Emil. And your reports have set the murder on. I think, I smell 't: - I thought so then: - I'll kill myself for grief. O villainy, villainy! O villainy! Iago. 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. Emil. Oth. O! O! O! [Falling on the Bed. Nay, lay thee down and roar, O! she was foul. [Rising. That e'er did lift up eye. Oth. Gra. Poor Desdemona! I am glad thy father's dead. This sight would make him do a desperate turn, Oth. 'Tis pitiful; but yet Iago knows, A thousand times committed: Cassio confess'd it; With that recognizance and pledge of love Emil. O heaven! O heavenly powers! Come, hold your peace. Iago. No, I will speak as liberal as the north. Let heaven, and men, and devils, let them all, Emil. Gra. Your sword upon a woman? I will not. [IAGO offers to stab his Wife, Fie! 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, belong'd to such a trifle) He begg'd of me to steal it. Iago. Villainous whore! Emil. She give it Cassio! no, alas! I found it, And I did give 't my husband. Iago. Filth, thou liest. Emil. By heaven, I do not; I do not, gentlemen. Oth. [IAGO stabs EMILIA, then runs out. Are there no stones in heaven, But what serve for the thunder? Precious villain! - you this weapon, Gra. The woman falls: sure, he has kill'd his wife. [Exeunt MONTANO and GRATIANO. I am not valiant neither, Oth. Emil. What did thy song bode, lady? Moor, she was chaste; she lov'd thee, cruel Moor: 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. [Dies. 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 to 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, Whip me, ye devils, From the possession of this heavenly sight! Enter LODOVICO, MONTANO, CASSIO, 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. Wrench his sword from him. [OTHELLO Wounds IAGO. I bleed, Sir; but not kill'd. Oth. I am not sorry neither: I'd have thee live; For, in my sense, 't is happiness to die. Lod. O thou Othello! that wert once so good, Fall'n in the practice of a damned slave, What shall be said to thee? Oth. An honourable murderer, if y Why, any thing: you will; For nought I did in hate, but all in honour. Did Lod. This wretch hath part confess'd his villainy. Cas. Dear general, I never gave you cause. Will you, I pray, demand that demi-devil, Iago. Demand me nothing: what you know, you know. Lod. What! not to pray? Gra. Oth. Well, thou dost best. Torments will ope your lips. Lod. Sir, you shall understand what hath befall'n, 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! Cas. Most heathenish, and most gross! Lod. Now, here's another discontented paper, Came in and satisfied him. Oth. How came you, Cassio, by that handkerchief, That was my wife's? Cas. O, the pernicious caitiff! I found it in my chamber; And he himself confess'd, but even now, That there he dropp'd it, for a special purpose, Oth. O fool! fool! fool! 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, That can torment him much, and hold him long, To the Venetian state. Come; bring him away. Nor set down aught in malice: then, must you speak |