Whose breath indeed, thefe hands haue newly stopt, Gra. Poore Desdemona, I am glad thy father's dead, Shore his old thread atwaine : This fight would make him doe a desperate turne, And fall to reprobation. Oth. Tis pittifull, but yet lago knowes, Em. O God, O heauenly God. Jag. Zounst, hold your peace. Em. 'Twill out, 'twill: I hold my peace fir, no, I'le be in fpeaking, liberall as the ayre, Let heauen, and men, and diuells, let em all, All, all cry fhame against me, yet I'le fpeake. Em. I will not, Gra. Fie, your fword vpon a woman? Em. O thou dull Moore, that handkercher thou fpeakft on, I found by fortune, and did giue my husband: For often with a folemne earneftneffe, More then indeed belong'd to fuch a trifle, He beg'd of me to steale it. lag. Villainous whore. Em. Em. She gave it Caffio? no alas I found it, And I did giu't my husband. lag. Filth thou lieft. Em. By heauen I doe not, I doe not gentlemen, O murderous coxcombe! what should such a foole Doe with fo good a woman? The Moore runnes at Iago, Iago kils his wife. Oth. Are there no stones in heauen, But what ferues for the thunder? pretious villaine. Gra. Hee's gone, but his wife's kild. Exit Iago. Mon. Tis a notorious villaine, take your weapon, Oth. I am not valiant neither, Exit Mont. and Gratiano. But euery puny whipster gets my fword, Em. Moore, fhe was chaft, fhe lou'd thee cruell Moore, So come my foule to bliffe, as I fpeake true; Oth. I haue another weapon in this chamber, It is a fword of Spaine, the ifebrookes temper; She dies. ◇ here O here it is; vncle I must come forth. Gra, within. Gra. If thou attempt it, it will cost thee deere, Thou haft no weapon, and perforce must suffer. Oth. Looke in vpon me then, and fpeake to me, Or naked as I am, I will affault thee. Gra. What is the matter? Oth. Behold, I haue a weapon, Vpon a fouldiers thigh: I haue feene the day, * Pale as thy fmocke, when we we shall meete at count §, Whippe me you diuells, From the poffeffion of this heauenly fight, your. Be not affraid, though you doe fee me weapon'd; compte. Enter Dd3 Enter Lodouico, Montano, Iago, and officers. Caffio in a chaire. Lad. Where is this rafh and moft infortunate man. Lod. Where is this + viper, bring the villaine forth. Oth. I looke downe towards his feet, but that's a fable If thou beeft a diuell, I cannot kill thee, Lod. Wring this fword from him. lag, I bleed fir, but not kil'd. Oth. I am not forry neither, I'de haue thee liue, For in my fenfe tis happineffe to die. Lod. O thou Othello, that wert once so good, Falne in the practise of a damned flaue, What fhould be faid to thee? Oth. Why any thing, An honourable murderer if you will: For nought did I in hate, but all in honour. Lod. This wretch hath part confest his villainy : Did you and he confent in Caffio's death? Oth. I. Caf. Deare generall, I did neuer giue you cause, Will you pray demand that demy diuell, Tag. Demand me nothing, what you know you know, From this time forth I neuer will fpeake word. Lod. What not to pray? Grat. Torments will op'e your lips. Oth. Well, thou doest best. Lod. Sir, you shall vnderstand what hath befalne, Which, as I thinke you know not: here is a letter, † that. Wrench. you I. Found Found in the pocket of the flaine Roderigo; Caf. Most heathenish, and most groffe. Lod. Now heres another difcontented paper, Found in his pocket too, and this it feemes, Roderigo meant to haue fent this damned villaine, But that belike, lago, in the nicke * Came in, and satisfied him. Oth. O the pernitious catieffe ! Caf. I found it in my chamber, And he himselfe confest it ‡ euen now, Oth. O foole, foole, foole. Caf. There is befides in Roderigoes letter Lod. You muft forfake this roome, and goe with vs, That can torment him much, and hold him long, |