Go know of Cassio where he supp'd to-night:- 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. Emil. As I foh! fye upon thee! Iago. Kind gentlemen, let's go see poor Cassio dress'd: Come, mistress, you must tell us another tale.- And tell my lord and lady what has happ'd.- [Aside. [Exeunt. SCENE II-A Bed-chamber: DESDEMONA in Bed asleep. A Light burning. Enter OTHELLO. That either makes me, or fordoes me quite. Oth. 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:7 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 rose, I cannot give it vital growth again, O balmy breath, that dost almost persuade Oth. Ay, Desdemona. Des. Will you come to bed, my lord? Oth. Have you pray'd to-night, Desdemona? Des. Ay, my lord. Oth. If you bethink yourself of any crime, Unreconciled as yet to heaven and grace, Solicit for it straight. Des. Alas, my lord, what may you mean by that? I would not kill thy unprepared spirit; Oth. Des. Have mercy on me! Oth. • Undoes. i. e. The light of life. Ay, I do. Then heaven Amen, with all my heart! This is the punctuation of the folio of 1623, and of Pope, Stevens, &c., but some editors point it thus; Put out the light, and then-Put out the light: Oth. Sweet soul, take heed, Take heed of perjury; thou art on thy death-bed. Des. Ay, but not yet to die. Oth. Yes, presently: Therefore confess thee freely of thy sin; For to deny each article with oath, Cannot remove, nor choke, the strong conception That I do groan withal. Thou art to die. Des. Then, Lord have mercy on me! Oth. I say, amen. Des. And have you mercy too!—I never did Offend you in my life; never lov'd Cassio, But with such general warranty of heaven As I might love: I never gave him token. Oth. By heaven, I saw my handkerchief in his hand. O perjur'd woman! thou dost stone my heart, And mak'st me call what I intend to do,A murder, which I thought a sacrifice: I saw the handkerchief. Des. He found it then; a word with you. Oth. Yes;-'tis Emília:-by-and-by.-She's dead. 'Tis like she comes to speak of Cassio's death: The noise was high.-Ha! no more moving? Still as the grave. Shall she come in?" "Were't good! I think, she stirs again:-No.-What's the best? And Cassio kill'd! Emil. Roderigo kill'd! No, Cassio is not kill'd. Enter MONTANO, GRATIANO, and IAGO. Mon. What is the matter?-How now, general? Emil. O,are you come, Iago? you have done well, That men must lay their murders on your neck. Gra. What is the matter? 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 Oth. Not Cassio kill'd? then murder's out of tune, My mistress here lies murder'd in her bed. Des. O, falsely, falsely murder'd! Emil. Oth. That! what? Alas, what cry is that? 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; 0, she was heavenly true! Oth. Cassio did tap her; ask thy husband else. 0, 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?" Oth. Thy husband. Emil. That she was false to wedlock? Oth. Nay, had she been true, Ay, with Cassio. If heaven would make me such another world Of one entire and perfect chrysolite,9 I'd not have sold her for it. Emil. My husband? Oth. Ay, 'twas he that told me first: An honest man he is, and hates the slime That sticks on filthy deeds. My husband? Emil. Oth. What needs this iterance,' woman? I say, thy husband. Emil. O mistress, villany hath made mocks with love! My husband say that she was false? Emil. Do thy worst: Oth. Peace, you were best. Emil. Thou hast not half the power to do me harm, As I have to be hurt.2 O gull! O dolt! All. O heavens forfend!3 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. Villany, villany, villany! I think upon't, I think. I smell't;-O villany!I thought so then;-I'll kill myself for grief.O villany, villany! 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, lago, I will ne'er go home. Oth. O! 0!0! Emil. [Hanging over his wife. 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 horrible and grim. Gra. Poor Desdemona! I am glad thy father's dead; Thy match was mortal to him, and pure grief Oth. 'Tis pitiful: but yet Iago knows, No, I will speak as liberal as the air; Oth. 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: Come, guard the door without; let him not pass, But kill him rather; I'll after that same villain, For 'tis a damned slave. [Exeunt MONTANO and GRATIANO. Oth. I am not valiant neither, But every puny whipster gets my sword:But why should honor outlive honesty? Let it go all. Emil. What did thy song bode, lady? Hark, canst thou hear me? I will play the swan, And die in music;-Willow, willow, willow.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. [Dies. Oth. I have another weapon in this chamber, It is a sword of Spain, the ice-brook's temper;5O, here it is:-Uncle, I must come forth. 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 Upon a soldier's thigh: I have seen the day, That, with this little arm, and this good sword, I have made my way through more impediments Than twenty times your stop:-But, O vain boast! Who can control his fate? 'tis not so now.Be not afraid, though you do see me weapon'd; Here is my journey's end, here is my butt, And very sea-mark of my utmost sail.. 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, O cursed, cursed slave!-Whip me, ye devils, Enter LODOVICO, MONTANO, CASSIO carried in a Oth. That's he, that was Othello; here I am. If that thou be'st a devil, I cannot kill thee. Lod. O thou Othello, that was once so good, Oth. Why, any thing: An honorable murderer, if you will; For naught I did in hate, but all in honor. 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. water. • Account. To see if his feet be cloven. • Stratagem. I found it in my chamber: And he himself confess'd, but even now, That there he dropp'd it for a special purpose, Which wrought to his desire. Oth. O fool! fool! fool! Cas. There is besides, in Roderigo's letter,How he upbraids lago, that he made him That I was cast: And even but now he spake, Brave me upon the watch; whereon it came After long seeming dead,-lago hurt him, Iago set him on. Lod. You must forsake this room and go with us 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 it; Nor set down aught in malice: then must you speak Of one, that lov'd not wisely, but too well; Albeit unused to the melting mood, Lod. O bloody period! [Stabs himself. All, that's spoke, is marr'd. Oth. I kiss'd thee, ere I kill'd thee;-No way but this, [Falling upon DESDEMONA. Killing myself, to die upon a kiss. [Dies. Cas. This did I fear, but thought he had no weapon: For he was great of heart. Lod. O Spartan dog, More fell than anguish, hunger, or the sea! Look on the tragic loading of this bed; [To IAGO. This is thy work: the object poisons sight;Let it be hid.-Gratiano, keep the house, And seize upon the fortunes of the Moor, For they succeed to you.-To you, lord governor, Remains the censure of this hellish villain; The time, the place, the torture,-O enforce it! Myself will straight abroad; and, to the state, This heavy act with heavy heart relate. [Exeunt POEM S. TO THE RIGHT HONORABLE HENRY WRIOTHESLY, RIGHT HONORABLE, EARL OF SOUTHAMPTON, AND BARON OF TITCHFIELD I KNOW not how I shall offend in dedicating my unpolished lines to your Lordship, nor how the world will censure me for choosing so strong a prop to support so weak a burthen: only if your honor seem but pleased, I account myself highly praised, and vow to take advantage of all idle hours, till I have honored you with some graver labor. But if the first heir of my invention prove deformed, I shall be sorry it had so noble a godfather, and never after ear so barren a land, for fear it yield me still so bad a harvest. I leave it to your honorable survey, and your honor to your heart's content, which I wish may always answer your own wish, and the world's hopeful expectation. Your Honor's in all duty, WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE. VENUS AND ADONIS. Vilia miretur vulgus mihi flavus Apollo EVEN as the sun with purple-color'd face She red and hot as coals of glowing fire, The studded birdle on a ragged bough Backward she push'd him, as she would be thrust, So soon was she along, as he was down, He saith, she is immodest, blames her 'miss; Still she entreats, and prettily entreats, And one sweet kiss shall pay this countless debt. But when her lips were ready for his pay, Never did passenger in summer's heat "Oh pity," 'gan she cry," flint-hearted boy; 'Tis but a kiss I beg; why art thou coy? I have been woo'd, as I entreat thee now, Even by the stern and direful god of war, Whose sinewy neck in battle ne'er did bow, Who conquers where he comes, in every jar, Yet hath he been my captive and my slave, And begg'd for that which thou unask'd shalt have. Over my altars hath he hung his lance, O be not proud, nor brag not of thy might, What see'st thou in the ground! hold up thy head; These blue-vein'd violets whereon we lean, The tender spring upon thy tempting lip Rot and consume themselves in little time. But having no defects, why dost abhor me? Thou canst not see one wrinkle in my brow; Grey is said to be here used as blue. We have subsequently "Her two blue windows faintly she upheaveth." Love is a spirit all compact of fire, Not gross to sink, but light, and will aspire. Witness this primrose bank whereon I lie; These forceless flower like sturdy trees support me; Two strengthless doves will draw me through the sky, From morn till right, even where I list to sport me: Is love so light, sweet boy, and may it be That thou shouldst think it heavy unto thee? Is thine own heart to thine own face affected? Can thy right hand seize love upon thy left? Then woo thyself, be of thyself rejected, Steal thine own freedom, and complain of theft. Narcissus so, himself himself forsook, And died to kiss his shadow in the brook. Torches are made to light, jewels to wear, Dainties to taste, fresh beauty for the use, Herbs for their smell, and sappy plants to bear; Things growing to themselves are growth's abuse: Seeds spring from seeds, and beauty breedeth beauty, Thou wast begot-to get it is thy duty. By this the love-sick queen began to sweat, Wishing Adonis had his team to guide, Souring his cheeks, cries, "Fie! no more of love; I'll make a shadow for thee of my hairs: Art thou obdurate, flinty, hard as steel, Thou art no man, though of a man's complexion, speak, And now her sobs do her intendments break. Sometimes she shakes her head, and then his hand, Now gazeth she on him, now on the ground; Sometimes her arms infold him like a band; She would, he will not in her arms be bound: |