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Save you your labour.—He that lies slain here, Cassio, Was my dear friend : What malice was between you?
Cas. None in the world; nor do I know the man. Iago. [To Bian.) What, look you pale?-0, bear him out oʻthe air.
[Cassio and Rod. are borne off. Stay you, good gentlemen :-Look you pale, mistress? Do you perceive the gastness of her eye?Nay, if you stare, we shall hear more anon:Behold her well; I pray you, look upon her ; Do you see, gentlemen ? nay, guiltiness will speak, Though tongues were out of use.
Emil. Alas, good gentleman! alas, good Cassio! lago. This is the fruit of whoring.–Pr'ythee,
shake at that? Bian. He supp'd at my house; but I therefore shake
not. Iago. O, did he so? I charge you, go with me. Emil. Fye, fye upon thee, strumpet!
Bian. I am no strumpet; but of life as honest, As you that thus abuse me.
As I? foh! fye upon thee! lago. Kind gentlemen, let's go see poor Cassio
dress'd:Come, mistress, you must tell us another tale.Emilia, run you to the citadel, And tell my lord and lady what has happ'd.Will you go on, I pray? This is the night, [Aside. That either makes me, or fordoes 83 me quite.
A Bedchamber: Desdemona in bed asleep. A light
Enter OTHELLO. Oth. s* It is the cause, it is the cause, my soul, Let me not name it to you, you chaste stars !It is the cause.—Yet I'll not shed her blood; Nor scar that whiter skin of hers than snow, And smooth as monumental alabaster.
[Takes off his sword. Yet she must die, else she'll betray more men. Put out the light, and then put out the light: If I quench thee, thou flaming minister, I can again thy former light restore, Should I repent me:- but once put out thine, Thou cunning'st pattern of excelling nature, I know not where is that Promethean heat, That can thy light relume. When I have pluck'd thy
I cannot give it vital growth again,
Des. Who's there? Othello?
Ay, my lord.
Des. Alas, my lord, what may you mean by that?
Oth. Well, do it, and be brief; I will walk by :
Des. Talk you of killing?
Ay, I do.
Amen, with all my heart!