Of one entire and perfect chrysolite ', Emil. My husband? Oth. Ay, 't was he that told me first; An honest man he is, and hates the slime Emil. My husband? Oth. What needs this iterance', woman? I say, thy husband. Emil. O mistress, villainy hath made mocks with love! that she was false? My husband say, Emil. If he say so, may his pernicious soul Emil. Do thy worst: This deed of thine is no more worthy heaven, Oth. Peace, you were best. Emil. Thou hast not half the power to do me harm, As I have to be hurt. 3 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 my mistress; Murder! murder! Enter MONTANO, GRATIANO, and IAGO. Mon. What is the matter! How now, general? Emil. O, are you come, Iago? you have done well, 2 Repetition. A precious stone. That men must lay their murders on your neck. Emil. Disprove this villain, if thou be'st 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; 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 4! Emil. And your reports have set the murder on. Oth. Nay, stare not, masters; it is true, indeed. Gra. 'Tis a strange truth. Mon. O monstrous act! Emil. Villainy, villainy, villainy !I think upon 't, I think, I smell 't;-Ŏ vil lainy! I thought so then ; — I'll kill myself for grief. 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: [Hanging over his Wife. Nay, lay thee down, and roar; 4 Forbid. For thou hast kill'd the sweetest innocent, 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 horrible and grim. Gra. Poor Desdemona ! I am glad thy father's dead; Thy match was mortal to him, and pure grief With that recognizance and pledge of love Emil. O heaven! O heavenly powers! No, I will speak as liberal as the air; Let heaven, and men, and devils, let them all, Emil. Gra. I will not.. Emil. O thou dull Moor! that handkerchief thou Your sword upon a woman? speak'st of, I found by fortune, and did give my husband; s. Free. (More than, indeed, belong'd to such a trifle,) He begg'd of me to steal it. Iago. Villainous liar! 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 murd'rous coxcomb! what should such a fool Do with so good a wife? Oth. [IAGO stabs EMILIA, then runs out. 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! Gra. He's gone, but his wife's kill'd. Mon. 'Tis a notorious villain. Take you this weapon, Which I have here recover'd from the Moor: Oth. I am not valiant neither, But every puny whipster gets my sword: Emil. What did thy song bode, lady? - [Dies. 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. "Steel is hardened by being put red-hot into very cold water. 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? Oth. Behold! I have a weapon; A better never did itself sustain your stop: Upon a soldier's thigh: I have seen the day, ;; O cursed, cursed slave ! Whip me, ye devils, Dead? O! O! O! 7 Account |