Iago. Fie, there is no such man ; it is impos- half have corrupted a votarist: You have told
me-she has received them, and returned me
expectations and comforts of sudden respect
and acquittance," but I find none.
lago. Well; go to; very well.

Rod. Very well! go to! I cannot go to, keepsman; nor 'tis not very well: By this hand, I say, it is very scurvy; and begin to find myself

sible.

Des. If any such there be, heaven pardon
him!

Emil. A halter pardon him! and hell knaw
his bones!

Why should he call her, whore? who
her company?

What place? what time? what form? what fobbed in it."

likelihood?

[knave, lago. Very well.

low:

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
[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!
Iago. Speak within the door.

Emil. Ó, fie upon him! some such squire he

was,

That turn'd your wit the seamy sidet without
And made you to suspect me with the Moor.
Lago. You are a fool; go to.
Des. O good lago,

What shall I do to win my lord again?
Good friend, go to him; for by this light of
heaven,

•

I know not how I lost him. Here I kneel
If e'er my will did trespass 'gainst his love,
Either in discourse of thought, or actual deed;
Or that mine eyes, mine ears, or any sense,
Delighted them in any other form;
Or that I do not yet, and ever did,
And ever will,-though he do shake me off
To beggarly divorcement,-love him dearly,
Comfort forswear me! Unkindness may do
much;

And his unkindness may defeat my life,
But never taint my love. I cannot say, whore
It does abhor me, now I speak the word;
To do the act that might the addition‡ earn,
Not the world's mass of vanity could make me.
Iago. I pray you, be content: 'tis but his
humour;

The business of the state does him offence,
And he does chide with you.

Des. If 'twere no other,

Iago. It is but so, I warrant you. [Trumpets.
Hark, how these instruments summon to sup-
per!

And the great messengers of Venice stay:
Go in, and weep not; all things shall be well.
[Exeunt DESDEMONA and EMILIA

Enter RODErigo.

lago. I grant, indeed, it hath not appeared; and your suspicion is not without wit and judgement. But, Roderigo, if thou hast that within thee indeed, which I have greater reason to believe now than ever,-I mean, purpose, courage, and valour,-this night show it: if thou the next night following enjoyest not Desdemona, take me from this world with treachery, and devise engines for my life.

Rod. Well, what is it? is it within reason, and compass?

Iago. Sir, there is especial commission come ;from Venice, to depute Cassio in Othello's place.

lago. You have said now.

Rod. Ay, and I have said nothing, but what protest intendment of doing.

Jago. Why, now I see there's mettle in thee; and even, from this instant, do build on thee a better opinion than ever before. Give me thy hand, Roderigo: Thou hast taken against me a most just exception; but, yet, I protest, I have dealt most directly in thy affair. Rod. It hath not appeared.

Fellows.
Tille.

Rod. How do you mean-removing of him? Iago. Why, by making him incapable of Othello's place; knocking out his brains.

Rod. And that you would have me do? Iago. Ay; if you dare do yourself a profit, and a right. He sups to-night with a harlot, and thither will I go to him;--he knows not yet of his honourable fortune: if you will watch his going thence, (which I will fashion

How now, Roderigo ?

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 second your attempt, and he shall fall between

Iago. What in the contrary? Rod. Every day thou doff'st§ 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 supI 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.

lago. "Will you hear me, Roderigo?

Rod. 'Faith, I have heard too much; for
your words and performances are no kin to-
gether.

Iago. You charge me most unjustly.
Rod. With nought but truth. I have wasted
myself out of my means. The jewels you have
had from me, to deliver to Desdemona, would

+ Inside out. Put'st me off,

Rod. Is that true? why, then Othello and Desdemona return again to Venice.

lago. O, no; he goes into Mauritania, and takes away with him the fair Desdemona, unless his abode be lingered here by some accident; wherein none can be so determinate, as the removing of Cassio.

Rod. I will hear further reason for this.
Iago. And you shall be satisfied. [Exeunt.
SCENE III-Another Room in the Castle.

Enter OTHELLO, LODOVICO, DESDEMONA,
EMILIA, and Attendants.

Lod. I do beseech you, Sir, trouble yourself no further.

* Requital.

be returned forthwith there; look, it be done. Des. I will, my lord.

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

II.

walk.

Let nobody blame him, his scorn I

Lod. Madam, good night; I humbly thank Nay, that's not next.-Hark! who is it that

approve,

your ladyship.

knocks?

Des. Your honour is most welcome.

Emil. It is the wind.

Oth. Will you walk, Sir?-0,-Desdemona,

Des. My lord?

Oth. Get you to bed on the instant, I will If I court mo* women, you'll couch with me

dismiss your attendant

Emil. How goes it now? he looks gentler
than he did.

Des. He says, he will return incontinent;*
He hath commanded me to go to bed,
And bade me to dismiss you.

Emil. Dismiss me!

men.

So, get thee gone; good night. Mine eyes do [Exeunt OTHELLO, LODOVICO, and Doth that bode weeping? [itch: Emil. 'Tis neither here nor there.

Altendants.

Des. I have heard it said so.-O, these men,
these men -
[lia.-
Dost thou in conscience think,-tell me, Emi-

That there be women who abuse their husbands
In such gross kind?

Emil. There be some such, no question.
Des. Wouldst thou do such a deed for all the
world?

Des. It was his bidding; therefore, good
Emilia,

Give me my nightly wearing, and adieu:
We must not now displease him.

I

Emil. I would, you had never seen him! Des. So would not I; my love doth so approve him, That even his stubbornness, his checks, and frowns,Pr'ythee, unpin me,-have grace and favour! in them. Emil. I have laid those sheets you bade me on the bed.

Des. All's one:- Good father! how foolish

are our minds!

If I do die before thee, pr'ythee, shroud me
In one of those same sheets.

Emil. Come, come, you talk.
Des. My mother had a maid call'd-Barbara
She was in love: and he, she lov'd, prov'd
mad.t
[low,
And did forsake her: she had a song of-wil-
An old thing 'twas, but it express'd her for-
tune,

And she died singing it: That song, to-night,
Will not go from my mind; I have much to do,
But to go hang my head all at one side,
And sing it, like poor Barbara. Pr'ythee,

despatch.

Emil. Shall I go fetch your night-gown?
Des. No, unpin me here.
This Lodovico is a proper man.
Emil. A very handsome man.
Des. And he speaks well.
Emil. I know a lady in Venice, who would
have walked barefoot to Palestine, for a touch
of his nether lip.

Lay by these:

Sing willow, willow, willow; Pr'ythee, hic thee; he'll come anon.

Immediately.

Des. I call'd my love. false love; but what said he then?

Sing willow, &c.

Emil. Why, would not you?

Des. No, by this heavenly light!

Emil. Nor I neither by this heavenly light:

might do't as well i'the dark.

Des. Wouldst thou do such a deed for all the world?

Emil. The world is a huge thing: 'Tis a great price For a small vice.

Des. Good troth, I think thou wouldst not. Emil. By my troth, I think I should; and do such a thing for a joint-ring; nor for meeundo't, when I had done. Marry, I would not sures of lawn; nor for gowns, petticoats, nor caps, nor any petty exhibition: but, for the whole world,-Why, who would not make ber should venture purgatory for't. husband a cuckold, to make him a monarch?

Des. Beshrew me, if I would do such a wrong for the whole world.

Wild, inconstant.

Emil. Why, the wrong is but a wrong i'the world; and, having the world for your labour, quickly make it right. 'tis a wrong in your own world, and you might

Des. I do not think there is any such wo

strike us,

I.

Or scant our former havingt in despite ;

tree,

Des. The poor soul sat sighing by a sycamore Why, we have galls; and, though we have 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

her moans;
Sing willow, &c.

And have their palates both for sweet and sour
As husbands have. What is it that they do,
When they change us for others? Is it sport?

Her salt tears 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?
It is so too: And have not we affections?
Desires for sport? and frailty, as men have?
Then, let them use us well: else, let them

man.

Emil. Yes, a dozen; and as many

To the vantage, as would store the world they
play'd for.

But, I do think, it is their husbands' faults,
If wives do fall: Say, that they slack their du-
ties,

know,

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

Mo for more.

Or else break out in peevish jealousies,
And pour our treasures into foreign laps ;
Throwing restraint upon us: or, say, they

+ Our former allowance of expense. + Sensation.

What are you there? come in, and give some
help. [To LODOVICO and GRATIANO.
Rod. O, help me here.
Cas. That's one of them.

Iago. O murderous slave! O villain! [LAGO stabs RODERICO. Rod. O damn'd lago! O inhuman dog!-0!0! O!

Iago. Kill men i'the dark ?-Where be these bloody thieves?

How silent is this town!-Ho! murder! mur

der!

What may you be? are you of good or evil ?
Lod. As you shall prove us, praise us.
Iago. Signior Lodovico ?
Lod. He, Sir.

Iago. I cry you mercy; Here's Cassio hurt By villains.

Gra. Cassio?

lago. How is it, brother?

Cas. My leg is cut in two.

lago. Marry, heaven forbid !--

Light, gentlemen; I'll bind it with my shirt.
Enter BIANCA.

Tugo. Lend me a garter: So.-0, for a chair, SCENE II-A Bedchenler: DESDEMONA is To bear him easily hence! Bed asleep.-A Light burning. Enter OTHELLO.

Bian. Alas, ants-0 Cassio! Cassio!

Cassio!

Jago. Gentlemen all. I do suspect this trash
To be a party in this injury.-
Patience awhile, good Cassio.-Come, come:
Lend me a light.-Know we this face, or no?
Alas my friend, and my dear countryman,
Roderigo? no:-Yes, sure; O heaven, Roderi-

1

go.

Gra. What, of Venice ?

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,

Iago. Even he, Sir; did you know him?
Gra. Know him? ay.

pardon;

Iago. Signior Gratiano? I cry you gentle I can again thy former light restore, [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, That can thy light relume. When I have pluck'd thy rose,

Gra. I am glad to see you.

lago. How do you, Cassio?-0, a chair, a chair!

Gra. Roderigo!

I cannot give it vital life again, It needs must wither:-I'll smell it on the lago. He, he, 'tis he-O, that's well said; tree.[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, one I'll fetch the general's surgeon.-For you, mis

more.

tress, [To BIANCA. Be thus when thou art dead, and I will kill Save you your labour. He that lies slain here,

Cassio,

Was my dear friend; What malice was between you?

C... None in the world; nor do I know the

Emil. Alas, what's the matter; what's the matter, husband?

I

Iage. Cassio hath here been set on in the

dark,

Oth. It is the cause, it is the cause, my soul,

thee,

And love thee after ;-One more, and this the last:

So sweet was ne'er so fatal. I must weep,
But they are cruel tears: This sorrow's heav
enly;

It strikes, where it doth love.-She wakes-
Des. Who's there? Othello?
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,
Unreconcil'd as yet to heaven and grace,
Solicit for it straight.

Des. Alas, my lord, what may you mean by

that?

Aside.

cither makes me, or fordoes" me quite.
[Exeunt.

* Undoes.

Oth. Well, do it, and be brief; I will wak by:

would not kill thy unprepared spirit: No,-Heaven forfend it-I would not kill thy

soul.

Des. Talk you of killing?
Oth. Ay, I do.

Des. Then heaven

Oth. Think on thy sins.

Des. They are loves I bear to you.
Oth. Ay, and for that thou diest.

Des. That death's unnatural, that kills t
loving.-

Alas, why gnaw you so your nether lip! happ'd.These are portents; but yet, I hope, I hope, Some bloody passion shakes your very frame

They do not point on me.
Oth. Peace, and be still!

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

*Z. c, The light of life.

Forbi

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

good?

[best?

Des. No, by my life and soul; 12: Send for the man, and ask him. Oth. Sweet soul, take heed,

I think, she stirs again :-No.-What's the
If she come in, she'll sure speak to my wife:
My wife my wife! what wife?-I have no
wife:

[bed.

Take heed of perjury: thou'rt on thy death-O, 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 affrighted globe
Should yawn at alteration.

Therefore confess thee reely of thy sin;
For to deny each article with oath, [tion,
Seber: Cannot remove, nor choke, the strong concep
The That I do groan withal. Thou art to die.
Des. Then, Lord have mercy on me!
Oth. I say, amen.

Emil [Within.] I do beseech you I may
speak with you,

7433 A
mer light

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.
ther:-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.

that dost als kber sword

Well, do it, and be bre by: ld not kill thy unprepa Heaven forfend S soul.

Ps. Talk you of killing
th. Ay, I do.
Des. Then heaven
Te mercy on me!

Oth. Amen, with all my hear

Des. If you say so, I hope

Des. He found it then;

I never gave it him :-Send for him hither,

And let him confess a truth.

Oth. He hath confess'd.

me.

Oth. Humph!
Des. And yet I fear you:
then,
When your eyes roll so: Wy

know not,

Since guiltiness I know not
fear.
Oth. Think on thy sing
Des. They are loves ber
Oth. Av, and for that th
Des. That death's

er

loving-
gnawr you so you

Alas, why
Some bloody passion shakesp
These are portents: but yet

They do not point on me ide. Oh Peace, and be st

te.

Des. I will so

The light of

O, good my lord!

Oth. I had forgot thee: 0, come in, Emilia:-[draw.Soft, -by and by :-Let me the curtains Where art thou? What's the matter with thee now? [Unlocks the door.

Des. What, my lord?

Oth. That he hath-us'd thee.
Des. How? unlawfully?
Oth. Ay.

Des. He'll not say so.

Oth. No, his mouth is stopp'd;
Honest lago hath ta'en order for't.t
Des. My fear interprets then,-What, is he
dead?

Oth. Had all his hairs been lives, my great
revenge
Had stomach for them all.

Des. Alas! he is betray'd, and I undone.
Oth. Out, strumpet! Weep'st thou for him
to my face?

Des. O, banish me, my lord, but kill me

Oth. Being done,
There is no pause.

Des. But while I say one prayer.
Oth. It is too late.
[He smothers her.
Emil., Within ] My lord, my lord! what,
ho! my lord! my lord!

Oth. What noise is this?-Not dead! not yet
quite dead?

I, that am cruel, am yet merciful;

I would not have thee linger in thy pain.→
So, so.t

Emil. [Within.] What ho! my lord, my
lord!
Oth. Who's there?

Emil. [Within.] O, good my lord, I would
speak a word with you.
Oth. Yes;-'tis Emilia :-by and by.-She's
dead.

Tike she comes to speak of Cassio's death;
The noise was high.-Ha! no more moving?

Enter EMILIA.

Emil. O, good my lord, yonder's foul mur der done.

Oth. What? now?

Emil. But now, my lord.

Oth. It is the very error of the moon ;

She comes more near the earth than she was
And makes men mad.

[wont;

Emil. Cassio, my lord, has kill'd a young
Venetian,

not.

Oth. Down, strumpet!

Des. Nobody; I myself; farewell:

Des. Kill me to-morrow, let me live to-night. Commend me to my kind lord; 0, farewell.
Oth. Nay, if you strive,-
Des. But half an hour.

[Dies.

Help! help, ho! help!-O lady, speak again!
Sweet Desdemona ! O, sweet mistress, speak
Des. A guiltless death I die.
Emil. O, who hath done

This deed?

* A sacrifice atoning for thy crime.
† Has taken measures.

It is supposed that some theatrical direction has been
omitted, and that, when Othello says, "So so," he then
stabs her. After the repetition of wounds, Desdemone
might speak again with propriety, and yet very soon ex-
pire.

Oth. Why, how should she be murder'd?
Emil. Alas, who knows?

Oth. You heard her say herself, it was not I.
Emil. She said so; I must needs report the
truth.

Oth. She's, like a liar, gone to burning hell 'Twas I that kill'd her.

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; O, she was heavenly true?
Oth. Cassio did tup her; ask thy husband

else.

O, 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. Ay, with Cassio.

Nay, had she been true,

If heaven would make me such another world