Oth. [Rising] O, she was foul! 200 I scarce did know you, uncle: there lies your niece, Gra. Poor Desdemona! I am glad thy father's dead: And fall to reprobation. Oth. "Tis pitiful; but yet Iago knows A thousand times committed; Cassio confess'd it; 210 Emil. O heaven! O heavenly powers! "Twill out, 'twill out: I peace! Emil. Gra. Your sword upon a woman? I will not. 220 [Lago offers to stab Emilia. 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. Villanous 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. O murderous coxcomb! what should such a fool Do with so good a woman? 229 Oth. Are there no stones in heaven But what serve for the thunder?-Precious villain: [He runs at Iago: Iago, from behind, stabs Emelia, and Gra. The woman falls; sure, he hath kill'd his wife. erit. Emil. Ay, ay: O, lay me by my mistress' side. Mon. "Tis a notorious villain. Take you this weapon, Which I have here recover'd from the Moor Come, guard the door without; let him not pass, 240 For 'tis a damned slave. [Exeunt Montano and Gratiano Emil. What did thy song bode, lady? Hark, canst thou hear me? I will play the swan, And die in music. [Singing] Willow, willow, willow.- 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. 250 [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 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 Be not afraid, though you do see me weapon'd; 260 270 Now, how dost thou look now? O ill-starr'd wench! And fiends will snatch at it. Cold, cold, my girl! From the possession of this heavenly sight! Blow me about in winds! roast me in sulphur! 280 Oh! Oh! Oh! Enter LODOVICO, MONTANO, CASSIO carried in a chair, and Lod. Where is this rash and most unfortunate man? Lod. Where is that viper? bring the villain forth. Iago. I bleed, sir; but not kill'd. Lod. Othou Othello, that wert once so good, Oth. Why, any thing: An honourable murderer, if you will; For nought I did 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. Will you, I pray, demand that demi-devil Why he hath thus ensnared my soul and body? 290 300 Iago. Demand me nothing: what you know, you know: From this time forth I never will speak word. 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 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, 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. SHAK. III.-17 310 Oth. O the pernicious caitiff! How came you, Cassio, by that handkerchief That was my wife's? I found it in my chamber: Cas. Oth. O fool! fool! fool! 320 Lod. You must forsake this room, and go with us: 330 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, Oth. Soft you; a word or two before you go. I have done the state some service, and they know't. Nor set down aught in malice: then must you speak Of one not easily jealous, but being wrought Richer than all his tribe; of one whose subdued eyes, 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 turban'd Turk I took by the throat the circumcised dog, Lod. O bloody period! Gra. 340 350 [Stabs himself. All that's spoke is marr'd. [Falls on the bed, and dies. Cas. This did I fear, but thought he had no weapon; For he was great of heart. Lod. [To Lago] O Spartan dog, More fell than anguish, hunger, or the sea! For they succeed on you. To you, lord governor, 861 370 |