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Juftice herfelf to break her fword!-Once more.-
Be thus when thou art dead, and I will kill thee,
And love thee after:Once more, and this the
laft:

So fweet was ne'er fo fatal. I must weep,
But they are cruel tears: This forrow's heavenly;
It ftrikes, where it doth love.-She wakes-
DJ Who's there? Othello?

Oth. Ay, Desdemona.

Def. Will you come to bed, my lord ?
Otb. Have you pray'd to-night, Deidemona ?

Def. Ay, my lord.

Oth. If you bethink yourself of any crime, Unreconci'd as yet to heaven and grace, Solicit for it ftraight.

[that?

Def. Alas, my lord, what may you mean by
Oth. Well, do it, and he brief; I will walk by:
I would not kill thy unprepared fpirit;
No,-Heaven forefead! I would not kill thy foul.
Df. Talk you of killing?

Oth. Ay, I do.

Def. Then, heaven

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Have mercy on me!

Oth. Amen, with all my heart!

Def. If you fay fo, I hope you will not kill me.
Oth. Hum!

Def. And yet I fear you; for you are fatal then, When your eyes roll fo: Why I should fear, I know not,

Since guiltinefs I know not; but yet, I feel, I fear.

Oth. Think on thy fins.

Def. They are loves I bear to you.

Oth. Ay, and for that thou dy't.

Def. That death's unnatural, that kills for loving.
Alas, why gnaw you fo your nether lip?
Some bloody passion shakes your very frame :
These are portents; but yet, I hope, I hope,
They do not point on me.

Oth. Peace, and be ftill!

Def. I will fo: What's the matter?

Oth. That handkerchief, which I fo lov'd, and gave thee,

Thou gav'ft to Caffio.

Def. No, by my life and foul;

Send for the man, and ask him.

Oth. Sweet foul, take heed,

Def. Ay, but not yet to die.

Oth. Yes, prefently:

Therefore confefs thee freely of thy fin;
For to deny each article with oath,

Cannot remove, nor choak, the strong conception
That I do groan withal. Thou art to die.

Def. O, heaven, have mercy on me!
Otb. fay, Amen.

Oh By heaven, 1 faw my handkerchief in his

hand.

Def. And have you mercy too I never did
Offend you in my life; never lov'd Caifio,
But with fuch general warranty of heaven
As I might love: I never gave him token.

O perjur'd woman! thou dost ftone my heart,
And mak'ft me call, what Lintend to do,-
A murder, which I thought a facritice
I faw the handkerchief.

Def. He found it then;

I never gave it him :-Send for him hither,
And let him confefs a truth.

Oth. He hath confefs'd.

Def. What, my lord?

Orb. That he hath-us'd thee.
Def. How? unlawfully ?
Gth. Ay.

Def. He will not fay fo.

Oth. No, his mouth is stopp'd;
Honeft Iago hath ta'en order for 't 2.

Def. O, my fear interprets then,—What, is he
dead?
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Oth. Had all his hairs been lives, my great
Had ftomach for them all.

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Take heed of perjury; thou art on thy death-bed. The noife was high.-Ha¦ no more moving ?,

Still as the grave.--Shall the come in? Were't good?
I think, the ftirs again :-No.-What's the best?
If the come in, fhe'll fure fpeak to my wife :-.
My wife! my wife! what wife? I have no wife:
infupportable! O heavy hour!
Methinks, it fhould be now a huge eclipfe

Of fun and moon; and that the affrighted globe
Should yawn at alteration.

Emil. I do beseech you I may speak with you.
O, good my lord!

Oth. I had forgot thee: O, come in, Æmilia Soft, by and by:-Let me the curtains draw.

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Emil. Thou art raih as fire, to fay
That the was falfe; 0, the was heavenly true!
Oth. Caflio did tup her; ask thy husband
O, 1 were damn'd beneath all depth in hell,
But that I did proceed upon juft grounds
To this extremity: Thy husband knew it all.
mil. My husband ?

O:b. Thy husband.

Emil. That the was falfe to wedlock?

Emil. My husband ?

Oth. Ay, 'twas he that told me first;

An honeft man he is, and hates the flime
That flicks on filthy deeds.

Emil. My husband?

Oth. What needs this iteration, woman?
I fay, thy husband.

Emil. Do thy worst:

This deed of thine is no more worthy heaven, :-Than thou waft worthy her.

Oth. Peace, you were best.

Emil. Thou haft not half that power to do me harm,

Oth. Ay, with Caffio. Nay, had the been true,
If heaven would make me fuch another world
Of one entire and perfect chryfolite,
I'd not have fold her for it.

Amil. O miftrefs, villainy hath made mocks with love 3!

My husband fay, that she was false?
Oth. He, woman ;

1 fay, thy husband; Do'st understand the word?
My friend, thy husband, honest, honest lago.
Emil. If he fay fo, may his pernicious foul
Rot balf a grain a day! he lies to the heart;
She was too fond of her moft filthy bargain.
Oth. Ha!

As I have to be hurt 4. O gull! O dolt!
As ignorant as dirt! thou haft done a deed,-
I care not for thy fword; I'll make thee known,
Though I loft twenty lives:--Help! help, ho! help!
The Moor hath kill'd my miitrefs; Murder!
murder!

Enter Montano, Gratian, Iago, and others.
Mon. What is the matter?-How now, general?
Amil. O, are you come, Iago? you have done
well,

That men muft lay their murders on your neck.
Gra. What is the matter?

Emil. Difprove this, villain, if thou be'st a man:
He fays, thou told'ft him that his wife was falfe;
I know, thou did'st not, thou'rt not fuch a villain;
Speak, for my heart is full.

Jago. I told him what I thought: and told no more elfe:Than what he found himself was apt and true. Emil. But did you ever tell him, he was falfe? Jago. I did.

Amil. You told a lie: an odious, damned lie; Upon my foul, a lie; a wicked lie:-She falfe with Caffio!-Did you fay, with Caffio ? lago. With Caffio, miftrefs; Go to, charm your tongue 5.

Emil. I will not charm my tongue; I am bound to speak ;

My miftrefs here lies murder'd in her bed.

* Mr. Steevens is of opinion," that fome theatrical direction has been omitted; and that when Othello fays, Not dead ? not yet quite dead ? I, that am cruel, am yet merciful; I would not have thee linger in thy pain: So, fo-he then ftabs her, repeating the two lait words, as he repeats the blow. After a repetition of wounds, Defdemona might fpeak again, with propriety, and yet very foon expire. The first resolution of Othello was to porton her; but from this measure he is diffuaded by the policy of Iago. He is next determined to use the poniard; but, his tenderness awaking, he sannot bear to deform those beauties which he had so often auproached with other fenfations and for different purposes. Therefore, fays he,-I'll not shed her bio d, nor fear that whiter skin of hers than fnow, and fmooth as monumental alabatter: And this refolution we are to imagine he would have kept, but that he was averfe to employing thofe means again, which had already appeared to be uncertain in their effect." 2 As water that will fupport no weight, nor keep any impreffion. 3 Villainy has taken advantage to play upon the weakness of a violent paflion. 4 She means to say, Ihave in this caufe power to endure more than thou haft power to inflict. si. e. Apply fome power, Brong as a charm would be, to your tongue; for nothing lefs can stop its volubility.

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Emil Good gentlemen,let me have leave to speak; 'Tis proper 1 obey him, but not now :Perchance, lago, I will ne'er go home.

Oth. O! O! O!

Which I have here recover'd from the Moor: Come, guard the door without; let him not país, But kill him rather: I'll after that fame villain, [Othello looking on his wife. For 'tis a damned slave. [Exeunt Mon. and Gra. Emil. Nay, lay thee down, and roar ; Oth. I am not valiant neither, For thou haft kill'd the fweetest innocent, That e'er did lift up eye.

Qtb. O, he was foul !-

[Rifing.
I fcarce did know you, uncle: There lies your niece,
Whofe breath, indeed, thefe hands have newly
ftopp'd:
I know, this act fhews horrible and grim.

Gra. Poor Desdemona ! I am glad thy father's
dead;
Thy match was mortal to him, and pure grief
Shore his old thread in twain: did he live now,
This fight would make him do a defperate turn;
Yea, curfe his better angel from his fide,
And fall to reprobation.

Orb. 'Tis pitiful: but yet Iago knows,
That the with Callio hath the act of fhame

Omurd'rous coxcomb! what should fuch a foofDo with so good a wife?

[lago ftabs bis wife, then runs out,
Oth. Are there no ones in heaven,
But what ferve for the thunder?-Precious villain!
Gra. The woman falls; fure he has kill'd his
wife.

Emil. Ay, ay; O, lay me by my mistress' fide!
Gra. He's gone; but his wife 's kill'd.
Mon. 'Tis a notorious villain. Take you this
weapon,

No, I will fpeak as liberal as the north;
Let heaven, and men, and devils, let them all,
All, all, cry fhame against me, yet I'll speak.

But every puny whipiter gets my fword :—
But why fhould honour out-live honefty?
Let it go all.

Emil. What did thy fong bode, lady?
Hark, can'ft thou hear me? I will play the fwa,
And die in mufic. Willow, willow, willow.
Moor, fhe was chafte; the lov'd thee, cruel Moor:
So come my foul to blifs, as I speak true;
So fpeaking as I think, I die,-I die.

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Oth. I have another weapon in this chamber,
It is a fword of Spain, the ice-brook's temper2;-
O, here it is :-Uncle, I must come forth

Gra. [within] If thou attempt it, it will coft
thee dear;

Re-enter Gratiano.
Gra. What is the matter?

A thousand times committed; Caffio confefs'd it; Or, naked as I am, I will affault thee.
And he did gratify his amorous works
With that recognizance and pledge of love
Which I once gave her; Iiaw it in his hand;
It was an handkerchief, an antique token
My father gave my mother.

Otb. Behold! I have a weapon:

A better never did itself sustain

Amil. O heaven! O heavenly powers!
Jago. Come, hold your peace.

Upon a foldier's thigh: I have seen the day,
That, with this little arm, and this good fword,
I have made my way through more impediments

Emil Twill out, 'twill out :-I hold my peace, Than twenty times your ftop:-But, O vain boat!!

fir? no,

Who can controul his fate ? 'tis not fo now.-
Be not afraid, though you do fee me weapon'd
Here is my journey's end, here is my butt,
The very fea-mark of my utmost fail. -
Do you go back dismay'd? 'tis a loft fear;

lago. Be wife, and get you home.

Amil. I will not. [lago offers to ftab his wife. Man but a rush against Othello's breast,
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Thou haft no weapon, and perforce must suffer.
Oth. Look in upon me then, and fpeak with me,

And he retires;-Where fhould Othello go? Now, how doft thou look now? O ill-ftarr'ð wench 3 ?

Your fword upon a woman?

Emil. O thou dull Moor! that handkerchief,
thou fpeak ft of,

I found by fortune, and did give my husband;
For often, with a folemn earnestness,
(More than, indeed, belong'd to fuch a trifle)
He begg'd of me to fteal it.

Pale as thy fmock! when we shall meet at compt,
This look of thine will hurl my foul from heaven,
And fiends will fnatch at it. Cold, cold, my gini?
Even like thy chastity.-

O curfed, curfed flave !-Whip me, ye devils,
From the poffeffion of this heavenly fight!

Iago. Villainous whore !

Amit. She give it Caffio! no, alas; I found it, Blow me about in-winds! roast me in fulphur! And I did give it my hufband. Wafh me in fteep-down gulfs of liquid fire!-O Defdemona! Defdemona! dead r

Lago. Filth, thou lieft.

Emil. By heaven, I do not; I do not, gentlemen: Dead? O! O! O!

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1 Liberal is free, under no controul. Steel is hardened by being put red hot into very cold 3 Wench originally fignified only a young woman.

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Enter Lodovico, Cafio brought in; Montano, with
Iago, prifoner; and Officers.

Lod. Where is this rash and most unfortunate
man?

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For, in my fenfe, 'tis happiness to die.

Lod. O thou Othello, that waft once so good,
Fall'n in the practice 2 of a curfed flave,
What shall be said to thee?

Oth. That's he that was Othello; here I am.
Lod. Where is that viper? bring the villain

forth.

Oth. I look down towards his feet;-but that's
a fable.

If that thou be'it a devil, I cannot kill thee.
[Othello wounds lago.
Lod. Wrench his fword from him.
Iago. I bleed, fir; but not kill'd.

Oth. I am not forry neither; I'd have thee live; 'Till that the nature of your fault be known

To the Venetian ftate-Come, bring him away.

Oth. Soft you; a word or two, before you go.
I have done the ftate fome fervice, and they
know it;

No more of that :-I pray you, in your letters,
When you shall thefe unlucky deeds relate,
Speak of me as I am; nothing extenuate,
his Nor fet down aught in malice: then muft you fpeak
Of one, that lov'd not wifely, but too well;
Of one, not eafily jealous, but, being wrought,
Perplex'd in the extreme; of one, whofe hand,
Like the bafe Judean 3, threw a pearl away
Richer than all his tribe; of one, whofe fubdu'd

Oth. Why, any thing:

An honourable murderer, if you will;
For nought I did in hate, but all in honour.
Lod. This wretch hath part confefs'd
villainy :
Did you and he confent in Caffio's death?
Oth. Ay.

Caf. Dear general, I never gave you cause.
Oth. I do believe it, and I alk your pardon.
Will you, I pray, demand that demi-devil,
Why he hath thus enfnar'd my foul and body?
lago. Demand me nothing: What you know,
you know:

From this time forth I never will speak word.
Lod. What? not to pray?

Gra. Torments will ope your lips.
Oth. Well, thou doft beft.

Lod. Sir, you shall understand what hath befall'n, Which, as I think, you know not: Here is a letter,

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Oth. O fool! fool! fool!

Caf. There is, befides, in Roderigo's letter,-
How he upbraids Iago, that he made him
Brave me upon the watch; whereon it came
That I was caft: And even but now he fpake,
After long feeming dead,-Iago hurt him,
lago fet him on.

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Lod. You must forfake this room, and go with
Your power and your command is taken off,
And Caffio rules in Cyprus. For this flave,-
If there be any cunning cruelty,

That can torment him much, and hold him long,
It fhall be his: You fhall clofe prifoner rett,

eyes,

Albeit unufed to the melting mood,
Drop tears as faft as the Arabian trees
Their med cinable gum: Set you down this:
And fay, befides,-that in Aleppo once,
Where a malignant and a turban'd Turk
Beat a Venetian, and traduc'd the state,
I took by the throat the circumcifed dog,
[Stabs himself.
And fmote him-thus.

Lod. O bloody period!

-No way

Gra. All, that is fpoke, is marr'd.
Oth. I kifs'd thee, 'ere I kill'd thee ;-)
but this, [Falling upon Difdemona.
Killing myself, to die upon a kifs.
Caf. This did I fear, but thought he had no
weapon;

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For he was great of heart.

Lod. O Spartan dog 4,

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More fell than anguish, hunger, or the sea 1
Look on the tragic loading of this bed; [To Iago.
This is thy work: the object poifons fight ;-
Let it be hid.-Gratiano, keep the house,
And feize upon the fortunes of the Moor,
For they fucceed on you.-To you, lord governor,
Remains the cenfures of this hellish villain;
The time, the place, the torture,-O inforce it!
Myielf will ftraight aboard; and, to the state,
This heavy act with heavy heart relate. [Exeunt.

2 i. e, in the fare, by the To fee if, according to the common opinion, his feet be cloven. Stratagem. 3 By the Judian (which is the reading of the elder quarto, and adopted by Theobald and Warburton), the latter fays, is meant Herod, whofe ufage to Mariamne is fo appofite to the fpeaker's cafe, that a more proper inftance could not be thought of. Besides, he was the subject of a tragedy at that time, as appears from the words in Hamlet, where an ill player is described," out-herod Herod." The metaphorical term of a pearl for a fine woman, is fo common as fearce to need examples. 4 The dogs of Spartan race, fays Hanmer, were reckoned among those of the most fierce and favage kind. > i. e. the fentence.

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