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. Iago. Well; go to; very well.

Rod. Very well! go to! I cannot go to, man; nor 'tis not very well: By this hand, I say, it is very scurvy; and begin to find myself What place? what time? what form? what fobbed in it. [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 [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!

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 Iago. What in the contrary? second your attempt, and he shall fall between 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 together.

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

II.

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

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

your ladyship.

Des. Your honour is most welcome. Oth. Will you walk, Sir?--0,-Desdemona,

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

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

Emil. I would, you had never seen him!
Des. So would not I; my love doth so ap-
prove him,

That even his stubbornness, his checks, and frowns,

knocks?

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

Emil. Why, would not you?

Des. No, by this heavenly light!

Emil. Nor 1 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

Pr'ythee, unpin me,-have grace and favour For a small vice.

in them.

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.

despatch.

Pr'ythee,

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.

I.

Des. Good troth, I think thou wouldst not. Emil. By my troth, I think I should; and undo't, when I had done. Marry, I would not do such a thing for a joint-ring; nor for meesures 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.

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

Des. I do not think there is any such wo

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,

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

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

tree,

Sing all a green willow;

Her hand on her bosom, her head on her knee, Their wives have sense‡ like them: they see, Sing willow, willow, willow:

The fresh streams ran by her, and murmur'd

her moans;

Sing willow, &c.

and smell,

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;

Lay by these:

Sing willow, willow, willow;

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

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
know,

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

garland.

*Immediately.

Mo for more.

Wild, inconstant.

+ Our former allowance of expense. + Sensation.

Des. Good night, good night: Heaven me such usage send,

Not to pick bad from bad; but, by bad, mend! [Exeunt.

ACT V.

SCENE I-A Street.

Enter LAGO and RODERIGO.

Jago. Here, stand behind this bulk; straight

will he come ;

Wear thy good rapier bare,* and put it home:
Quick, quick; fear nothing; I'll be at thy el-
bow:

It makes us, or it mars us; think on that,
And fix most firm thy resolution.

Rod. Be near at hand; I may miscarry in't.
Iago. Here, at thy hand; be bold, and take

thy sword. [Retires to a little distance.
Rod. I have no great devotion to the deed;
And yet he has given me satisfying reasons:-
'Tis but a man gone :-forth, my sword; he
dies.
[Goes to his stand.

Iago. I have rubb'd this young quat almost

to the sense,t
[Cassio,
And he grows angry. Now, whether he kill
Or Cassio him, or each do kill the other,
Every way makes my gain: Live Roderigo,
He calls me to a restitution large

Of gold, and jewels, that I bobb'd from him,
As gifts to Desdemona;

It must not be: if Cassio do remain,
He hath a daily beauty in his life,
That makes me ugly; and, besides, the Moor
May unfold me to him; there stand I in much
peril:

No, he must die :-But so, I hear him coming.

Lod. Hark!

Cra. Here's one comes in his shirt, with light and weapons.

Iago. Who's there? whose noise is this, that
cries on murder?

Lod. We do not know.
Iago. Do you not hear a cry?

Cas. Here, here; for heaven's sake, help me.
Iago. What's the matter?

Gra. This is Othello's ancient, as I take it.
Lod. The same, indeed, a very valiant fel-
low.

Iago. What are you here that cry so griev ously?

Cas. Iago? O, I am spoil'd, undone by vil. Give me some help. [lains; lago. O me, lieutenant! what villains have

done this ?

Cas. I think, that one of them is hereabout, And cannot make away.

lago. O treacherous villains!→

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 RODERIGO. Rod. O damn'd Iago! O inhuman dog!-0!0! O!

Iago. Kill men i'the dark ?-Where be these
How silent is this town!-Ho! murder! mur-
bloody thieves?
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.

Bian. What is the matter, ho? who is't that cried?

Iago. Who is't that cried?

Bian. O my dear Cassio! my sweet Cassio! O Cassio! Cassio! Cassio!

Iago. O notable strumpet !-Cassio, may you suspect [you? Who they should be, that have thus mangled Cas No.

Gra. I am sorry, to find you thus: I have been to seek you.

Tago. Lend me a garter: So.-O, for a chair, SCENE II-A Bedchamber: DESDEMONA is To bear him easily Lence! Bed asleep.-A Light burning.

Bian. Alas, ants :-O Cassio! Cassio

Cassio!

Jago. Gentiemen 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,
Roderigono:-Yes, sure; O heaven, Roderi-
go.

Gra. What, of Venice ?

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

:

Enter OTHELLO.

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 :* If I quench thee, thou flaming minister, Iago. Signior Gratiano? I cry you gentle I can again thy former light restore, parden; [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.

Gra. I am glad to see you.

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

Gra. Roderigo!

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 life again,

It needs must wither:-I'll smell it on the

tree.

[Kissing her.

lago. He, he, 'tis he-O, that's well said; -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

tress,

more.

[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

Do you perceive the gastness of her eye?-
Nay, if you stare, we shall hear more anon:-
Behold her well; I pray you, look upon her;
Dyou see, gentlemen? nay, guiltiness will
Though tongues were out of use. [speak,
Enter EMILIA.

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

Iage. Cassio hath here been set on in the
dark,

By Roderigo, and fellows that are scap'd:
He's almost slain, and Roderigo dead.

il. Alas, good gentleman! alas, good

Cassio!

This is the fruit of whoring.--Pr'ythee,
Emilia,
Go know of Cassio where he supp'd to-
night :-

What, do you shake at that?

Bian. He supp'd at my house, but I therefore shake not.

Jago. O, did he so? I charge you, go with

me.

Emil. Fie, fie upon thee, strumpet !
Bian. I am no strumpet: but of life as honest,
As you that thus abuse me.

Emil. As I foh! fie upon thee!

Iago. Kind gentlemen, let's go see poor Cassio dress'd :[tale.Come, mistress, you must tell us another Emilia, run you to the citadel,

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?

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.

And tell my lord and lady what has happ'd.-Some bloody passion shakes your very frame

Will you go on, I pray ?--This is the night,

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

* Undoes.

These are portents; but yet, I hope, I hope,
They do not point on me.

Oth. Peace, and be still!
Des. I will so; What's the matter?

*. c, The light of life.

Forbic

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.

Des. No, by my life and soul;

Send for the man, and ask him.

Oth. Sweet soul, take heed,

[bed.

Take heed of perjury: thou'rt on thy death-
Des. Ay, but not yet to die.
Oth. Yes, presently:

[tion,

Therefore confess thee reely of thy sin;
For to deny each article with oath,
Cannot remove, nor choke, the strong concep
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;

I never gave it him :-Send for him hither,
And let him confess a truth.

Oth. He hath confess'd.

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

not.

Oth. Down, strumpet!

good?

[best? 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 :

O, insupportable! O heavy hour!
Methinks it should be now a huge eclipse
Of sun and moon; and that the affrighted globe
Should yawn at alteration.

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

O, good my lord!

lia:-

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

Venetian,

Call'd-Roderigo.

Oth. Roderigo kill'd!

And Cassio kill'd?

Emil. No, Cassio is not kill'd.

Oth. Not Cassio kill'd? Then murder's out

Des. Nobody; I myself; farewell:

Des. Kill me to-morrow, let me live to-night. Commend me to my kind lord; O, farewell.

Oth. Nay, if you strive,

Des. But half an hour.

Oth. Being done,

[Dies. 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