Bian. He supp'd at my house; but I therefore shake not. Jago. O, did he so? I charge you go with me. Bian. I am no strumpet; but of life as honest, Emil. As I! foh! fie upon thee! 130 lago. Kind gentlemen, let's go see poor Cassio dress'd: Come, mistress, you must tell us another tale.- And tell my lord and lady what hath happ'd. Will you go on, I pray?—This is the night, [Aside. That either makes me, or fordoes me quite. [Exeunt. SCENE II. A Bed-Chamber: DESDEMONA in Bed, asleep. A Light burning. Enter OTHELLO. Oth. It is the cause, it is the cause, my soul- 140 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 her's 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, |