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Though tongues were out of use.

Oth.

Amen, with all my heart! Enter Emilia.

Des. If you say so, I hope you will not kill me.

Oth. Humph! Emil. 'Las, what's the matter; what's the matter, Des. And yet I fear you : for you are fatal then, husband?

When your eyes rolkso : Why I should fear, I know lago. Cassio hath here been set on in the dark,

not, By Roderigo, and fellows that are 'scap'd; Since guiltiness I know not; but yet, I feel, I fear. He's almost slain, and Roderigo dead.

Oth. Think on thy sins. Emil. Alas, good gentleman! alas, good Cassio ! Des.

They are loves I bear to you. Iago This is the fruit of whoring.–Pr’ythee, Oth. Ay, and for that thou diest. Emilia,

Des. That death's unnatural, that kills for loving. Go know of Cassio where he supp'd to-night:- Alas, why guaw you so your nether lip? What, do you shake at that?

Some bloody passion shakes your very frame: Bian. He supp'd at my house; but I therefore These are portents; but yet, I hope, I hope, shake not.

They do not point on me. Jago. O, did he so? I charge you, go with me.

Oth.

Peace, and be still. Emil. Fie, fie upon thee, strumpet!

Des. I will so: What's the matter? Bian. I am no strumpet; but of life as honest, Oth. That handkerchief, which I so lov'd, and As you that thus abuse me.

gave thee, Émil.

As I ? foh! fie upon thee ! || Thou gay'st to Cassio. lago. Kind gentlemen, let's go see poor Cassio Des.

No, by my life and soul ; ! dress'd :

Send for the man, and ask him. Come, mistress, you must tell us another tale. - Oth.

Sweet soul, take heed, Emilia, run you to the citadel,

Take heed of perjury; thou'rt on thy death-bed. And tell my lord and lady what has happ'd.- Des. Ay, but not yet to die. Will you go on, I pray ? - This is the night, (Aside. Oth.

Yes, presently: That'either makes me, or fordoes! me quite. (Exe. Therefore confess thee freely of thy sin; SCENE II.A bed-chamber : Desdemona in bed | Cannot remove, nor choke, the strong conception,

For to deny each article with oath, asleep. A light burning. Enter Othello.

That I do groan withal. Thou art to die. Oth. It is the cause, it is the cause, my soul, - Des. Then, Lord have mercy on me! Let me not name it to you, you chaste stars !

Oth.

I say, amen. It is the cause.— Yet I'll not shed her blood; Des. And have you mercy too ! I never did Nor scar that whiter skin of hers than snow, Offend

you

in

my life ; never lor'd Cassio, And smooth as monumental alabaster.

But with such general warranty of heaven

[Takes off his sword. | As I might love: I never gave him token. Yet she must die, else she'll betray more men. Oth. By heaven, I saw my handkerchief in his Put out the light, and then put out the light:2

hand. If I quench thee, thou tlaming minister,

O perjur'd woman! thou dost stone my heart, I can again thy former light restore,

And mak’st me call, what I intend to do,
Should I repent me :--but once put out thine, A murder, which I thought a sacrifice :4
Thou.cunning'st pattern of excelling nature, I saw the handkerchief.
I know not where is that Promethean heat,

Des.

He found it then; That can thy light relume. When I have pluck'd thy I never gave it him :-Send for him hither, rose,

And let him confess a truth. I cannot give it vital growth again,

He hath confess'd. It needs must wither :-I'll smell it on the tree.- Des. What, my lord ?

(Kissing her. Oth. That he hath-us'd thee. O balmy breath, that dost almost persuade

Des.

How? unlawfully? Justice to break her sword!-One more, one more.-Be thus when thou art dead, and I will kill thee, Des. He'll not say so. And love thee after :-One more, and this the last : Oth.

No, his mouth is stopp’d; So sweet was ne'er so fatal. I must weep, Honest Iago hath ta'en order for't.5 But they are cruel tears : This sorrow's heavenly; Des My fear interprets then,—What, is he dead? It strikes, where it doth love. She wakes Oth. Had all his hairs been lives, my great reDes. Who's there? Othello?

venge Olh.

Ay, Desdemona. Had stomach for them all. Des. Will you come to bed, my lord ?

Des. Alas! he is betray'd, and I undone. Oth. Have you pray'd to-night, Desdemona ? Oth. Out, strumpet! Weep'st thou for him to Des.

Ay, my lord.

my face? Oth. If

you
bethink
yourself of
any crime,

Des. O, banish me, my lord, but kill me not. Unreconciľd as yet to heaven and grace,

Oth. Down, strumpet ! Solicit for it straight.

Des. Kill me to-morrow, let me live to-night. Des. Alas, my lord, what may you mean by that? Oth. Nay, if you strive, Oth. Well, do it, and be brief; I will walk by : Des.

But half an hour. I would not kill thy unprepared spirit;

Oth.

Being done, No,-Heaven forfend !3--I would not kill thy soul. ||There is no pause. Des. Talk you of killing?

Des.

But while I say one prayer. Oth.

Oth. It is too late.

(He smothers her. Des.

Then heaven Emil. (Within.) My lord, my lord! what ho! Have mercy on me!

my lord! my lord ! (1) Undoes. (2) i. e. The light of life.

(4) A sacrifice atoning for thy crime. (3) Forbid.

(5) Has taken measures.

Oth.

Oth. Ay.

Ay, "I do.

with you,

Oth. What noise is this?—Not dead? not yet Emil.

Thou art rash as fire, to say quite dead?

That she was false ; O, she was heavenly true! I, that am cruel, am yet merciful;

Oth. Cassio did tup her; ask thy husband else. I would not have thee linger in thy pain. - 0, I were damn'd beneath all depth in hell, So, so."

But that I did proceed upon just grounds Ernil. (Wilhin.) What ho! my lord, my lord ! | To this extremity; Thy husband knew it all. Oth.

Who's there? Emil. My husband? Emil. [Within.) O, good my lord, I would speak Oth. Thy husband. a word with you.

Emil. That she was false to wedlock? Oth. Yes ;--'tis Emilia :--by and by.-She's Oth.

Ay, with Cassio. dead.

Nay, had she been true, "Tis like she comes to speak of Cassio's death : If heaven would make me such another world The noise was high.-Ha! no more moving ? Of one entire and perfect chrysolite,2 Still as the grave. Shall she come in? Were't good? I'd not have sold her for it. I think, she stirs again :-No.-- What's the best? Emil. My husband ? If she come in, she'll sure speak to my wife : Oth.

Ay, 'twas he that told me first; My wife! my wife! what wife?--I have no wife: || An honest man he is, and hates the slime O, insupportable! O heavy hour!

That sticks on filthy deeds. Methinks it should be now a huge eclipse

Emil.

My husband? Of sun and moon ; and that the affrighted globe Oth. What needs this iterance, 3 woman? I say, Should yawn at alteration.

thy husband. Emil." (Within.) I do beseech you I may speak Emil. O mistress, villany hath made mocks with

loveO, good my lord!

My husband say, that she was false? Oth. I had forgot thee : 0, come in, Emilia :-- Oth.

He, woman; Soft,--by and by :-Let me the curtains draw.- I say, thy husband : Dost understand the word ? Where art thou? What's the matter with thee My friend, thy husband, honest, honest lago. now?

(Unlocks the door. Emil. If he say so, may his pernicious soul Enter Emilia.

Rot half a grain a day! he lies to the beart;

She was too fond of her most filthy bargain. Emil. O, good my lord, yonder's foul murder

Oth. Ha! done.

Emil. Oth. What? now?

Do thy worst :

This deed of thine is no more worthy heaven, Emil. But now, my lord !

Than thou wast worthy her. Oth. It is the very error of the moon ;

Oth.

Peace, you were best. She comes more near the earth than she was wont,

Emil. Thou hast not half the power to do me And makes men mad.

harm, Emil. Cassio, my lord, has killed a young Ve- || As I have to be hurt.4 O gull! O dolt!

netian, Call'd-Roderigo.

As ignorant as dirt ! thou hast done a deed,

I care not for thy sword; I'll make thee known, Oth

Roderigo kill'd! And Cassio kill'd ?

Though I lost twenty lives :-Help! help, bo ! Emil. No, Cassio is not kill'd.

The Moor has kill'd my mistress; Murder! murder! Oth. Not Cassio kill'd? Then murder's out of tune,

Enter Montano, Gratiano, and Iago. And sweet revenge grows harsh.

Mon. What is the matter?--How now, general? Des. O, falsely, falsely murder'd!

Emil. O, are you come, Iago? you have done Emil. Alas! what cry is that?

well, Oth. That! what?

That men must lay their murders on your neck. Emil. Out, and alas ! that was my lady's voice:-- Gra. What is the matter? Help! help, ho! help!-O lady, speak again! Emil. Disprove this villain, if thou be'st a Sweet Desdemona! "O, sweet mistress, speak! Des. A guiltless death I die.

He says, thou told'st him that his wife was false : Emil.

O, who hath done I know, thou didst not, thou’rt not such a villain; This deed ?

Speak, for

my

heart is full. Des. Nobody; I myself; farewell : Jago. I told him what I thought; and told no Commend me to my kind lord ; O, farewell. (Dies.

Oth. Why, how should she be murder'd ? Than what he found himself was apt and true. Emil.

Alas, who knows? Emil. But did you ever tell him, she was false? Oth. You heard her say herself, it was not I. lago. I did. Emil. She said so; I must needs report the Emil. You told a lie; an odious, damned lie; truth.

Upon my soul, a lie; a wicked lie :Oth. She's, like a liar, gone to burning hell; She false with Cassio ! Did you say, with Cassio ? 'Twas I that kill'd her.

Iago. With Cassio, mistress ; Go to, charm your Emil. O, the more angel she,

tongue. And you the blacker devil!

Emil. I will not charm my tongue; I am bound Oth. She turn'd to folly, and she was a whore.

to speak; Emil. Thou dost belie her, and thou art a devil. | My mistress here lies murder'd in her bed. Oth. She was false as water.

AU. O heavens forfend !5 (1) It is supposed that some theatrical direction

Emil. And your reports have set the murder on.

Oih. Nay, stare not, masters; it is true, indeed. has been omitted, and that, when Othello says,

So so,' he then stabs her. After the repetition of (2) A precious stone. (3) Repetition. wounds, Desdemona might speak again with pro- More can I bear than you dare execute."; priety, and yet very soon expire,

(5) Forbid.

help!

man:

more

you home.

Gra. 'Tis a strange truth.

Come, guard the door without; let him not pass, Mon. O monstrous act!

But kill him rather; I'll after that same villain, Emil.

Villany, villany, villany !- For 'tis a damned slave. [Exe. Mon. and Gra. I think upon't,-I think, I smellit;- villany! Oth.

I am not valiant neither, I thought so then ;—I'll kill myself for grief. - But every puny whipster gets my sword O villany, villany!

But why should honour outlive honesty? lago. W'.at, are you mad? I charge you, get

Let it

go

al].

Emil. What did thy song bode, lady? Emil. Good gentlemen, let me have leave to Hark, canst thou hear me? I will play the swan speak;

And die in music ;-Willow, willow, willow.-'Tis proper I obey him, but not now :

Moor, she was chaste; she lov'd thee, cruel Moor Perchance, Iago, I will ne'er

go
home.

So come my soul to bliss, as I speak true;
Oth. 0! 0!0! (Hanging over his wife. So speaking as I think, I die, I die. (Dies.
Emil.

Nay, lay thee down, and roar; Oih. I have another weapon in this chamber, Bior thou hast kill'd the sweetest innocent, It is a sword of Spain, the ice brook's temper;2 That e'er did lift up eye.

O, here it is :--Uucle, I must come forth. Oth.

O, she was foul !- (Rising: Gra. (Within.) If thou attempt it, it will cost I scarce did know you, uncle: There lies your niece,

thee dear; Whose breath, indeed, these hands have newly || Thou hast no weapon, and perforce must suffer. stopp'd :

Oth. Look in upon me then, and speak with me, I know, this act shows horrible and grim. Or, naked as I am, I will assault thee. Gra. Poor Desdemona! I am glad thy father's

Re-enter Gratiano.
dead;

Gra. What is the matter?
Thy maiik was mortal to him, and pure grief
Shore his old thread in twain: did he live now,

Oth.

Behold! I have a weapon ; This sight would make him do a desperate turn,

A better never did itself sustain

Upon a soldier's thigh : I have seen the day, Yea, curse his better angel from his side, And fall to reprobation.

That, with this little arm, and this good sword, Oth. 'Tis pitiful : but yet Iago knows,

I have made my way through more impediments That she with Cassio hath the act of shame

Than twenty times your stop:--But, О vain boast A thousand times committed ; Cassio confess'd it : | De not afraid, though you do see me weapon’d;

Who can control his fate? 'tis not so now.And she did gratify his amorous works With that recognizance and pledge of love

Here is my journey's end, here is my butt,

And Which I first gave her: I saw it in his hand;

very sea-mark of my utmost sail.

Do It was a handkerchief, an antique token

you go back dismay'd! 'tis a lost fear;

Man but a rush against Othello's breast,
My father gave my mother.
Emil. O beaven! O heavenly powers !

And he retires ;-Where should Othello go?

Now, how dost thou look now? O ill-starr'd wench. Iago.

Come, hold your peace. Pale as thy smock! when we shall meet at compt, Emil. 'Twill out, 'twill out :-1 hold my peace, || This look of thine will hurl my soul from heaven, sir ? no;

And fiends will snatch at it. Cold, cold, my girl? No, I will speak as liberall as the air ;

Even like thy chastity:Let heaven, and men, and devils, let them all,

O cursed, cursed slave !-Whip me, ye devils, All, all, cry shame against me, yet I'll speak.

From the possession of this heavenly sight! lago. Be wise, and get you home.

Blow me about in winds ! roast me in sulphur! Emil.

I will not
(lago offers to stab his wife. I o Desdemona ! Desdemona ! dead?

Wash me in steep-down gulfs of liquid fire !Gra.

Fie!

Dead? 0!0!0! Your sword upon a woman? Emil. O thou dull Moor! that handkerchief thou Enter Lodovico, Montano, Cassio, carried in a speak’st of,

chair, and Officers, with Iago, prisoner. I found by fortune, and did give my husband; Lod. Where is this rash and most unfortunate But often, with a solemn earnestness

man? (More than, indeed, belong'd to such a trifle,)

Oth. That's he, that was Othello; here I am. He begg'd of me to steal it.

Lod. Where is that viper ? bring the villain forth. Iago.

Villanous whore !
Oth. I look down towards his feet;

4--but that's Emil. She gave it Cassio! no, alas; I found it,

a fable : And I did give't my husband.

If that t'ou be'st a devil, I cannot kill thee.
Iago.
Filth, thou liest.

[Othello wounds Iago. Emil. By heaven, I do not; I do not, gentlemen : Lod. Wrench his sword from him. O murd'rous coxcomb! what should such a fool

lago.

I bleed, sir; but not kill'd. Do with so good a wife?

Oth. I am not sorry neither; I'd have thee live; [Iago stabs Emilia, then runs out. For, in my sense, 'tis happiness to die. Oth.

Are there no stones in heaven, Lod. Ó thou Othello, that was once so good, But what serve for the thunder?--Precious villain !| Fall’n in the practices of a cursed slave, Gra. The woman falls; sure he has kill'd his. What shall be said to thee? wife.

Oth.

Why, any thing : Emil. Ay, ay; O lay me by my mistress' side ! | An honourable murderer, if you will; Gra. He's gone, but his wife's kill'd.

For nought I did in hate, but all in honour. Mon. 'Tis a notorious villain. Take you this

Lod. This wretch hath in part confessed his vil weapon,

lany : Which I have here recover'd from the Moor:

Did you and he consent in Cassio's death? (1) Free.

(3) Account (4) To see if his feet be cloven (2) Steel is hardened by being put red-hot into

(5) By the stratagen very cold water.

4 E VOL. II,

Oth. Ay.

Oth. I kiss'd thee, ere I kill'd thce ;-No way Cas. Déar general, I never gave you cause.

but this,

(Falling upon Desdemona. Oth. I do believe it, and I ask your pardon. Killing myself, to die upon a kiss. [Dies. Will you, I pray you, demand that demi-devil, Cas. This did I fear, but thought he had no Why he hath thus ensnar'd my soul and body?

weapon; lago. Demand me nothing : What you know,|| For he was great of heart. you know :

Lod.

O Spartan dog,
From this time forth I never will speak word. More fell than anguish, hunger, or the sea !
Lod. What? not to pray
?

Look on the tragic loading of this bed; [To lago. Gra.

Torments will ope your lips. This is thy work: the object poisons sight ;Oth. Well, thou dost best.

Let it be hid.-Gratiano, keep the house, Lod. Sir, you shall understand what hath be- || And seize upon the fortunes of the Moor, fall'n,

For they succeed to you.—To you, lord governor, Which, as I think, you know not : Here is a letter, | Remains the censurel of this hellish villain ; Found in the pocket of the slain Roderigo; The time, the place, the torture, -0 enforce it! And here, another : the one of them imports Myself will straight aboard ; and, to the state, The death of Cassio to be undertook

This heavy act with heavy heart relate. (Exeunt. By Roderigo. Oth. O villain ! Cas.

Most heathenish, and most gross Lod. Now here's another discontented paper,

The beauties of this play impress themselves so Found in his pocket too; and this, it seems,

strongly upon the attention of the reader, that they Roderigo meant to have sent this damned villain ; fiery openness of Othello, magnanimous, artless,

can draw nó aid from critical illustration.

The But that, belike, Iago in the interim Came in and satisfied him.

and credulous, boundless in his confidence, ardent Oth.

O the pernicious caitiff :-|| in his affection, inflexible in his resolution, and How came you, Cassio, by that handkerchief

obdurate in his revenge; the cool malignity of Iago,

silent in his resentment, subtle in bis designs, and That was my wife's ? Cas.

studious at once of his interest and his vengeance; I found it in chamber :

my And he himself confess'd, but even now,

the soft simplicity of Desdemona, confident of merThat there he dropp'd it, for a special purpose,

it, and conscious of innocence, her artless perseve

rance in her suit, and her slowness to suspect that Which wrought to his desire. Oth.

O fool! fool! fool ! || she can be suspected, are such proofs of ShaksCas. There is, besides, in Roderigo's letter,-

peare's skill in human nature, as, I suppose, it is How he upbraids Iago, that he made him

vain to seek in any modern writer. The gradual Brave me on the watch ; whereon it came

progress which lago makes in the Moor's conviction, That I was cast : And even but now he spake,

and the circumstances which he employs to inflame After long seeming dead,-lago hurt him,

him, are so artfully natural, that, though it will, Iago set him on.

perhaps, not be said of him as he says of himself, Lod. You must forsake this room, and go

that he is a man not easily jealous, yet we cannot Your power

and
your command is taken off, but pity him, when at last we find him perplexed

in the extreme.
And Cassio rules in Cyprus. For this slave,
If there be any cunning cruelty,

There is always danger, lest wickedness, conThat can torment him much, and hold him long,

joined with abilities, should steal upon esteem, It shall be his. You shall close prisoner rest,

though it misses of approbation ; but the character Till that the nature of your fault be known

of Iago is so conducted, that he is from the first To the Venetian state :-Come, bring him away.

scene to the last hated and despised. Oth. Soft you ; a word or two, before you go.

Even the inferior characters of this play would I have done the state some service, and they know it;| for their justness, but their strength. Cassio is

be very conspicuous in any other piece, not only No more of that :-I pray you, in your letters, When you shall these unlucky deeds relate,

brave, benevolent, and honest, ruined only by his

want of stubbornness to resist an insidious invitaSpeak of me as I am ; nothing extenuate, Nor set down aught in malice: then must you speak || tient submission to the cheats which he sees prac

tion. Roderigo's suspicious credulity, and impa. Of one, that lov'd not wisely, but too well ; Of one, not easily jealous, but, being wrought,

tised upon him, and which, by persuasion, he sufPerplex'd in the extreme ; of one, whose hand,

fers to be repeated, exhibit a strong picture of a Like the base Júdean, threw a pearl away,

weak mind, betrayed by unlawful desires, to a Richer than all his tribe ; of one, whose subdu'd false friend; and the virtue of Emilia is such as

we often find, worn loosely, but not cast off, easy eyes, Albeit unused to the melting mood,

to commit small crimes, but quickened and alarmed

at atrocious villanies. Drop tears as fast as the Arabian trees Their medicínal gum : Set you down this :

The scenes from the beginning to the end are And say, besides,--that in Aleppo once,

busy, varied by happy interchanges, and regularly Where a malignant and a turband Turk

proinoting the progression of the story; and the Beat a Venetian, and traduc'd the state,

narrative in the end, though it tells but what is I took by the throat the circumcised dog,

known already, yet is necessary to produce the And smote him--thus. Lod. O bloody period !

Had the scene opened in Cyprus, and the prece. Gra, All, that's spoke, is marr’d. I ding incidents been occasionally related, there had

been little wanting to a drama of the most exact (1) Judgment. and scrupulous regularity.

JOHNSON

with us;

(Stabs himself: death of Othello.

FINIS.

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