Def. Oh Heav'n have Mercy on me. Def. And have you Mercy too; I never did Oth. By Heav'n Ifaw my Handkerchief in's Hand. Def. He found it then ; I never gave it him; fend for him hither, Oth. He hath confeft. Oth. That he hath us'd thee. Def. How? unlawfully? Oth. Ay. Def. He will not fay fo. Oth. No, his Mouth is ftopp'd; Honeft Fago hath ta'en Order for't. Def. Oh, my fear interprets. What is he dead? Had Stomach for them all.. Def. Alas, he is betray'd, and I undone. Oth. Out Strumpet! weep'ft thou for him to my face ? Oth. Down, Strumpet. Def. Kill me to morrow, let me live to night. Def. But half an Hour Oth. Being done, there is no Paule. Def. But while I fay one Prayer Oth. It is too late. Emilia at the Door. Amil. My Lord, my Lord! What hoa! My Lord, my Lord! [Smothers her. Oth. What Noife 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, fo. Emil. within.] What hoa! my Lord, my Lord! Amil. Oh, my good Lord, I would fpeak a word with you. fhe's dead, Methinks it should be now a huge Eclipfe Of Sun and Moon, and that the affrighted Globe Emil. I do beseech you That I may speak with you. Oh, good my Lord! Oth. I had forgot thee; Oh come in, Æmilia. Soft, by and by, let me the Curtains draw, Where art thou? what's the matter with thee now? Æmil. Oh, my good Lord, yonder's foul Murthers done. Oth. What? now? Emil. But now, my Lord. Oth. It is the very error of the Moon, She comes more nearer Earth than fhe was wont, And makes Men mad, Amil. Caffio, my Lord, hath kill'd A young Venetian, call'd Rodorigo. Oth. Not Caffiokill'd? Then Murther's out of tune, Amil. Out, and alas, that was my Lady's Voice, Emil. Oh who hath done this Deed? Oth. You hear her fay her felf, it was not I. 'Twas I that kill'd her. [Dies. Amil. Oh the more Angel fhe, and you the blacker Devil. Oth. She turn'd to Folly, and fhe was a Whore. Amil. Thou art rafh as Fire, to fay That he was falfe. Oh fhe was heav'nly true. Oth. Thy Husband. Emil. That she was falfe to Wedlock? I'd not have fold her for it. Amil. My Husband? Oth. Ay, 'twas he that told me first; An honest Man he is, and hates the Slime That fticks on filthy Deeds. Amil. My Husband? Oth. What needs this Iterance, Woman? I fay thy Husband. Emil. Oh Miftrefs! Villany has made mocks with Love: My My Husband fays fhe was falfe? Oth. He, Woman; I fay thy Husband; do'ft understand the word? Emil. If he fay fo, may his pernicious Soul Emil. Do thy worst : This Deed of thine is no more worthy Heav'n, 1 Oth. Peace, you were beft. Emil. Thou haft not half that Power to do me harm Mon. What is the matter? How now, General? Emil. Difprove this Villain, if thou be'ft a Man, Jago. I told him what I thought; and told no more Emil. You told a Lie, an odious damned Lie: She falfe with Caffio? did you fay with Caffio? Jago. With Caffio, Miftrefs, go to, charm your Tongue. Emil. I will not charm my Tongue; I am bound to speak, My Mistress here lies murthered in her Bed. All. Oh Heav'ns forefend ! Emil. And your reports have fet the Murther on. Mon. Oh monftrous A&t. Amil. Villany! villany! villany! I think upon't --- I think ---- I smell't ---- O villany! Jago. What, are you mad? I charge you, get you home. Amil, Good Gentlemen, let me have leave to speak; Amil. Nay, lay thee down and roar : Oth. Oh fhe was foul! I fcarce did know you, Uncle; there lyes your Niece, Gra. Poor Desdemona! I am glad thy Father's dead, Oth. 'Tis pitiful, but yet Jago knows, Amil. Oh Heav'n! Oh heav'nly Powers! Emil. Twill out, 'twill out No, I will speak as liberal as the North, I peace! Let |