3279Oth. Amen, with all my heart.

3280Des. If you say, I hope you will not kill me.

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.

3286Oth. Thinke on thy sinnes.

3287Des. They are Loues I beare to you.

3288Oth. I, and for that thou dy'st.

3289Des. That death's vnnaturall, that kils for louing.

3290Alas, why gnaw you so your nether-lip?

3291Some bloody passion shakes your very Frame:

3292These are portents: but yet I hope, I hope,

3293They do not point on me.

3294Oth. Peace, and be still.

3295Des. I will so: What's the matter?

3296Oth. That Handkerchiefe

3297Which I so lou'd, and gaue thee, thou gau'st to Cassio.

3298Des. No by my Life, and Soule: send for the man,

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.

3303Oth. Presently.

3304Therefore confesse thee freely of thy sinne:

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.

3309Oth. I say, Amen.

3310Des. And haue you mercy too. I neuer did

3311Offend you in my life: neuer lou'd Cassio,

3312But with such generall warrantie of Heauen,

3313As I might loue. I neuer gaue him Token.

3314Oth. By Heauen I saw my Handkerchiefe in's hand.

3315O periur'd woman, thou do'st stone my heart,

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.

3322Oth. He hath confest.

3323Des. What, my Lord?

3324Oth. That he hath vs'd thee.

3325Des. How? vnlawfully?

3326Oth. I.

3327Des. He will not say so.

3328Oth. No: his mouth is stopp'd:

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.

3334Oth. Out Strumpet: weep'st thou for him to my face?

3335Des. O banish me, my Lord, but kill me not.

3336Oth. Downe Strumpet.

3337Des. Kill me to morrow, let me liue to night.

3338Oth. Nay, if you striue.

3339Des. But halfe an houre.

3340Oth. Being done, there is no pawse.

3341Des. But while I say one prayer.

3342Oth. It is too late. Smothers her.

3344AEmil My Lord, my Lord? What hoa?

3345My Lord, my Lord.

3346Oth. What noise is this? Not dead? not yet quite dead?

3347I that am cruell, am yet mercifull,

3348I would not haue thee linger in thy paine?

3349So, so.

3350AEmil. within. What hoa? my Lord, my Lord?

3351Oth. Who's there?

3352AEmil. Oh good my Lord, I would speake a word

3353with you.

3354Oth. Yes: 'Tis AEmilia: by and by. Shee's dead.

3355'Tis like she comes to speake of Cassio's death:

3356The noise was high. Hah, no more moouing?

3357Still as the Graue. Shall she come in? Wer't good?

3358I thinke she stirres againe. No, what's best to do?

3359If she come in, shee'l sure speake to my wife:

3360My wife, my wife: what wife? I haue no wife.

3361Oh insupportable! Oh heauy houre!

3362Me thinkes, it should be now a huge Eclipse

3363Of Sunne, and Moone; and that th'affrighted Globe

3364Did yawne at Alteration.

3365AEmil. I do beseech you

3366That I may speake with you. Oh good my Lord.

3367Oth. I had forgot thee: oh come in AEmilia.

3368Soft, by and by, let me the Curtaines draw.

3369Where art thou? What's the matter with thee now?

3371AEmil. Oh my good Lord, yonders foule Murthers

3372done.

3373Oth. What? now?

3374AEmil. But now, my Lord.

3375Oth. It is the very error of the Moone,

3376She comes more neerer Earth then she was wont,

3377And makes men mad.

3378AEmil. Cassio, my Lord, hath kill'd

3379A young Venetian, call'd Rodorigo.

3380Oth. Rodorigo kill'd? and Cassio kill'd?

3381AEmil. No, Cassio is not kill'd.

3382Oth. Not Cassio kill'd? Then Murther's out of tune,

3383And sweet Reuenge growes harsh.

3384Des. O falsely, falsely murder'd.

3385AEmil. Alas! what cry is that?

3386Oth. That? What?

3387AEmil. Out, and alas, that was my Ladies voice.

3388Helpe, helpe hoa, helpe. Oh Ladie speake againe,

3389Sweet Desdemona, oh sweet Mistris, speake.

3390Des. A guiltlesse death, I dye.

3391AEmil. Oh who hath done this deed?

3392Des. No body: I my selfe, farewell:

3393Commend me to my kinde Lord: oh farewell.

3394Oth. Why, how should she be murdred?

3395AEmil. Alas: who knowes?

3396Oth. You heare her say her selfe, it was not I.

3397AEmil. She said so: I must needs report the truth.

3398Oth. She's like a Liar gone to burning hell,

3399'Twas I that kill'd her.

3400AEmil. Oh the more Angell she, and you the black-

3401er Diuell.

3402Oth. She turn'd to folly: and she was a whore.

3403AEmil. Thou do'st bely her, and thou art a diuell.

3404Oth. She was false as water.

3405AEmil. Thou art rash as fire, to say

3406That she was false. Oh she was heauenly true.

3407Oth. Cassio did top her: Ask thy husband else.

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.