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A BEDCHAMBER: DESDEMONA IN BED ASLEEP.
A LIGHT BURNING,
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 thy light: If I quench thee, thou flaming minister, I can again thy former light restore, Should I repent me:—but once put out thine, Thou cunning'st pattern of excelling nature, 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 growth again, It needs must wither: -I'll smell it on the tree.
[Kissing her. O balmy breath, that dost almost persuade Justice to break her sword !-One more, one more. Be thus when thou art dead, and I will kill 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 heavenly; It strikes, where it doth love.She wakes
Des. Who's there? Othello?
Ay, my lord.
Des. Alas, my lord, what may you mean by that?
Oth. Well, do it, and be brief; I will walk by:
Des. Talk you of killing?
Ay, I do.
Then, heaven Have mercy on me! Oth.
Amen, with all my heart!
you are fatal then, When your eyes roll so: Why I should fear, I know
not, Since guiltiness I know not; but yet, I feel, I fear.
Oth. Think on thy sins.
They are loves I bear to you.
Peace, and be still!
Oth. That handkerchief, which I so lov'd, and
Thou gav'st to Cassio.
No, by my life and soul;
Sweet soul, take heed, Take heed of perjury; thou'rt on thy death-bed.
Des. Ay, but not yet to die.
Des. Then, Lord have mercy on me!
say, amen. Des. And have you mercy too!—I never did Offend
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
He found it then;
He hath confess'd.
How? unlawfully? Oth. Ay.
He'll not say so. Oth.
No, his mouth is stoppid; Honest Iago hath ta'en order for't. Des. My fear interprets then, -What, is he
dead Oth. Had all his hairs been lives, my great re
Des. Alas! he is betray'd, and I undone.
But half an hour.
Being done, There is no pause. Des.
But while I say one prayer. Oth. It is too late.
[He smothers her. Emil. [Within.] My lord, my lord! what ho!
my lord! my lord! Oth. What noise is this? -Not dead! not yet
Emil. [Within.] What ho! my lord, my lord!
Who's there? Emil. [Within.] 0, good my lord, I would speak
a word with you. Oth. Yes;—'tis Emilia :-by and by.--She's
'Tis like she comes to speak of Cassio's death;
Emil. [Within.] I do beseech you I may speak
O, good my lord!
Oth. I had forgot thee: 0, come in, Emilia :Soft, -by and by:-Let me the curtains draw.Where art thou? What's the matter with thee now?
[Unlocks the door.
Enter Emilia. Emil. O, good my lord, yonder's foul murder
done. Oth. What? now? Emil.
But now, my lord. Oth. It is the very error of the moon; She comes more near the earth than she was wont; And makes men mad. Emil. Cassio, my lord, has kill'd a young Ve
netian, Call's-Roderigo. Oth.
No, Cassio is not kill'd.