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the Moore of Venice. And cannot make away. Iago.
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Oh treacherous Villaines: What are you there? Come in, and giue some helpe.
Rod. O helpe me there. Cassio. That's one of them. Iago. Oh murd'rous Slaue! O Villaine! Rod.
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O damn'd Iago! O inhumane Dogge!
Iago. Kill men i'th'darke? Where be these bloody Theeues? How silent is this Towne? Hoa, murther, murther. What may you be? Are you of good, or euill? Lod.
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As you shall proue vs, praise vs.
Iago. Signior Lodouico? Lod. He Sir. Iago. I cry you mercy: here's Cassio hurt by Villaines. Gra. Cassio? Iago.
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How is't Brother?
Cas. My Legge is cut in two. Iago. Marry heauen forbid: Light Gentlemen, Ile binde it with my shirt. Enter Bianca. Bian. What is the matter hoa? Who is't that cry'd? Iago.
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Who is't that cry'd?
Bian. Oh my deere Cassio, My sweet Cassio: Oh Cassio, Cassio, Cassio. Iago. O notable Strumpet. Cassio, may you suspect Who they should be, that haue thus mangled you? Cas.
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No.
Gra. I am sorry to finde you thus; I haue beene to seeke you. Iago. Lend me a Garter. So:⸺ Oh for a Chaire To beare him easily hence. Bian.
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Alas he faints. Oh Cassio, Cassio, Cassio.
Iago. Gentlemen all, I do suspect this Trash To be a party in this Iniurie. Patience awhile, good Cassio. Come, come; Lend me a Light: know we this face, or no?
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Alas my Friend, and my deere Countryman Rodorigo? No: Yes sure: Yes, 'tis Rodorigo.
Gra. What, of Venice? Iago. Euen he Sir: Did you know him? Gra. Know him? I. Iago.
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Signior Gratiano? I cry your gentle pardon: These bloody accidents must excuse my Manners, That so neglected you.
Gra. I am glad to see you. Iago. How do you Cassio? Oh, a Chaire, a Chaire. Gra.
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Rodorigo?
Iago. He, he, 'tis he: Oh that's well said, the Chaire. Some good man beare him carefully from hence, Ile fetch the Generall's Surgeon. For you Mistris,
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Saue you your labour. He that lies slaine heere ( Cassio) Was my deere friend. What malice was between you?
Cas. None in the world: nor do I know the man? Iago. What? looke you pale? Oh beare him o'th'Ayre. Stay you good Gentlemen. Looke you pale, Mistris?
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Do you perceiue the gastnesse of her eye ? Nay, if you stare, we shall heare more anon. Behold her well: I pray you looke vpon her: Do you see Gentlemen? Nay, guiltinesse will speake Though tongues were out of vse.
Æmil.
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Alas, what is the matter ? What is the matter, Husband?
Iago. Cassio hath heere bin set on in the darke By Rodorigo, and Fellowes that are scap'd:

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He's almost slaine, and Rodorigo quite dead. Æmil.
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Alas good Gentleman: alas good Cassio.
Iago. This is the fruits of whoring. Prythe Æmilia, Go know of Cassio where he supt to night. What, do you shake at that? Bian. He supt at my house, but I therefore shake not. Iago.
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O did he so? I charge you go with me.
Æmil. Oh fie vpon thee Strumpet. Bian. I am no Strumpet, but of life as honest, As you that thus abuse me. Æmil. As I? Fie vpon thee. Iago.
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Kinde Gentlemen: Let's go see poore Cassio drest. Come Mistris, you must tel's another Tale. Æmilia, run you to the Cittadell, And tell my Lord and Lady, what hath happ'd:
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Will you go on afore? This is the night That either makes me, or foredoes me quight.
Exeunt
scœna Secunda. [Act 5, Scene 2] Enter Othello, and Desdemona in her bed. Oth. It is the Cause, it is the Cause (my Soule) Let me not name it to you, you chaste Starres, It is the Cause. Yet Ile not shed her blood,
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Nor scarre that whiter skin of hers, then Snow, And smooth as Monumentall Alablaster: Yet she must dye, else shee'l betray more men: Put out the Light, and then put out the Light: If I quench thee, thou flaming Minister,
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I can againe thy former light restore, Should I repent me. But once put out thy Light, Thou cunning'st Patterne of excelling Nature, I know not where is that Promethe n heate That can thy Light re‑Lume.
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When I haue pluck'd thy Rose, I ca ot giue it vitall growth againe, It needs must wither. Ile smell thee on the Tree. Oh Balmy breath, that dost almost perswade Iustice to breake her Sword. One more, one more:
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Be thus when thou art dead, and I will kill thee, And loue thee after. One more, and that's the last. So sweet, was ne're so fatall. I must weepe, But they are cruell Teares: This sorrow's heauenly, It strikes, where it doth loue. She wakes.
Des.
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Who's there ? Othello?
Othel. I Desdemona. Des. Will you come to bed, my Lord? Oth. Haue you pray'd to night, Desdemon? Des. I my Lord. Oth.
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If you bethinke your selfe of any Crime Vnreconcil'd as yet to Heauen, and Grace, Solicite for it straight.
Des. Alacke, my Lord, What may you meane by that? Oth.
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Well, do it, and be breefe, I will walke by: I would not kill thy vnprepared Spirit, No, Heauens fore‑fend) I would not kill thy Soule.
Des. Talke you of killing? Oth. I, I do. Des.
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Then Heauen haue mercy on mee.
Oth.

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scœna Secunda. [Act 5, Scene 2] Enter Othello, and Desdemona in her bed. Oth. It is the Cause, it is the Cause (my Soule) Let me not name it to you, you chaste Starres, It is the Cause. Yet Ile not shed her blood,
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Nor scarre that whiter skin of hers, then Snow, And smooth as Monumentall Alablaster: Yet she must dye, else shee'l betray more men: Put out the Light, and then put out the Light: If I quench thee, thou flaming Minister,
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I can againe thy former light restore, Should I repent me. But once put out thy Light, Thou cunning'st Patterne of excelling Nature, I know not where is that Promethe n heate That can thy Light re‑Lume.
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When I haue pluck'd thy Rose, I ca ot giue it vitall growth againe, It needs must wither. Ile smell thee on the Tree. Oh Balmy breath, that dost almost perswade Iustice to breake her Sword. One more, one more:
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Be thus when thou art dead, and I will kill thee, And loue thee after. One more, and that's the last. So sweet, was ne're so fatall. I must weepe, But they are cruell Teares: This sorrow's heauenly, It strikes, where it doth loue. She wakes.
Des.
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Who's there ? Othello?
Othel. I Desdemona. Des. Will you come to bed, my Lord? Oth. Haue you pray'd to night, Desdemon? Des. I my Lord. Oth.
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If you bethinke your selfe of any Crime Vnreconcil'd as yet to Heauen, and Grace, Solicite for it straight.
Des. Alacke, my Lord, What may you meane by that? Oth.
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Well, do it, and be breefe, I will walke by: I would not kill thy vnprepared Spirit, No, Heauens fore‑fend) I would not kill thy Soule.
Des. Talke you of killing? Oth. I, I do. Des.
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Then Heauen haue mercy on mee.
Oth. Amen, with all my heart. Des. If you say, I hope you will not kill me. Oth. Humh. Des. And yet I feare you: for you're fatall then
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When your eyes rowle so. Why I should feare, I know not, Since guiltinesse I know not: But yet I feele I feare.
Oth. Thinke on thy sinnes. Des. They are Loues I beare to you. Oth.
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I, and for that thou dy'st.
Des. That death's vnnaturall, that kils for louing. Alas, why gnaw you so your nether‑lip? Some bloody passion shakes your very Frame: These are portents: but yet I hope, I hope,
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They do not point on me.
Oth. Peace, and be still. Des. I will so: What's the matter? Oth. That Handkerchiefe Which I so lou'd, and gaue thee, thou gau'st to Cassio. Des.
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No by my Life, and Soule: send for the man, And aske him.
Oth. Sweet Soule, take heed, take heed of Periury, Thou art on thy death‑bed. Des. I, but not yet to dye. Oth.
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Presently. Therefore confesse thee freely of thy sinne: For to deny each Article with Oath, Cannot remoue, nor choake the strong Conception That I do grone withall. Thou art to dye.
Des.
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O Heauen haue mercy on me.
Oth. I say, Amen. Des. And haue you mercy too. I neuer did Offend you in my life: neuer lou'd Cassio, But with such generall warrantie of Heauen,
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As I might loue. I neuer gaue him Token.
Oth. By Heauen I saw my Handkerchiefe in's hand. O periur'd woman, thou do'st stone my heart, And makes me call, what I intend to do, A Murther, which I thought a Sacrifice.
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I saw the Handkerchiefe.
Des. He found it then: I neuer gaue it him: Send, for him hither: Let him confesse a truth. Oth. He hath confest. Des.
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What, my Lord?
Oth. That he hath vs'd thee. Des. How? vnlawfully ? Oth. I. Des. He will not say so. Oth.
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No: his mouth is stopp'd: Honest Iago hath 'tane order for't.
Des. Oh, my feare interprets. What is he dead? Oth. Had all his haires bin liues, my great Reuenge Had stomacke for them all. Des.
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Alas, he is betray'd, and I vndone.
Oth. Out Strumpet: weep'st thou for him to my face? Des. O banish me, my Lord, but kill me not. Oth. Downe Strumpet. Des. Kill me to morrow, let me liue to night. Oth.
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Nay, if you striue.
Des. But halfe an houre. Oth. Being done, there is no pawse. Des. But while I say one prayer. Oth. It is too late. Smothers her. Æmilia at the doore. Æmil.
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My Lord, my Lord? What hoa? My Lord, my Lord.
Oth. What noise is this? Not dead? not yet quite dead? I that am cruell, am yet mercifull, I would not haue thee linger in thy paine?
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So, so.
Æmil. within. What hoa? my Lord, my Lord? Oth. Who's there? Æmil. Oh good my Lord, I would speake a word with you. Oth. Yes: 'Tis Æmilia: by and by. Shee's dead.
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'Tis like she comes to speake of Cassio's death: The noise was high. Hah, no more moouing? Still as the Graue. Shall she come in? Wer't good? I thinke she stirres againe. No, what's best to do? If she come in, shee'l sure speake to my wife:
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My wife, my wife: what wife? I haue no wife. Oh insupportable! Oh heauy houre! Me thinkes, it should be now a huge Eclipse Of Sunne, and Moone; and that th'affrighted Globe Did yawne at Alteration.
Æmil.
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I do beseech you That I may speake with you. Oh good my Lord.
Oth. I had forgot thee: oh come in Æmilia. Soft, by and by, let me the Curtaines draw. Where art thou? What's the matter with thee now? Enter Æmilia. Æmil.
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Oh my good Lord, yonders foule Murthers done.
Oth. What? now? Æmil. But now, my Lord. Oth. It is the very error of the Moone, She comes more neerer Earth then she was wont,
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And makes men mad.
Æmil. Cassio, my Lord, hath kill'd A young Venetian, call'd Rodorigo. Oth. Rodorigo kill'd? and Cassio kill'd? Æmil. No, Cassio is not kill'd. Oth.
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Not Cassio kill'd? Then Murther's out of tune, And sweet Reuenge growes harsh.
Des. O falsely, falsely murder'd. Æmil. Alas! what cry is that ? Oth. That? What? Æmil.
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Out, and alas, that was my Ladies voice. Helpe, helpe hoa, helpe. Oh Ladie speake againe, Sweet Desdemona, oh sweet Mistris, speake.
Des. A guiltlesse death, I dye. Æmil. Oh who hath done this deed? Des.
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No body: I my selfe, farewell: Commend me to my kinde Lord: oh farewell.
Oth. Why, how should she be murdred? Æmil. Alas: who knowes? Oth. You heare her say her selfe, it was not I. Æmil.
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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. Æmil. Oh the more Angell she, and you the black­ er Diuell. Oth. She turn'd to folly: and she was a whore. Æmil.
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Thou do'st bely her, and thou art a diuell.
Oth. She was false as water. Æmil. Thou art rash as fire, to say That she was false. Oh she was heauenly true. Oth. Cassio did top her: Ask thy husband else.
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O, I were damn'd beneath all depth in hell: But that I did proceed vpon iust grounds To this extremity. Thy Husband knew it all.
Æmil. My Husband? Oth. Thy Husband. Æmil.
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That she was false to Wedlocke?
Oth. I, with Cassio: had she bin true, If Heauen would make me such another world, Of one entyre and perfect Chrysolite, I'ld not haue sold her for it. Æmil.
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My Husband?
Oth. I, 'twas he that told me on her first, An honest man he is, and hates the slime That stickes on filthy deeds. Æmil. My Husband? Oth.
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What needs this itterance, Woman? I say, thy Husband.
Æmil. Oh Mistris, Villany hath made mockes with loue: My Husband say she was false? Oth.
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He, Woman; I say thy Husband: Do'st vnderstand the word? My Friend, thy Husband; honest, honest Iago.
Æmil. If he say so, may his pernicious Soule Rot halfe a graine a day: he lyes to'th'heart,
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She was too fond of her most filthy Bargaine.
Oth. Hah? Æmil. Do thy worst: This deede of thine is no more worthy Heauen, Then thou was't worthy her. Oth.
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Peace, you were best.
Æmil. Thou hast not halfe that powre to do me harm, As I haue to be hurt. Oh Gull, oh dolt, As ignorant as durt: thou hast done a deed (I care not for thy Sword) Ile make thee known,
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Though I lost twenty liues. Helpe, helpe, hoa, helpe: The Moore hath kill'd my Mistris. Murther, murther.
Enter Montano, Gratiano, and Iago. Mon. What is the matter? How now Generall? Æmil. Oh, are you come, Iago: you haue done well, That men must lay their Murthers on your necke. Gra.
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What is the matter?
Æmil. Disproue this Villaine, if thou bee'st a man: He sayes, thou told'st him that his wife was false: I know thou did'st not: thou'rt not such a Villain. Speake, for my heart is full. Iago.
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I told him what I thought, And told no more Then what he found himselfe was apt, and true.
Æmil. But did you euer tell him, She was false? Iago.
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I did.
Æmil. You told a Lye an odious damned Lye: Vpon my Soule, a Lye; a wicked Lye. Shee false with Cassio? Did you say with Cassio? Iago.
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With Cassio, Mistris? Go too, charme your tongue.
Emil. I will not charme my Tongue; I am bound to speake, My Mistris heere lyes murthered in her bed. All.
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Oh Heauens, forefend.
Emil. And your reports haue set the Murder on. Othello. Nay stare not Masters, It is true indeede. Gra. 'Tis a strange Truth. Mont.
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O monstrous Acte.
Emil. Villany, villany, villany: I thinke vpon't, I thinke: I smel't: O Villany: I thought so then: Ile kill my selfe for greefe. O villany! villany! Iago.
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What, are you mad? I charge you get you home.
Emil. Good Gentlemen, let me haue leaue to speake: 'Tis proper I obey him; but not now: Perchance Iago, I will ne're go home. Oth.
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Oh, oh, oh.
Emil. Nay, lay thee downe, and roare: For thou hast kill'd the sweetest innocent, That ere did lift vp eye. Oth. Oh she was fowle!
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I scarse did know you Vnkle, there lies your Neece, Whose breath (indeed) these hands haue newly stopp'd: I know this acte shewes horrible and grim.
Gra. Poore Desdemon: I am glad thy Father's dead,
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Thy Match was mortall to him: and pure greefe Shore his old thred in twaine. Did he liue now, This sight would make him do a desperate turne: Yea, curse his better Angell from his side, And fall to Reprobance.
Oth.
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'Tis pittifull: but yet Iago knowes That she with Cassio, hath the Act of shame A thousand times committed. Cassio confest it, And she did gratifie his amorous workes With that Recognizance and pledge of Loue
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Which I first gaue her: I saw it in his hand: It was a Handkerchiefe, an Antique Token My Father gaue my Mother.
Emil. Oh Heauen! oh heauenly Powres! Iago. Come, hold your peace. Emil.
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'Twill out, 'twill out. I peace? No, I will speake as liberall as the North; Let Heauen, and Men, and Diuels, let them all, All, all, crie shame against me, yet Ile speake.
Iago. Be wise, and get you home. Emil.
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I will not.
Gra. Fye, your Sword vpon a Woman. Emil. Oh thou dull Moore, That Handkerchiefe thou speak'st of I found by Fortune, and did giue my Husband:
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For often, with a solemne earnestnesse, (More then indeed belong'd to such a Trifle) He begg'd of me, to steale't.
Iago. Villanous Whore. Emil. She giue it Cassio? No, alas I found it,
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And I did giu't my Husband.
Iago. Filth, thou lyest. Emil. By Heauen I do not, I do not Gentlemen: Oh murd'rous Coxcombe, what should such a Foole Do with so good a wife? Oth.
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Are there no stones in Heauen, But what serues for the Thunder? Precious Villaine.
Gra. The woman falles: Sure he hath kill'd his Wife. Emil.
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I, I: oh lay me by my Mistris side.
Gra. Hee's gone, but his wife's kill'd. Mon. 'Tis a notorious Villain: take you this weapon Which I haue recouer'd from the Moore: Come guard the doore without, let him not passe,
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But kill him rather. Ile after that same villaine, For 'tis a damned Slaue.
Exit. Oth. I am not valiant neither: But euery Punie whipster gets my Sword. But why should Honor out‑liue Honesty?
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Let it go all.
Æmil. What did thy Song boad Lady? Hearke, canst thou heare me ? I will play the Swan, And dye in Musicke: Willough, Willough, Willough. Moore, she was chaste: She lou'd thee, cruell Moore,
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So come my Soule to blisse, as I speake true: So speaking as I thinke, alas, I dye.
Oth. I haue another weapon in this Chamber, It was a Sword of Spaine, the Ice brookes temper: Oh heere it is: Vnkle I must come forth. Gra.
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If thou attempt it, it will cost thee deere; Thou hast no weapon, and perforce must suffer.
Oth. Looke in vpon me then, and speake with me, Or naked as I am I will assault thee. Gra. What is the matter? Othel.
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Behold, I haue a weapon: A better neuer did it selfe sustaine Vpon a Soldiers Thigh. I haue seene the day, That with this little Arme, and this good Sword, I haue made my way through more impediments
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Then twenty times your stop. But (oh vaine boast) Who can controll his Fate? 'Tis not so now. Be not affraid, though you do see me weapon'd: Heere is my iournies end, heere is my butt And verie Sea‑marke of my vtmost Saile.
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Do you go backe dismaid? 'Tis a lost feare: Man but a Rush against Othello's brest, And he retires. Where should Othello go? Now: how dost thou looke now? Oh ill‑Starr'd wench, Pale as thy Smocke: when we shall meete at compt,
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This looke of thine will hurle my Soule from Heauen, And Fiends will snatch at it. Cold, cold, my Girle? Euen like thy Chastity. O cursed, cursed Slaue! Whip me ye Diuels, From the possession of this Heauenly sight:
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Blow me about in windes, roast me in Sulphure, Wash me in steepe‑downe gulfes of Liquid fire. Oh Desdemon! dead Desdemon: dead. Oh, oh!
Enter Lodouico, Cassio, Montano, and Iago, with Officers. Lod. Where is this rash, and most vnfortunate man? Oth. That's he that was Othello: heere I am. Lod.
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Where is that Viper? Bring the Villaine forth.
Oth. I look down towards his feet; but that's a Fable, If that thou bee'st a Diuell, I cannot kill thee. Lod. Wrench his Sword from him. Iago.
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I bleed Sir, but not kill'd.
Othel. I am not sorry neither, Il'd haue thee liue: For in my sense, 'tis happinesse to die. Lod. Oh thou Othello, that was once so good, Falne in the practise of a cursed Slaue,
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What shall be saide to thee.
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 confest his Villany:
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Did you and he consent in Cassio's death.
Oth. I. Cas. Deere Generall, I neuer gaue you cause. Oth. I do beleeue it, and I aske your pardon: Will you, I pray, demand that demy‑Diuell,
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Why he hath thus ensnar'd my Soule and Body.
Iag. Demand me nothing: what you know, you know: From this time forth, I neuer will speake word. Lod. What? not to pray? Gra. Torments will ope your lips. Oth.
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Well, thou dost best.
Lod. Sir, You shall vnderstand what hath befalne, (Which, as I thinke, you know not) heere is a Letter Found in the pocket of the slaine Rodorigo,
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And heere another, the one of them imports The death of Cassio, to be vndertooke By Rodorigo.
Oth. O Villaine! Cassio. Most Heathenish, and most grosse. Lod.
[3530]
Now, heere's another discontented paper Found in his pocket too: and this it seems Rodorigo meant t'haue sent this damned villaine: But that (belike) Iago in the interim Came in, and satisfi'd him.
Oth.
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Oh thou pernitious Caitiffe; How came you ( Cassio) by that Handkerchiefe That was my wiues?
Cassio. I found it in my Chamber: And he himselfe confest it but euen now,
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That there he dropt it for a speciall purpose, Which wrought to his desire.
Othel. O Foole, foole, foole! Cassio. There is besides, in Rodorigo's Letter, How he vpbraides Iago, that he made him
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Braue me vpon the Watch: whereon it came That I was cast: and euen but now he spake (After long seeming dead) Iago hurt him, Iago set him on.
Lod. You must forsake this roome, and go with vs:
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Your Power, and your Command is taken off, And Cassio rules in Cyprus. For this Slaue, If there be any cunning Crueltie, That can torment him much, and hold him long, It shall be his. You shall close Prisoner rest,
[3555]
Till that the Nature of your fault be knowne To the Venetian State. Come, bring away.
Oth. Soft you; a word or two before you goe: I haue done the State some seruice, and they know't: No more of that. I pray you in your Letters,
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When you shall these vnluckie deeds relate, Speake of me, as I am. Nothing extenuate, Nor set downe ought in malice. Then must you speake, Of one that lou'd not wisely, but too well:
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Of one, not easily Iealious, but being wrought, Perplexed in the extreame: Of one, whose hand (Like the base Iudean) threw a Pearle away Richer then all his Tribe: Of one, whose subdu'd Eyes, Albeit vn‑vsed to the melting moode,
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Drops teares as fast as the Arabian Trees Their Medicinable gumme. Set you downe this: And say besides, that in Aleppo once, Where a malignant, and a Turbond‑Turke Beate a Venetian, and traduc'd the State,
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I tooke by th'throat the circumcised Dogge, And smoate him, thus.
Lod. Oh bloody period. Gra. All that is spoke, is marr'd. Oth. I kist thee, ere I kill'd thee: No way but this,
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Killing my selfe, to dye vpon a kisse.
Dyes Cas. This did I feare, but thought he had no weapon: For he was great of heart. Lod. Oh Sparton Dogge: More fell then Anguish, Hunger, or the Sea:
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Looke on the Tragicke Loading of this bed: This is thy worke: The Obiect poysons Sight, Let it be hid. Gratiano, keepe the house, And seize vpon the Fortunes of the Moore,
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For they succeede on you. To you, Lord Gouernor, Remaines the Censure of this hellish villaine: The Time, the Place, the Torture, oh inforce it: My selfe will straight aboord, and to the State, This heauie Act, with heauie heart relate.
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   <head type="supplied">[Act 5, Scene 2]</head>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Othello, and Desdemona in her bed.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-oth-oth">
      <speaker rend="italic">Oth.</speaker>
      <l n="3157">It is the Cause, it is the Cause (my Soule)</l>
      <l n="3158">Let me not name it to you, you chaste Starres,</l>
      <l n="3159">It is the Cause. Yet Ile not shed her blood,</l>
      <l n="3160">Nor scarre that whiter skin of hers, then Snow,</l>
      <l n="3161">And smooth as Monumentall Alablaster:</l>
      <l n="3162">Yet she must dye, else shee'l betray more men:</l>
      <l n="3163">Put out the Light, and then put out the Light:</l>
      <l n="3164">If I quench thee, thou flaming Minister,</l>
      <l n="3165">I can againe thy former light restore,</l>
      <l n="3166">Should I repent me. But once put out thy Light,</l>
      <l n="3167">Thou cunning'st Patterne of excelling Nature,</l>
      <l n="3168">I know not where is that<hi rend="italic">Promethe<gap extent="1"
                 unit="chars"
                 reason="illegible"
                 agent="uninkedType"
                 resp="#ES"/>n</hi>heate</l>
      <l n="3169">That can thy Light re‑Lume.</l>
      <l n="3170">When I haue pluck'd thy Rose,</l>
      <l n="3171">I ca<gap extent="2"
              unit="chars"
              reason="absent"
              agent="hole"
              resp="#ES"/>ot giue it vitall growth againe,</l>
      <l n="3172">It needs must wither. Ile smell thee on the Tree.</l>
      <l n="3173">Oh Balmy breath, that dost almost perswade</l>
      <l n="3174">Iustice to breake her Sword. One more, one more:</l>
      <l n="3175">Be thus when thou art dead, and I will kill thee,</l>
      <l n="3176">And loue thee after. One more, and that's the last.</l>
      <l n="3177">So sweet, was ne're so fatall. I must weepe,</l>
      <l n="3178">But they are cruell Teares: This sorrow's heauenly,</l>
      <l n="3179">It strikes, where it doth loue. She wakes.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-des">
      <speaker rend="italic">Des.</speaker>
      <l n="3180">Who's there<c rend="italic">?</c>
         <hi rend="italic">Othello</hi>?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-oth">
      <speaker rend="italic">Othel.</speaker>
      <l n="3181">I<hi rend="italic">Desdemona</hi>.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-des">
      <speaker rend="italic">Des.</speaker>
      <l n="3182">Will you come to bed, my Lord?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-oth">
      <speaker rend="italic">Oth.</speaker>
      <l n="3183">Haue you pray'd to night,<hi rend="italic">Desdemon</hi>?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-des">
      <speaker rend="italic">Des.</speaker>
      <l n="3184">I my Lord.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-oth">
      <speaker rend="italic">Oth.</speaker>
      <l n="3185">If you bethinke your selfe of any Crime</l>
      <l n="3186">Vnreconcil'd as yet to Heauen, and Grace,</l>
      <l n="3187">Solicite for it straight.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-des">
      <speaker rend="italic">Des.</speaker>
      <l n="3188">Alacke, my Lord,</l>
      <l n="3189">What may you meane by that?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-oth">
      <speaker rend="italic">Oth.</speaker>
      <l n="3190">Well, do it, and be breefe, I will walke by:</l>
      <l n="3191">I would not kill thy vnprepared Spirit,</l>
      <l n="3192">No, Heauens fore‑fend) I would not kill thy Soule.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-des">
      <speaker rend="italic">Des.</speaker>
      <l n="3193">Talke you of killing?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-oth">
      <speaker rend="italic">Oth.</speaker>
      <l n="3194">I, I do.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-des">
      <speaker rend="italic">Des.</speaker>
      <l n="3195">Then Heauen haue mercy on mee.</l>
   </sp>
   <pb facs="FFimg:axc0846-0.jpg" n="336"/>
   <cb n="1"/>
   <sp who="#F-oth-oth">
      <speaker rend="italic">Oth.</speaker>
      <l n="3196">Amen, with all my heart.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-des">
      <speaker rend="italic">Des.</speaker>
      <l n="3197">If you say, I hope you will not kill me.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-oth">
      <speaker rend="italic">Oth.</speaker>
      <l n="3198">Humh.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-des">
      <speaker rend="italic">Des.</speaker>
      <l n="3199">And yet I feare you: for you're fatall then</l>
      <l n="3200">When your eyes rowle so.</l>
      <l n="3201">Why I should feare, I know not,</l>
      <l n="3202">Since guiltinesse I know not: But yet I feele I feare.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-oth">
      <speaker rend="italic">Oth.</speaker>
      <l n="3203">Thinke on thy sinnes.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-des">
      <speaker rend="italic">Des.</speaker>
      <l n="3204">They are Loues I beare to you.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-oth">
      <speaker rend="italic">Oth.</speaker>
      <l n="3205">I, and for that thou dy'st.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-des">
      <speaker rend="italic">Des.</speaker>
      <l n="3206">That death's vnnaturall, that kils for louing.</l>
      <l n="3207">Alas, why gnaw you so your nether‑lip?</l>
      <l n="3208">Some bloody passion shakes your very Frame:</l>
      <l n="3209">These are portents: but yet I hope, I hope,</l>
      <l n="3210">They do not point on me.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-oth">
      <speaker rend="italic">Oth.</speaker>
      <l n="3211">Peace, and be still.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-des">
      <speaker rend="italic">Des.</speaker>
      <l n="3212">I will so: What's the matter?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-oth">
      <speaker rend="italic">Oth.</speaker>
      <l n="3213">That Handkerchiefe</l>
      <l n="3214">Which I so lou'd, and gaue thee, thou gau'st to<hi rend="italic">Cassio</hi>.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-des">
      <speaker rend="italic">Des.</speaker>
      <l n="3215">No by my Life, and Soule: send for the man,</l>
      <l n="3216">And aske him.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-oth">
      <speaker rend="italic">Oth.</speaker>
      <l n="3217">Sweet Soule, take heed, take heed of Periury,</l>
      <l n="3218">Thou art on thy death‑bed.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-des">
      <speaker rend="italic">Des.</speaker>
      <l n="3219">I, but not yet to dye.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-oth">
      <speaker rend="italic">Oth.</speaker>
      <l n="3220">Presently.</l>
      <l n="3221">Therefore confesse thee freely of thy sinne:</l>
      <l n="3222">For to deny each Article with Oath,</l>
      <l n="3223">Cannot remoue, nor choake the strong Conception</l>
      <l n="3224">That I do grone withall. Thou art to dye.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-des">
      <speaker rend="italic">Des.</speaker>
      <l n="3225">O Heauen haue mercy on me.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-oth">
      <speaker rend="italic">Oth.</speaker>
      <l n="3226">I say, Amen.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-des">
      <speaker rend="italic">Des.</speaker>
      <l n="3227">And haue you mercy too. I neuer did</l>
      <l n="3228">Offend you in my life: neuer lou'd<hi rend="italic">Cassio</hi>,</l>
      <l n="3229">But with such generall warrantie of Heauen,</l>
      <l n="3230">As I might loue. I neuer gaue him Token.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-oth">
      <speaker rend="italic">Oth.</speaker>
      <l n="3231">By Heauen I saw my Handkerchiefe in's hand.</l>
      <l n="3232">O periur'd woman, thou do'st stone my heart,</l>
      <l n="3233">And makes me call, what I intend to do,</l>
      <l n="3234">A Murther, which I thought a Sacrifice.</l>
      <l n="3235">I saw the Handkerchiefe.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-des">
      <speaker rend="italic">Des.</speaker>
      <l n="3236">He found it then:</l>
      <l n="3237">I neuer gaue it him: Send, for him hither:</l>
      <l n="3238">Let him confesse a truth.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-oth">
      <speaker rend="italic">Oth.</speaker>
      <l n="3239">He hath confest.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-des">
      <speaker rend="italic">Des.</speaker>
      <l n="3240">What, my Lord?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-oth">
      <speaker rend="italic">Oth.</speaker>
      <l n="3241">That he hath vs'd thee.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-des">
      <speaker rend="italic">Des.</speaker>
      <l n="3242">How? vnlawfully<c rend="italic">?</c>
      </l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-oth">
      <speaker rend="italic">Oth.</speaker>
      <l n="3243">I.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-des">
      <speaker rend="italic">Des.</speaker>
      <l n="3244">He will not say so.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-oth">
      <speaker rend="italic">Oth.</speaker>
      <l n="3245">No: his mouth is stopp'd:</l>
      <l n="3246">Honest<hi rend="italic">Iago</hi>hath 'tane order for't.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-des">
      <speaker rend="italic">Des.</speaker>
      <l n="3247">Oh, my feare interprets. What is he dead?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-oth">
      <speaker rend="italic">Oth.</speaker>
      <l n="3248">Had all his haires bin liues, my great Reuenge</l>
      <l n="3249">Had stomacke for them all.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-des">
      <speaker rend="italic">Des.</speaker>
      <l n="3250">Alas, he is betray'd, and I vndone.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-oth">
      <speaker rend="italic">Oth.</speaker>
      <l n="3251">Out Strumpet: weep'st thou for him to my face?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-des">
      <speaker rend="italic">Des.</speaker>
      <l n="3252">O banish me, my Lord, but kill me not.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-oth">
      <speaker rend="italic">Oth.</speaker>
      <l n="3253">Downe Strumpet.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-des">
      <speaker rend="italic">Des.</speaker>
      <l n="3254">Kill me to morrow, let me liue to night.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-oth">
      <speaker rend="italic">Oth.</speaker>
      <l n="3255">Nay, if you striue.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-des">
      <speaker rend="italic">Des.</speaker>
      <l n="3256">But halfe an houre.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-oth">
      <speaker rend="italic">Oth.</speaker>
      <l n="3257">Being done, there is no pawse.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-des">
      <speaker rend="italic">Des.</speaker>
      <l n="3258">But while I say one prayer.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-oth">
      <speaker rend="italic">Oth.</speaker>
      <l n="3259">It is too late.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="business">Smothers her.</stage>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="business">Æmilia at the doore.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-oth-emi">
      <speaker rend="italic">Æmil.</speaker>
      <l n="3260">My Lord, my Lord? What hoa?</l>
      <cb n="2"/>
      <l n="3261">My Lord, my Lord.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-oth">
      <speaker rend="italic">Oth.</speaker>
      <l n="3262">What noise is this? Not dead? not yet quite dead?</l>
      <l n="3263">I that am cruell, am yet mercifull,</l>
      <l n="3264">I would not haue thee linger in thy paine?</l>
      <l n="3265">So, so.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-emi">
      <speaker rend="italic">Æmil.</speaker>
      <stage rend="italic inline" type="business">within.</stage>
      <l n="3266">What hoa? my Lord, my Lord?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-oth">
      <speaker rend="italic">Oth.</speaker>
      <l n="3267">Who's there?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-emi">
      <speaker rend="italic">Æmil.</speaker>
      <l n="3268">Oh good my Lord, I would speake a word
      <lb/>with you.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-oth">
      <speaker rend="italic">Oth.</speaker>
      <l n="3269">Yes: 'Tis<hi rend="italic">Æmilia</hi>: by and by. Shee's dead.</l>
      <l n="3270">'Tis like she comes to speake of<hi rend="italic">Cassio</hi>'s death:</l>
      <l n="3271">The noise was high. Hah, no more moouing?</l>
      <l n="3272">Still as the Graue. Shall she come in? Wer't good?</l>
      <l n="3273">I thinke she stirres againe. No, what's best to do?</l>
      <l n="3274">If she come in, shee'l sure speake to my wife:</l>
      <l n="3275">My wife, my wife: what wife? I haue no wife.</l>
      <l n="3276">Oh insupportable! Oh heauy houre!</l>
      <l n="3277">Me thinkes, it should be now a huge Eclipse</l>
      <l n="3278">Of Sunne, and Moone; and that th'affrighted Globe</l>
      <l n="3279">Did yawne at Alteration.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-emi">
      <speaker rend="italic">Æmil.</speaker>
      <l n="3280">I do beseech you</l>
      <l n="3281">That I may speake with you. Oh good my Lord.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-oth">
      <speaker rend="italic">Oth.</speaker>
      <l n="3282">I had forgot thee: oh come in<hi rend="italic">Æmilia</hi>.</l>
      <l n="3283">Soft, by and by, let me the Curtaines draw.</l>
      <l n="3284">Where art thou? What's the matter with thee now?</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Æmilia.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-oth-emi">
      <speaker rend="italic">Æmil.</speaker>
      <l n="3285">Oh my good Lord, yonders foule Murthers
      <lb/>done.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-oth">
      <speaker rend="italic">Oth.</speaker>
      <l n="3286">What? now?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-emi">
      <speaker rend="italic">Æmil.</speaker>
      <l n="3287">But now, my Lord.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-oth">
      <speaker rend="italic">Oth.</speaker>
      <l n="3288">It is the very error of the Moone,</l>
      <l n="3289">She comes more neerer Earth then she was wont,</l>
      <l n="3290">And makes men mad.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-emi">
      <speaker rend="italic">Æmil.</speaker>
      <l n="3291">
         <hi rend="italic">Cassio</hi>, my Lord, hath kill'd</l>
      <l n="3292">A young Venetian, call'd<hi rend="italic">Rodorigo</hi>.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-oth">
      <speaker rend="italic">Oth.</speaker>
      <l n="3293">
         <hi rend="italic">Rodorigo</hi>kill'd? and<hi rend="italic">Cassio</hi>kill'd?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-emi">
      <speaker rend="italic">Æmil.</speaker>
      <l n="3294">No,<hi rend="italic">Cassio</hi>is not kill'd.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-oth">
      <speaker rend="italic">Oth.</speaker>
      <l n="3295">Not<hi rend="italic">Cassio</hi>kill'd? Then Murther's out of tune,</l>
      <l n="3296">And sweet Reuenge growes harsh.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-des">
      <speaker rend="italic">Des.</speaker>
      <l n="3297">O falsely, falsely murder'd.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-emi">
      <speaker rend="italic">Æmil.</speaker>
      <l n="3298">Alas! what cry is that<c rend="italic">?</c>
      </l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-oth">
      <speaker rend="italic">Oth.</speaker>
      <l n="3299">That? What?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-emi">
      <speaker rend="italic">Æmil.</speaker>
      <l n="3300">Out, and alas, that was my Ladies voice.</l>
      <l n="3301">Helpe, helpe hoa, helpe. Oh Ladie speake againe,</l>
      <l n="3302">Sweet<hi rend="italic">Desdemona</hi>, oh sweet Mistris, speake.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-des">
      <speaker rend="italic">Des.</speaker>
      <l n="3303">A guiltlesse death, I dye.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-emi">
      <speaker rend="italic">Æmil.</speaker>
      <l n="3304">Oh who hath done this deed?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-des">
      <speaker rend="italic">Des.</speaker>
      <l n="3305">No body: I my selfe, farewell:</l>
      <l n="3306">Commend me to my kinde Lord: oh farewell.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-oth">
      <speaker rend="italic">Oth.</speaker>
      <l n="3307">Why, how should she be murdred?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-emi">
      <speaker rend="italic">Æmil.</speaker>
      <l n="3308">Alas: who knowes?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-oth">
      <speaker rend="italic">Oth.</speaker>
      <l n="3309">You heare her say her selfe, it was not I.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-emi">
      <speaker rend="italic">Æmil.</speaker>
      <l n="3310">She said so: I must needs report the truth.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-oth">
      <speaker rend="italic">Oth.</speaker>
      <l n="3311">She's like a Liar gone to burning hell,</l>
      <l n="3312">'Twas I that kill'd her.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-emi">
      <speaker rend="italic">Æmil.</speaker>
      <l n="3313">Oh the more Angell she, and you the black­
      <lb/>er Diuell.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-oth">
      <speaker rend="italic">Oth.</speaker>
      <l n="3314">She turn'd to folly: and she was a whore.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-emi">
      <speaker rend="italic">Æmil.</speaker>
      <l n="3315">Thou do'st bely her, and thou art a diuell.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-oth">
      <speaker rend="italic">Oth.</speaker>
      <l n="3316">She was false as water.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-emi">
      <speaker rend="italic">Æmil.</speaker>
      <l n="3317">Thou art rash as fire, to say</l>
      <l n="3318">That she was false. Oh she was heauenly true.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-oth">
      <speaker rend="italic">Oth.</speaker>
      <l n="3319">
         <hi rend="italic">Cassio</hi>did top her: Ask thy husband else.</l>
      <l n="3320">O, I were damn'd beneath all depth in hell:</l>
      <l n="3321">But that I did proceed vpon iust grounds</l>
      <l n="3322">To this extremity. Thy Husband knew it all.</l>
   </sp>
   <pb facs="FFimg:axc0847-0.jpg" n="337"/>
   <cb n="1"/>
   <sp who="#F-oth-emi">
      <speaker rend="italic">Æmil.</speaker>
      <l n="3323">My Husband?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-oth">
      <speaker rend="italic">Oth.</speaker>
      <l n="3324">Thy Husband.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-emi">
      <speaker rend="italic">Æmil.</speaker>
      <l n="3325">That she was false to Wedlocke?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-oth">
      <speaker rend="italic">Oth.</speaker>
      <l n="3326">I, with<hi rend="italic">Cassio</hi>: had she bin true,</l>
      <l n="3327">If Heauen would make me such another world,</l>
      <l n="3328">Of one entyre and perfect Chrysolite,</l>
      <l n="3329">I'ld not haue sold her for it.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-emi">
      <speaker rend="italic">Æmil.</speaker>
      <l n="3330">My Husband?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-oth">
      <speaker rend="italic">Oth.</speaker>
      <l n="3331">I, 'twas he that told me on her first,</l>
      <l n="3332">An honest man he is, and hates the slime</l>
      <l n="3333">That stickes on filthy deeds.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-emi">
      <speaker rend="italic">Æmil.</speaker>
      <l n="3334">My Husband?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-oth">
      <speaker rend="italic">Oth.</speaker>
      <l n="3335">What needs this itterance, Woman?</l>
      <l n="3336">I say, thy Husband.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-emi">
      <speaker rend="italic">Æmil.</speaker>
      <l n="3337">Oh Mistris,</l>
      <l n="3338">Villany hath made mockes with loue:</l>
      <l n="3339">My Husband say she was false?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-oth">
      <speaker rend="italic">Oth.</speaker>
      <l n="3340">He, Woman;</l>
      <l n="3341">I say thy Husband: Do'st vnderstand the word?</l>
      <l n="3342">My Friend, thy Husband; honest, honest<hi rend="italic">Iago</hi>.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-emi">
      <speaker rend="italic">Æmil.</speaker>
      <l n="3343">If he say so, may his pernicious Soule</l>
      <l n="3344">Rot halfe a graine a day: he lyes to'th'heart,</l>
      <l n="3345">She was too fond of her most filthy Bargaine.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-oth">
      <speaker rend="italic">Oth.</speaker>
      <l n="3346">Hah?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-emi">
      <speaker rend="italic">Æmil.</speaker>
      <l n="3347">Do thy worst:</l>
      <l n="3348">This deede of thine is no more worthy Heauen,</l>
      <l n="3349">Then thou was't worthy her.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-oth">
      <speaker rend="italic">Oth.</speaker>
      <l n="3350">Peace, you were best.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-emi">
      <speaker rend="italic">Æmil.</speaker>
      <l n="3351">Thou hast not halfe that powre to do me harm,</l>
      <l n="3352">As I haue to be hurt. Oh Gull, oh dolt,</l>
      <l n="3353">As ignorant as durt: thou hast done a deed</l>
      <l n="3354">(I care not for thy Sword) Ile make thee known,</l>
      <l n="3355">Though I lost twenty liues. Helpe, helpe, hoa, helpe:</l>
      <l n="3356">The Moore hath kill'd my Mistris. Murther, murther.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Montano, Gratiano, and Iago.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-oth-mon">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mon.</speaker>
      <l n="3357">What is the matter? How now Generall?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-emi">
      <speaker rend="italic">Æmil.</speaker>
      <l n="3358">Oh, are you come,<hi rend="italic">Iago</hi>: you haue done well,</l>
      <l n="3359">That men must lay their Murthers on your necke.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-gra">
      <speaker rend="italic">Gra.</speaker>
      <l n="3360">What is the matter?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-emi">
      <speaker rend="italic">Æmil.</speaker>
      <l n="3361">Disproue this Villaine, if thou bee'st a man:</l>
      <l n="3362">He sayes, thou told'st him that his wife was false:</l>
      <l n="3363">I know thou did'st not: thou'rt not such a Villain.</l>
      <l n="3364">Speake, for my heart is full.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-iag">
      <speaker rend="italic">Iago.</speaker>
      <l n="3365">I told him what I thought,</l>
      <l n="3366">And told no more</l>
      <l n="3367">Then what he found himselfe was apt, and true.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-emi">
      <speaker rend="italic">Æmil.</speaker>
      <l n="3368">But did you euer tell him,</l>
      <l n="3369">She was false?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-iag">
      <speaker rend="italic">Iago.</speaker>
      <l n="3370">I did.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-emi">
      <speaker rend="italic">Æmil.</speaker>
      <l n="3371">You told a Lye an odious damned Lye:</l>
      <l n="3372">Vpon my Soule, a Lye; a wicked Lye.</l>
      <l n="3373">Shee false with<hi rend="italic">Cassio</hi>?</l>
      <l n="3374">Did you say with<hi rend="italic">Cassio</hi>?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-iag">
      <speaker rend="italic">Iago.</speaker>
      <l n="3375">With<hi rend="italic">Cassio</hi>, Mistris?</l>
      <l n="3376">Go too, charme your tongue.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-emi">
      <speaker rend="italic">Emil.</speaker>
      <l n="3377">I will not charme my Tongue;</l>
      <l n="3378">I am bound to speake,</l>
      <l n="3379">My Mistris heere lyes murthered in her bed.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-all">
      <speaker rend="italic">All.</speaker>
      <l n="3380">Oh Heauens, forefend.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-emi">
      <speaker rend="italic">Emil.</speaker>
      <l n="3381">And your reports haue set the Murder on.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-oth">
      <speaker rend="italic">Othello.</speaker>
      <l n="3382">Nay stare not Masters,</l>
      <l n="3383">It is true indeede.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-gra">
      <speaker rend="italic">Gra.</speaker>
      <l n="3384">'Tis a strange Truth.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-mon">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mont.</speaker>
      <l n="3385">O monstrous Acte.</l>
   </sp>
   <cb n="2"/>
   <sp who="#F-oth-emi">
      <speaker rend="italic">Emil.</speaker>
      <l n="3386">Villany, villany, villany:</l>
      <l n="3387">I thinke vpon't, I thinke: I smel't: O Villany:</l>
      <l n="3388">I thought so then: Ile kill my selfe for greefe.</l>
      <l n="3389">O villany! villany!</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-iag">
      <speaker rend="italic">Iago.</speaker>
      <l n="3390">What, are you mad?</l>
      <l n="3391">I charge you get you home.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-emi">
      <speaker rend="italic">Emil.</speaker>
      <l n="3392">Good Gentlemen, let me haue leaue to speake:</l>
      <l n="3393">'Tis proper I obey him; but not now:</l>
      <l n="3394">Perchance<hi rend="italic">Iago</hi>, I will ne're go home.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-oth">
      <speaker rend="italic">Oth.</speaker>
      <l n="3395">Oh, oh, oh.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-emi">
      <speaker rend="italic">Emil.</speaker>
      <l n="3396">Nay, lay thee downe, and roare:</l>
      <l n="3397">For thou hast kill'd the sweetest innocent,</l>
      <l n="3398">That ere did lift vp eye.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-oth">
      <speaker rend="italic">Oth.</speaker>
      <l n="3399">Oh she was fowle!</l>
      <l n="3400">I scarse did know you Vnkle, there lies your Neece,</l>
      <l n="3401">Whose breath (indeed) these hands haue newly stopp'd:</l>
      <l n="3402">I know this acte shewes horrible and grim.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-gra">
      <speaker rend="italic">Gra.</speaker>
      <l n="3403">Poore<hi rend="italic">Desdemon:</hi>
      </l>
      <l n="3404">I am glad thy Father's dead,</l>
      <l n="3405">Thy Match was mortall to him: and pure greefe</l>
      <l n="3406">Shore his old thred in twaine. Did he liue now,</l>
      <l n="3407">This sight would make him do a desperate turne:</l>
      <l n="3408">Yea, curse his better Angell from his side,</l>
      <l n="3409">And fall to Reprobance.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-oth">
      <speaker rend="italic">Oth.</speaker>
      <l n="3410">'Tis pittifull: but yet<hi rend="italic">Iago</hi>knowes</l>
      <l n="3411">That she with<hi rend="italic">Cassio</hi>, hath the Act of shame</l>
      <l n="3412">A thousand times committed.<hi rend="italic">Cassio</hi>confest it,</l>
      <l n="3413">And she did gratifie his amorous workes</l>
      <l n="3414">With that Recognizance and pledge of Loue</l>
      <l n="3415">Which I first gaue her: I saw it in his hand:</l>
      <l n="3416">It was a Handkerchiefe, an Antique Token</l>
      <l n="3417">My Father gaue my Mother.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-emi">
      <speaker rend="italic">Emil.</speaker>
      <l n="3418">Oh Heauen! oh heauenly Powres!</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-iag">
      <speaker rend="italic">Iago.</speaker>
      <l n="3419">Come, hold your peace.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-emi">
      <speaker rend="italic">Emil.</speaker>
      <l n="3420">'Twill out, 'twill out. I peace?</l>
      <l n="3421">No, I will speake as liberall as the North;</l>
      <l n="3422">Let Heauen, and Men, and Diuels, let them all,</l>
      <l n="3423">All, all, crie shame against me, yet Ile speake.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-iag">
      <speaker rend="italic">Iago.</speaker>
      <l n="3424">Be wise, and get you home.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-emi">
      <speaker rend="italic">Emil.</speaker>
      <l n="3425">I will not.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-gra">
      <speaker rend="italic">Gra.</speaker>
      <l n="3426">Fye, your Sword vpon a Woman.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-emi">
      <speaker rend="italic">Emil.</speaker>
      <l n="3427">Oh thou dull Moore,</l>
      <l n="3428">That Handkerchiefe thou speak'st of</l>
      <l n="3429">I found by Fortune, and did giue my Husband:</l>
      <l n="3430">For often, with a solemne earnestnesse,</l>
      <l n="3431">(More then indeed belong'd to such a Trifle)</l>
      <l n="3432">He begg'd of me, to steale't.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-iag">
      <speaker rend="italic">Iago.</speaker>
      <l n="3433">Villanous Whore.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-emi">
      <speaker rend="italic">Emil.</speaker>
      <l n="3434">She giue it<hi rend="italic">Cassio</hi>? No, alas I found it,</l>
      <l n="3435">And I did giu't my Husband.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-iag">
      <speaker rend="italic">Iago.</speaker>
      <l n="3436">Filth, thou lyest.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-emi">
      <speaker rend="italic">Emil.</speaker>
      <l n="3437">By Heauen I do not, I do not Gentlemen:</l>
      <l n="3438">Oh murd'rous Coxcombe, what should such a Foole</l>
      <l n="3439">Do with so good a wife?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-oth">
      <speaker rend="italic">Oth.</speaker>
      <l n="3440">Are there no stones in Heauen,</l>
      <l n="3441">But what serues for the Thunder?</l>
      <l n="3442">Precious Villaine.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-gra">
      <speaker rend="italic">Gra.</speaker>
      <l n="3443">The woman falles:</l>
      <l n="3444">Sure he hath kill'd his Wife.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-emi">
      <speaker rend="italic">Emil.</speaker>
      <l n="3445">I, I: oh lay me by my Mistris side.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-gra">
      <speaker rend="italic">Gra.</speaker>
      <l n="3446">Hee's gone, but his wife's kill'd.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-mon">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mon.</speaker>
      <l n="3447">'Tis a notorious Villain: take you this weapon</l>
      <l n="3448">Which I haue recouer'd from the Moore:</l>
      <l n="3449">Come guard the doore without, let him not passe,</l>
      <l n="3450">But kill him rather. Ile after that same villaine,</l>
      <l n="3451">For 'tis a damned Slaue.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exit.</stage>
   <pb facs="FFimg:axc0848-0.jpg" n="338"/>
   <sp who="#F-oth-oth">
      <speaker rend="italic">Oth.</speaker>
      <l n="3452">I am not valiant neither:</l>
      <l n="3453">But euery Punie whipster gets my Sword.</l>
      <l n="3454">But why should Honor out‑liue Honesty?</l>
      <l n="3455">Let it go all.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-emi">
      <speaker rend="italic">Æmil.</speaker>
      <l n="3456">What did thy Song boad Lady?</l>
      <l n="3457">Hearke, canst thou heare me<c rend="italic">?</c>I will play the Swan,</l>
      <l n="3458">And dye in Musicke:<hi rend="italic">Willough</hi>,<hi rend="italic">Willough</hi>,<hi rend="italic">Willough</hi>.</l>
      <l n="3459">Moore, she was chaste: She lou'd thee, cruell Moore,</l>
      <l n="3460">So come my Soule to blisse, as I speake true:</l>
      <l n="3461">So speaking as I thinke, alas, I dye.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-oth">
      <speaker rend="italic">Oth.</speaker>
      <l n="3462">I haue another weapon in this Chamber,</l>
      <l n="3463">It was a Sword of Spaine, the Ice brookes temper:</l>
      <l n="3464">Oh heere it is: Vnkle I must come forth.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-gra">
      <speaker rend="italic">Gra.</speaker>
      <l n="3465">If thou attempt it, it will cost thee deere;</l>
      <l n="3466">Thou hast no weapon, and perforce must suffer.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-oth">
      <speaker rend="italic">Oth.</speaker>
      <l n="3467">Looke in vpon me then, and speake with me,</l>
      <l n="3468">Or naked as I am I will assault thee.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-gra">
      <speaker rend="italic">Gra.</speaker>
      <l n="3469">What is the matter?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-oth">
      <speaker rend="italic">Othel.</speaker>
      <l n="3470">Behold, I haue a weapon:</l>
      <l n="3471">A better neuer did it selfe sustaine</l>
      <l n="3472">Vpon a Soldiers Thigh. I haue seene the day,</l>
      <l n="3473">That with this little Arme, and this good Sword,</l>
      <l n="3474">I haue made my way through more impediments</l>
      <l n="3475">Then twenty times your stop. But (oh vaine boast)</l>
      <l n="3476">Who can controll his Fate? 'Tis not so now.</l>
      <l n="3477">Be not affraid, though you do see me weapon'd:</l>
      <l n="3478">Heere is my iournies end, heere is my butt</l>
      <l n="3479">And verie Sea‑marke of my vtmost Saile.</l>
      <l n="3480">Do you go backe dismaid? 'Tis a lost feare:</l>
      <l n="3481">Man but a Rush against<hi rend="italic">Othello</hi>'s brest,</l>
      <l n="3482">And he retires. Where should<hi rend="italic">Othello</hi>go?</l>
      <l n="3483">Now: how dost thou looke now? Oh ill‑Starr'd wench,</l>
      <l n="3484">Pale as thy Smocke: when we shall meete at compt,</l>
      <l n="3485">This looke of thine will hurle my Soule from Heauen,</l>
      <l n="3486">And Fiends will snatch at it. Cold, cold, my Girle?</l>
      <l n="3487">Euen like thy Chastity. O cursed, cursed Slaue!</l>
      <l n="3488">Whip me ye Diuels,</l>
      <l n="3489">From the possession of this Heauenly sight:</l>
      <l n="3490">Blow me about in windes, roast me in Sulphure,</l>
      <l n="3491">Wash me in steepe‑downe gulfes of Liquid fire.</l>
      <l n="3492">Oh<hi rend="italic">Desdemon</hi>! dead<hi rend="italic">Desdemon</hi>: dead. Oh, oh!</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Lodouico, Cassio, Montano, and Iago,
      <lb/>with Officers.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-oth-lod">
      <speaker rend="italic">Lod.</speaker>
      <l n="3493">Where is this rash, and most vnfortunate man?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-oth">
      <speaker rend="italic">Oth.</speaker>
      <l n="3494">That's he that was<hi rend="italic">Othello:</hi>heere I am.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-lod">
      <speaker rend="italic">Lod.</speaker>
      <l n="3495">Where is that Viper?</l>
      <l n="3496">Bring the Villaine forth.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-oth">
      <speaker rend="italic">Oth.</speaker>
      <l n="3497">I look down towards his feet; but that's a Fable,</l>
      <l n="3498">If that thou bee'st a Diuell, I cannot kill thee.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-lod">
      <speaker rend="italic">Lod.</speaker>
      <l n="3499">Wrench his Sword from him.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-iag">
      <speaker rend="italic">Iago.</speaker>
      <l n="3500">I bleed Sir, but not kill'd.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-oth">
      <speaker rend="italic">Othel.</speaker>
      <l n="3501">I am not sorry neither, Il'd haue thee liue:</l>
      <l n="3502">For in my sense, 'tis happinesse to die.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-lod">
      <speaker rend="italic">Lod.</speaker>
      <l n="3503">Oh thou<hi rend="italic">Othello</hi>, that was once so good,</l>
      <l n="3504">Falne in the practise of a cursed Slaue,</l>
      <l n="3505">What shall be saide to thee.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-oth">
      <speaker rend="italic">Oth.</speaker>
      <l n="3506">Why any thing:</l>
      <l n="3507">An honourable Murderer, if you will:</l>
      <l n="3508">For nought I did in hate, but all in Honour.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-lod">
      <speaker rend="italic">Lod.</speaker>
      <l n="3509">This wretch hath part confest his Villany:</l>
      <l n="3510">Did you and he consent in<hi rend="italic">Cassio</hi>'s death.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-oth">
      <speaker rend="italic">Oth.</speaker>
      <l n="3511">I.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-cas">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cas.</speaker>
      <l n="3512">Deere Generall, I neuer gaue you cause.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-oth">
      <speaker rend="italic">Oth.</speaker>
      <l n="3513">I do beleeue it, and I aske your pardon:</l>
      <l n="3514">Will you, I pray, demand that demy‑Diuell,</l>
      <cb n="2"/>
      <l n="3515">Why he hath thus ensnar'd my Soule and Body.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-iag">
      <speaker rend="italic">Iag.</speaker>
      <l n="3516">Demand me nothing: what you know, you know:</l>
      <l n="3517">From this time forth, I neuer will speake word.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-lod">
      <speaker rend="italic">Lod.</speaker>
      <l n="3518">What? not to pray?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-gra">
      <speaker rend="italic">Gra.</speaker>
      <l n="3519">Torments will ope your lips.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-oth">
      <speaker rend="italic">Oth.</speaker>
      <l n="3520">Well, thou dost best.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-lod">
      <speaker rend="italic">Lod.</speaker>
      <l n="3521">Sir,</l>
      <l n="3522">You shall vnderstand what hath befalne,</l>
      <l n="3523">(Which, as I thinke, you know not) heere is a Letter</l>
      <l n="3524">Found in the pocket of the slaine<hi rend="italic">Rodorigo</hi>,</l>
      <l n="3525">And heere another, the one of them imports</l>
      <l n="3526">The death of<hi rend="italic">Cassio</hi>, to be vndertooke</l>
      <l n="3527">By<hi rend="italic">Rodorigo</hi>.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-oth">
      <speaker rend="italic">Oth.</speaker>
      <l n="3528">O Villaine!</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-cas">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cassio.</speaker>
      <l n="3529">Most Heathenish, and most grosse.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-lod">
      <speaker rend="italic">Lod.</speaker>
      <l n="3530">Now, heere's another discontented paper</l>
      <l n="3531">Found in his pocket too: and this it seems</l>
      <l n="3532">
         <hi rend="italic">Rodorigo</hi>meant t'haue sent this damned villaine:</l>
      <l n="3533">But that (belike)<hi rend="italic">Iago</hi>in the interim</l>
      <l n="3534">Came in, and satisfi'd him.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-oth">
      <speaker rend="italic">Oth.</speaker>
      <l n="3535">Oh thou pernitious Caitiffe;</l>
      <l n="3536">How came you (<hi rend="italic">Cassio</hi>) by that Handkerchiefe</l>
      <l n="3537">That was my wiues?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-cas">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cassio.</speaker>
      <l n="3538">I found it in my Chamber:</l>
      <l n="3539">And he himselfe confest it but euen now,</l>
      <l n="3540">That there he dropt it for a speciall purpose,</l>
      <l n="3541">Which wrought to his desire.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-oth">
      <speaker rend="italic">Othel.</speaker>
      <l n="3542">O Foole, foole, foole!</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-cas">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cassio.</speaker>
      <l n="3543">There is besides, in<hi rend="italic">Rodorigo's</hi>Letter,</l>
      <l n="3544">How he vpbraides<hi rend="italic">Iago</hi>, that he made him</l>
      <l n="3545">Braue me vpon the Watch: whereon it came</l>
      <l n="3546">That I was cast: and euen but now he spake</l>
      <l n="3547">(After long seeming dead)<hi rend="italic">Iago</hi>hurt him,</l>
      <l n="3548">
         <hi rend="italic">Iago</hi>set him on.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-lod">
      <speaker rend="italic">Lod.</speaker>
      <l n="3549">You must forsake this roome, and go with vs:</l>
      <l n="3550">Your Power, and your Command is taken off,</l>
      <l n="3551">And<hi rend="italic">Cassio</hi>rules in Cyprus. For this Slaue,</l>
      <l n="3552">If there be any cunning Crueltie,</l>
      <l n="3553">That can torment him much, and hold him long,</l>
      <l n="3554">It shall be his. You shall close Prisoner rest,</l>
      <l n="3555">Till that the Nature of your fault be knowne</l>
      <l n="3556">To the Venetian State. Come, bring away.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-oth">
      <speaker rend="italic">Oth.</speaker>
      <l n="3557">Soft you; a word or two before you goe:</l>
      <l n="3558">I haue done the State some seruice, and they know't:</l>
      <l n="3559">No more of that. I pray you in your Letters,</l>
      <l n="3560">When you shall these vnluckie deeds relate,</l>
      <l n="3561">Speake of me, as I am. Nothing extenuate,</l>
      <l n="3562">Nor set downe ought in malice.</l>
      <l n="3563">Then must you speake,</l>
      <l n="3564">Of one that lou'd not wisely, but too well:</l>
      <l n="3565">Of one, not easily Iealious, but being wrought,</l>
      <l n="3566">Perplexed in the extreame: Of one, whose hand</l>
      <l n="3567">(Like the base Iudean) threw a Pearle away</l>
      <l n="3568">Richer then all his Tribe: Of one, whose subdu'd Eyes,</l>
      <l n="3569">Albeit vn‑vsed to the melting moode,</l>
      <l n="3570">Drops teares as fast as the Arabian Trees</l>
      <l n="3571">Their Medicinable gumme. Set you downe this:</l>
      <l n="3572">And say besides, that in<hi rend="italic">Aleppo</hi>once,</l>
      <l n="3573">Where a malignant, and a Turbond‑Turke</l>
      <l n="3574">Beate a Venetian, and traduc'd the State,</l>
      <l n="3575">I tooke by th'throat the circumcised Dogge,</l>
      <l n="3576">And smoate him, thus.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-lod">
      <speaker rend="italic">Lod.</speaker>
      <l n="3577">Oh bloody period.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-gra">
      <speaker rend="italic">Gra.</speaker>
      <l n="3578">All that is spoke, is marr'd.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-oth">
      <speaker rend="italic">Oth.</speaker>
      <l n="3579">I kist thee, ere I kill'd thee: No way but this,</l>
      <l n="3580">Killing my selfe, to dye vpon a kisse.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="business">Dyes</stage>
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   <cb n="1"/>
   <sp who="#F-oth-cas">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cas.</speaker>
      <l n="3581">This did I feare, but thought he had no weapon:</l>
      <l n="3582">For he was great of heart.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-lod">
      <speaker rend="italic">Lod.</speaker>
      <l n="3583">Oh Sparton Dogge:</l>
      <l n="3584">More fell then Anguish, Hunger, or the Sea:</l>
      <l n="3585">Looke on the Tragicke Loading of this bed:</l>
      <l n="3586">This is thy worke:</l>
      <l n="3587">The Obiect poysons Sight,</l>
      <cb n="2"/>
      <l n="3588">Let it be hid.<hi rend="italic">Gratiano</hi>, keepe the house,</l>
      <l n="3589">And seize vpon the Fortunes of the Moore,</l>
      <l n="3590">For they succeede on you. To you, Lord Gouernor,</l>
      <l n="3591">Remaines the Censure of this hellish villaine:</l>
      <l n="3592">The Time, the Place, the Torture, oh inforce it:</l>
      <l n="3593">My selfe will straight aboord, and to the State,</l>
      <l n="3594">This heauie Act, with heauie heart relate.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exeunt.</stage>
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