32282911Bian. I am no strumpet, but of life as honest,

32292912As you, that thus abuse me.

32302913Em. As I: fough, fie vpon thee.

32312914Iag. Kind Gentlemen, let's goe see poore Cassio drest,

32332915Come mistresse, you must tell's another tale.

32342916Emillia, runne you to the Cittadell,

32352917And tell my Lord and Lady what has hapt:

32362918Will you goe on, I pray, this is the night,

32372919That either markes me, or foredoes me quite.

32402922Oth. It is the cause, it is the cause, my soule,

32412923Let me not name it to you, you chaste starres:

32422924It is the cause, yet I'le not shed her blood,

32432925Nor scarre that whiter skin of hers, then snow,

32442926And smooth, as monumentall Alablaster;

32452927Yet she must die, else shee'll betray more men,

32462928Put out the light, and then put out the light:

32472929If I quench thee, thou flaming minister,

32482930I can againe, thy former light restore,

32492931Should I repent me; but once put out thine,

32502932Thou cunning patterne of excelling nature,

32512933I know not where is that promethian heate,

32522934That can thy light returne: when I haue pluckt the rose,

32542935I cannot giue it vitall growth againe,

32552936It must needes wither; I'le smell it on the tree,

32562937A balmy breath, that doth almost perswade

32572938Iustice her selfe to breake her sword once more,

32582939Be thus, when thou art dead, and I will kill thee,

32592940And loue thee after: once more, and this the last, Hekisses her.

32602941So sweete was ne're so fatall: I must weepe,

32612942But they are cruell teares; this sorrowes heauenly,

32622943It strikes when it does loue: she wakes.

32632944Des. Who's there, Othello?

32642945Oth. I, Desdemona.

32652946Des. Will you come to bed my Lord?

32662947Oth. Haue you prayed to night, Desdemona?