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Enter Montano, Gratiano, Jago, and others. Mon. What is the matter? how now, General:
Æmil. Oh, are you come, Jago? you have done well, That men must lay their murthers on your neck.
Gra. What is the matter?
Æmil. Disprove this villain, if thou be’st a man;
Jago. I told him what I thought; and told no more
Æmil. You told a lie; an odious damned lie::
Jago. With Casio, mistress.; go to, charm your tongue.
Æmil. I will not charm my tongue ; I'm bound to speak, My mistress lies here murtherd in her bed. *
_murder'd in her bed.
Æmil. Villany! villany! villany!
Jago. What, are you mad? &c.
Jago. What, are you mad? 'I charge you get you home.
Æmil. Good gentlemen, let me have leave to speak;
(Othello falls on the bed.
Oth. Oh she was foul!
Gra. Poor Desdemona! I'm glad thy father's dead :
Did he live now,
Oth. 'Tis pitiful ; but yet Jago knows,
. Oh heav'n! oh heav'nly powers!
Jago. Be wise and get you home,
[Jago offers to fiab bis wife. Gra. Fie, your sword apon a woman?
Æmil. Oh, thou dull Moor! that handkerchief thou speak’lt of
Jago. Villanous whore !
Æmil. She give it Caffio? alas I found it, And I did give’t my husband.
Jago. Filth, thou lieft.
Æmil. By heav'n I do not, I do not, gentlemen :
[Jago breaks through and wounds his wife, then runs out.
Gra. The woman falls; sure he hath kill'd his wife.
Mon. 'Tis a notorious villain; take this weapon,
[Exeunt Moatano and Gratiano.
Oth. I am not valiant neither;
Æmil. What did thy song boad, lady?
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.
Gra. What is the matter?
Oth. Lo! I have a weapon: A better never did it self sustain Upon a soldier's thigh. I've seen the day, That with this little arm, and this good sword, I made my way through more impediments, Than twenty times your stop. But, oh vain boast! Who can controul his fate? 'is 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 fail. Do you go back dismay'd ? 'tis a loft fear: Man but a rush against Othello's breast, And he retires. Where should Othello go? Now -- how doit thou look now? oh ill-starrd wench! Pale as thy smock! When we shall meet at compt, This look of thine will hurl my soul from heav'n, And fiends will snatch at it. Cold, cold, my girl? \ In the first edition it is Isebroke's temper. Thence corrupted to Ice-brooks.
Ebro's temper : the waters of that river of Spain are particularly famous for tempering of steel. The finest arms in the world, the Catalonian Fuseés. Eeee 2
Ev'n like thy chastity. Oh cursed Nave!
S CE N E X.
Enter Lodovico, Cassio led in wounded, Montano, and Jago
prisoner, with officers.
Oth. I look down tow'rds his feet; but that's a fable.
(Othello wounds Jago. Lod. Wrenchhis sword from him. Jago. I bleed, Sir, but not kill'd.
Oth. I am not sorry neither: I'd have thee live;
Lod. Oh thou, Othello, that wast once so good,
Oth. Why any thing;
Lod. This wretch bath part confest his villany: Did you
and he consent in Casio's death ? Oth. Ay. Caf. Dear General, I never gave you cause.
Oth. I do believe it, and I ask your pardon: Will you, I pray, demand that demy-devil,