Oth. She turn'd to folly, and she was a whore. Emi. Thou dost belie her, and thou art a devil. Oth. She was false as water. Emi. Thou art rash as fire. to say That she was false: O, she was heavenly true? Oth. Cassio did tup her; ask thy husband else. O, I were damn'd beneath all depth in hell, But that I did proceed upon just grounds To this extremity. Thy husband knew it all. Emi. My husband? Oth. Thy husband. Emi. That she was false to wedlock? Oth. Nay, had she been true, Ay, with Cassio If Heaven would make me such another world Of one intire and perfect chrysolite,1 I'd not have sold her for it. Emi. My husband? Oth. Ay, 'twas he that told me first: An honest man he is, and hates the slime That sticks on filthy deeds. Emi. 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. 3i. e. villany has taken advantage to play on the weakness of a violent passion.'-Johnson. Oth. I say, thy husband. He, woman: Dost understand the word? Emi. Do thy worst: This deed of thine is no more worthy heaven, Oth. 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 well, '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 more 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 ; She false with Cassio?-did you say, with Cassio? Iago. With Cassio, mistress: go to; charm your tongue. Emi. I will not charm my tongue; I am bound to speak : My mistress here lies murder'd in her bed. All. O, Heavens forefend! 1 Emi. And your reports have set the murder on. Oth. Nay, stare not, masters; it is true, indeed. Gra. "Tis a strange truth. Mon. O monstrous act! Emi. Villany, villany, villany! I think upon 't,—I think,—I smell 't.—O villany! Iago. What, are you mad? I charge you, get you home. Emi. Good gentlemen, let me have leave to speak : 'Tis proper I obey him, but not now. 1 Forbid. Perchance, Iago, I will ne'er go home. 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 dead: Thy match was mortal to him, and pure grief Oth. 'Tis pitiful: but yet Iago knows, With that recognisance and pledge of love My father gave my mother. Emi. O heaven! O heavenly powers! Iago. Come, hold your peace. Emi. "Twill out, 'twill out:-I hold my peace, sir? no: No; I will speak as liberal1 as the air; Let heaven, and men, and devils-let them all, Emi. O thou dull Moor! that handkerchief thou speak'st of, I found by fortune, and did give my husband; (More than, indeed, belong'd to such a trifle) Iago. Villanous whore ! Emi. She give it Cassio! no, alas! I found it, And I did give 't my husband. Iago. Filth, thou liest. Emi. By heaven, I do not; I do not, gentlemen. O murderous coxcomb! what should such a fool Do with so good a wife? Oth. [Iago stabs Emilia, then runs out. 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: O, lay me by my mistress' side! 1 Free. |