Than thou wast worthy her. Oth. 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! As ignorant as dirt! thou hast done a deed,- 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 : Iago. I told him what I thought; and told no more 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. Oth. Nay, stare not, masters; it is true, indeed. Gra. 'Tis a strange truth. Mon. O monstrous act! Villainy, villainy, villainy !+ Forbid. * ' 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 Emil. Good gentlemen, let me have leave to speak; 'Tis proper I obey him, but not now :Perchance, Iago, I will ne'er go home. Oth. O! O! O! [Hanging over his wife. Emil. Oth. O, she was foul ! [Rising. 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, With that recognizance and pledge of love My father gave my mother. Emil. O heaven! O heavenly powers! sir? no; No, I will speak as liberal* as the air; * Free. " Let heaven, and men, and devils, let them all, Emil. Gra. I will not. [Iago offers to stab his wife. Your sword upon a woman? Fye! 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,) Iago. Villainous whore! Emil. She give it Cassio! no, alas; I found it, And I did give't my husband. Iago. 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? Oth. [lago stabs Emilia, then runs out. 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. Oth. [Exeunt Montano and Gratiano. But every puny whipster gets my sword:- Emil. What did thy song bode, lady? Hark, canst thou hear me? I will play the swan, And die in musick;-Willow, willow, willow. Moor, she was chaste; she lov'd thee, cruel Moor; [Dies. Oth. I have another weapon in this chamber, It is a sword of Spain, the ice-brook's temper* ;O, here it is:-Uncle, I must come forth. 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. Re-enter Gratiano. Gra. What is the matter? Oth. Behold! I have a weapon; A better never did itself sustain Upon a soldier's thigh: I have seen the day, r; 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. [Othello wounds Iago. Lod. Wrench his sword from him. Iago. Lod. O thou Othello, that was once so good, Oth. Why, any thing: An honourable murderer, if you will; For nought I did in hate, but all in honour. e; Lod. This wretch hath part confess'd his villainy : Did you and he consent in Cassio's death? Oth. Ay. Cas. Dear general, I never gave you cause. From this time forth I never will speak word. Gra. Torments will ope your lips. Oth. Well, thou dost best. Lod. Sir, you shall understand what hath be fall'n, To see if his feet be cloven. + By the stratagem. |