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Iago. Fie, there is no such man ; it is impos- half have corrupted a votarist: You have told sible.

me-she has received them, and returned me Des. If any such there be, heaven pardon expectations and comforts of sudden respect him !

and acquittance,* but I find none. Emil. A halter pardon him! and bell knaw lago. Well; go to; very well. his bones!

Rod. Very well! go to! I cannot go to, Why should he call her, whore? who keeps man; nor 'tis not very well : By this hand, I her company?

say, it is very scurvy; and begin to find myself What place? what time? what form ? whatsfobbed in it. likelihood ?

[knave, lago. Very well. The Moor's abus'd by some most villanous Rod. I tell you, 'tis not very well. I will Some base notorious knave, some scurvy fel- make myself" known to Desdemona: If she low:

(unfold ; will return me my jewels, I will give over my O, heaven, that such companions* thou’dst suit, and repent my unlawful solicitation: if And put in every honest hand a whip, not, assure yourself, I will seek satisfaction of To lash the rascal naked through the world, you. Even from the east to the west !

lago. You have said now. lago. Speak within the door.

Rod. Ay, and I have said nothing, but what Emil. Ó, fie upon him! some such squire he protest intendment of doing. was,

lago. Why, now I see there's mettle in thee; That turn'd your wit the seamy sidet without and even, from this instant, do build on thee a And made you to suspect me with the Moor. better opinion than ever before. Give me thy lago. You are a fool ; go to.

hand, Roderigo : Thou hast taken against me Des. O good lago,

a most just exception ; but, yet, I protest, I What shall I do to win my lord again? bave dealt most directly in thy affair. Good friend, go to him ; for by this light of Rod. It hath not appeared. heaven,

Jago. I grant, indeed, it hath not appeared; I know not how I lost him. Here I kneel :- and your suspicion is not without wit and If e'er my will did trespass 'gajost his love, judgement. But, Roderigo, if thou hast that Either in discourse of thought, or actual deed; within thee indeed, which I have greater reaOr that mine eyes, mine ears, or any sense, son to believe now than ever,-1 mean, purDelighted them in any other form ;

pose, courage, and valour,--this night show Or that I do not yet, and ever did,

it: if thou the next night following enjoyest And ever will,-though he do shake me off not Desdemona, take me from this world with To beggarly divorcement,- love him dearly, treachery, and devise engines for my life. Comfort forswear me! Unkindness may do Rod. Well, what is it? is it within reason, much;

and compass ? And his unkindness may defeat my life, Iago. Sir, there is especial commission come But never taint my love. I cannot say, whore ; from Venice, to depute Cassio in Othello's It does abhor me, now I speak the word ; place. To do the act tbat might the additiont earn, Rod. Is that true ? why, then Othello and Not the world's mass of vanity could make me. Desdemona return again to Venicé. lago. I pray you, be content: 'tis but his

lago. O, no; he goes into Mauritania, and humour;

takes away with lim the fair Desdemona, unThe business of the state does him offence, less his abode be lingered here by some acciAnd he does chide with you.

Ident; wherein none can be so determinate, as Des. If'twere no other,

the removing of Cassio. Jago. It is but so, I warrant you. [ Trumpets. Rod. How do you mean--removing of him ? Hark, how these instruments summon to sup- lago. Why, by making him incapable of per!

Othello's place ; knocking out his brains. And the great messengers of Venice stay : Rod. And that you would have me do? Go in, and weep not ; all things shall be well. Iago. Ay; if you dare do yourself a profit,

[Exeunt DESDEMONA and EMILIA and a right. He supš to-night with a harlot, Enter RODERIGO.

and thither will I go to him ;--he knows not

yet of his honourable fortune : if you will How now, Roderigo ?

watch his going thence, (which I will fashion Rod. I do not find, that thou deal'st justly to fall out between twelve and one,) you may with me?

take him at your pleasure : I will be near to lago. What in the contrary?

second your attempt, and he shall fall between Rod. Every day thou doff'stą me with some us. Come, stand not amazed at it, but go device, lago ; and rather (as it seems to me along with me; I will show you such a necesnow,) keep'st from me all conveniency, than sity in his death, that you shall think yourself suppliest me with the least advantage of hope. bound to put it on him. It is now high sup. I will, indeed, no longer endure it: Nor am I per-time, and the night draws to waste ; about yet persuaded, to put up in peace what already it. I have foolishly suffered.

Rod. I will hear further reason for this. lago. Will you hear me, Roderigo ? lago. And you shall be satisfied. [ Exeunt.

Rod. 'Faith, I have heard too much ; for your words and performances are no kin to- SCENE III.--Another Room in the Castle. gether. Iago. You charge me most unjustly.

Enter OTHELLO, Lodovico, DESDEMONA, Rod. With nought but truth. I have wasted

EMILIA, and Attendants. inyself out of my means. The jewels you have had from me, to deliver to Desdemona, would

Lod. I do beseech you, Sir, trouble yourself

no further. i Fellows.

+ Inside out. Title. 6 Pat'st me off,

* Requital


Oth. O, pardon me? 'twill do me good to

II. walk.

Let nobody blame him, his scorn I approve,Lod. Madam, good night; I bumbly thank Nay, that's not next.—Hark! who is it tha your ladyship.

knocks? Des. Your honour is most welcome.

Emil It is the wind. Oth. Will you walk, Sir ?-0,--Desdemona,

Des. I call'd my love, false love; but what said

he then ? Des. My lord ?

Oth. Get you to bed on the instant, I will Sing willow, &c. be returned forth with : dismiss your attendant If I court mo* women, you'll couch with me there ; look, it be done. Des. I will, my lord.

So, get thee gone; good night. Mine eyes de [Exeunt Othello, Lodovico, and Doth that bode weeping ?

liteb; Altendants.

Emil. 'Tis neither here nor there.

Des. I have heard it said so.-0, these mer, Emil. How goes it now? he looks gentler

these men !

[lia,than he did. Des. He says, he will return incontinent;* Dost thou in conscience think,-tell me, Emi.

That there be women who abuse their husbands lle hath commanded me to go to bed, And bade me to dismiss you.

In such gross kind ?

Emil. There be some such, no question. Emil. Dismiss me!

Des. Wouldst thou do such a deed for all the Des. It was his bidding; therefore, good

world? Emilia,

Emil. Why, would not you? Give me my nightly wearing, and adieu:

Des. No, by this heavenly light! We must not now displease him.

Emil. Nor 1 neither by this heavenly light : Emil. I would, you had never seen him! Des. So would not l; my love doth so ap

I might do't as well i'the dark.

Des. Wouldst thou do such a deed for all the prove him,

world ? That even his stubbornness, bis checks, and

Emil. The world is a huge thing: 'Tis a frowns,

great price Pr'ythee, unpin me,-have grace and favour

For a small vice. in them.

Des. Good troth, I think thou wouldst not. Emil. I have laid those sheets you bade me

Emil. By my troth, I think I should ; and on the bed. Des. All's one :- Good father! how foolish do such a thing for a joint-ring; nor for mea

undo't, when I had done. Marry, I would not are our minds !

sures of lawn; nor for gowns, petticoats, Dor If I do die before thee, pr’ythee, shroud me In one of those same sheets.

caps, nor any petty exhibition: but, for the Emil. Come, come, you talk.

whole world, - Why, who would not make bet Des. My mother had a maid callid---Barbara ;'l should venture purgatory for't.

husband a cuckold, to make him a monarch? She was in love: and he, she lov’d, prov'd Des. Beshrew me, if I would do such a wrong mad.t

[low, for the whole world. And did forsake her: she had a song of-wil. An old thing 'twas, but it espress'd her for- world; and, having the world for your labour,

Emil. Why, the wrong is but a wrong i the tune, And she died singing it : That song, to-night,

'tis a wrong in your own world, and you might

quickly make it right. Will not go from my mind; I have much to do,

Des. I do not think there is any such woBut to go hang my head all at one side, And sing it, like poor Barbara. Pr’ythee,

Emil. Yes, a dozen ; and as many despatch. Emil. Shall I go fetch your night-gown ?

To the vantage, as would store the world they

play'd for. Des. No, unpin me here.

But, I do think, it is their husbands' faults, This Lodovico is a proper man.

If wives do fall: Say, that they slack their duEmil. A very handsome man.

ties, Des. And he speaks well.

And pour our treasures into foreign laps ; Emil. I know a lady in Venice, who would have walked barefoot to Palestine, for a touch Throwing restraint upon us: or, say, they

Or else break out in peevish jealousies, of his nether lip.

strike us, I.

Or scant our former havingt in despite ; Des. The poor soul sat sighing by a sycamore Why, we have galls; and, though we bare tree,

some grace,
Sing all a green willow ;
[Singing. Yet we have some revenge.

(know, Her hand on her bosom, her head on her knee, Their wives have senset like them : they see,

Let husbands Sing willow, willow, willow :

and smell, The fresh streams ran by her, and murmur'd And have their palates both for sweet and sour her morns;

As husbands have. What is it that they do, Sing willow, &c.

When they change us for others ? Is it sport? Her salt lears fell from her, and soften'd the I think it is; And doth affection breed it! stones;

I think, it doth ; Is't frailty, that thus errs? Lay by these:

It is so too : And have not we affections ! Sing willow, willow, willow ;

Desires for sport? and frailty, as men bave ! Priythee, hie thee; he'll come anon.

Then, let them use us well: else, let them

Sing all a green willow must be my The ills we do, their ills instruct us to.

+Our former allowance of especse. Immediately. † Wild, inconstant.

* Mo for more.



Des. Good night, good night : Heaven mel Enter Lodovico and GRATIANO, at a distance. such usage send,

Cas. What, ho! no watch ? no passage ?* Not to pick bad from bad; but, by bad, mend!

murder! murder! [Ezeunt. Gra. 'Tis some mischance; the cry is very

direful. ACT V.

Cas. 0, help!

Lod. Hark!
SCENE I.-A Street.

Rod. O wretched villain !

Lod. Two or three groans ;--it is a heavyt Enter Lago and RODERIGO.

night :

These may be counterfeits ; let's think't unsafe Iago. Here, stand behind this bulk; straight to come in to the cry, without more help, will he come ;

Rod. No body come ? then shall I bleed to Wear thy good rapier bare,* and put it home:

Quick, quick; fear nothing ; I'll be at tby el-

Enter Lago, with a light.
It makes us, or it mars us ; think on that,
And fix most firm thy resolution.

Lod. Hark! Rod. Be near at hand; I may miscarry in't. Cra. Here's one comes in his shirt, with light lago. Here, at thy hand; be bold, and take

and weapons. thy sword. (Retires to a little distance. lago. Who's there? whose noise is this, that Rod. I have no great devotion to the deed ; cries on murder ? And yet he has given me satisfying reasons:

Lod. We do not know. 'Tis but a man gone :-forth, my sword; he Iago. Do you not bear a cry? dies.

[Goes to his stand. Cas. Here, here: forheaven's sake, belp me. lago. I have rubb'd this young quat almost lago. What's the matter? to the sense,t

[Cassio, Gra. This is Othello's ancient, as I take it. And he grows angry. Now, whether he kill Lod. The same, indeed, a very valiant felOr Cassio him, or each do kill the other,

low. Every way makes my gain : Live Roderigo, lago. What are you here that cry so griev. He calls me to a restitution large

ously? Of gold, and jewels, that I bobb'd from him, Cas. Jago ? O, I am spoil'd, undone by vił. As gifts to Desdemona;

Give me some help.

(lains; It must not be : if Cassio do remain,

lago. O me, lieutenant! what villains have He hath a daily beauty in his life,

done this? That makes me ugly; and, besides, the Moor Cas. I think, that one of them is hereabout, May unfold me to him ; there stand 1 in much And cannot make away. peril:

lago. O treacherous villains ! No, he must die :-But so, I hear him coming. What are you there? come in, and give some

help. [To Lodovico and GRATIANO. Enter Cassio.

Rod. O, help me here,

Cas. That's one of them. Rod. I know his gait, 'tis he ;-Villain, thou

lago. O murderous slave! O villain ! diest.

(lago stabs RODERICO. [Rushes from his post, and makes a pass at

Rod. O damn'd lago! O inhuman dog !-Cassio.

0!0! 0! Cas. That thrust had been mine enemy in

Iago. Kill men i'the dark ?-Where be these deed, But that my coat is better than thou think’st; How silent is this town !-Ho! murder! mur

bloody thieves ? I will make proof of thine.

der ! [Draws, and wounds RoderiGo. What may you be ? are you of good or evil ? Rod. 0, I am slain!

Lod. As you shall prove us, praise us.
[Lago rushes from his post, cuts Cassio
behind in the Leg, and exit.

Iago. Signior Lodovico ?

Lod. He, Sir. Cas. I am maim'd for ever :-Help, ho! murder! murder!


lago. I cry you mercy; Here's Cassio hurt

By villains.
Enter OTHELLO, at a distance.

Gra, Cassio ?

lago. How is it, brother? Oth. The voice of Cassio :-Iago keeps his

Cas. My leg is cut in two. word.

lago. Marry, heaven forbid !-Rod. O, villain that I am !

Light, gentlemen ; I'll bind it with my shirt. Oth. Hark! 'tis even so.

Enter BIANCA. Cas. 0, help! ho! light! a surgeon! Oth. 'Tis he:-0 brave lago, honest, and Bian. What is the matter, ho? who is't that just,


cried ? That hast such noble sense of thy friend's Tago. Who is't that cried ? Thou teachest me,-Minion, your dear lies Bian. O my dear Cassio! my sweet Cassio! dead,

O Cassio ! Cassio! Cassio ! And your fate hies apace :-Strumpet, I come: lago. O notable strumpet !--Cassio, may you Forthg of my heart those charms, thine eyes,

suspect are blotted;

Who they should be, that have thus mangled Thy bed, lust-stain'd, shall with lust's blood be Cas No. spotted. [Exit OTHELLO. Gra. I am sorry, to find you thus : I have

been to seek you. • Unsheathed.

To the quick. Fished.

+ Thick, cloudy. Vol. II.

(you ?

* No passengers.

6 Oct



ugo. Lend me a gnrter: S0.-0, for a chair, SCENE II.--A Pedchonic : DESDEMONA IS To bear him easily bence!

Bed asleep.--A Light burning. Bian. Alas, elasts:- Cassio ! Cassio !

Enter OTHELLO. Cassio ! Iago. Gentianeu all. I do suspect this trash! Oth. It is the cause, it is the cause, my To be a pariy in this injury.

soul, Patience awhile, good Cassio.-Come, come :'Let me not name it to you, you chaste stars !Lendre a light.-Know we this face, or no? It is the cause. Yet l'll not shed her blood; Ala; ' my friend, and my dear countryman, Nor scar that whiter skin of hers than snow, Roderio i no :-Yes, sure; O heaven, Roderi. And smooth as monumental alabaster, go.

[Takes off his Sword, Gra. What, of Venice?

Yet she must die, else she'll betray more ben, Zago. Even he, Sir ; did you know him ? Put out the light, and then put out the light :* Gra. Know him ? ay.

If I quench thee, thou flaming minister, lago. Signior Gratiano? I cry you gentle I can again thy former light restore, pardon ;

(ners, Should I repent me :—but once put out thine, These bloody accidents must excuse my man- Thou cunning'st pattern of excelling nature, That so neglected you.

I know not where is that Promethean heat, Gra. I am glad to see you.

That can thy light relume. When I bare lago. How do you, Cassio ? -0, a chair, a pluck'd thy rose, chair!

I cannot give it vital life again, Gra. Roderigo !

It needs must wither :-I'll smell it on the lago. He, he, 'tis he:--0, that's well said ;)


[Kissing her - the chair :- [A Chair brought in. O balmy breath, that dost almost persuade Some good man bear him carefully from hence; Justice to break her sword !-One more, ose I'll fetch the general's surgeon.-For you, mistress,

[ To Bianca. Be thus when thou art dead, and I will all Save you your labour. He that lies slain here. thee, Cassio,

And love thee after ;-One more, and this the Was my dear friend; What malice was be

last : tween you?

So sweet was ne'er so fatal. I must weep, C. None in ihe world ; nor do I know the But they are cruel tears: This sorrow's beat

enly ; { To B:AN.) What, look you pale !-- It strikes, where it doth love.—She wakes 0, bear him out o'the air.

Des. Who's there ? Othello ? (Cas. and Rop. are borne off. Oth, Ay, Desdemona. Stay you, good gentlemen :--Look you pale, Des. Will you come to bed, my lord? mistress ?

Oth. Have you pray'd to-night, Desdemona! Do you perceive the gastness of her eye ?- Des. Ay, my lord. Nay, if you stare, we shall hear more anon:- Oth. If you bethink yourself of any crime, Behold her well ; I pray you, look upon her; Unreconcil'd as yet to heaven and grace, w you see, gentlemen ? nay, guiltiness will Solicit for it straight. Thougu tongues were out of use. [speak, Des. Alas, my lord, what may you mean by Enter EmiLIA.


Oth. Well, do it, and be brief; I will stall Emii. Alas, what's the matter ; what's the

by: matter, husband ? lago. Cassio hath here been set on in the I would not kill thy unprepared spirit:

No,--Heaven forfend!:- I would not kill thy dark,

soul. By Roderigo, and fellows that are scap'd :

Des. Talk you of killing? He's almost slain, and Roderigo dead.

Olh. Ay, I do. wil. Alas, good gentleman! alas, good

Des. Then heaven
Cassio !
Drs. This is the fruit of whoring.--Pr’ythee,

Have mercy on me!

Oth. Amen, with all my heart !
Go kuow of Cassio where he supp'd to-

Des. If you say so, I hope you will not 1] night :What, do you shake at that ?

Oth. Humph!

Des. And yet I fear you: for you are fata Bian. He supp'd at my house, but I there.

then, fore shake not. Ingo. O, did he so ? I charge you, go with When your eyes roll so : Why I should fear, !

know not, Emil Fie, fie upon thee, strumpet !

Since guiltiness I know not : but yet, I feel!

fear. Bian. I am no strumpet: but of life as honest, As you that thus abuse me.

Oth. Think on thy sins. Emil. As I ? fob ! fie upon thee!

Des. They are loves I bear to you. Iago. Kind gentlemen, let's go see poor Cas

Oth. Ay, and for that thou diest. sio dress'd :

Des. That death's unnatural, that kills to:

tale.Come, mistress, you must tell us another

loving. Emilia, run you to the citadel,

Alas, why gnaw you so your nether lip! And tell my lord and lady what has happ’d. These are portents ; but yet, I hope, I hope,

Some bloody passion sbakes your very france Vill you go on, I pray ? ---This is the night,


They do not point on me. 12. cither makes me, or fordoes* me quite.

Oih. Peace, and be still! (Exeunt.

Des. I will so ; What's the matter!



* Undocs.

* l. c, The light of life.


of tune,

Oth. That handkerchief, which I so lov’d, Still as the grave. Shall she come in? Were't and gave thee,

good ?

(best? Thou gav'st to Cassio.

I think, she stirs again :-No.-What's the Des. No, by my life and soul ;

If she come in, she'll sure speak to my wife: Send for the man, and ask him.

My wife ! my wife! what wife?-I have no Oih. Sweet soul, take heed,


wife : Take heed of perjury: thou'rt on thy death-0, insupportable ! O heavy hour! Des. Ay, but not yet to die.

Methinks it should be now a huge eclipse Oth. Yes, presently :

Of sun and moon; and that the attighted globe Therefore confess thee reely of thy sin ; Should yawn at alteration. For to deny each article with oath, {tion, Emil [Within.] I do beseech you I may Cannot remove, nor oke, the strong concep

speak with you, That I do groan withal. Thou art to die. 0, good my lord !

Des. Then, Lord have mercy on me! oth. I had forgot thee : 0, come in, EmiOth. I say, amen.


(draw.Des. And have you mercy too ;-I neverdid Soft, -by and by :-Let me the curtains Offend you in my life ; never lov'd Cassio, Where art thou ? What's the matter with thee But with such general warranty of heaven


[Unlocks the door. As I might love : I never gave him token.

Enter Emilia. Oth. By heaven, I saw my handkerchief in his hand.

Emil. O, good my lord, yonder's foul mur. O perjur'd woman ! thou dost stone my heart,

der done. And mak'st me call, what I intend to do,

Oth. What? now? A murder, which I thought a sacrifice :*

Emil. But now, my lord. I saw the handkerchief.

Oth. It is the very error of the moon; Des. He found it then;

She comes more near the earth than she was I never gave it him :-Send for him bither,

And makes men mad.

(wont ; And let him confess a truth.

Emil. Cassio, my lord, has kill'd a young Oth. He hath confess'd.

Venetian, Des. What, my lord ?

Call'd-Roderigo. Oth. That he hath-us'd thee.

Oth. Roderigo kill'd: Des. How ? unlawfully ?

And Cassio kill'd? Oth. Ay.

Emil. No, Cassio is not kill'd. Des. He'll not say so.

Olh. Not Cassio kill'd ? Then murder's our Oth. No, his mouth is stopp'd ; Honest lago hath ta'en order for't.

And sweet revenge grows harsh. Des. My fear interprets then,-What, is he

Des. O, falsely, falsely murder'd ! dead?

Emil. Alas! what cry is that? Oth. Had all his hairs been lives, my great

Oth. That! what ? revenge

Emil. Out, and alas ! that was my lady's Had stomach for them all.

voice:Des. Alas! he is betray'd, and I undone. Oth. Out, strumpet! Weep'st thou for him Sweet Desdemona ! o, sweet mistress, speak:

Help! help, ho! help!--O lady, speak again!

Des. A guiltless death I die. Des. O, banish me, my lord, but kill me

Emil. 0, who hath done not.

This deed ? Oth. Down, strumpet! Des. Kill me to-morrow, let me live to-night. Commend me to my kind lord ; 0, Parewell,

Des. Nobody; I myself; farewell : Oth. Nay, if you strive,

(Dies. Des. But half an hour.

Oth. Why, how should she be murder'd ? Oth. Being done,

Emil. Alas, who knows? There is no pause.

Oth. You heard her say herself, it was not l. Des. But while I say one prayer.

Emil. She said so; I must needs report the Oth. It is too late. [He smothers her.

truth. Emil. , Within ] My lord, my lord! what,

Oth. She's, like a liar, gone to burning hell; ho! my lord ! my lord?

'Twas I that kill'd her. Oth. What noise is this ?-Not dead! not yet

Emil. O, the more angel she, quite dead?

And you the blacker devil! I, that am cruel, am yet merciful ;

Oth. She turn'd to folly, and she was a I would not have thee linger in thy pain.

whore. So, so.1

Emil. Thou dost belie her, and thou art a
Émil. [Within.) What ho! my lord, my devil.
lord !

Oth. She was false as water.
Olh. Who's there?

Emil. Thou art rash as fire, to say
Emil. [Within.] 0, good my lord, I would

That she was false ; 0, she was heavenly true !
speak a word with you.
Oth. Yes ;—'tis Emilia :-by and by.--She's

Olh. Cassio did tup her; ask thy husband

else. dead. Tieduse she comes to speak of Cassio's death. But that I did proceed upon just grounds

O, I were damn'd beneath all depth in hell, The noise was high.-Ha! no more moving? To this extremity; Thy husband knew it all,

Emil. My husband ?
* A sacrifice atoning for thy crime,
| Has taken measures.

Oth. Thy husband,
It is supposed that some theatrical direction has been Emil That she was false to wedlock?
Omitted, and that, when Othelbo says, “ So so," he then Oth. Ay, with Cassio.

After the repetition of wounds, Desdemone Nay, had she been true, mighet speak agaip with propriety, and yet very soon expirc.

If heaven would make me such another world

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