Emil. O who has done

This deed?

Des. Nobody; I myself; farewell!
Commend me to my kind lord :-O, farewell!

Oth. Why, how should she be murder'd?
Emil. Alas, who knows?

[She dies.

Oth. You heard her say herself, it was not I.
Emil. She said so; I must needs report a 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 belie 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. Cassio did use 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.
Emil. My husband!

Cas. Thy husband.

Emil. That she was false to wedlock?

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. What needs this iteration, woman?

I say, thy husband ;-Dost understand the word ?-
My friend, thy husband, honest, honest Iago.
Emil. 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?-

Emil. Do thy worst:

This deed of thine is no more worthy heaven,
Than thou wast worthy her.

Oth. Peace, you were best ;

Emil. Thou hast not half that 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 mistress:-Murder! mur-

der!

my

Enter MONTANO, GRATIANO, and IAGO. Mont. What is the matter?

Emil. My mistress here lies murder'd in her bed.—
O, are you come, Iago? you have done well,
That men must lay their murders on your neck.
Disprove this villain, if thou beʼst a man:

He says, thou told'st him that his wife was false;
I know, thou didst not; thou'rt not such a villain ;—
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.
Emil. But did you ever tell him, she was false?
Iago. I did.

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.

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.

Oth. O! OTO!

[Falling on the Bed.

Emil. Nay, lay thee down, and roar; For thou hast kill'd the sweetest innocent That e'er did lift up eye.

Oth. O, she 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 terrible 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.

Oth. 'Tis pitiful: but yet Iago knows,
That she with Cassio had the act of shame
A thousand times committed; Cassio confess'd it:
And she did gratify his amorous works

With the 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!
That handkerchief, thou speak'st of,

I found by fortune, and did give my husband;
For often, with a solemn earnestness,

(More than, indeed, belong❜d to such a trifle,)
He begg'd of me to steal it.

Tago. Filth, thou liest.

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?

Oth. Are there no stones in heaven,

But what serve for the thunder ?-Precious villain! [OTHELLO makes a pass at IAGO, MONTANO disarms him,-IAGO, at the same time, stabs EMILIA, and runs out.

Mont. Take you this weapon,

Which I have here recover'd from the Moor:
Come, guard the door without; let him not pass,
But kill him rather: I'll after that same villain.

[Exeunt MONTANO and GRATIano.

Oth. I am not valiant neither,

But every puny whipster gets my sword:-
But why should honour outlive honesty?
Let it go all.

Emil. Moor, she was chaste: she lov'd thee, cruel
Moor:

So come my soul to bliss, as I speak true;
So speaking as I think, I die,-I die.

[She dies. Oth. I have another weapon in this chamber, It is a sword of Spain, the ice-brook's temper;

[Goes for the Sword, and returns. O, here it is;-Uncle, I must come forth. Gra. [Without.] 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 to me,
Or, naked as I am, I will assault thee.

Enter GRATIANO.

Behold! I have a weapon:

A better never did itself sustain

Upon a soldier's thigh: I've seen the day,
That, with this little arm, and this good sword,
I've made my way through more impediments
Than twenty times your stop:-But, O vain boast!
Who can control his fate? 'tis not so now.-
Do you go back dismay'd? "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-starr'd wench!
Pale as thy smock!-when we shall meet at compt,
This look of thine will hurl my soul from heaven,
And fiends will snatch at it.-Cold, cold, my girl;
Even like thy chastity.-O 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 ?-O, O, 0!— [Falls down by her.

Enter LODOVICO, CASSIO, brought in by ANTONIO and JULIO, MONTANO, IAGO, prisoner, MARCO, and PAULO.

Lod. Where is this rash and most unfortunate man? Oth. That's he, that was Othello ;-Here I am. Lod. Where is this 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.

[OTHELLO wounds IAGO, and MONTANO disarms him.

Iago. I bleed, sir; but not kill'd.

Oth. I am not sorry neither; I'd have thee live; For, in my sense, 'tis happiness to die.

Lod. O thou, Othello, that wast once so good,
Fall'n in the practice of a cursed slave,
What shall be said to thee?

Oth. Why, any thing:

An honourable murderer, if you will:
For nought did I in hate, but all in honour.
Lod. This wretch hath part confess'd 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, demand that demi-devil, Why he hath thus ensnar'd my soul and body? Iago. Demand me nothing: What you know, you know:

From this time forth I never will speak word.

Oth. Well, thou dost best.

Lod. Sir, you shall understand what hath befall'n, Which, as I think, you know not:—Here's a letter, Found in the pocket of the slain Roderigo; And here, another: the one of them imports