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?

32672948Des. I my Lord:

32682949Oth. If you bethinke your selfe of any crime,

32692950Vnreconcil'd as yet to heauen and grace,

32702951Sollicite for it straite.

32712952Des. Alas my Lord, what may you meane by that?

32732953Oth. Well doe it, and be briefe, I will walke by,

32742954I would not kill thy vnprepared spirit,

32752955No, heauen fore-fend, I would not kill thy soule.

32762956Des. Talke you of killing?

32772957Oth. I, I doe.

32782958Des. Then heauen haue mercy on me.

32792959Oth. Amen, with all my heart.

32802960Des. If you say so, I hope you will not kill me.

32812961Oth. Hum.

32822962Des. And yet I feare you, for you are fatall then,

32832963When your eyes roule so: why I should feare, I know not,

32852964Since guiltinesse I know not, but yet I feele I feare.

32862965Oth. Thinke on thy sinnes.

32872966Des. They are loues I beare to you.

32882967Oth. And for that thou diest.

32892968Des. That death's vnnaturall, that kills for louing,

32902969Alas, why gnaw you so your neather lip?

32912970Some bloody passion shakes your very frame,

32922971These are portents: but yet I hope

32932972They doe not point on me.

32942973Oth. Peace, and be still.

32952974Des. I will, so, what's the matter?

32962975Oth. That handkercher which I so lou'd, and gaue thee,

32972976Thou gauest to Cassio.

32982977Des. No, by my life and soule,

32992978Send for the man and aske him.

33002979Oth. Sweete soule take heed, take heed of periury,

33012980Thou art on thy death-bed.

33022981Des. I, but not yet to die.

33032982Oth. Yes, presently:

33042983Therefore confesse thee freely of thy sinne,

33052984For to deny each article with oath,

33062985Cannot remoue, nor choke the strong conceit,

33072986That I doe groane withall: thou art to die.

33082987Des. The Lord haue mercy on me.

33092988Oth. I say Amen.

33102989Des. And haue you mercy too:

33112990I neuer did offend you in my life, --neuer lou'd Cassio,

33122991But with such generall warranty of heauen,

33132992As I might loue: I neuer gaue him token.

33142993Oth. By heauen I saw my handkercher in his hand,

33152994O periured woman, thou doest stone thy heart,

33162995And makest me call, what I intend to doe,

33172996A murder, which I thought a sacrifice,

33182997I saw the handkercher.

33192998Des. He found it then,

33202999I neuer gaue it him, send for him hither,

33213000And let him confesse a truth.

33223001Oth. He has confest.

33233002Des. What, my Lord?

33243003Oth. Thar he hath ----vds death.

33253004Des. How, vnlawfully?

33263005Oth. I.

33273006Des. He will not say so.

33283007Oth. No, his mouth is stop'd,

33293008Honest Iago hath tane order for't.

33303009Des. My feare interprets then, --what is he dead?

33313010Oth. Had all his haires bin liues,

3011My great reuenge had stomacke for 'em all.

33333012Des. Alas he is betraid, and I vndone.

33343013Oth. O strumpet, ---weepest thou for him to my face?

33353014Des. O bannish me, my Lord, but kill me not.

33363015Oth. Downe strumpet.

33373016Des. Kill me to morrow, let me liue to night.

33383017Oth. Nay, an you striue.

33393018Des. But halfe an houre, but while I say one prayer.

33423019Oth. Tis too late. he stiflles her.

3342.13020Des. O Lord, Lord, Lord. Emillia calls within.

33443021Em. My Lord, my Lord, what ho, my Lord, my Lord.

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,

33883059Helpe, helpe, ho helpe, O Lady speake againe,

33893060Sweete Desdemona, O sweete Mistresse speake.

33903061Des. A guiltlesse death I die.

33913062Em. O who has done this deed?

33923063Des. No body, I my selfe, farewell:

33933064Commend me to my kinde Lord, O farewell. she dies.

33943065Oth. Why, how should she be murdered?

33953066Em. Alas, who knowes?

33963067Oth. You heard her say, her selfe, it was not I.

33973068Em. She sayd so, I must needes report a truth.

33983069Oth. She's like a lyer, gone to burning Hell,

33993070'Twas I that kild her.

34003071Em. O, the more Angell she,

34013072And you the blacker diuell.

34023073Oth. She turn'd to folly, and she was a whore.

34033074Em. Thou doest bely her, and thou art a diuell.

34043075Oth. She was false as water.

34053076Em. Thou as rash as fire,

34063077To say that she was false: O she was heauenly true.

34073078Oth. Cassio did top her, aske thy husband else,

34083079O I were damn'd beneath all depth in hell,

34093080But that I did proceed, vpon iust grounds,

34103081To this extremity, thy husband knew it all.

34113082Em. My husband?

34123083Oth. Thy husband.

34133084Em. That she was false to wedlocke?

34143085Oth. I, with Cassio: nay, had she bin true,

34153086If heauen would make me such another world,

34163087Of one intire and perfect Crisolite,

34173088I'de not haue sold her for it.

34183089Em. My husband?

34193090Oth. I, twas he that told me first,

34203091An honest man he is, and hates the slime,

34213092That sticks on filthy deedes.

34223093Em. My husband?

34233094Oth. What needes this iteration? woman, I say thy husband.

34313095Em. If he say so, may his pernitious soule

34323096Rot halfe a graine a day: he lies to'th heart,

34333097She was too fond of her most filthy bargaine.

34343098Oth. Ha?

34353099Em. Doe thy worst,

34363100This deed of thine is no more worthy heauen,

34373101Then thou wast worthy her.

34383102Oth. Peace, you were best.

34393103Em. Thou hast not halfe the power to doe me harme,

34403104As I haue to be hurt: O gull, O dolt,

34413105As ignorant as dirtt; thou hast done a deed ---

34423106I care not for thy sword, I'le make thee know,

34433107Tho I lost twenty liues : helpe, helpe, O helpe;

34443108The Moore has kild my Mistresse, murder, murder.

34463110Mon. What is the matter? how now Generall?

34473111Em. O, are you come Iago? you haue done well,

34483112That men must lay their murder on your neck.

34493113All. What is the matter?

34503114Em. Disproue this villaine, if thou bee'st a man;

34513115He sayes thou toldst him that his wife was false,

34523116I know thou didst not, thou art not such a villaine:

34533117Speake, for my heart is full.

34543118Iag. I told him what I thought, and told no more,

34563119Then what he found himselfe was apt and true.

34573120Em. But did you euer tell him she was false.

34593121Iag. I did.

34603122Em. You told a lie, an odious damned lie;

34613123Vpon my soule, a lie, a wicked lie:

34623124She false with Cassio; did you say with Cassio?

34643125Iag. With Cassio mistresse; go to, charme your tongue.

34663126Em. I will not charme my tongue, I am bound to speake.

34793127Iag. What are you mad, I charge you get you home.

34813128Em. Good Gentlemen let me haue leaue to speake,

34823129Tis proper I obey him, but not now:

34833130Perchance Iago, I will ne're goe home.

34843131Oth. Oh, oh, oh. Oth. fals on the bed.

34853132Em. Nay, lay thee downe, and rore,

34863133For thou hast kild the sweetest innocent,

34873134That ere did lift vp eye.

34883135Oth. O she was foule:

34893136I scarce did know you Vncle, there lies your Niece,

34903137Whose breath indeed, these hands haue newly stopt,

34913138I know this act shewes terrible and grim.

34923139Gra. Poore Desdemona, I am glad thy father's dead,

34943140Thy match was mortall to him, and pure griefe,

34953141Shore his old thread atwane: did he liue now,

34963142This sight would make him doe a desperate turne,

34973143Yea curse his better Angell from his side,

34983144And fall to reprobation.

34993145Oth. Tis pittifull, but yet Iago knowes,

35003146That she with Cassio, hath the act of shame

35013147A thousand times committed; Cassio confest it,

35023148And she did gratifie his amorous workes,

35033149With the recognisance and pledge of loue,

35043150Which I first gaue her; I saw it in his hand,

35053151It was a handkercher; an Antique token

35063152My father gaue my mother.

35073153Em. O God, O heauenly God.

35083154Iag. Zouns, hold your peace.

35093155Em. 'Twill out, 'twill: I hold my peace sir, no,

35103156I'le be in speaking, liberall as the ayre,

35113157Let heauen, and men, and diuells, let em all,

35123158All, all cry shame against me, yet I'le speake.

35133159Iag. Be wise, and get you home.

35143160Em. I will not.

35153161Gra. Fie, your sword vpon a woman?

35163162Em. O thou dull Moore, that handkercher thou speakst on,

35183163I found by fortune, and did giue my husband:

35193164For often with a solemne earnestnesse,

35203165More then indeed belong'd to such a trifle,

35213166He beg'd of me to steale it.

35223167Iag. Villainous whore.

35233168Em. She gaue it Cassio? no alas I found it,

35243169And I did giu't my husband.

35253170Iag. Filth thou liest.

35263171Em. By heauen I doe not, I doe not Gentlemen,

35273172O murderous Coxcombe! what should such a foole

35283173Doe with so good a woman?

35293175Oth. Are there no stones in heauen,

35303176But what serues for the thunder? pretious villaine.

35323177Gra. The woman falls, sure he has kild his wife.

35343178Em. I, I, O lay me by my mistresse side. Exit Iago.

35353179Gra. Hee's gone, but his wife's kild.

35363180Mon. Tis a notorious villaine, take your weapon,

35373181Which I haue here recouered from the Moore:

35383182Come, guard the dore without, let him not passe,

35393183But kill him rather, I'le after that same villaine,

35403184For tis a damned slaue. Exit Mont. and Gratiano.

35413185Oth. I am not valiant neither,

35423186But euery puny whipster gets my sword,

35433187But why should honour out liue honesty?

35443188Let it goe all.

35483189Em. Moore, she was chast, she lou'd thee cruell Moore,

35493190So come my soule to blisse, as I speake true;

35503191So speaking as I thinke, I die, I die. she dies.

35513192Oth. I haue another weapon in this chamber,

35523193It is a sword of Spaine, the Isebrookes temper;

35533194O here it is; Vncle I must come forth. Gra. within.

35543195Gra. If thou attempt it, it will cost thee deere,

35553196Thou hast no weapon, and perforce must suffer.

35563197Oth. Looke in vpon me then, and speake to me,

35573198Or naked as I am, I will assault thee.

35583199Gra. What is the matter?

35593200Oth. Behold, I haue a weapon,

35603201A better neuer did it selfe sustaine

35613202Vpon a Souldiers thigh: I haue seene the day,

35623203That with this little arme, and this good sword,

35633204I haue made my way through more impediments,

35643205Then twenty times you stop: but O vaine boast,

35653206Who can controule his Fate? tis not so now,

35733207Pale as thy smocke, when we shall meete at count,

35743208This looke of thine, will hurle my soule from heauen,

35753209And fiends will snatch at it: cold, cold, my girle,

35763210Euen like thy chastity; O cursed slaue:

35773211Whippe me you Diuells,

35783212From the possession of this heauenly sight,

35793213Blow me about in winds, roast me in sulphure,

35803214Wash me in steepe downe gulphes of liquid fire:

35813215O Desdemona, Desdemoua, dead, O, o, o.

35843218Lod. Where is this rash and most infortunate man.

35853219Oth. That's he that was Othello, here I am.

35863220Lod. Where is this Viper, bring the villaine forth.

35883221Oth. I looke downe towards his feet, but that's a fable

35893222If thou beest a diuell, I cannot kill thee.

35903223Lod. Wring his sword from him.

35913224Iag. I bleed sir, but not kil'd.

35923225Oth. I am not sorry neither, I'de haue thee liue,

35933226For in my sense tis happinesse to die.

35943227Lod. O thou Othello, that wert once so good,

35953228Falne in the practise of a damned slaue,

35963229What should be said to thee?

35973230Oth. Why any thing,

35983231An honourable murderer if you will:

35993232For nought did I in hate, but all in honour.

36003233Lod. This wretch hath part confest his villainy:

36013234Did you and he consent in Cassio's death?

36023235Oth. I.

36033236Cas. Deare Generall, I did neuer giue you cause.

36043237Oth. I doe beleeue it, and I aske you pardon,

36053238Will you pray, demand that demy diuell,

36063239Why he hath thus insnar'd my soule and body?

36073240Iag. Demand me nothing, what you know you know,

36083241From this time forth I neuer will speake word.

36093242Lod. What not to pray?

36103243Grat. Torments will op'e your lips.

36113244Oth. Well, thou doest best.

36123245Lod. Sir, you shall vnderstand what hath befalne,

3246Which, as I thinke you know not: here is a letter,

36153247Found in the pocket of the slaine Roderigo;

36163248And here another; the one of them imports

36173249The death of Cassio; to be vndertooke ---by Roderigo.

36193250Oth. O villaine.

36203251Cas. Most heathenish, and most grosse.

36213252Lod. Now heres another discontented paper,

36223253Found in his pocket too, and this it seemes,

36233254Roderigo meant to haue sent this damned villaine,

36243255But that belike, Iago, in the nicke

36253256Came in, and satisfied him.

36263257Oth. O the pernitious catieffe!

36273258How came you Cassio by a handkercher,

36283259That was my wifes?

36293260Cas. I found it in my chamber,

36303261And he himselfe confest it euen now,

36313262That there he dropt it, for a speciall purpose;

36323263Which wrought to his desire.

36333264Oth. O foole, foole, foole.

36343265Cas. There is besides in Roderigoes letter

36353266How he vpbraides Iago, that he made him,

36363267Braue me vpon the watch, whereon it came,

36373268That I was cast; and euen but now he spake,

36383269After long seeming dead, Iago hurt him,

36393270Iago set him on.

36403271Lod. You must forsake this roome, and goe with vs,

36413272Your power and your command is taken off,

36423273And Cassio rules in Cypres: for this slaue,

36433274If there be any cunning cruelty,

36443275That can torment him much, and hold him long,

36453276It shall be his: you shall close prisoner rest,

36463277Till that the nature of your fault be knowne

36473278To the Venetian State; come, bring him away.

36483279Oth. Soft you, a word or two,

36493280I haue done the State some seruice, and they know't;

36503281No more of that: I pray you in your letters,

36513282When you shall these vnlucky deedes relate,

36523283Speake of them as they are; nothing extenuate,

36533284Nor set downe ought in malice, then must you speake,

36553285Of one that lou'd not wisely, but too well:

36563286Of one not easily iealous, but being wrought,

36573287Perplext in the extreame; of one whose hand,

36583288Like the base Indian, threw a pearle away,

36593289Richer then all his Tribe: of one whose subdued eyes,

36603290Albeit vnused to the melting moode,

36613291Drops teares as fast as the Arabian trees,

36623292Their medicinall gum; set you downe this,

36633293And say besides, that in Aleppo once,

36643294Where a Malignant and a Turb and Turke,

36653295Beate a Venetian, and traduc'd the State;

36663296I tooke bi'th throate the circumcised dog,

36673297And smote him thus. He stabs himselfe.

36683298Lod. O bloody period.

36693299Gra. All that's spoke is mard.

36703300Oth. I kist thee ere I kild thee, no way but this,

36713301Killing my selfe, to die vpon a kisse. He dies.

36723302Cas. This did I feare, but thought he had no weapon,

36733303For he was great of heart.

36743304Lod. O Spartane dog,

36753305More fell then anguish, hunger, or the Sea,

36763306Looke on the tragicke lodging of this bed:

36773307This is thy worke, the obiect poisons sight,

36793308Let it be hid: Gratiano, keepe the house,

36803309And ceaze vpon the fortunes of the Moore:

36813310For they succeed to you, to you Lord Gouernour,

36823311Remaines the censure of this hellish villaine,

36833312The time, the place, the torture: O inforce it,

36843313My selfe will straite aboord, and to the State,

36853314This heauy act with heauy heart relate.

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