Emilia. My husband? Othello. What needs this iterance, woman? I say, thy husband. Emilia. O mistress, villainy hath made mocks with love! My husband say that she was false? Othello. Emilia. Do thy worst: This deed of thine is no more worthy heaven, Othello. Peace, you were best. Emilia. Thou hast not half the power to do me harm, As I have to be hurt. O gull! O dolt! As ignorant as dirt! Thou hast done a deed,— I care not for thy sword; I'll make thee known, Though I lost twenty lives :-Help! help! ho! help! The Moor has kill'd my mistress! Murder! murder ! Enter MONTANO, GRATIANO, and IAGO. Montano. What is the matter?-How now, general? Emilia. O, you are come, Iago? you have done well, That men must lay their murders on your neck. Gratiano. What is the matter? Emilia. Disprove this villain, if thou be'st a man ; Iago. I told him what I thought; and told no more Than what he found himself was apt and true. Emilia. But did you ever tell him she was false? Emilia. You told a lie; an odious, damned lie; She false with Cassio!--Did you say with Cassio? Tago. With Cassio, mistress. Go to, charm your tongue. Emilia. I will not charm my tongue, I am bound to speak; My mistress here lies murder'd in her bed. All. O heavens forefend! Emilia. And your reports have set the murder on. Montano. O monstrous act! Emilia. Villainy, villainy, villainy ! I think upon 't,-I think,-I smell 't ;-O villainy! O villainy, villainy ! Iago. What, are you mad? I charge you, get you home. Emilia. Good gentlemen, let me have leave to speak: 'Tis proper I obey him, but not now. Perchance, Iago, I will ne'er go home. Othello. O! O! O! Emilia. [Hanging over his wife, For thou hast kill'd the sweetest innocent, That e'er did lift up eye. Othello (rising). Nay, lay thee down and roar, O, she was foul !— I scarce did know you, uncle: there lies your niece, Whose breath, indeed, these hands have newly stopp'd: I know, this act shows horrible and grim. Gratiano. Poor Desdemona! I am glad thy father's dead. Thy match was mortal to him, and pure grief Othello. 'Tis pitiful: but yet Iago knows A thousand times committed; Cassio confess'd it; With that recognizance and pledge of love My father gave my mother. Emilia. O heaven! O heavenly powers! Iago. Come, hold your peace. Emilia. 'Twill out, 'twill out :-I hold my peace, sir? No; I will speak as liberal as the air; Let heaven, and men, and devils, let them all, All, all, cry shame against me, yet I'll speak. Emilia. O thou dull Moor! that handkerchief thou speak'st of I found by fortune, and did give my husband; For often, with a solemn earnestness (More than, indeed, belong'd to such a trifle), He begg'd of me to steal it. Iago. Villainous whore ! Emilia. She give it Cassio! no, alas, I found it, And I did give 't my husband. Iago. Filth, thou liest ! Emilia. By heaven, I do not, I do not, gentlemen ; O murderous coxcomb! what should such a fool Do with so good a wife? [Tago stabs Emilia, then runs out. Othello. Are there no stones in heaven, But what serve for the thunder?-Precious villain ! Gratiano. The woman falls; sure, he has kill'd his wife. Emilia. Ay, ay: O, lay me by my mistress' side! Gratiano. He's gone, but his wife 's kill'd. Montano. 'Tis a notorious villain. Take you this weapon, Which I have here recover'd from the Moor: [Exeunt Montano and Gratiano. Othello. I am not valiant neither, But every puny whipster gets my sword :— Emilia. What did thy song bode, lady? Othello. I have another weapon in this chamber, [Dies. Gratiano. (within). If thou attempt it, it will cost thee dear. Thou hast no weapon, and perforce must suffer. Othello. Look in upon me, then, and speak with me, Or, naked as I am, I will assault thee. Re-enter GRATIANO. Gratiano. What is the matter? Othello. Behold! I have a weapon; A better never did itself sustain Upon a soldier's thigh: I have seen the day, O cursed, cursed slave !-Whip me, ye devils, |