3411AEmil. My Husband?

3412Oth. Thy Husband.

3413AEmil. That she was false to Wedlocke?

3414Oth. I, with Cassio: had she bin true,

3415If Heauen would make me such another world,

3416Of one entyre and perfect Chrysolite,

3417I'ld not haue sold her for it.

3418AEmil. My Husband?

3419Oth. I, 'twas he that told me on her first,

3420An honest man he is, and hates the slime

3421That stickes on filthy deeds.

3422AEmil. My Husband?

3423Oth. What needs this itterance, Woman?

3424I say, thy Husband.

3425AEmil. Oh Mistris,

3426Villany hath made mockes with loue:

3427My Husband say she was false?

3428Oth. He, Woman;

3429I say thy Husband: Do'st vnderstand the word?

3430My Friend, thy Husband; honest, honest Iago.

3431Aemil. If he say so, may his pernicious Soule

3432Rot halfe a graine a day: he lyes to'th'heart,

3433She was too fond of her most filthy Bargaine.

3434Oth. Hah?

3435AEmil. Do thy wotst:

3436This deede of thine is no more worthy Heauen,

3437Then thou was't worthy her.

3438Oth. Peace, you were best.

3439AEmil Thou hast not halfe that powre to do me harm,

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.

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?

3450AEmil. Disproue this Villaine, if thou bee'st a man:

3451He sayes, thou told'st him that his wife was false:

3452I know thou did'st not: thou'rt not such a Villain.

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.

3462Shee false with Cassio?

3463Did you say with Cassio?

3464Iago. With Cassio, Mistris?

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.

3470Emil. And your reports haue set the Murder on.

3471Othello. Nay stare not Masters,

3472It is true indeede.

3473Gra. 'Tis a strange Truth.

3474Mont. O monstrous Acte.

3475Emil. Villany, villany, villany:

3476I thinke vpon't, I thinke: I smel't: O Villany:

3477I thought so then: Ile kill my selfe for greefe.

3478O villany! villany!

3479Iago. What, are you mad?

3480I charge you get you home.

3481Emil. Good Gentlemen, let me haue leaue to speake:

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:

3486For thou hast kill'd the sweetest innocent,

3487That ere did lift vp eye.

3488Oth. Oh she was fowle!

3489I scarse did know you Vnkle, there lies your Neece,

3490Whose breath (indeed) these hands haue newly stopp'd:

3491I know this acte shewes horrible and grim.

3492Gra. Poore Desdemon:

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,

3496This sight would make him do a desperate turne:

3497Yea, curse his better Angell from his side,

3498And fall to Reprobance.

3499Oth. 'Tis pittifull: but yet Iago knowes

3500That she with Cassio, hath the Act of shame

3501A thousand times committed. Cassio confest it,

3502And she did gratifie his amorous workes

3503With that Recognizance and pledge of Loue

3504Which I first gaue her: I saw it in his hand:

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,

3512All, all, crie shame against me, yet Ile speake.

3513Iago. Be wise, and get you home.

3514Emil. I will not.

3515Gra. Fye, your Sword vpon a Woman.

3516Emil. Oh thou dull Moore,

3517That Handkerchiefe thou speak'st of

3518I found by Fortune, and did giue my Husband:

3519For often, with a solemne earnestnesse,

3520(More then indeed belong'd to such a Trifle)

3521He begg'd of me, to steale't.

3522Iago. Villanous Whore.

3523Emil. She giue it Cassio? No, alas I found it,

3524And I did giu't my Husband.

3525Iago. Filth, thou lyest.

3526Emil. By Heauen I do not, I do not Gentlemen:

3527Oh murd'rous Coxcombe, what should such a Foole

3528Do with so good a wife?

3529Oth. Are there no stones in Heauen,

3530But what serues for the Thunder?

3531Precious Villaine.

3532Gra. The woman falles:

3533Sure he hath kill'd his Wife.

3534Emil. I, I: oh lay me by my Mistris side.

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.

vv5 Oth.