The Plays of William Shakspeare

SCENE II.-A Room in the Castle.

Enter Othello and Emilia.

Oth. You have seen nothing then?
Emil. Nor ever heard; nor ever did suspect.
Oth. Yes, you have seen Cassio and she together.
Emil. But then I saw no harm; and then I
heard

Each syllable, that breath made up between them.
Oth. What, did they never whisper ?
Emil.

Never, my lord. Never.

Oth. Nor send you out o'the way?
Emil.

Oth. To fetch her fan, her gloves, her mask, nor
Emil. Never, my lord.
[nothing?
Oth.
That's strange.
Emil. I durst, my lord, to wager she is honest,
Lay down my soul at stake: if you think other,
Remove your thought; it doth abuse your bosom.
If any wretch hath put this in your head,
Let heaven requite it with the serpent's curse!
For, if she be not honest, chaste, and true,
There's no man happy; the purest of their wives
Is foul as slander.
Oth.

Bid her come hither :-go.-
[Exit Emilia.
She says enough ;-yet she's a simple bawd,
That cannot say as much. This is a subtle whore,
A closet-lock-and-key of villainous secrets.
And yet she'll kneel, and pray; I have seen her do't.
Re-enter Emilia, with Desdemona.

Des. My lord, what is your will?
Oth.

To knot and gender in!-turn thy complexion there!

Patience, thou young and rose-lipp'd cherubin; Ay, there, look grim as hell!

Des. I hope, my noble lord esteems me honest. Oth. O, ay; as summer flies are in the shambles, That quicken even with blowing. O thou weed, Who art so lovely fair, and smell'st so sweet, That the sense aches at thee.-'Would, thou had'st ne'er been born!

Des. Alas, what ignorant sin have I committed ? Oth. Was this fair paper, this most goodly book, Made to write whore upon? What committed! Committed!-0 thou public commoner! I should make very forges of my cheeks, That would to cinders burn up modesty, Did I but speak thy deeds.-What committed! Heaven stops the nose at it, and the moon winks; The bawdy wind, that kisses all it meets, Is hush'd within the hollow mine of earth, And will not hear it: What committed! Impudent strumpet!

Des.

By heaven, you do me wrong. Oth. Are not you a strumpet ? Des.

No, as I am a christian: If to preserve this vessel for my lord, From any other foul unlawful touch, Be-not to be a strumpet, I am none. Oth. What, not a whore ?

Des.

No, as I shall be saved.

Oth. Is it possible?
Des. O, heaven forgive us!
Oth.

I cry you mercy, then :
Pray, chuck, come hither. I took you for that cunning whore of Venice,
That married with Othello.-You, mistress,

Des. What is your pleasure?

Oth.

Look in my face. Des.

Let me see your eyes; What horrible fancy's this? Oth. Some of your function, mistress; [To Emilia. Leave procreants alone, and shut the door; Cough, or cry-hem, if any body come: Your mystery, your mystery ;-nay, despatch. [Exit Emilia. Des. Upon my knees, what doth your speech I understand a fury in your words, [import?

But not the words.

Oth. Why, what art thou?
Des.

And loyal wife.

Oth.

Your wife, my lord; your true

Come, swear it, damn thyself;

Lest, being like one of heaven, the devils them

selves

Re-enter Emilia.

That have the office opposite to Saint Peter,
And keep the gate of hell; You! you! ay, you!
We have done our course; there's money for your
pains ;
I pray you, turn the key, and keep our counsel.

[Exit. Emil. Alas, what does this gentleman conceive?How do you, madam? how do you, my good lady? Des. 'Faith, half asleep.

Emil. Good madam, what's the matter with my
Des. With who?
[lord?
Emil.

Why, with my lord, madam.

Des. Who is thy lord? Emil.

He that is yours, sweet lady. Des. I have none: Do not talk to me, Emilia ; I cannot weep; nor answer I have none, Should fear to seize thee: therefore be double-But what should go by water. Pr'ythee, to-night Swear-thou art honest. [damn'd, Lay on my bed my wedding sheets,-remember ;Heaven doth truly know it. And call thy husband hither. Oth. Heaven truly knows, that thou art false as Emil. hell. [I false?

Des.

Des. To whom, my lord? with whom? How am Oth. O Desdemona!-away! away! away! Des. Alas, the heavy day!-Why do you weep? Am I the occasion of these tears, my lord? If, haply, you my father do suspect, An instrument of this your calling back, Lay not your blame on me; if you have lost him, Why, I have lost him too.

Oth.

Had it pleas'd heaven To try me with affliction; had he rain'd All kinds of sores, and shames, on my bare head; Steep'd me in poverty to the very lips; Given to captivity me and my utmost hopes; I should have found in some part of my soul

A drop of patience but (alas!) to make me

A fixed figure, for the time of scorn
To point his slow unmoving finger at,-
O! O!

Yet could I bear that too; well, very well:
But there, where I have garner'd up my heart;
Where either I must live, or bear no life;
The fountain from the which my current runs,
Or else dries up; to be discarded thence !
Or keep it as a cistern, for foul toads

Here is a change, indeed! [Exit.

Des. 'Tis meet I should be us'd so, very meet. How have I been behav'd, that he might stick The small'st opinion on my great'st abuse?

Re-enter Emilia, with Iago.

Iago. What is your pleasure, madam? How is it with you? [babes,

Des. I cannot tell. Those, that do teach young Do it with gentle means, and easy tasks: He might have chid me so; for, in good faith, I am a child to chiding. Iago. What's the matter, lady? Emil. Alas, Iago, my lord hath so bewhor'd her, Thrown such despite and heavy terms upon her, As true hearts cannot bear. Des. Am I that name, Iago? Iago. What name, fair lady? Des. Such as, she says, my lord did say I was. Emil. He call'd her, whore; a beggar, in his

Emil. Has she forsook so many noble matches,
Her father, and her country, and her friends,
To be called-whore? would it not make one
Des. It is my wretched fortune.
[weep?
Iago.
Beshrew him for it!
How comes this trick upon him?
Des.

Nay, heaven doth know.
Emil. I will be hang'd, if some eternal villain,
Some busy and insinuating rogue,
Some cogging cozening slave, to get some office,
Have not devis'd this slander; I'll be hang'd, else.
Iago. Fye, there is no such man; it is impos-
sible.

Des. If any such there be, heaven pardon him!
Emil. A halter pardon him and hell gnaw his
bones!

Why should he call her, whore? who keeps her
company?
[hood?
What place? what time? what form? what likeli-
The Moor's abus'd by some most villainous knave,
Some base notorious knave, some scurvy fellow
O, heaven, that such companions thou'dst unfold;
And put in every honest hand a whip,
To lash the rascal naked through the world,
Even from the east to the west!
Iago.
Speak within door.
Emil. O, fye upon him! some such squire he was,
That turn'd your wit the seamy side without,
And made you to suspect me with the Moor.
lago. You are a fool; go to.

Des.

O good Iago,
What shall I do to win my lord again?
Good friend, go to him; for, by this light of heaven,
I know not how I lost him. Here I kneel :-
If e'er my will did trespass 'gainst his love,
Either in discourse of thought, or actual deed;
Or that mine eyes, mine ears, or any sense,
Delighted them in any other form;

Or that I do not yet, and ever did,
And ever will,-though he do shake me off
To beggarly divorcement,-love him dearly,
Comfort forswear me ! Unkindness may do much ;
And his unkindness may defeat my life,
But never taint my love. I cannot say, whore ;
It does abhor me, now I speak the word;
To do the act that might the addition earn,
Not the world's mass of vanity could make me.
Iago. I pray you, be content; 'tis but his humour;
The business of the state does him offence,
And he does chide with you.
Des.

If 'twere no other,
Iago. It is but so, I warrant you. [Trumpets.
Hark, how these instruments summon to supper!
And the great messengers of Venice stay:
Go in, and weep not: all things shall be well.
[Exeunt Desdemona and Emilia.
Enter Roderigo.

How now, Roderigo?
Rod. I do not find, that thou deal'st justly with

me.

Iago. What in the contrary?

Rod. Every day thou doff'st me with some device, Iago; and rather (as it seems to me now,) keep'st from me all conveniency, than suppliest me with the least advantage of hope. I will, indeed, no longer endure it: Nor am I yet persuaded, to put up in peace what already I have foolishly suffered.

Iago. Will you hear me, Roderigo ?

Rod. 'Faith, I have heard too much; for your words, and performances, are no kin together. Iago. You charge me most unjustly.

Rod. With nought but truth. I have wasted myself out of my means. The jewels you have had from me, to deliver to Desdemona, would half have corrupted a votarist. You have told me-she has received them, and returned me expectations and comforts of sudden respect and acquittance; but I find none.

[nor 'tis not very well: By this hand, I say, it is very scurvy; and begin to find myself fobbed in it. lago. Very well.

Rod. I tell you, 'tis not very well. I will make myself known to Desdemona: If she will return me my jewels, I will give over my suit, and repent my unlawful solicitation; if not, assure yourself, I will seek satisfaction of you.

Iago. You have said now.

Rod. Ay, and I have said nothing, but what I protest intendment of doing.

Iago. Why, now I see there's mettle in thee; and even, from this instant, do build on thee a better opinion than ever before. Give me thy hand, Roderigo: Thou hast taken against me a most just exception; but yet, I protest, I have dealt most directly in thy affair.

Rod. It hath not appeared.

Iago. I grant, indeed, it hath not appeared; and your suspicion is not without wit and judgment. But, Roderigo, if thou hast that within thee indeed, which I have greater reason to believe now than ever,-I mean, purpose, courage, and valour,this night show it: if thou the next night following enjoyest not Desdemona, take me from this world with treachery, and devise engines for my life.

Rod. Well, what is it? is it within reason, and compass ?

Iago. Sir, there is especial commission come from Venice, to depute Cassio in Othello's place. Rod. Is that true? why, then Othello and Desdemona return again to Venice.

Iago. O, no; he goes into Mauritania, and takes away with him the fair Desdemona, unless his abode be lingered here by some accident; wherein none can be so determinate, as the removing of Cassio.

Rod. How do you mean-removing of him? Iago. Why, by making him uncapable of Othello's place; knocking out his brains.

Rod. And that you would have me do?

Iago. Ay; if you dare do yourself a profit, and a right. He sups to-night with a harlot, and thither will I go to him ;-he knows not yet of his honourable fortune: if you will watch his going thence, (which I will fashion to fall out between twelve and one,) you may take him at your pleasure; I will be near to second your attempt, and he shall fall between us. Come, stand not amazed at it, but go along with me; I will show you such a necessity in his death, that you shall think yourself bound to put it on him. It is now high suppertime, and the night grows to waste: about it. Rod. I will hear further reason for this. Iago. And you shall be satisfied. [Exeunt. SCENE III.-Another Room in the Castle. Enter Othello, Lodovico, Desdemona, Emilia, and

Attendants.

Emil.

Dismiss me !

Des. It was his bidding; therefore, good Emilia ; Give me my nightly wearing, and adieu: Rod. Very well! go to! I cannot go to, man; We must not now displease him.

Iago. Well; go to; very well.

Emil. I would, you had never seen him!
Des. So would not I; my love doth so approve
him,
[frowns,-
That even his stubbornness, his checks, and
Pry'thee, unpin me,-have grace and favour in
them.
[the bed.
Emil. I have laid those sheets you bade me on
Des. All's one :-Good father! how foolish are
our minds !-

If I do die before thee, pr'y thee, shroud me
In one of those same sheets.
Emil.
Come, come, you talk.
Des. My mother had a maid call'd-Barbara;
She was in love; and he, she lov'd, prov'd mad,
And did forsake her she had a song of-willow,
An old thing 'twas, but it express'd her fortune,
And she died singing it: That song, to-night,
Will not go from my mind; I have much to do,
But to go hang my head all at one side,
And sing it, like poor Barbara. Pr'ythee, despatch.
Emil. Shall I go fetch your night-gown?
No, unpin me here.
This Lodovico is a proper man.
Emil. A very handsome man.
Des.

Des.

And he speaks well. Emil. I know a lady in Venice, who would have walked barefoot to Palestine, for a touch of his nether lip.

Des. The poor soul sat sighing by a sycamore tree,

Sing all a green willow;

Des. Beshrew me, if I would do such a wrong for the whole world.

Emil. Why, the wrong is but a wrong i'the world; and, having the world for your labour, 'tis a wrong in your own world, and you might quickly make it right.

Des. I do not think there is any such woinan.
Emil. Yes, a dozen; and as many

To the vantage, as would store the world they
play'd for.

But, I do think, it is their husbands' faults,
If wives do fall: Say, that they slack their duties,
And pour our treasures into foreign laps;
Or else break out in peevish jealousies,
Throwing restraint upon us; or, say, they strike us,
Or scant our former having in despite ; [grace,
Why, we have galls; and, though we have some
Yet we have some revenge. Let husbands know,
Their wives have sense like them: they see, and
smell,

And have their palates both for sweet and sour,
As husbands have. What is it that they do,
When they change us for others? Is it sport?
I think, it is; And doth affection breed it ?
I think, it doth; Is't frailty, that thus errs?
It is so too: And have not we affections?
Desires for sport? and frailty, as men have?
Then, let them use us well: else, let them know,
The ills we do, their ills instruct us to.

Des. Good night, good night: Heaven me such
usage send,

[Singing. Not to pick bad from bad; but, by bad, mend!

Her hand on her bosom, her head on her knee,
Sing willow, willow, willow;

The fresh streams ran by her, and murmur'd her

moans;

Sing willow, &c.

Her salt tears fell from her, and soften'd the stones;

Lay by these :

Sing willow, willow, willow;

Pr'ythee, hie thee: he'll come anon.

ACT V.

SCENE I.-A Street.

Enter Iago and Roderigo.

[Exeunt.

Iago. Here, stand behind this bulk; straight will
he come;

Wear thy good rapier bare, and put it home :
Quick, quick; fear nothing; I'll be at thy elbow ;

Sing all a green willow must be my garland. It makes us, or it mars us; think on that,

II.

Let nobody blame him, his scorn I approve,

Nay, that's not next.-Hark! who is it that knocks?

Emil. It is the wind.

And fix most firm thy resolution,

Rod. Be near at hand; I may miscarry in't. Iago. Here, at thy hand; be bold, and take thy sword. [Retires to a little distance. Rod. I have no great devotion to the deed; And yet he has given me satisfying reasons:-

Des. I call'd my love, false love; but n'hat said he 'Tis but a man gone :-forth, my sword; he dies.

then?

Sing willow, &c.

If I court mo women, you'll couch with mo men.
So, get thee gone; good night. Mine eyes do itch;
Doth that bode weeping?
Emil.

Tis neither here nor there. Des. I have heard it said so.-0, these men, these men!

Dost thou in conscience think,-tell me, Emilia,-
That there be women do abuse their husbands
In such gross kind?

Emil.
There be some such, no question.
Des. Would'st thou do such a deed for all the
world?

Des.

Emil. Why, would not you?
No, by this heavenly light!
Emil. Nor I neither by this heavenly light;
I might do't as well i'the dark.
[world?

Des. Would'st thou do such a deed for all the
Emil. The world is a huge thing: 'Tis a great
For a small vice.
[price
Des. Good troth, I think thou would'st not.
Emil. By my troth, I think I should; and undo't,
when I had done. Marry, I would not do such a
thing for a joint-ring; nor for measures of lawn;
nor for gowns, petticoats, nor caps, nor any petty
exhibition: but, for the whole world,- Why, who
would not make her husband a cuckold, to make
him a monarch? I should venture purgatory for't.

[Goes to his stand. Iago. I have rubb'd this young quat almost co the sense,

And he grows angry. Now whether he kill Cassio,
Or Cassio him, or each do kill the other,
Every way makes my gain: Live Roderigo,
He calls me to a restitution large
Of gold, and jewels, that I bobb'd from him,
As gifts to Desdemona;

It must not be if Cassio do remain,
He hath a daily beauty in his life,
That makes me ugly; and, besides, the Moor
May unfold me to him; there stand I in much pe-

Lod. We do not know. Iago. Did you not hear a cry ? Cas. Here, here; for heaven's sake, help me. lago. 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.

Iago. O treacherous villains!What are you there? come in, and give some help. [To Lodovico and Gratiano.

Rod. O, help me here!
Cas. That's one of them.
Iago.

O murderous slave! O villain ! [Iago stabs Roderigo. Rod. O damn'd Iago! O inhuman dog!0! O! O!

Iago. Kill men i'the dark!-Where be these

bloody thieves?—

Signior Lodovico ?

How silent is this town! Ho! murder! murder!
What may you be? are you of good, or evil?
Lod. As you shall prove us, praise us.
Iago.
Lod. He, sir.
Iago.
By villains.

Gra.

Iago.

I cry you mercy; Here's Cassio hurt
Cassio?

Cas. My leg is cut in two.

How is it, brother? Iago. Marry, heaven forbid !-Light, gentlemen; I'll bind it with my shirt.

Enter Bianca. Bian. What is the matter, ho? who is't that Iago. Who is't that cry'd? [cry'd? Bian. O my dear Cassio! my sweet Cassio! O Cassio! Cassio! Cassio!

Iago. O notable strumpet!-Cassio, may you suspect

Who they should be, that have thus mangled you?

Cas. No

Gra. I am sorry, to find you thus: I have been to seek you?

Iago. Lend me a garter: So.-0, for a chair, To bear him easily hence! [Cassio! Bian. Alas, he faints-0 Cassio! Cassio Iago. Gentlemen all, I do suspect this trash To be a party in this injury.Patience awhile, good Cassio.-Come, come; Lend me a light. Know we this face, or no? Alas! my friend, and my dear countryman, Roderigo? no :-Yes, sure; O heaven! Roderigo. Gra. What, of Venice?

lago. Even he, sir; did you know him?

Gra,

Know him? ay. Iago. Signior Gratiano? I cry you gentle pardon;

Gra.

These bloody accidents must excuse my manners,
That so neglected you.
I am glad to see you.
Iago. How do you, Cassio ?-O, a chair, a chair!
Gra. Roderigo!

Iago. 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 ?- bear him out o'the air.[Cassio and Rod. are borne off. 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 ?

Enter 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-night :-
What, 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. Fye, fye upon thee, strumpet!
Bian. I am no strumpet; but of life as honest,
As you that thus abuse me.

Emil.
As I? foh! fye upon thee!
Iago. Kind gentlemen, let's go see poor Cassio
dress'd :-

Come, mistress, you must tell us another tale.--
Emilia, run you to the citadel,

And tell my lord and lady what has happ'd.-
Will you go on, I pray? This is the night, [Aside.
That either makes me, or fordoes me quite. [Exeunt.
SCENE II.-A Bedchamber: Desdemona in bed
asleep. A Light burning.

Enter Othello.

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,
Should I repent me-but once put out thine,
Thou cunning'st pattern of excelling nature,
I know not where is that Promethean heat,
That can thy light relume. When I have pluck'd
I cannot give it vital growth again, [thy rose,
It needs must wither-I'll smell it on the tree.-
[Kissing her.

O balmy breath, that dost almost persuade
Justice to break her sword!-One more, one more.
Be thus when thou art dead, and I will kill thee,
And love thee after :- One more, and this the last :
So sweet was ne'er so fatal. I must weep,
But they are cruel tears: This sorrow's heavenly;
It strikes, where it doth love.-She wakes-
Des. Who's there? Othello?
Oth.

Ay, Desdemona.

Des. Will you come to bed, my lord?
Oth. Have you pray'd to-night, Desdemona?

Des.

Des. My fear interprets then,-What, is he dead? Oth. Had all his hairs been lives, my great revenge Had stomach for them all.

Ay, my lord.I
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. Oth. Think on thy sins.

Des.

They are loves I bear to you. Oth. Ay, and for that thou diest. [loving. Des. That death's unnatural, that kills for Alas, why gnaw you so 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 still! Des. I will so: What's the matter? Oth. That handkerchief, which I so lov'd, and Thou gav'st to Cassio. [gave thee, No, by my life and soul; Send for the man, and ask him.

Des.

Yes, presently:

Therefore confess thee freely of thy sin:
For to deny each article with oath,

Cannot remove, nor choke, the strong conception,
That I do groan withal. Thou art to die.
Des. Then, Lord have mercy on me!
Oth.

I say, amen.
Des. And have you mercy too!-I never did
Offend you in my life; never lov'd Cassio,
But with such general warranty of heaven
As I might love: I never gave him token. [hand.
Oth. By heaven, I saw my handkerchief in his!
O perjur'd woman! thou dost stone my heart,
And mak'st me call, what I intend to do,-
A murder, which I thought a sacrifice :
I saw the handkerchief.

Des. He'll not say 30. Oth.

Emil. [Within.] My lord, my lord! what ho! my lord ! my lord!

Oth. What noise is this ?-Not dead! not yet I, that am cruel, am yet merciful; [quite dead? would not have thee linger in thy pain.So, so. Emil. [Within.] What ho, my lord! my lord! Who's there? Emil. [Within.] O, good my lord, I would speak a word with you.

Oth.

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

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

Oth. I had forgot thee: O, come in, Emilia :Soft,-by and by :-Let me the curtains draw.Where art thou? What's the matter with thee [Unlocks the door.

now ?

Enter Emilia.

Emil. O, good my lord, yonder's foul murder
Oth. What? now?
[done.
Emil.

But now, my lord!
Oth. It is the very error of the moon ;
She comes more near the earth than she was wont;
And makes men mad.

Emil. Cassio, my lord, has kill'd a young VeCall'd-Roderigo.

Oth.

And Cassio kill'd?

Emil.

[netian,

Roderigo kill'd!

No, Cassio is not kill'd.

[tune,

Oth. Not Cassio kill'd? Then murder's out of And sweet revenge grows harsh. Des. O, falsely, falsely murder'd!

Emil. Out, and alas! that was my lady's voice :Help! help, ho! help!-O lady, speak again! Sweet Desdemona ! O, sweet mistress, speak! Des. A guiltless death I die. Emil. O, who hath done This deed? Des. Nobody; I myself; farewell! Commend me to my kind lord! O, farewell. [Dies. Oth. Why, how should she be murder'd ? Emil. Alas, who knows? Oth. You heard her say herself, it was not I. Emil. She said so; I must needs report the truth. Oth. She's, like a liar, gone to burning hell! 'Twas I that kill'd her.

Emil.
O, the more angel she,
And you the blacker devil!

Oth. She turn'd to folly, and she was a whore.
Emil. Thou dost belie her, and thou art a devil.
Oth. She was false as water.
Emil.

Thou art rash as fire, to say

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.

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