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Than thou wast worthy her.
Peace, you were best. Emil. Thou hast not half the power to do me harm,
As I have to be hurt*. O gull! O dolt!
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.
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 villain; Speak, for my heart is full.
Iago. I told him what I thought; and told no
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 a lie; an odious, damned lie; Upon my soul, a lie; a wicked lie:
She false with Cassio !-Did you say, with Cassio? Iago. With Cassio, mistress; Go to, charm your tongue.
Emil. I will not charm my tongue; I am bound to speak;
My mistress here lies murder'd in her bed.
All. O heavens forfend + !
Emil. And your reports have set the murder on.
Mon. O monstrous act!
Villainy, villainy, villainy !—
* More can I bear than you dare execute.' VOL. X. GG
I think upon't, I think,-I smell't;-O villainy !
Iago. What, are you mad? I charge you, get you home.
Emil. Good gentlemen, let me have leave to speak;
"Tis proper I obey him, but not now:
O, she was foul !—
I scarce did know you, uncle: There lies your niece, Whose breath, indeed, these hands have newly stopp'd:
I know, this act shows horrible and grim.
Gra. Poor Desdemona! I am glad thy father's dead;
Thy match was mortal to him, and pure grief
Oth. "Tis pitiful: but yet Iago knows,
A thousand times committed; Cassio confess'd it:
Emil. O heaven! O heavenly powers!
Come, hold your peace. Emil. "Twill out, 'twill out:-I hold my peace,
No, I will speak as liberal* as the air;
Let heaven, and men, and devils, let them all,
I will not.
[Iago offers to stab his wife.
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;
(More than, indeed, belong'd to such a trifle,) He begg❜d of me to steal it.
Emil. She give it Cassio! And I did give't my husband.
Villainous whore! no, alas; I found it,
Filth, thou liest.
Emil. By heaven, I do not; I do not, gentlemen: O murd'rous coxcomb! what should such a fool Do with so good a wife?
[lago 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; O 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, But kill him rather; I'll after that same villain, For 'tis a damned slave.
[Exeunt Montano and Gratiano. 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 musick;-Willow, willow, willow.-
Oth. I have another weapon in this chamber,
Gra. [Within.] If thou attempt it, it will cost
Thou hast no weapon, and perforce must suffer.
Behold! I have a weapon;
Gra. What is the matter?
Pale as thy smock! when we shall meet at compt†,
O cursed, cursed slave !-Whip me, ye devils,
* Steel is hardened by being put red-hot into very cold water.
O Desdemona! Desdemona! dead?
Enter Lodovico, Montano, Cassio, carried in a chair, and Officers, with Iago, prisoner.
Lod. Where is this rash and most unfortunate man?
Oth. That's he, that was Othello; here I am. Lod. Where is that viper? bring the villain forth. Oth. I look down towards his feet* ;-but that's a fable:
If that thou be'st a devil, I cannot kill thee.
Lod. O thou Othello, that was once so good,
Why, any thing: An honourable murderer, if you will; For nought I did in hate, but all in honour. Lod. This wretch hath part confess'd his villainy :
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 ?
Torments will ope your lips.
Oth. Well, thou dost best.
Lod. Sir, you shall understand what hath be
To see if his feet be cloven.
By the stratagem.