Emil. Do thy worst:

This deed of thine is no more worthy heaven, Thy match was mortal to him, and pure grief
Than thou wast worthy her.
Shore his old thread in twain: did he live now,
This sight would make him do a desperate turn,

Oth. Peace, you were best.

Emil. Thou hast not half the power to do Yea, curse his better angel from his side, And fall to reprobation.

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.

me barm,

O gull! O dolt!

As I have to be hurt.
Oth. 'Tis pitiful: but yet lago knows,
As ignorant as dirt! thou hast done a deed,-That she with Cassio hath the act of shame
I care not for thy sword; I'll make thee A thousand times committed; Cassio con-

known,

fess'd it :

Though I lost twenty lives :-Help! help, ho:
help!
The Moor has killed my mistress; Murder!

murder!

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 vil-
Speak, for my heart is full.

[lain;

Iago. I told him what I thought; and told

I thought so then ;-I'll kill myself for grief.-
O villany, villany!

Jago. What, are you mad? I charge you, ge
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: O! O! [Hanging over his wife
Emil. 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 new. ly stopp'd:

I know, this act shows horrible and grim. Gra. Poor Desdemona! I am glad thy fa ther's dead;

Gra. 'Tis a strange truth.

Mon. O monstrous act!

on.

Oth. Nay, stare not, masters; it is true, indeed.

you

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 alie; an odious, damned lie;
Upon my soul, a lie; a wicked lie :-
She false with Cassio?-Did you say, with
Cassio?

lago. With Cassio? mistress; Go to, charm O
your tongue.

Emil. I will not charm my tongue; I am Do bound to speak ; My mistress here lies murder'd in her bed.

All. O heavens forfend !§

Emil. And your reports have set the murder

Emil. Villany, villany, villany!-

I think upon't,-I think,- smell't;-0 vil

lany!

A precious stone.

$ "More can I bear than Forbid

† Repetition.

dare execute."

And she did gratify his amorous works
With that recognizance aud pledge of love
Which I first gave her; I saw it in his hand;
It was a handkerchief, an antique token
My father gave my mother.

Emil. O heaven! O heavenly powers! lago. Come, hold your peace.

Emil. 'Twill out, 'twill out;-I hold my
peace, Sir? no;

No, I will speak as liberal* as the air;
Let heaven, and men, and devils, let them all,
All, all, cry shame against me, yet I'll speak.
Jago. Be wise, and get you home.
Emil. I will not.

[IAGO offers to stab his Wife.

Gra. Fie!

Your sword upon a woman?
Emil. O thou dull Moor! that handkerchief
thou speak'st of,

I

found by fortune, and did give my husband; For often, with a solemn earnestness, (More than, indeed, belong'd to such a trifle,) He begg'd of me to steal it.

Jago. Villanous whore !

Emil. She gave it Cassio! no, alas; I found
And I did give't my husband.
[it,
Iago. Filth, thou liest.

Emil. By heaven, I do not; I do not, gen-
tlemen:

murd'rous coxcomb! what should such a fool

with so good a wife?

[IAGO stabs EMILIA, then runs out. 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; 0, 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,

• Free.

But kill him rather; I'll after that same vil- Oth. I am not sorry neither; I'd have thee lain,

live;

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, 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;

d:

neral to bac

read in twas

d make tim for better angel ince arctation

dal: but yet fant Cassio hath times commit Lit:

gratify his an
cognizance spe
t gave ber: (s
ndkerchief, an ant
Kave my mother.
beaven! O bearen
Tome, boldy
your pean
Twill out, 'twa -
-ace, Sir? po:
i speak as liberal ar
en, and men, and tra
ry shame against

Be wise, and get you
I will not.
[Lace of

Fie!

word upon a woman? il. O thou dail Moor! thou speak'st of, d by tortune, and did often, with a solemn earesta e than, indeed, belong egg'd of me to steal it. 20. Villanons whore! ail. She gave it Cassio! pa I did give't my husband ago. Filth, thou best.

Emil. By heaven, I do not lat

tlemen:

murd'rous coxcomb whats fool o with so good a wife! [LAGO stabs E Oth. Are there no stones in But what serve for the th

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 tem-
per;*-

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

villain!

Gra. The woman falls, his wife.

Emil Ay, ay; 0, lay me b Gra. He's gone, but bis

side!

Mon. 'Tis a notorious rilan
weapon,
Which I have here recover fr
Come, guard the door wie

pass,

Free

me,

Or, naked as I am, I will assault thee.
Re-enter GRATIANO.

Gra. What's 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 impedi-
ments

Than twenty times your stop :-But, O vain

-

Lod. Wrench his sword from him.
Iago. I bleed, Sir; but not kill'd.

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

Steel is hardened by

For, in my sense, 'tis happiness to die,
Lod. O thou Othello, that was once so good,
all'n in the practice* of a cursed slave,
What shall be said to thee?

Cold water.

Oth. Why, any thing:

An honourable murderer, if you will;
For nought I did in hate, but all in honour.
Lod. This wretch hath in part confess'd his
villany:

wench!

Pale as thy smock! when we shall meet at
compt,t
[ven,

This look of thine will hurl my soul from hea-
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!

Account,

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 befall'n,

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

How he upbraids Iago, that he made him
Brave me on the watch; whereon it came
That I was cast and even but now he spake
After long seeming dead,-Iago hurt him,
lago 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,

Enter LODOVICO, MONTANO, CASSIO, carried in
a Chair, and Officers, with IAGO prisoner.

long,

That can torment him much, and hold him
Lod. Where is this rash and most unfortu- It shall be his: You shall close prisoner rest,
Till that the nature of your fault be known
Oth. That's he, that was Othello; here I To the Venetian state:-Come, bring him

nate man?

am.

away.

Lod. Where is that viper? bring the villain

Oth. Soft you; a word or two, before you

forth.

go.

Oth. I look down towards his feet ;-but I
that's a fable:

have done the state some service, and they
know it;

If that thou be'st a devil, I cannot kill thee.

[OTHELLO wounds IAGO.

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

being put red-hot into very of one, that lov'd not wisely, but too well; By the stratagem.

To see if his feet be cloven.

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; of one, whose sub-
du'd eyes,

Albeit unused to the melting mood,
Drop tears as fast as the Arabian trees
Their medicinal gum: Set you down this:
And say, besides-that in Aleppo once,
Where a malignant and a turban'd Turk
Beat a Venetian, and traduc'd the state,
I took by the throat the circumcised dog,
And smote him-thus.
[Stabs himself.

(Act V.

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;

This is thy work: the object poisons sight:-
[TO JAGO.
Let it be hid.-Gratiano, keep the house,
And seize upon the fortunes of the Moor,
For they succeed to you.-To you, lord gover

nor,

Remains the censure* of this hellish villain ; The time, the place, the torture,-0 enforce it!

Lod. O bloody period!

Gra. All, that's spoke, is marr'd. Oth. I kiss'd thee, ere I kill'd thee;-No Myself will straight abroad; and, to the state, way but this, [Falling upon DESDEMONA. This heavy act with heavy heart relate. Killing myself, to die upon a kiss.

[Exeunt.

[Dies.

THE END.

• Judgement.