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Emil. You told a lie; an odious, damned lie;
Upon my soul, a lie; a wicked lie.-

She false with Cassio! - Did you say with Cassio?
Iago. With Cassio, mistress; go to, charm your tongue.
Emil. I will not charm my tongue; I am bound to speak;
My mistress here lies murdered in her bed.

All. O Heavens forefend!

Emil. 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!


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Villany, villany, villany!. I think upon't, I think, I smell't;-O villany! I thought so then; -I'll kill myself for grief.— O villany, villany!

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Iago. What, are you mad? I charge you, get you home. Emil. Good gentlemen, let me have leave to speak; 'Tis proper to obey him, but not now.—

Perchance, Iago, I will ne'er go home.

Oth. O! O! O!
For thou hast killed the sweetest innocent,
That e'er did lift up eye.

[Hanging over his wife. Nay, lay thee down, and roar;

Oth. O, she was foul!- [Rising. I scarce did know you, uncle. There lies your niece, Whose breath, indeed, these hands have newly stopped. 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 Shore his old thread in twain. Did he live now, This sight would make him do a desperate turn, Yea, curse his better angel from his side,

And fall to reprobation.

Oth. 'Tis pitiful: but yet Iago knows

That she with Cassio hath the act of shame

A thousand times committed. Cassio confessed it;
And she did gratify his amorous works

With that recognizance and pledge of love
Which I first gave her. I saw it in his hand;
It was a handkerchief, an antique token

My father gave my mother.

Emil. O heaven! O heavenly powers!

Come, hold your peace.

Emil. Twill out, 'twill out;-I hold my peace, sir? no; 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.
Iago. Be wise, and get you home.



Your sword upon a woman?

I will not.

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Emil. 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, belonged to such a trifle,)
He begged of me to steal it.


Villanous whore !

Emil. She give it Cassio! no, alas; I found it, And I did give't my husband.


Filth, thou liest.

Emil. By Heaven, I do not; I do not, gentlemen ; O murderous coxcomb! what should such a fool

Do with so good a wife?


[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 killed his wife. Emil. Ay, ay; 0, lay me by my mistress' side! Gra. He's gone, but his wife's killed.

Mon. 'Tis a notorious villain. Take you this weapon, Which I have here recovered from the Moor. Come, guard the door without; let him not pass, But kill him rather. I'll after that same villain, For 'tis a damned slave.

[Exeunt MONTANO and GRATIANO. Oth. I am not valiant, neither, But every puny whipster gets my sword.But why should honor outlive honesty? Let it go all.

Emil. What did thy song bode, lady?
Hark, canst thou hear me? I will play the swan,
And die in music:- Willow, willow, willow.-

Moor, she was chaste; she loved thee, cruel Moor;
So come my soul to bliss, as I speak true;
So speaking as I think, I die,-I die.

Oth. I have another weapon in this chamber;
It is a sword of Spain, the ice-brook's temper;
O, here it is.-Uncle, I must come forth.

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Gra. [Within.] If thou attempt it, it will cost thee dear; Thou hast no weapon, and perforce must suffer.

Oth. Look in upon me, then, and speak with me, Or, naked as I am, I will assault thee.

Re-enter GRATIANO.

Gra. What is the matter?

Behold! I have a weapon;

A better never did itself sustain

Upon a soldier's thigh. I have seen the day,
That, with this little arm, and this good sword,
I have made my way through more impediments
Than twenty times your stop.-But, O, vain boast!
Who can control his fate? 'tis not so now.-
Be not afraid, though you do see me weaponed;
Here is my journey's end, here is my butt,
And very seamark of my utmost sail.
Do you go back dismayed? 'Tis a lost fear;
Man but a rush against Othello's breast,
And he retires; where should Othello go?-

Now, how dost thou look now? O ill-starred wench!
Pale as thy smock! when we shall meet at compt,
This look of thine shall hurl my soul from heaven,
And fiends will snatch at it. Čold, cold, my girl?
Even like thy chastity.-

O, cursed, cursed slave!-Whip me, ye devils,
From the possession of this heavenly sight!
Blow me about in winds! roast me in sulphur!
Wash me in steep-down gulfs of liquid fire!-
O Desdemona! Desdemona! dead?

Dead? O! O! O!

Enter LODOVICO, MONTANO, CASSIO, carried in a chair, and Officers, with IAGO, prisoner.

Lod. Where is this rash and most unfortunate man? Oth. That's he, that was Othello; here I am. Lod. Where is that viper? Bring the villain forth. Oth. I look down towards his feet-but that's a fable; If that thou be'st a devil, I cannot kill thee.


I bleed, sir; but not killed.

Lod. Wrench his sword from him.
Oth. I am not sorry, neither; I'd have thee live:
For, in my sense, 'tis happiness to die.

Lod. O thou Othello, that was once so good,

Fallen in the practice of a cursed slave,

What shall be said to thee?


Why, any thing.

An honorable murderer, if you will;

For nought I did in hate, but all in honor.

Lod. This wretch hath part confessed his villany.
Did you and he consent in Cassio's death?
Oth. Ay.

Cas. Dear general, I never gave you cause.
Oth. I do believe it; and I ask your pardon.
Will you, I pray you, demand that demi-devil,
Why he hath thus ensnared my soul and body?
Iago. Demand me nothing. What you know, you know ;
From this time forth I never will speak word.

Lod. What? not to pray?


Oth. Well, thou dost best.

Torments will ope your lips.

Lod. Sir, you shall understand what hath befallen,

Which, as I think, you know not.

Here is a letter,

Found in the pocket of the slain Roderigo;

And here, another. The one of them imports

The death of Cassio to be undertook

By Roderigo.

Oth. O villain!


Most heathenish, and most gross!

Lod. Now, here's another discontented paper, Found in his pocket too; and this, it seems, Roderigo meant to have sent this damned villain; But that, belike, Iago, in the interim,

Came in and satisfied him.


How came you, Cassio, by that handkerchief
That was my wife's?


O, the pernicious caitiff!-

I found it in my chamber:

And he himself confessed, but even now,
That there he dropped it, for a special purpose,
Which wrought to his desire.


O fool! fool! fool!

Cas. There is, besides, in Roderigo's letter,

How he upbraids Iago, that he made him
Brave me upon the watch; whereon it came
That I was cast. And even but now he spake,
After long seeming dead,- Iago hurt him,
Iago set him on.

Lod. You must forsake this room, and go with us;
Your power and your command is taken off,

And Cassio rules in Cyprus. For this slave,-
If there be any cunning cruelty,

That can torment him much, and hold him long,
It shall be his. You shall close prisoner rest,
Till that the nature of your fault be known
To the Venetian state.-Come, bring him away.

Oth. Soft you; a word or two, before you go.

I have done the state some service, and they know it;
No more of that.-I pray you, in your letters,
When you shall these unlucky deeds relate,
Speak of me as I am; nothing extenuate,

Nor set down aught in malice. Then must you speak
Of one that loved not wisely, but too well;
Of one, not easily jealous, but, being wrought,
Perplexed in the extreme; of one, whose hand,
Like the base Júdean, threw a pearl away,

Richer than all his tribe; of one, whose subdued eyes,
Albeit unused to the melting mood,

Drop tears as fast as the Arabian trees
Their medicinal gum. Set you down this;
And say, besides,-that in Aleppo once,
Where a malignant and a turbaned Turk
Beat a Venetian, and traduced the state,
I took by the throat the circumcised dog,
And smote him-thus.

Lod. O bloody period!


[Stabs himself.

All, that's spoke, is marred.

Oth. I kissed thee, ere I killed thee.-No way but this, [Falling upon DESDEMONA. [Dies.

Killing myself, to die upon a kiss.
Cas. This did I fear, but thought he had no weapon;
For he was great of heart.


O Spartan dog,
More fell than anguish, hunger, or the sea!
Look on the tragic loading of this bed;
This is thy work: the object poisons sight:-
Let it be hid. Gratiano, keep the house,
And seize upon the fortunes of the Moor,
For they succeed to you. To you, lord governor,
Remains the censure of this hellish villain;
The time, the place, the torture,-O, enforce it!
Myself will straight abroad; and, to the state,
This heavy act with heavy heart relate.


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