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Oth. She turn'd to folly, and she was a whore.
Thou art rash as fire, to say That she was false : 0, she was heavenly true ?
Oth. Cassio did tup her; ask thy husband else.
Emi. My husband ?
Ay, with Cassio
Emi. My husband ?
Ay, 'twas he that told me first :
My husband ? Oth. What needs this iterance, woman? I say,
thy husband. Emi. O mistress, villany hath made mocks with
love !-3 My husband say, that she was false?
1 A precious stone.
2 Repetition, 3.i. e. villany has taken advantage to play on the weakness of a violent passion.'-Johnson.
He, woman: I say, thy husband. Dost understand the word ? My friend, thy husband; honest, honest Iago.
Emi. If he say so, may his pernicious soul Rot half a grain a day! he lies to the heart : She was too fond of her most filthy bargain.
Oth. Ha !
Emi. Do thy worst :
Peace ; you were best. Emi. 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. Mon. What is the matter?-How now, general ? Emi. O, are you come, Iago ? you have done
'That men must lay their murders on your neck!
Gra. What is the matter?
Emi. Disprove this villain, if thou be’st a man. He says, thou told’st him that his wife was false : I know, thou didst not; thou 'rt not such a villain.
' i. e. more can I bear than you dare execute.
Speak, for my heart is full.
Iago. I told him what I thought; and told no
Than what he found himself was apt and true.
Emi. But did you ever tell him she was false?
Emi. You told a lie; an odious, damned lie;
tongue. Emi. I will not charm my tongue; I am bound
to speak :
All. O, Heavens forefend ! 1
Villany, villany, villany! -
home. Emi. Good gentlemen, let me have leave to
speak: 'Tis proper I obey him, but not now.
Perchance, Iago, I will ne'er go
home. Oth. O! O! O!
[hanging over his wife. Emi.
Nay, lay thee down, and roar; For thou hast kill'd the sweetest innocent, That e'er did lift up eye.
was foul !- [rising. 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. Gra. Poor Desdemona! I am glad thy father's
Oth. 'Tis pitiful : but yet Iago knows,
Emi. O heaven! O heavenly powers !
Come, hold your peace. Emi. 'Twill out, 'twill out:-I hold my peace,
sir ? no:
No; I will speak as liberal 1 as the air ;
Iago. Be wise, and get you home.
I will not.
[Iago offers to stab his wife. Gra.
Fie! Your sword upon a woman? Emi. O thou dull Moor! that handkerchief thou
Villanous whore !
Filth, thou liest.
[Iago stabs Emilia, then runs out. Oth.
Are there no stones in heaven, But what serve for the thunder ?-Precious villain ! Gra. The woman falls : sure, he has kill'd his
wife. Emi. Ay, ay: 0, lay me by my mistress' side!