this weapon,

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?

[Iago stabs EMILIA, then runs out. Oth.

Are there no stones in heaven, But what serve for the thunder?u_Precious villain!

Gra. The woman falls; sure, he has kill'd his wife.
Emil. Ay, ay: 0, lay me by my mistress' side!
Gra. He's gone, but his wife's killd.

Mon. 'Tis a notorious villain. Take you this
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 honour outlive honesty?
Let it go all.

Emil. What did thy song bode, lady?
Hark, can'st thou hear me? I will play the swan,
And die in musick ;- 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;"-
O, 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.

Are there no stones in heaven,

But what serve for the thunder ?] i.e. Does heaven reserve its thunder only make a noise? has it no implements of mischief to punish as well as terrify? -STEEVENS.

- the ice-brook's temper ;-) Steel is hardened by being put red-hot into very cold water.—Johnson.' Pope and Blackstone read, “ Ebro's temper." The waters of the Ebro being famous for tempering steel.

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, О 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,
This look of thine will hurl my soul from heaven,
And fiends will snatch at it. Cold, cold, my girl?
Even like thy chastity.-
O cursed, cursed slave !—Whip me, ye devils,
From the possession of this heavenly sight!
Blow me about in winds! roast me in sulphur!
Wash me in steep-down gulfs of liquid fire !-
O Desdemona ! Desdemona ! dead?
Dead? O! O! O!

Enter Lodovico, MONTANO, Cassio, carried in a Chair,

and Officers, with Iago, prisoner. Lod. Where is this rash and most unfortunate man? Oth. That's he, that was Othello; here I am. Lod. Where is that viper? bring the villain forth.

Oth. I look down towards his feet;-—but that's a fable: If that thou be'st a devil, I cannot kill thee.

[OTHello wounds Iago. Lod. Wrench his sword from him.

wench!]—Originally signified only a young woman.

towards his feet;] To see if, according to the common opinion, his feet be cloven.- Johnson.

Iago.

I bleed, sir; but not kill'd.
Oth. I am not sorry neither; I'd have thee live;
For, in my sense, 'tis happiness to die.

Lod. O thou Othello, that was once so good,
Fall’n in the practice of a cursed slave,
What shall be said to thee?
Oth.

Why, any thing:
An honourable murderer, if you will;
For nought I did in hate, but all in honour.

Lod. This wretch hath part confess'd his villainy:
Did you and he consent in Cassio's death?

Oth. Ay.
Cas. Dear general, I never gave you cause.

Oth. I do believe it, and I ask your pardon.
Will you, I pray you, demand that demi-devil,
Why he hath thus ensnar'd my soul and body?
Iago. Demand me nothing: What you know, you

know:
From this time forth I never will speak word.

Lod. What? not to pray?
Gra.

Torments will ope your lips. Oth. Well, thou dost best.

Lod. Sir, you shall understand what hath befallin,
Which as I think, you know not : Here is a letter,
Found in the pocket of the slain Roderigo;
And here, another: the one of them imports
The death of Cassio to be undertook
By Roderigo.

Oth. O villain !
Cas.

Most heathenish, and most gross!
Lod. Now here's another discontented paper, ,
Found in his pocket too; and this, it seems,
Roderigo meant to have sent this damned villain :
But that, belike, Iago in the interim
Came in and satisfied him.
Oth.

O the pernicious caitiff!-How came you, Cassio, by that handkerchief That was my wife's?

practice-] i.e. Snare, stratagem.

Cas.
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 his desire.
Oth.

O fool! fool! fool!
Cas. There is, besides, in Roderigo's letter',-
How he upbraids Iago, that he made him
Brave me upon the watch; whereon it came
That I was cast: And even but now he spake,
After long seeming dead,-Iago hurt him,
Iago set him on.

Lod. You must forsake this room, and go with us;
Your power and your command is taken off,
And Cassio rules in Cyprus. For this slave,-
If there be any cunning cruelty,
That can torment him much, and hold him long,
It shall be his: You shall close prisoner rest,
Till that the nature of your fault be known
To the Venetian state :-Come, bring him away.

Oth. Soft you; a word or two, before you go. I have done the state some service, and they know it; No more of that :- I pray you, in your letters, When you shall these unlucky deeds relate, Speak of me as I am; nothing extenuate, Nor set down aught in malice: then must you speak Of one, that loy'd not wisely, but too well; Of one, not easily jealous, but, being wrought, Perplex'd in the extreme; of one, whose hand, Like the base Judean, threw a pearl away, Richer than all his tribe ;a of one, whose subdu'd eyes, Albeit unused to the melting mood, Drop tears as fast as the Arabian trees Their medicínal gum: Set you down this : And say, besides,—that in Aleppo once, Where a malignant and a turban'd Turk

a Like the base Júdean, &c.] Shakspeare seems to allude to Herod in the play of Mariamne:

“I had but one inestimable jewel
Yet I in suddaine choler cast it down,
And dasht it all to pieces." -FARMER.

Beat a Venetian, and traduc'd the state,
I took by the throat the circumcised dog,
And smote him—thus.

[Stabs himself. Lod. O bloody period ! Gra.

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.

O Spartan dog, More fell than anguish, hunger, or the sea ! Look on the tragic loading of this bed; [To lago. 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 cerisure of this hellish villain The time, the place, the torture,-0 enforce it! Myself will straight aboard ; and, to the state, This heavy act with heavy heart relate. [Exeunt."

Lod.

0 Spartan dog,] The dogs of Spartan race were reckoned among those of the most fierce and savage kind.—HANMER.

censure-) i.e. Sentence. The beauties of this play impress themselves so strongly upon the attention of the reader, that they can draw no aid from critical illustration. The fiery openness of Othello, magnanimous, artless, and credulous, boundless in his confidence, ardent in his affection, inflexible in his resolution, and obdurate in his revenge ; the cool malignity of Iago, silent in his resentment, subtle in his de-, signs, and studious at once of his interest and his vengeance; the soft simplicity of Desdemona, confident of merit, and conscious of innocence, her artless perseverance in her suit, and her slowness to suspect that she can be suspected, are such proofs of Shakspeare's skill in human nature, as, I suppose, it is vain to seek in any modern writer. The gradual progress which lago makes in the Moor's conviction, and the circumstances which he employs to enflame him, are so artfully natural, that, though it will perhaps not be said of him as he says of himself, that he is a man not easily jealous, yet we cannot but pity him, when at last we find him perplexed in the extreme.

There is always danger, lest wickedness, conjoined with abilities, should steal upon esteem, though it misses of approbation; but the character of Iago is 80 conducted, that he is from the first scene to the last hated and despised.

Even the inferior characters of this play would be very conspicuous in any other piece, not only for their justness, but their strength. Cassio is brave, benevolent, and honest; ruined only by his want of stubbornness to resist an insidious invitation. Roderigo's suspicious credulity, and impatient submission to the cheats which he sees practised upon him, and which by persuasion he suffers to be repeated, exhibit a strong picture of a weak mind betrayed by unlawful