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3238Scoena Secunda.
3239Enter Othello, and Desdemona in her bed.
3241Let me not name it to you, you chaste Starres,
3246Put out the Light, and then put out the Light:
3248I can againe thy former light restore,
3249Should I repent me. But once put out thy Light,
3250Thou cunning'st Patterne of excelling Nature,
3251I know not where is that Promethaean heate
3252That can thy Light re-Lume.
3253When I haue pluck'd thy Rose,
3254I cannot giue it vitall growth againe,
3257Iustice to breake her Sword. One more, one more:
3258Be thus when thou art dead, and I will kill thee,
3259And loue thee after. One more, and that's the last.
3261But they are cruell Teares: This sorrow's heauenly,
3265Des. Will you come to bed, my Lord?
3267Des. I my Lord.
3269Vnreconcil'd as yet to Heauen, and Grace,
3270Solicite for it straight.
3271Des. Alacke, my Lord,
3272What may you meane by that?
3273Oth. Well, do it, and be breefe, I will walke by:
3274I would not kill thy vnprepared Spirit,
3275No, Heauens fore-fend) I would not kill thy Soule.
3276Des. Talke you of killing?
3277Oth. I, I do.
3278Des. Then Heauen haue mercy on mee.
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3279Oth. Amen, with all my heart.
3281Oth. Humh.
3282Des. And yet I feare you: for you're fatall then
3283When your eyes rowle so.
3284Why I should feare, I know not,
3285Since guiltinesse I know not: But yet I feele I feare.
3287Des. They are Loues I beare to you.
3289Des. That death's vnnaturall, that kils for louing.
3290Alas, why gnaw you so your nether-lip?
3292These are portents: but yet I hope, I hope,
3293They do not point on me.
3296Oth. That Handkerchiefe
3299And aske him.
3300Oth. Sweet Soule, take heed, take heed of Periury,
3301Thou art on thy death-bed.
3302Des. I, but not yet to dye.
3305For to deny each Article with Oath,
3306Cannot remoue, nor choake the strong Conception
3307That I do grone withall. Thou art to dye.
3308Des. O Heauen haue mercy on me.
3310Des. And haue you mercy too. I neuer did
3312But with such generall warrantie of Heauen,
3313As I might loue. I neuer gaue him Token.
3316And makes me call, what I intend to do,
3317A Murther, which I thought a Sacrifice.
3318I saw the Handkerchiefe.
3319Des. He found it then:
3320I neuer gaue it him: Send, for him hither:
3321Let him confesse a truth.
3323Des. What, my Lord?
3324Oth. That he hath vs'd thee.
3325Des. How? vnlawfully?
3326Oth. I.
3329Honest Iago hath 'tane order for't.
3330Des. Oh, my feare interprets. What is he dead?
3331Oth. Had all his haires bin liues, my great Reuenge
3332Had stomacke for them all.
3333Des. Alas, he is betray'd, and I vndone.
3336Oth. Downe Strumpet.
3337Des. Kill me to morrow, let me liue to night.
3339Des. But halfe an houre.
3343AEmilia at the doore.
3344AEmil My Lord, my Lord? What hoa?
3345My Lord, my Lord.
3347I that am cruell, am yet mercifull,
3348I would not haue thee linger in thy paine?
3349So, so.
3351Oth. Who's there?
3353with you.
3356The noise was high. Hah, no more moouing?
3357Still as the Graue. Shall she come in? Wer't good?
3360My wife, my wife: what wife? I haue no wife.
3361Oh insupportable! Oh heauy houre!
3363Of Sunne, and Moone; and that th'affrighted Globe
3364Did yawne at Alteration.
3366That I may speake with you. Oh good my Lord.
3368Soft, by and by, let me the Curtaines draw.
3369Where art thou? What's the matter with thee now?
3370Enter AEmilia.
3371AEmil. Oh my good Lord, yonders foule Murthers
3372done.
3373Oth. What? now?
3374AEmil. But now, my Lord.
3376She comes more neerer Earth then she was wont,
3377And makes men mad.
3379A young Venetian, call'd Rodorigo.
3385AEmil. Alas! what cry is that?
3386Oth. That? What?
3387AEmil. Out, and alas, that was my Ladies voice.
3391AEmil. Oh who hath done this deed?
3393Commend me to my kinde Lord: oh farewell.
3395AEmil. Alas: who knowes?
3398Oth. She's like a Liar gone to burning hell,
3399'Twas I that kill'd her.
3401er Diuell.
3408O, I were damn'd beneath all depth in hell:
3409But that I did proceed vpon iust grounds
3410To this extremity. Thy Husband knew it all.
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3411AEmil. My Husband?
3412Oth. Thy Husband.
3415If Heauen would make me such another world,
3417I'ld not haue sold her for it.
3418AEmil. My Husband?
3422AEmil. My Husband?
3423Oth. What needs this itterance, Woman?
3424I say, thy Husband.
3426Villany hath made mockes with loue:
3428Oth. He, Woman;
3432Rot halfe a graine a day: he lyes to'th'heart,
3434Oth. Hah?
3436This deede of thine is no more worthy Heauen,
3437Then thou was't worthy her.
3440As I haue to be hurt. Oh Gull, oh dolt,
3441As ignorant as durt: thou hast done a deed
3442(I care not for thy Sword) Ile make thee known,
3443Though I lost twenty liues. Helpe, helpe, hoa, helpe:
3444The Moore hath kill'd my Mistris. Murther, murther.
3445Enter Montano, Gratiano, and Iago.
3446Mon. What is the matter? How now Generall?
3447AEmil. Oh, are you come, Iago: you haue done well,
3448That men must lay their Murthers on your necke.
3449Gra. What is the matter?
3453Speake, for my heart is full.
3454Iago. I told him what I thought,
3455And told no more
3456Then what he found himselfe was apt, and true.
3457AEmil. But did you euer tell him,
3458She was false?
3459Iago. I did.
3460AEmil. You told a Lye an odious damned Lye:
3461Vpon my Soule, a Lye; a wicked Lye.
3465Go too, charme your tongue.
3466Emil. I will not charme my Tongue;
3467I am bound to speake,
3468My Mistris heere lyes murthered in her bed.
3469All. Oh Heauens, forefend.
3472It is true indeede.
3475Emil. Villany, villany, villany:
3476I thinke vpon't, I thinke: I smel't: O Villany:
3478O villany! villany!
3479Iago. What, are you mad?
3480I charge you get you home.
3482'Tis proper I obey him; but not now:
3483Perchance Iago, I will ne're go home.
3484Oth. Oh, oh, oh.
3485Emil. Nay; lay thee downe, and roare:
3487That ere did lift vp eye.
3493I am glad thy Father's dead,
3494Thy Match was mortall to him: and pure greefe
3495Shore his old thred in twaine. Did he liue now,
3498And fall to Reprobance.
3499Oth. 'Tis pittifull: but yet Iago knowes
3503With that Recognizance and pledge of Loue
3505It was a Handkerchiefe, an Antique Token
3506My Father gaue my Mother.
3507Emil. Oh Heauen! oh
heauenly Powres!
3508Iago. Come, hold your peace.
3509Emil. 'Twill out, 'twill out. I peace?
3510No, I will speake as liberall as the North;
3511Let Heauen, and Men, and Diuels, let them all,
3514Emil. I will not.
3515Gra. Fye, your Sword vpon a Woman.
3516Emil. Oh thou dull Moore,
3518I found by Fortune, and did giue my Husband:
3521He begg'd of me, to steale't.
3522Iago. Villanous Whore.
3524And I did giu't my Husband.
3526Emil. By Heauen I do not, I do not Gentlemen:
3528Do with so good a wife?
3530But what serues for the Thunder?
3531Precious Villaine.
3532Gra. The woman falles:
3533Sure he hath kill'd his Wife.
3535Gra. Hee's gone, but his wife's kill'd.
3536Mon. 'Tis a notorious Villain: take you this weapon
3537Which I haue recouer'd from the Moore:
3538Come guard the doore without, let him not passe,
3539But kill him rather. Ile after that same villaine,
3540For 'tis a damned Slaue. Exit.
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3541Oth. I am not valiant neither:
3542But euery Punie whipster gets my Sword.
3544Let it go all.
3545AEmil. What did thy Song boad Lady?
3546Hearke, canst thou heare me? I will play the Swan,
3550So speaking as I thinke, alas, I dye.
3551Oth. I haue another weapon in this Chamber,
3552It was a Sword of Spaine, the Ice brookes temper:
3553Oh heere it is: Vnkle I must come forth.
3557Or naked as I am I will assault thee.
3558Gra. What is the matter?
3559Othel. Behold, I haue a weapon:
3561Vpon a Soldiers Thigh. I haue seene the day,
3562That with this little Arme, and this good Sword,
3563I haue made my way through more impediments
3565Who can controll his Fate? 'Tis not so now.
3567Heere is my iournies end, heere is my butt
3568And verie Sea-marke of my vtmost Saile.
3571And he retires. Where should Othello go?
3572Now: how dost thou looke now? Oh ill-Starr'd wench,
3573Pale as thy Smocke: when we shall meete at compt,
3574This looke of thine will hurle my Soule from Heauen,
3575And Fiends will snatch at it. Cold, cold, my Girle?
3577Whip me ye Diuels,
3579Blow me about in windes, roast me in Sulphure,
3582Enter Lodouico, Cassio, Montano, and Iago,
3583with Officers.
3586Lod. Where is that Viper?
3587Bring the Villaine forth.
3588Oth. I look down towards his feet; but that's a Fable,
3589If that thou bee'st a Diuell, I cannot kill thee.
3590Lod. Wrench his Sword from him.
3591Iago. I bleed Sir, but not kill'd.
3597Oth. Why any thing:
3598An honourable Murderer, if you will:
3599For nought I did in hate, but all in Honour.
3602Oth. I.
3604Oth. I do beleeue it, and I aske your pardon:
3605Will you, I pray, demand that demy-Diuell,
3606Why he hath thus ensnar'd my Soule and Body.
3607Iag. Demand me nothing: what you know, you know:
3608From this time forth, I neuer will speake word.
3609Lod. What? not to pray?
3610Gra. Torments will ope your lips.
3612Lod. Sir,
3614(Which, as I thinke, you know not) heere is a Letter
3615Found in the pocket of the slaine Rodorigo,
3616And heere another, the one of them imports
3617The death of Cassio, to be vndertooke
3618By Rodorigo.
3619Oth. O Villaine!
3622Found in his pocket too: and this it seemes
3623Rodorigo meant t'haue sent this damned villaine:
3624But that (belike) Iago in the interim
3627How came you (Cassio) by that Handkerchiefe
3628That was my wiues?
3629Cassio. I found it in my Chamber:
3632Which wrought to his desire.
3633Othel. O Foole, foole, foole!
3635How he vpbraides Iago, that he made him
3636Braue me vpon the Watch: whereon it came
3638(After long seeming dead) Iago hurt him,
3639Iago set him on.
3641Your Power, and your Command is taken off,
3642And Cassio rules in Cyprus. For this Slaue,
3643If there be any cunning Crueltie,
3644That can torment him much, and hold him long,
3646Till that the Nature of your fault be knowne
3647To the Venetian State. Come, bring away.
3648Oth. Soft you; a word or two before you goe:
3650No more of that. I pray you in your Letters,
3652Speake of me, as I am. Nothing extenuate,
3653Nor set downe ought in malice.
3655Of one that lou'd not wisely, but too well:
3656Of one, not easily Iealious, but being wrought,
3657Perplexed in the extreame: Of one, whose hand
3658(Like the base Iudean) threw a Pearle away
3660Albeit vn-vsed to the melting moode,
3661Drops teares as fast as the Arabian Trees
3662Their Medicinable gumme. Set you downe this:
3664Where a malignant, and a Turbond-Turke
3665Beate a Venetian, and traduc'd the State,
3666I tooke by th'throat the circumcised Dogge,
3667And smoate him, thus.
3668Lod. Oh bloody period.
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3672Cas. This did I feare, but thought he had no weapon:
3673For he was great of heart.
3674Lod. Oh Sparton Dogge:
3675More fell then Anguish, Hunger, or the Sea:
3676Looke on the Tragicke Loading of this bed:
3677This is thy worke:
3679Let it be hid. Gratiano, keepe the house,
3680And seize vpon the Fortunes of the Moore,
3681For they succeede on you. To you, Lord Gouernor,
3683The Time, the Place, the Torture, oh inforce it:
3686FINIS.