Good friend, go to him; for, by this light of heaven, I know not how I lost him. Here I kneel :- do How now, Roderigo ? Rod. I do not find that thou deal'st justly with me ? Jago. What in the contrary? Rod. Every day thou doff'st me with some device, lago 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. Lago. Will you hear me, Roderigo ? Rod. 'Faith, I have heard too much; for your words and performances are no kin together. lago. You charge me most unjustly. Rod. With nought but truth. I have wasted myself out of my ineans. 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. Jago. Well; go to; very well. Rod. Very well! go to ! I cannot go to man ; 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. Jago. You have said now. Rod. Ay, and I have said nothing, but what I protest inteudment of doing. lago. 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. Jago. I grant indeed, it hath not appeared; and your suspicion is not without wit and judg ment. 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 might show it: if thou the next night following enjoyest not Desdemona, * Requital. • Title. Put'st me off. 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. lago. O no; he goes into Mauritania, and takes away with him the fair Desdemoua, 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? lago. Why, by making him incapable of Othello's place; knocking out his brains. Rod. And that you would have me do? lago. Ay; if you dare do yourself a profit, and a right. He sups to-night with a barlot, and thither will I go to him ;-he knows not yet of his honourable fortune: if you will watch bis 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 Hot 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 ou him. It is now high supper-time, and the night grows to waste; about it. [Exeunt. Rod. I will hear further reason for this. lago. And you shall be satisfied. SCENE III.-Another Room in the Castle. Enter OTHELLO, LODOVICO, DESDEMONA, EMILIA, and Attendants. Lod. I do beseech you, Sir, trouble yourself no further. Oth. O pardon me; 'twill do me good to walk. Lod. Madam, good night; 1 humbly thank your ladyship. Des. Your honour is most welcome. Des. My lord? Des. It was his bidding; therefore, good Give me my nightly wearing, and adieu : Emil. I would, you had never seen him! Des. So would not I: my love doth so approve him, [frownsThat even his stubbornness, his checks, and (Pr'ythee_unpin me)--have grace and favour in them. Emil. I have laid those sheets you bade me on the bed. Des. All's one:-Good father! how foolish are our minds ! If I do die before thee, pr'ythee shroud me Emil. Come, come, you talk. Des. My mother had a maid called Barbara; She was in love; and he she lov'd prov'd mad, Į And did forsake her: she had a song of willow, An old thing 'twas, but it express'd her for tune, • Contrive means to destroy me. + Immediately. 1 Inconstant. OF VENICE And she died singing it: That song, to-night, And sing it like poor Barbara. Pr'ythee des- Emil. Shall I go fetch your night-gown? Emil. Why, would not you? date, t Emil. Nor 1 neither by this heavenly light; Des. Wouldst thou do such a deed for all the Emil. The world is a huge thing: 'Tis a Des. Beshrew me, if I would do such a wrong for the whole world. Eil. Why, the wrong is but a wrong i'the world; and, having the world for your labour, is a wrong in your own world, and you might quickly make it right. Des. I do not think there is any such woman. Me for more. But that my coat is better than thou think'st; [Draws, and wounds RODERICO, Rod. O I am slain ! [IAGO rushes from his post, cuts CASSIO behind in the Leg, and exit. Abridge our pin-money in a pet. + Sensation, Fished, Because he hears him say he has armour under his coat. Rod. O villain that I am! Cas. O help! ho! light! a surgeon! Oth. 'Tis he:-O brave Iago, honest, and just, That hast such noble sense of thy friend's wrong! Thou teachest me,-Minion, your dear lies dead, And your fate hies apace :-Strumpet, I come : Forth, of my heart those charms, thine eyes, are blotted; Thy bed, lust-stain'd, shall with lust's blood be spotted. [Exit OTHELLO. Enter LODOVICO and GRATIANO, at a distance. Cas. What, ho! no watch? no passage ?+ mur. der! murder ! Gra. 'Tis some mischance; the cry is very direful. Cas. O help! Lod. Hark! Gra. Here's one comes in his shirt, with light and weapons. Iago. Who's there? whose noise is this, that cries on murder ? Lod. We do not know. lago. Did you not hear a cry? Cas. Here, here; for heaven's sake, help me. 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 griev. ously? Cas. Iago? O Iam spoil'd, undone by villains! Give me some help. lago. O me, lieutenant! what villians have done this? Cas. I think, that one of them is hereabout, And cannot make away. lago. O treacherous villains! What are you there? come in, and give some belp. To LODOVICO and GRATIANO. Rod. O help me here. Cas. That's one of them. lago. O murderous slave! O villain ! [IAGO stabs RODERIGO. Rod. O damn'd Iago! O inhuman dog O! O! O! lago. Kill men i'the dark ?-Where be these lago. Who is't that cried? Bian. O my dear Cassio! my sweet Cassio ! O Cassio! Cassio! Cassio! Jago. 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. Jago. Lend me a garter: So.-O for a chair, To bear him easily hence! Bian. Alas, he faints:-O Cassio! 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, Rod erigo. Gra. What, of Venice? Iago. Even he, Sir; did you know him? Iago. Signior Gratiano? I cry you gentle par don; [ners, These bloody accidents must excuse my manThat so neglected you. Gra. I am glad to see you. Jago. 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, Was my dear friend: What malice was between you? Cas. None in the world; nor do I know the know of Cassio where he supp'd tonight : What, do you shake at that? Bian. He supp'd at my house, but I there fore shake not. Jago. O did he so? I charge you, go with me. As you that thus abuse ine. Emil. As I fob! fie upon thee! lage. Kind gentlemen, let's go see poor Cas sio 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, [A side. Bian. What is the matter, ho? who is't that That either makes me, or fordoes me quite. cried ? [Exeunt. • Out. + No passengers. Thick, cloudy. | • Undoes. 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 !— can thy light relume. When I have I cannot give it vital life again, 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, venly; It strikes, where it doth love.-She wakes- Oth. Ay, Desdemona. Des. Will you come to bed, my lord? Oth. Have you pray'd to-night, Desdemona? Des. Ay, my lord. 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: Oth. Think on thy sins. Des. They are loves I bear to you. Oth. Ay, and for that thou diest. [tion, Therefore confess thee freely of thy sin; Des. And have you mercy too!-I never did Oth. By heaven, I saw my handkerchief in his hand. O perjur'd woman! thou dost stone my heart, Des. He found it then; I never gave it him :-Send for him hither, Oth. He hath confess'd. Oth. That he hath-us'd thee Des. He'll not say so. Oth. No, his mouth is stopp'd; Honest Iago hath ta'en order for❜t. ↑ Des. My fear interprets then,-What, is he dead? Oth. Had all his hairs been lives, my great revenge Had stomach for them all. Des. Alas! he is betray'd, and I undone. to my face? Des. O banish me, my lord, but kill me quite dead? 1, that am cruel, and yet merciful; I would not have thee linger in thy pain.- Emil. [Within.] What ho! my lord, my Emil. [Within.] O good my lord, I would speak a word with you. Oth. Yes;-'tis Emilia :-by and by.-She's dead. '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 : Des. That death's unnatural, that kills for My wife! my wife! what wife ?—I have no Emil. [Within.] I do beseech you I may speak with you, O good my lord! Oth. Ha! Emil. Do thy worst: This deed of thine is no more worthy heaven, Uth. I had forgot thee: O come in, Emi-Than thou wast worthy her. lia: Soft,-by and by :-Let me the curtains draw.Where art thou? What's the matter with thee [Unlocks the door. now ? Emil. Thou dost belie her, and thou art a Oth. She was false as water. Oth. Thy husband. Emil. That she was false to wedlock? Oth. Ay, with Cassio. Nay, had she been true, If heaven would make me such another world of one entire and perfect chrysolite, I'd not have sold her for it. Emil. My husband? Oth. Ay, 'twas he that told me first; An honest man he is, and hates the slime That sticks on filthy deeds. Emil. My husband? Oth. What needs this iterance, say, thy husband. woman? I Emil. O mistress, villany hath made mocks with love! My husband say, that she was false? Oth. Peace, you were best. Emil. Thou hast not half the power to do me barm, As I have to be hurt. O gull! O dolt! Though I lost twenty lives:-Help! help, ho! help! The Moor has kill'd my mistress; Murder! murder ! Enter MONTANO, GRATIANO, and IAGO. Mon. What is the matter?-How now, general ? Emil. O are you come, lago? you have done well, That men must lay their murders on your neck. He Gra. What is the matter? Emil. Disprove this villain, if thou be'st a man: says, thou told'st him that his wife was false: I know thou did'st not, thou'rt not such a vil[kin; Speak, for my heart is full. lago. I told him what I thought; and told Emil. You told a lie; an odious, damned lie; Upon my soul, a lie; a wicked lie: She false with Cassio?-Did you say, with Cassio? Iago. With Cassio, mistress; Go to, charm your tongue. Emil. I will not charm my tongue; I am bound to speak ; My mistress here lies murder'd in her bed. Emil. And your reports have set the murder on. Oth. Nay, stare not, masters; it is true, indeed. Gra. 'Tis a strange truth. Mon. O monstrous act! Emil. Villany, villany, villany! I think upon't,-I think,-I smell't;-0 villany! I thought so then ;-I'll kill myself for grief.— O villany, villany! lago. What, are you mad? I charge you, get Thy match was mortal to him, and pure grief Oth. 'Tis pitiful: But yet lago knows, fess'd it: |