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Oth. She turn’d to folly, and she was a whore.
Emil. Thou art rash as fire, to say
Oth. Cassio did tup her ; ask thy husband else,
Oth. Ay, with Cassio.
Emil. My husband ?
Oth. Ay, 'twas he that told me first;
Emil. My husband ?
Oth. He, woman ;
Emil. If he say so, may his pernicious soul
Emil. Do thy worst :
Oth. Peace, you were best.
Emil. Thou hast nót half the power to do me harm,
Enter MONTANO, GRATIANO, and IAGO.
Emil. O, are you come, Iago ? you have done well, That men must lay their murders on your neck.
Gra. What is the matter ?
Emil. Disprove this villain, if thou be'st a man :
lago. 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 ?
Emil. You told a lie ; an odious, damned lie ;
Iago.With Cassio, mistress; Go to,charm your tongue.
Emi. I will not charm my tongue; I am bound to speak; My mistress here lies murder'd in her bed.
All. O heavens forefend !
Emil. Villainy, villainy, villainy!
lago. What, are you mad ? I charge you, get you home. Emil. Good gentlemen, let me have leave to speak; 'Tis proper I obey him, but not now :Perchance, lago, I will ne'er go home. Oth. O! O! O!
[Hanging over his wife. Emil. Nay, lay thee down, and roar; For thou hast kill'd the sweetest innocent, That e'er did lift up eye. Oth. O, she was foul !
[Rising I scarce did know you, uncle : There lies your niece, Whose breath, indeed, these hands have newly stopp'd : I know, this act shows horrible and grim.
Gra. Poor Desdemona ! I am glad thy father's dead;
Oth. 'Tis pitiful : but yet Iago knows,
Which I first gave her ; I saw it in his hand;
Emil, O heaven! O heavenly powers !
Emil. 'Twill out, 't willout;- 1 hold my peace, sir? no:
Iago. Be wise, and get you home.
speak'st of, I found by fortune, and did give my husband ; For often, with a solemn earnestness, (More than, indeed, belong'd to such a trifle,) He begg'd of me to steal it.
Iago. Villainous whore !
Emil. She give it Cassio ! no, alas ; I found it, And I did give't my husband.
Iago. Filth, thou liest.
Emil. By heaven, I do not ; I do not, gentlemen :
Oth. Are there no stones in heaven,
Gra. The woman falls ; sure, he has kill'd his wife.
Mont. 'Tis a notorious villain. Take you this weapon,
Oth. I am not valiant neither,
Emil. What did thy song bode, lady ?
[Dies Oth. I have another weapon in this chamber, It is a sword of Spain, the ice-brook's temper; 9. 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.
Oth. Look in upon me then, and speak with me, Or, naked as I am, I will assault thee.
Re-enter GRATIANO. Gra. What is the matter?
Oih. Behold! I have a weapon ; A better never did itself sustain Upon a soldier's thigh : I have seen the day, That, with this little arm, and this good sword, I have made my way through more impediments Than twenty times your stop :-But, О vain boast ! Who can control his fate ? 'tis not so now.Be not afraid, though you do see me weapon'd ; Here is my journey's end, here is my butt, And very sea-mark of my utmost sail. Do you go back dismay'd? 'tis a lost fear : Man but a rush against Othello's breast, And he retires ;-Where should Othello go Now, how dost thou look now? O ill-starr'd wench !1 Pale as thy smock? when we shall meet at compt, This louk of thine will hurl my soul from heaven, And fiends will snatch at it. Cold, cold, my girl ? Even like thy chastity.O cursed, cursed slave !-Whip me, ye devils, From the possession of this heavenly sight! Blow me about in winds ! roast me in sulphur! Wash me in steep-down gulfs of liquid fire !O Desdemona ! Desdemona ! dead? Dead ? O! O! O! Enter LODOVICO, MONTANO, CASSIo, carried in a
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. 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'st a devil, I cannot kill thee.
[OTHELLO wounds IAGO. Lod. Wrench his sword from him. Iago. I bleed, sir ; but not kill'd. Oth. I am not sorry neither; I'd have thee live ;  See Illustrations, Vol. IX.  To see if, according to the common opinion, his feet be cloven. JOHNS
For, in my sense, 'tis happiness to die.
Lod. Othou Othello, that was once so good,
Oth. Why, any thing :
Lod. This wretch hath part confess'd his villainy. Did you and he consent in Cassio's death?
Oth. I do believe it, and I ask your pardon.
Iago. Demand me nothing : What you know,you know: From this time forth I never will speak word.
Lod. What ? not to pray ?
Oth. O villain !
Lod. Now here's another discontented paper,
Oth. O the pernicious caitiff !-
Cas. I found it in my chamber :
Oth. O fuol ! fool ! fool !
Cas. There is, besides, in Roderigo's letter, --