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Do you perceive the gastness of her eye?
Iago. Callio hath there been set on in the dark
Æmil, Alas, good gentleman ! alas, good Caffio !
Iago. This is the fruit of whoring Pray, Æmilia, Go know of Callio where he supp'd to night. What, do you shake at that?
Bian. He sapp'd at my house, but I therefore shake:
lago Oh, did he fo? I charge you go with me. Æinil. Oh fie upon thee, strumpet !
Bian. I am no strumpet, but of life as honeft As you that thus abuse me.
Æmil. As I ? fie upon thee !
lago. Kind gentlemen, let's fee poor Caffio dresod.. Come, mistress, you must tell's another tale. Æmilia, run, you to the citadel, And tell my Lord and Lady what hath happ'd : Will you go on afore? This is the night, That either makes me, or fordo me quite.
[Exeunt, Iago following.
S CE N E VI. Abed-chamber : Desdemona is discovered asleep in her bedo
Enter Othello, with a light and a sword. Oth. " It is the cause, it is the cause, my soul ;“ Let me not name it to you, you chalte stars ! • It is the cause.--Yet l'll not shed her blood, er Nor (car that whiter skin of her’s than snow, " And Imooth as monumental alabaster.
[Lays down the sword, ** Yet she must die; else she'll betray more men.
• Put out the light, and thenPut out the light ? " If I quench thee, thou flaming minifter, “ I can again thy former light restore, “ Should I repeat: but once put out thy light, “ Thou cunning'lt pattern of excelling nature, * I know not where is that Promethean heat " That can thy light relumine.-[Sets down the taper. " When I have pluck'd thy rose, “ I cannot give it vital growth again ; “ Jt needs must wither. I'll smell thee on the tree;
[Kiling her. " Oh balmy breath, that dost almost persuade “ Justice to break her lword !-One more; one more; “ Be thus when thou art dead, and I will kill thee, " And love thee after one more, that's the last; So sweet was ne'er fo fatal ! I mult weep, But they are cruel tears : this forrow's heav'nly; It strikes, where it doth love. -She wakes
Def. Who's there? Othello?
Oth. If you bethink yourself of any crime
Def. Alack, my Lord,
Oth. Weil, do it, and be brief ; I will walk by.
Def. Talk you of killing?
Def. And yet I fear you : for you're fatal then, When your eyes rowl so. Why i Thould fear, I know Since guilt I know not : yet I feel I fear,
Oth. Think on thy lins.
Oth. Ay, and for that thou dy'st.
Oth. Peace, and be still,
Oth. That handkerchief
Def. No, by my life and soul: send for the man, And ask him.
Oth. Sweet foul, take head, take head of perjury i Thou art on thy death-bed.
Déf. Ay, but not yet to die.
Def, oh, heav'n have mercy on mne I
Def, And have you mercy too! -I never did
in my life ; never lov'd Caffio, But with such general warranty of heav'n, As I might love. I never gave him token,
Oth. By Heav'n, I saw my handkerchief in's hand.
Des. He found it then;
Cth. He hath confess'd.
Oih. No: his mouth is stopp'd;
Jago hath ta'en order for'e.
Def. My fear interprets then-What, is he dead?
Oth Had all his hairs been lives, my great revenge
Def. Alas, he is betray'd and I undone.
strive Defi But half an hour;
but while I say one prayer. Oih. It is too late.
[He smothers her. SCENE VII. Æmilia at the door, Æmil. My Lord, my Lord ! what, hoa ! my Lord,
my Lord !
Oth. What noise is this? not dead? not yet quite I that am cruel, am yet merciful ;
[dead? I would not have thee linger in thy pain.
Æmil. [within.] What, hoa ! my Lord, my Lord!
Oth. “ Yes, 'tis Æmilia-by and by-she's dead.
Æmil. I beseech you,
Cth. I had forgot thee; oh, come in, Æmilia.
Soft, by and by ; let me the curtains draw.
[Unlocks the door.
Oth. It is the very error of the moon ;
Æmil. Callio, my Lord, hath kill'd
Oth, Rodorigo kill'd ? and Callio kill'd ?
Oth. Not Cassio kill'd ? then Murther's out of tune, And sweet Revenge grows harsh.
Def. ch, falsely, falsely murther'd !--
Æmil, Out, and alas ! that was my Lady's voice. Help! help, hoa! help! oh Lady, speak again ; Sweet Desdemona! oh sweet mistress, speak.
Def, A guiltless death T die.
Def. No body, I myself, farewel;
Oth. Why, how should she be murther'd ?
Oih, She's like a lyar gone to burning hell; 'Twas I that kill'a her. Æmil. Oh, the more angel fhe, and you the blacker
Æmil. Thou art ralh as fire, to say
Oth, Caflio did tup her; ask thy husband else.