33463022Oth. What voyce is this? not dead? not yet quite dead?

33473023I that am cruell, am yet mercifull,

33483024I would not haue thee linger in thy paine, --- so, so.

33503025Em. What ho, my Lord, my Lord.

33513026Oth. Who's there?

33523027Em. O good my Lord, I'de speake a word with you.

33543028Oth. Yes, tis Emillia, by and by: shee's dead:

33553029Tis like she comes to speake of Cassios death;

33563030The noyse was here; ha, no more mouing,

33573031Still as the graue: shall she come in? were't good?

33583032I thinke she stirres againe; no, what's the best?

33593033If she come in, shee'll sure speake to my wife.

33603034My wife, my wife, my wife; I ha no wife;

33613035O insupportable: O heauy houre.

33623036Me thinks it should be now a huge Ecclips

33633037Of Sunne and Moone, and that the affrighted Globe,

33643038Should yawne at alteration.

33653039Em. I doe beseech you I may speake with you, -good my Lord.

33673040Oth. I had forgot thee: O come in Emillia.

33683041Soft, by and by; let me the Curtaines draw, Ent. Emil.

33693042Where art thou? whats the matter with thee now?

33713043Em. O my good Lord, yonder's foule murders done.

33733044Oth. What, now?

33743045Em. But now my Lord.

33753046Oth. It is the very error of the Moone,

33763047She comes more neere the earth, then she was wont,

33773048And makes men mad.

33783049Em. Cassio my Lord has kil'd a yong Venetian,

33793050Cal'd Roderigo.

33803051Oth. Roderigo kild, and Cassio kild?

33813052Em. No, Cassio is not kild.

33823053Oth. Not Cassio kild, then murders out of tune,

33833054And sweete reuenge growes harsh.

33843055Des. O falsly, falsly murdered.

33853056Em. O Lord, what cry is that?

33863057Oth. That? what?

33873058Em. Out and alas, it is my Ladyes voyce,