Gra. Here's one comes in his shirt, with light and weapons. Iago. Who's there? whose noise is this, that cries on murder ? Lod. We do not know. lago. Did you not hear a cry? Cas. Here, here; for heaven's sake, help me. Iago. What's the matter? Gra. This is Othello's ancient, as I take it. Lod. The same, indeed; a very valiant fellow. Iago. What are you here, that cry so grievously? Cas. Iago? O, I am spoil'd, undone by villains! Give me some help. Iago. O me, lieutenant! what villains have done this? Cas. I think, that one of them is hereabout, And cannot make away. Ingo. O treacherous villains!What are you there? come in, and give some help. [To Lodovico and Gratiano. Gra. I am sorry, to find you thus: I have been to seek you? Iago. Lend me a garter: So.-O, for a chair, To bear him easily hence! [Cassio! Bian. Alas, he faints:-O Cassio! Cassio: Iago. Gentlemen all, I do suspect this trash To be a party in this injury. Patience awhile, good Cassio.-Come, come; Iago. Even he, sir; did you know him ? Gra. These bloody accidents must excuse my manners, lago. He, he, 'tis he :-0, that's well said; the chair:{A chair brought in. Some good man bear him carefully from hence; I'll fetch the general's surgeon.-For you, mistress, [To Bianca. Save you your labour. He that lies slain here, Cassio, [you? Was my dear friend: What malice was between Cas. None in the world; nor do I know the man. Iago. [To Bian.] What, look you pale ?-O bear him out o'the air.[Cassio and Rod. are borne aff. Stay you, good gentlemen.-Look you pale, misDo you perceive the gastness of her eye ?— Nay, if you stare, we shall hear more anon:Behold her well; I pray you, look upon her;" Do you see, gentlemen? nay, guiltiness will speak, Though tongues were out of use. tress ? Euter Emilia. Emil. Las, what's the matter; what's the mat. ter, husband? Iago. Cassio hath here been set on in the dark, By Roderigo, and fellows that are scap'd; He's almost slain, and Roderigo dead. Emil. Alas, good gentlemen! alas, good Cassio! Iago. This is the fruit of whoring.-Pr'ythee, Emilia, Go know of Cassio where he supp'd to-nightWhat, do you shake at that? Bian. He supp'd at my house; but I therefore shake not. Iago. O, did he so? I charge you, go with me. Emil. Come, mistress, you must tell us another tale... Enter Othello. I Oth. It is the cause, it is the cause, my soul,-, Let me not name it to you, you chaste stars! It is the cause.-Yet I'll not shed her blood; Nor scar that whiter skin of hers than snow, And smooth as monumental alabaster. [Takes off his sword, Yet she must die, else she'll betray more men. Put out the light, and then put out the light If I quench thee, thou flaming minister, I can again thy former light restore, O balmy breath, that dost almost persuade Ay, Desdemona. Des. Will you come to bed, my lord? Des. Oth. If you bethink yourself of any crime Unreconcil'd as yet to heaven and grace, Solicit for it straight. Des. Alas, my lord, what may you mean by that? Oth. Well, do it, and be brief; I will walk by: I would not kill thy unprepared spirit; No, Heaven forefend.-I would not kill thy soul. Des. Talk you of killing? Ay, I do. Oth. Des. Have mercy on me! Oth. Then, heaven Amen, with all my heart! Des. If you say so, I hope you will not kill me. Oth. Humph! Des. And yet I fear you; for you are fatal then, When your eyes roll so: Why I should fear, I know not, Since guiltiness I know not; but yet, I feel, I fear. Yes, presently: Therefore confess thee freely of thy sin: Cannot remove, nor choke, the strong conception, Des. He found it then; I never gave it him :-Send for him hither, And let him confess a truth. Oth. Des. What, my lord? He hath confess'd. How? unlawfully? Oth. That he hath-us'd thee. Des. Oth. As. Des. He'll not say 30. Oth. Des. My fear interprets then,-What, is be dead? Oth. Had all his hairs been lives, my great revenge Had stomach for them all. Des. Alas! he is betray'd, and I undone. Des. O, banish me, my lord, but kill me not. Des. Kill me to-morrow, let me live to-night. Emil. [Within.] O, good my lord, I would speak a word with you. [dead. Oth. Yes;-'tis Emilia by and by She's 'Tis like she comes to speak of Cassio's death; The noise was high.-Ha! no more moving? Still as the grave. Shall she come in? Were't good? I think, she stirs again :- No.- What's the best? If she come in, she'll sure speak to my wife: My wife! my wife! what wife ?-I have no wife : O insupportable! O heavy hour! Methinks it should be now a huge eclipse Emil. [Within.] I do beseech you I may speak O, good my lord! [with you, Oth. I had forgot thee: 0, come in, Emilia :Soft,-by and by :-Let me the curtains draw. Where art thou? What's the matter with thee now? [Unlocks the door. Enter Emilia. Emil. O, good my lord, yonder's foul murder But now, my lord! Emil. Cassio, my lord, has kill'd a young VeCall'd-Roderigo. Oth. And Cassio kill'd? Emil. [netian, Roderigo kill'a! No, Cassio is not kill'd. Oth. Not Cassio kill'd? Then murder's out of And sweet revenge grows harsh. Des. 0, falsely, falsely murder'd! Emil. Oth. That! what? [tune, Alas; what cry is that? No, his mouth is stopp'd; That she was false; O, she was heavenly true! Oth. Cassio did tup her: ask thy husband else. Honest Iago hath ta'en order for't. Oth. What needs this iterance, woman? I say, thy husband. [love! Emil. O mistress, villainy hath made mocks with My husband say, that she was false? Oth. He, woman; I say, thy husband: Dost understand the word? My friend, thy husband, honest, honest Iago. Emil. If he say so, may his pernicious soul Rot half a grain a day! he lies to the heart; She was too fond of her most filthy bargain. Oth. Ha! Do thy worst ; Emil. Oth As I have to be hurt. O gull! O dolt! Enter Montano, Gratiano, and Iago. That men must lay their murders on your neck. Gra. What is the matter? Emil. Disprove this villain, if thou be'st a man: He says, thou told'st him that his wife was false: I know, thou didst not, thou'rt not such a villain: Speak, for my heart is full. Jago, I told him what I thought; and told no more Than what he found himself was apt and true. Emil. But did you ever tell him she was false? Lago. I did. Emil. You told a lie; an odious damned lie; Upon my soul, a lie; a wicked lie: She false with Cassio! Did you say with Cassio? Emil. And your reports have set the murder on. Villainy, villainy, villainy! I think upon't, I think, I smell't;-O villainy!- you home. Jago. What, are you mad? I charge you, get [speak; Emil. Good gentlemen, let me have leave to 'Tis proper I obey him, but not now: Perchance, lago, I will ne'er go home. Oth. O! O! O! Emil. [Hanging over his wife. Nay, lay thee down, and roar ; For thou hast kill'd the sweetest innocent, I scarce did know you, uncle: There 'ies your niece, Whose breath, indeed, these hands have newly stopp'd: I know this act shows horrible and grim. Thy match was mortal to him, and pure grief Oth. 'Tis pitiful; but yet Iago knows, Gra. Emil. O thou dull Moor! that handkerchief thou speak'st of, I found by fortune, and did give my husband; Iago. [Iago stabs Emilia, then runs out. Oth. Are there no stones in heaven, But what serve for the thunder ?-Precious villain! Gra. The woman falls; sure he has kill'd his wife, Emil. Ay, ay: 0, lay me by my mistress' side! Gra. He's gone, but his wife's kill'd. Mon. 'Tis a notorious villain. Take you this weapon, Which I have here recovered from the Moor: Come, guard the door without; let him not pass, But kill him rather; I'll after that same villain, For 'tis a damned slave. Oth. [Exeunt Montane and Gratiano. I am not valiant neither, But ever puny whipster gets my sword:But why should honour outlive honesty? Let it go all. Emil. What did thy song bode, lady? Hark, can'st thou hear me? I will play the swan, And die in musick ;-Willow, willow, willow. Moor, she was chaste; she lov'd thee, cruel Moor; So come my soul to bliss, as I speak true; So speaking as I think, I die,-I die. [Dies. Oth. I have another weapon in this chamber, It is a sword of Spain, the ice-brook's temper ;O, here it is:-Uncle, I must come forth. Gra. [Within.] If thou attempt it, it will cost thee dear; Thou hast no weapon, and perforce must suffer. Gra. What is the matter? Oth. That e'er did lift up eye. Oth. O, she was foul! [Rising. Behold! I have a weapon; A better never did itself sustain Upon a soldier's thigh: I have seen the day, O cursed, cursed slave! Whip me, ye devils, Lod. Now here's another discontented paper, Oth. O the pernicious caitiff! How came you, Cassio, by that handkerchief Cas. Oth, Lod. You must forsake this room, and go with us; Enter Lodovico, Montano, Cassio carried in a That can torment him much, and hold him long, chair, and Officers, with Iago, prisoner. Lod. Where is this rash and most unfortunate man? Oth. That's he, that was Othello; here I am. If that thou be'st a devil, I cannot kill thee. Lod. O thou Othello, that was once so good, Oth. Why, any thing: An honourable murderer, if you will; Did you and he consent in Cassio's death? It shall be his: You shall close prisoner rest, No more of that I pray you, in your letters, Cas. Dear general, I never gave you cause. From this time forth I never will speak word. Torments will ope your lips. Oth. Well, thou dost best. Oth. O villain! Most heathenish, and most gross! Lod. O bloody period! Gra. [eyes, [Stabs himself. All, that's spoke, is marr'd. Oth. I kiss'd thee, ere I kill'd thee;-No way but this, [Falling upon Desdemona. Killing myself, to die upon a kiss. [Dies. Cass. This did I fear, but thought he had no For he was great of heart. [weapon; Lod. O Spartan dog, More fell than anguish, hunger, or the sea! END OF THE PLAYS. |