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Ay, my lord. Oth. If you bethink yourself of any crime, Unreconciled as yet to heaven and grace, Solicit for it straight. Des. Alas, my lord, what may you mean by

Oth. Well, do it, and be brief ; I will walk by :
I would not kill thy unprepared spirit;
No,-Heaven forefend ! !—I would not kill thy soul.

Des. Talk you of killing ?

Ay, I do.

Then, Heaven Have mercy on me! Oth. Amen, with all


heart! Des. If you say so, I hope you will not kill me. Oth. Humph!

Des. And yet I fear you; for you are fatal then, When your eyes roll so: why I should fear, I know

not, Since guiltiness I know not; but yet, I feel, I fear.

Oth. Think on thy sins.

They are loves I bear to you.
Oth. Ay, and for that thou diest.
Des. That death 's unnatural that kills for

Alas, why gnaw you so your nether lip?
Some bloody passion shakes your very frame.
These are portents ; but yet, I hope, I hope,

1 Forbid.

They do not point on me.

Peace, and be still!
Des. I will so: what's the matter?
Oth. That handkerchief, which I so loved, and

gave thee,

Thou gavest to Cassio.

No, by my life and soul;
Send for the man, and ask him.

Sweet soul, take heed, Take heed of perjury: thou 'rt on thy death-bed.

Des. Ay, but not yet to die.

Yes, presently :
Therefore confess thee freely of thy sin ;
For to deny each article with oath,
Cannot remove nor choke the strong conception,
That I do groan withal. Thou art to die.

Des. Then, Lord have mercy on me!


Amen. Des. And have you mercy too !-I never did Offend



my life; never loved Cassio,
But with such general warranty of Heaven
As I might love: I never gave him token.
Oth. By heaven, I saw my handkerchief in his

O perjured woman! thou dost stone my heart;
And makest me call, what I intend to do,
A murder, which I thought a sacrifice :
I saw the handkerchief.

He found it then;
I never gave it him.-Send for him hither,
And let him confess a truth.



He hath confess'd.
Des. What, my lord ?
Oth. That he hath-used thee.

How? unlawfully?
Oth. Ay.
Des. He 'll not say so.

No, his mouth is stopp'd : Honest Iago hath ta'en order for 't. Des. My fear interprets then.

What, is he dead ? Oth. Had all his hairs been lives, my great

Had stomach for them all.

Des. Alas! he is betray'd, and I undone.
Oth. Out, strumpet! Weep'st thou for him to

my face?

Des. O, banish me, my lord, but kill me not.
Oth. Down, strumpet !
Des. Kill me to-morrow; let me live to-night.
Oth. Nay, if you strive,-

But half an hour.

Being done, There is no pause. Des.

But while I say one prayer. Oth. It is too late.

[he smothers her. Emi. [within.] My lord, my lord ! what ho! my


lord ! Oth. What noise is this ?—Not dead, not yet

quite dead? I, that am cruel, am yet merciful; I would not have thee linger in thy pain.


So, so.

Emi. [within.] What ho! my lord, my lord !

Who's there?
Emi. [within.] 0, good my lord, I would speak a

word with you. Oth. Yes; 'tis Emilia :-by and by She's

dead. "Tis like she comes to speak of Cassio's death. The noise was high.-Ha! no more moving ? Still as the grave.

Shall she come in? Were 't good? I think, she stirs again :-90.- -What's the best? If she come in, she 'll sure speak to my wife.My wife! my wife! what wife ?--I have no wife. O, insupportable! O, heavy hour! Methinks, it should be now a huge eclipse Of sun and moon; and that the affrighted globe Should yawn at alteration..

Emi. [within.] I do beseech you I may speak

with you,

O, good my lord !

Oth. I had forgot thee: O, come in, Emilia :Soft ;-by and by :- let me the curtains draw.Where art thou ? What's the matter with thee now?

[unlocks the door.

Emi. O, good my lord, yonder 's foul murder

Oth. What? now?

But now, my lord.

Oth. It is the very error of the moon : She comes more near the earth than she was wont, And makes men mad. Emi. Cassio, my lord, has kill'd a young Vene

tian, Call’a Roderigo. Oth.

Roderigo kill'd,
And Cassio kill'd ?

No, Cassio is not kill'd.
Oth. Not Cassio kill'd? Then murder 's out of

And sweet revenge grows harsh.

Des. O, falsely, falsely murder'd !

Alas! what cry is that? Oth. That, what?

Emi. Out, and alas ! that was my lady's voice :Help! help, ho! help!- lady, speak again! Sweet Desdemona! O, sweet mistress, speak !

Des. A guiltless death I die.

O, who hath done
This deed ?

Des. Nobody; I myself: farewell.
Commend me to my kind lord : 0, farewell. [dies.

Oth. Why, how should she bè murder'd ?

Alas, who knows?
Oth. You heard her say herself, it was not I.
Emi. She said so; I must needs report the truth.

Oth. She's, like a liar, gone to burning hei: 'Twas I that kill'd her. Emi.

O, the more angel she, And you the blacker devil !

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