Des. A guiltless death I die. Emil. O, who hath done This deed? Des. No body; I myself; farewel : Commend me to my kind lord; O, farewel! Emil. Alas, who knows? Oth. You heard her say herself, it was not I. [Dies. 290 Emil. She said so; I must needs report the truth. Oth. She's, like a liar, gone to burning hell; "Twas I that kill'd her. Emil. O, the more angel she, And you the blacker devil! Oth. She turn'd to folly, and she was a whore. Emil. Thou dost bely her, and thou art a devil. Oth. She was false as water. Emil. Thou art rash as fire, to say That she was false; O, she was heavenly true! Oth. Thy husband. Emil. That she was false to wedlock? 300 309 Oth. Ay, with Cassio. Nay, had she been true, If heaven would make me such another world Of one entire and perfect chrysolite, I'd not have sold her for it. Emil. My husband ? Oth. Ay, 'twas he that told me first: An honest man he is, and hates the slime Emil. My husband? Oth. What needs this iteration, woman I say, thy husband. 320 Emil. O mistress, villany hath made mocks with love! My husband say, that she was false? Oth. He, woman; I say, thy husband; Do'st understand the word? Oth. Ha! Emil. Do thy worst: This deed of thine is no more worthy heaven, Than thou wast worthy her. Oth. Peace, you were best. 330 Emil. Thou hast not half that power to do mé 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 hath kill'd my mistress; Murder! murder 1 Enter MONTANO, GRATIANO, IAGO, and others. Mont. What is the matter ?-How now, general ? Emil. O, are you come, Iago you have done well, That men must lay their murders on your neck. Gra. What is the matter? 341 Emil. Disprove this villain, if thou beʼst a man : He says, thou told'st him that his wife was false; I know, thou did'st not, thou'rt not such a villain; Speak, for my heart is full, lago. I told him what I thought: and told no more Than what he found himself was apt and true. Emil. But did you ever tell him, she was false? lago. I did. Amil. You told a lie: an odious, damned lie; Upon my soul, a lie; a wicked lie; 351 She false with Cassio!-Did you say, with Cassio? lago. With Cassio, mistress; Go to, charm your tongue. Emil. I will not charm my tongue; I am bound to speak; My mistress here lies murder'd 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. Mont. O monstrous act! Emil. Villany, villany, villany!→ I think upon't-I think—I smell't;—O villany! 361 lago. What, are you mad? I charge you, get you home. Emil. Good gentlemen, let me have leave to speak; 'Tis proper I obey him, but not now :Perchance, Iago, I will ne'er go home. 370 Oth. 01 01 O! [OTHELLO looking on his Wife. For thou hast kill'd the sweetest innocent Oth. O, she was foul! I scarce did know you, uncle: There lies [Rising. your niece, Whose breath, indeed, these hands have newly stopp'd: I know, this act shews horrible and grim. Gra. Poor Desdemona! I am glad thy father's dead; Thy match was mortal to him, and pure grief. 380 This sight would make him do a desperate turn; And fall to reprobation. Oth. 'Tis pitiful: but yet Iago knows, A thousand times committed; Cassio confess'd it; With that recognizance and pledge of love 390 137 Emil. O heaven! O heavenly powers! lago. Come, hold your peace. Emil. 'Twill out, 'twill out:-I hold my peace, sir? no, No, I will speak as liberal as the north; Let heaven, and men, and devils, let them all, All, all, cry shame against me, yet I'll speak. lago. Be wise, and get you home. Emil. I will not, [IAGO offers to stab his Wife. 401 Your sword upon a woman? Gra. Fie! Emil. 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), lago. Villanous whore! Emil. She give it Cassio! no, alas! I found it, And I did give it my husband. lago. Filth, thou liest. 410 Emil. By heaven, I do not; I do not, gentlemen: O murd'rous coxcomb! what should such a fool Do with so good a wife? [IAGO stabs his Wife, 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, Emil. Ay, ay; O, lay me by my mistress' side! |