Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Des. Kill me to morrow, let me liue to night.
Oth. Oth.
Oth. Nay, if you striue.
Des. Des.
Des. But halfe an houre.
Oth. Being done, there is no pawse.
Des. But while I say one prayer.
Oth. It is too late.
Oth. Smothers her.
Oth. Æmilia at the doore.
Æmil. Æmil.
Æmil. My Lord, my Lord? What hoa?
Æmil. My Lord, my Lord.
Oth. What noise is this? Not dead? not yet quite dead?
Oth. I that am cruell, am yet mercifull,
Oth. I would not haue thee linger in thy paine?