTe death I die.
Des. No body, I my selfe, farewell :
Oth. Why, how should she be murdered?
Oth. She's like a lyer, gone to burning hell, 'Twas I that kild her.
Em. O the more angell she,
Oth. She turn’d to folly, and Me was a whore.
Em. Thou as rash as fire,
Oth, Galio did top her, aske thy husband else,
Em. My husband ?
Oth. I, with Casio : nay, had the bin true,
Of one intire and perfect crisolite, l'de not haue fold her for it.
Em. My husband !
Oth. I, twas he that told me first,
Em. My husband ?
Em. Doe thy worst,
Oth. Peace, you were best.
Em. Thou hast not halfe the power to doc me harme,
Enter Montano, Gratiano, lago, and others. Mon. What is the matter, how now generall ?
Em. O, are you come lago? you haue done well, That men must lay their murder on your neck,
All. What is the matter ?
* Em. Ob miffres, villainy barb made mockes with love :
My busband say ibat she was falje?
My friend, thy busband, bonefi, bonejl lago.
Em. Disproue this villaine, if thou bee'st a man;
lag. I told him what I thought, and told no more, Then what he found himselfe was apt and true.
Em. But did you euer tell him she was false?
Em. You told a lie, an odious damned lie;
lag. With Casio mistresse ; go to, charme your tongue. Em. I will not charme my tongue, I am bound to
Em. Good gentlemen let me haue leaue to speake,
Oth. fals on the bed.
Oth. O she was foule :
+ My mistresse bere lies murdered in ker bed.
All. Ob beavens forefird.
I thinke upon't, I ibirike, I smell a villany ;