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A bedchamber in the castle: DESDEMONA in bed asleep; a light burning.
Enter OTHELLO
OTHELLO
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It is | the cause,| it is | the cause |(my soul)
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Let me | not name | it to | you, you / chaste
stars,
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It is | the cause.| Yet I'll | not shed | her
blood,
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Nor scar | that whit|er skin | of hers,| than
snow,
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And smooth | as mon|ument|al al|abast||er:
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Yet | she must die,| else she'll be|tray more
men:
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Put^out | the light,| and then | put^out | the
light:
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If I / quench thee,| thou flam|ing min|ister,
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I can | again | thy form|er light | restore,
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Should I re|pent me.| But once | put out | thy light,
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3 , , o
Thou cun|ningst pat|tern of excel|ling na|ture,
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I know | not where | is that | Prometh|ean heat
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That can | thy light | relume.
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When I | have plucked | thy rose,
(tri with prev)
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I can|not give | it vit|al growth | again,
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It needs must with|er. I'll | smell thee | on
the tree.
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Oh bal|my breath,| that dost | almost | persuade
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Justice | to break | her sword.| One^more,|
one^more:
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Be thus | when thou | art dead,| and I will |
kill thee,
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And love thee after. One more, and that's the last,
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So sweet,| was nere | so fat|al. I | must weep,
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But they | are cruel | tears: this | sorrow's |
heavenly,
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It strikes,| where^it | doth love.| She wakes.
DESDEMONA
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,
Who's^there?| Othel|lo?
OTHELLO
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Aye | Desde|mona.
DESDEMONA
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, ,
oo
Will you | come to | bed, my | lord?|
OTHELLO
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Have you | prayed tonight, Des|demo|na?
DESDEMONA
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Aye my | lord. \\
OTHELLO
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If you | bethink | yourself | of an|y crime
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Unrec|onciled | as yet | to heaven,| and grace,
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Soli|cit for | it straight.
DESDEMONA
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Alack,| my lord,
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What may | you mean | by that? \\
OTHELLO
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Well, do / it, and | be brief,| I will / walk
by:
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I would | not kill | thy un|prepar|ed
spirit,
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No,| heavens | forfend,| I would | not kill || thy soul.
DESDEMONA
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Talk you | of kil|ling?
OTHELLO
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Aye,| I do.
DESDEMONA
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,
Then heaven | have mer|cy on | me. \\
OTHELLO
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Amen,| with all | my heart. \\
DESDEMONA
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If you | say, I | hope you | will not | kill me.
OTHELLO
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Hum. \\
DESDEMONA
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And yet | I fear | you: for | you're fat|al then
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When your eyes | roll so.
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Why I should | fear, I
| know* not, ??
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Since guiltiness I know not: but yet I
feel I fear. ????
OTHELLO
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,
Think on | thy sins.
DESDEMONA
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They are loves | I bear | to you.
OTHELLO
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Aye, and | for that | thou diest. \\
DESDEMONA
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That death's | unnat/ural, that | kills for |
loving.
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Alas,| why gnaw | you so | your neth|er lip?
, , ,
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Some^bloo|dy pas|sion shakes | your ve|ry frame:
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These^are / portents:| but yet | I hope,| I hope,
,
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They do | not point | on me.
OTHELLO
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Peace, and | be still.
DESDEMONA
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2
I will | so: What's | the mat|ter?
OTHELLO
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That hand|kerchief
,
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Which I so loved, and gave thee, thou gavst to Cassio. ????
DESDEMONA
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No by | my life,| and soul:| send for | the man,
,
And ask | him.
OTHELLO
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Sweet soul,| take heed, take | heed of | perjury*,
, , ,
Thou art | on thy / deathbed.
DESDEMONA
, T T .
T
Aye, but | not yet to die. (tri with
prev)
OTHELLO
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Present|ly: \\
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Therefore | confess | thee free|ly of | thy sin:
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For to | deny | each^art|icle | with oath,
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2->
Cannot | remove,| nor choke | the strong |
concep||tion
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That I | do groan | withal.| Thou art | to die.
DESDEMONA
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2
O Heaven | have mer|cy on | me.
OTHELLO
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I say,| amen.
DESDEMONA
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And have | you mer|cy too.| I nev|er did
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Offend | you in my | life: never loved | Cassio,
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But with | such gene|ral war|ranty | of heaven,
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As I | might^love.| I nev|er gave | him token.
OTHELLO
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By heaven | I saw | my hand|kerchief | in his
hand.
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O per|jured wom|an, thou | dost^stone | my heart,
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And makest | me call,| what I | intend | to do,
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A murd|er, which | I thought | a sac|rifice.
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I saw | the hand|kerchief.
DESDEMONA
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He found | it then:
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I nev|er gave | it him:| send, for him | hither:
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Let him | confess | a truth.
OTHELLO
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He hath | confessed.
DESDEMONA
What, my lord?
OTHELLO
That he hath used thee.
DESDEMONA
How? Unlawfully?
OTHELLO
Aye.
DESDEMONA
, ,
He will / not say | so.
OTHELLO
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No:| his mouth | is stopped:
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Honest | Iago | hath tane | order | for it.
DESDEMONA
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Oh, my | fear in|terprets.| What is | he dead?
OTHELLO
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Had all | his hairs | been lives,| my great |
revenge
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Had stom|ach for | them all. \\
DESDEMONA
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oo
Alas,| he is | betrayed,| and I | undone.|
OTHELLO
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T , , ,
Out strumpet: weepst | thou for | him to my face?
DESDEMONA
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O ban|ish me,| my lord,| but kill | me not.
OTHELLO
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Down | strumpet. \\
DESDEMONA
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Kill me | tomor|row, let | me live | tonight.
OTHELLO
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Nay, if | you strive.
DESDEMONA
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But half | an hour.
OTHELLO
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Being | done, there | is no | pause.
DESDEMONA
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T oo
But while I | say one prayer.|
OTHELLO
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oo
It | is | too | late.|
(tetra with prev three)
[He smothers her]
EMILIA
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My lord,| my lord?| what ho?
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My lord,| my lord.
OTHELLO
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What noise | is this?| Not dead?| Not yet quite
|| dead?
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I / that am | cruel, am | yet mer/ciful,
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I would | not have | thee lin|ger in | thy pain?
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So,| so.
EMILIA
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What ho?| My lord,| my lord?
OTHELLO
Who's there?
EMILIA
Oh good my lord, I would speak a word with you.
OTHELLO
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Yes: 'tis | Emil|ia: By | and by.| She's dead.
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'Tis like | she comes | to speak | of Cas|sio's death:
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The noise | was high.| Hah, no more | moving?
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Still as the | grave. Shall | she come | in? Were
it | good?
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I || think she | stirs again. No,| what's best
| to do? ??
, ,
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If she | come^in,| she'll sure | speak to | my
wife:
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My wife,| my wife:| what^wife?| I have | no^wife.
, ,
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Oh in|support|able!/ O hea|vy hour!
, ,
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Methinks | it should | be now | a huge | eclipse
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Of sun,| and moon;| and that | the affright|ed
globe
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Did yawn | at alt|era|tion.
EMILIA
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2->
I | do beseech || you
, ,
, ,
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That I | may speak | with you.| Oh good | my
lord.
OTHELLO
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I had for|got thee:| oh come | in E|milia.
T T . T ,
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Soft, by and by,| let me | the curt|ains draw.
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Where art | thou? What's | the mat|ter with |
thee now?
EMILIA
Oh my good lord, yonder's foul murders done.
OTHELLO
What? Now?
EMILIA
But now, my lord.
OTHELLO
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It is | the ve|ry er|ror of | the moon,
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She comes | more* near|er earth | than she | was
wont,
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And makes men mad.
EMILIA
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Cassio,| my lord,| hath killed
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A young | Vene|tian, called | Rode|rigo.
OTHELLO
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Rode|rigo | killed? And | Cass|io killed?
EMILIA
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No, Cas/sio | is not | killed.|
OTHELLO
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Not Cas|sio killed?| Then murd|er's out | of
tune,
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. T T T
And sweet | revenge grows harsh. \\
DESDEMONA
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O false|ly, false|ly murd|ered. \\
EMILIA
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Alas!| What cry | is that?
OTHELLO
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That?| What?
EMILIA
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Out, and | alas,| that was | my la|dy's voice.
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Help, help ho, help. O lady speak again,
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Sweet^Des|demo|na, O / sweet mis|tress, speak.
DESDEMONA
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A guilt|less death,| I die.
EMILIA
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Oh who | hath done | this deed?
DESDEMONA
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Nobody:| I myself,| farewell:
(tri with prev two)
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T T T
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Commend | me to my | kind lord: oh |
farewell.
[Dies]
OTHELLO
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Why*, how | should she | be murd|ered?
EMILIA
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Alas:| who knows?
OTHELLO
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You heard | her say | herself,| it was | not^I.
EMILIA
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She said | so: I | must^needs | report | the
truth.
OTHELLO
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She's like | a li|ar gone | to burn|ing
hell.
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'Twas I | that killed | her. \\
EMILIA
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Oh the more angel she, and you the
blacker devil. ????
OTHELLO
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She turned | to fol|ly: and | she was | a
whore.
EMILIA
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Thou dost | belie | her, and | thou art | a
devil.
OTHELLO
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She was | false as | water. \\
EMILIA
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Thou art | rash as | fire,| to say
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That she | was false.| Oh* she | was heaven|ly
true.
OTHELLO
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Cassio | did top | her: ask | thy hus|band else.
, ,
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O, I | were damned | beneath | all depth in
hell:
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T T T
But that | I did | proceed | upon just grounds
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To this ex|tremity.| Thy hus|band knew | it all.
EMILIA
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My hus|band?
OTHELLO
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Thy | husband.
EMILIA
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T ->
That she was | false to || wedlock?
OTHELLO
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Aye,| with Cas|sio: had | she been true,
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If heaven | would make | me such | anoth|er world,
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Of one | entire | and per|fect chrys|olite,
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I'd not | have sold | her for | it.
EMILIA
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My | husband?
OTHELLO
T T T ,
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Aye, 'twas he | that told | me on | her
first,
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An hon|est man | he is,| and hates | the slime
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That sticks | on filth|y deeds.
EMILIA
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My hus|band?
OTHELLO
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What needs | this it/terance,| woman?
,
,
I say,|
thy hus|band.
EMILIA
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O | mistress,
,
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,
Villan|y hath / made mocks | with
love,
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, ,
My hus|band say | that she | was false?
(tetra with prev three)
OTHELLO
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He,| woman; \\
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,
,
I say thy husband: dost^understand the
word? ????
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My friend,| thy hus|band; hon|est, hon|est
Ia||go.
EMILIA
, , ,
, ,
If he | say* so,| may his | perni|cious soul
T T .
T , , 2 ,
Rot half a grain | a day:| he lies | to the
heart,
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She was | too* fond | of her most | filthy | bargain.
OTHELLO
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Ha?
EMILIA
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Do thy | worst: \\
,
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This deed | of thine | is no more worth|y
heaven,
,
, ,
Than thou | wast worth|y her.
OTHELLO
, ,
Peace, you | were best.
EMILIA
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, ,
Thou hast | not half | that power | to do | me
harm,
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As I | have to | be hurt.| O gull,| O dolt,
, ,
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As ig|norant | as dirt:| thou hast done | a deed
, ,
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(I care | not for | thy sword)| I'll make |
thee known,
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Though I lost^twenty lives. Help, help, ho, help:
,
, , , ,
->
The Moor | hath killed | my mist|ress.
Murd|er, murd||er.
[Enter MONTANO, GRATIANO, IAGO, and others]
MONTANO
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What | is the mat|ter? How | now gen/eral?
EMILIA
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Oh, are you | come, I|ago:| you have / done well,
,
, , , ,
That men | must lay | their murd|ers on | your
neck.
GRATIANO
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What is the | matter? \\
EMILIA
, ,
, ,
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Disprove | this vil|lain, if | thou beest | a
man:
, ,
, ,
,
He says,| thou toldst | him that | his wife |
was false:
, ,
, ,
2 ,
I know | thou didst | not: thou'rt | not such a
| villain.
,
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Speak, for | my heart | is full. \\
IAGO
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,
I told | him what | I thought,
, ,
And told | no more
, , ,
, ,
Than what | he found | himself | was apt,| and
true.
EMILIA
,
, ,
But did | you ev|er tell | him,
, ,
She | was false?
IAGO
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I did. \\
EMILIA
, ,
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You told | a lie | an od|ious damn|ed lie:
, ,
, , ,
Upon | my soul,| a lie;| a wick|ed lie.
, ,
2
She false | with Cas|sio?
, ,
, 3 3->
Did | you say | with Cas||sio?
IAGO
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With Cas|sio, mist|ress?
T T T
,
Go to, charm | your tongue. (tri with prev)
EMILIA
, ,
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I will / not charm | my tongue;
2 , ,
I am bound | to speak,
,
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My mist|ress here | lies murd/ered in | her bed.
ALL
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O heavens,| forfend.
EMILIA
,
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And your | reports | have set | the murd|er on.
OTHELLO
T T T ,
Nay stare not | masters,
2 , ,
It is true | indeed.
GRATIANO
, ,
'Tis a / strange truth.
MONTANO
, ,
O monst|rous act. (di with prev)
EMILIA
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2 , 2
Villany,| villany,| villany: \\
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2->
I think | upon
it,| I think:| I smell it:| O* villan||y:
, ,
, ,
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I thought | so then:| I'll kill | myself | for grief.
x
x
O villan|y!
Villan|y!
IAGO
, T T T
What,| are you mad?
,
, ,
I charge | you get | you home. \\
EMILIA
, ,
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Good gent/lemen,| let me | have leave | to speak:
, , ,
, ,
'Tis prop|er I | obey | him; but / not now:
, , ,
, ,
Perchance | Ia|go, I | will nere | go home.
OTHELLO
T T T
Oh, oh, oh.
[He falls on the bed]
EMILIA
, , ,
Nay* lay |
thee down,| and roar;
, ,
, ,
,
For thou | hast killed | the sweet|est in|nocent,
, ,
,
That ere | did lift | up eye.
OTHELLO
, ,
Oh* she | was foul!
, ,
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I scarce | did know | you uncle:| there* lies
| your niece,
, T T T
, ,
Whose | breath (in|deed) these hands | have new|ly stopped:
, ,
, , ,
I know | this act | shows hor/rible | and grim.
GRATIANO
, ,
Poor* Des|demo|na: \\
2 ,
, ,
I am glad | thy fath|er's dead, \\ ??
,
, ,
, ,
Thy match | was mort|al to | him: and / pure
grief
T .
T T , ,
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Shore his old thread | in twain.| Did he |
live now,
, ,
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,
This sight | would make | him do | a
des|perate turn:
T T . T
, ,
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Yea, curse his bet|ter an|gel from | his side,
,
, ,
And fall | to rep|robance. \\
OTHELLO
, , , , ,
'Tis pit|iful:| but yet | Ia|go knows
,
, 2 , ,
,
That she | with Cas|sio, hath | the act | of
shame
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3 x
A thous|and times | commit|ted. Cas|sio confessed it,
, ,
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And she | did gra|tify | his am|orous works
, ,
, , ,
With that | recog|nizance | and pledge | of love
2 , ,
, , ,
Which I first | gave her:| I saw | it in | his
hand:
, ,
, . T T
Tx
It was | a hand|kerchief,| an antique token
, , ,
My fath|er gave | my moth|er. \\
EMILIA
x x
x
Oh* heaven!| O* heaven|ly powers!
IAGO
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Come,| hold your | peace.
EMILIA
, ,
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'Twill^out,| 'twill^out.| I peace?
(tri with prev two)
, ,
, , ,
No, I | will speak | as libe|ral as | the
north:
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Let heaven,| and men,| and dev|ils, let | them all,
T T T , , ,
,
All, all, cry | shame a|gainst me,| yet I'll ||
speak.
IAGO
, ,
,
Be | wise, and | get you | home.
EMILIA
2 ,
I will not.
GRATIANO
, , , ,
oo
Fie, your | sword u|pon a | woman.|
EMILIA
T T T ,
Oh thou dull | Moor,
, 2
,
2->
That | handkerchief | thou speakst || of
, ,
, , ,
->
I found | by for|tune, and | did give | my
hus||band:
, ,
2 , ,
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For | often,| with a sol|emn earn|estness,
, ,
, ,
x
(More than | indeed | belonged | to such | a trifle)
, , ,
He begged | of me,| to steal | it.
IAGO
, 2 ,
Vil|lanous whore.
EMILIA
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2 , , ,
She give it | Cassio?| No, a|las I | found it,
, x
,
And I | did give it | my hus|band.
IAGO
, x
Filth,| thou liest.
EMILIA
x , ,
, , 2
By heaven | I do | not, I | do not | gentlemen:
, 2
, , T T
. T
Oh murd|erous cox|comb, what | should such a
fool
,
, ,
Do with | so good | a wife?
OTHELLO
, , x
Are there | no stones | in heaven,
,
, 2 ,
But what | serves for the | thunder? (tri
with prev two)
, ,
Precious | villain. \\
GRATIANO
, ,
The wom|an falls:
,
, ,
Sure he | hath killed | his wife.
EMILIA
T T
T , , ,
T ->
Aye, aye: oh | lay me |
by my | mistress'|| side.
GRATIANO
T T
, ,
oo
He's gone,| but his / wife's killed.|
MONTANO
, 2 ,
2 , , 2
,
'Tis a no|torious | villain:| take you this |
weapon
, ,
, ,
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Which^I | have here | recov|ered from | the Moor:
,
, ,
2 , ,
Come* guard | the door | without,| let him not |
pass, ??
,
, , 2
, ,
But || kill him | rather.| I'll aft|er that
same | villain,
, , ,
For 'tis | a damn|ed slave. \\
[Exeunt MONTANO and GRATIANO]
OTHELLO
, , ,
, oo
I am | not val/iant | neither:|
, , , ,
,
But ev|er pu|ny whip|ster gets | my sword.
,
x T T T
,
But why | should honor | outlive hon||esty?
, ,
Let it | go^all. \\
EMILIA
, ,
, , oo
What did | thy song | bode | lady?|
,
, ,
, ,
Hark, canst^|thou hear | me? I | will play |
the swan,
, , ,
, , ->
And die | in mus|ic. Wil|low, wil|low, wil||low.
,
2 , , , ,
Moor,| she was chaste:| she loved | thee,
cru|el Moor;
, ,
, , ,
So come | my soul | to bliss,| as I / speak
true:
, , ,
, ,
So speak|ing as | I think,| alas,| I die.
[Dies]
OTHELLO
, , , ,
, o
I have | anoth|er weap|on in | this chamb|er,
, 2 ,
, T T T
o
It is a | sword of | Spain, the | ice-brook's temp|er:
(hex with prev)
, ,
, 2 T T T
Oh here | it is:| Uncle I | must come forth.
GRATIANO
, ,
, , ,
If thou | attempt | it, it | will cost | thee
dear;
,
, ,
, x
Thou hast | no weap|on and | perforce | must
suffer.
OTHELLO
, ,
, , ,
Look in | upon | me then,| and speak | with me,
, ,
, ,
, ->
Or nak|ed as | I am | I will | assault || thee.
GRATIANO
, 2
, 2
What | is the mat|ter?
OTHELLO
, , 2
,
Behold,| I have a | weapon:
,
, ,
, ,
A bet|ter nev|er did | itself | sustain
,
, , 2
, ,
Upon | a sol|dier's thigh.| I have seen | the
day,
, ,
, , ,
That with | this lit|tle arm,| and this / good sword,
2 ,
, , ,
,
I have made | my way | through more |
imped|iments
,
, ,
, ,
Than twen|ty times | your stop.| But (oh / vain
boast)
,
, , ,
,
Who can | control | his fate?| 'Tis not | so now.
,
, ,
2 , ,
Be not | afraid,| though you do | see me |
weaponed:
,
, ,
, ,
Here is | my journ|ey's end,| here is | my butt
, ,
, , ,
And ve|ry sea-|mark of | my ut|most^sail.
, ,
, ,
,
Do you | go back | dismayed?| 'tis a / lost fear:
,
, ,
, ,
Man but | a rush | against | Othel|lo's breast,
,
, ,
, ,
And he | retires.| Where should | Othel|lo go?
,
, ,
Tx T T
Now: how | dost thou | look now?| O ill-starred wench,
??
,
, , , ,
Pale as | thy smock:| when we | shall meet | at
compt,
,
, ,
, x
This^look | 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! ????
T T T ,
Whip me ye | devils, \\
,
, , x
,
From the | posses|sion of | this heaven|ly sight:
,
, ,
, 2 ,
Blow me | about | in winds,| roast me in |
sulphur,
, 2
T T T
, ,
Wash me in | steep-down gulfs | of li|quid fire.
, ,
, , , ,
, ,
Oh Desdemona! Dead Desdemona: dead. Oh, oh! ????
[Enter LODOVICO. MONTANO, CASSIO carried in a chair, and Officers with IAGO,
prisoner]
LODOVICO
,
, , , 2
,
Where is | this rash,| and most | unfor|tunate
man?
OTHELLO
,
, , , ,
That's he | that was | Othel|lo: here | I am.
LODOVICO
,
,
Where is | that vip|er?
, ,
,
Bring | the vil|lain
forth.
OTHELLO
2 , x
, ,
,
I look^down | towards his | feet; but | that's a
| fable, ??
, 2 ,
x , ,
If that thou | beest a | devil, I | cannot | kill thee.
LODOVICO
,
, 2
Wrench his | sword from him.
IAGO
, , ,
I bleed | sir, but / not killed.
OTHELLO
, 2 ,
, , ,
I am not | sorry | neither,| I'd have | thee
live:
, , , ,
,
For in | my sense,| 'tis hap|piness | to die.
LODOVICO
, ,
, ,
,
Oh thou | Othel|lo, that | was once | so good,
x
, ,
, ,
Fallen in | the prac|tice of | a curs|ed slave,
,
, ,
What shall | be said | to thee.
OTHELLO
, ,
Why an|ything:
, ,
, 2 ,
,
An hon|ora|ble murd|erer, if | you will;
, ,
, ,
x
For nought | I did | in hate,| but all | in honor.
LODOVICO
, ,
, , ,
This wretch | hath part | confessed | his
vil|lany:
, ,
, , 2
,
Did you | and he | consent | in Cas|sio's death.
OTHELLO
,
Aye.
CASSIO
,
, , ,
Dear*| general,| I nev|er gave | you cause.
OTHELLO
, x , , ,
I do | believe it,| and I | ask your | pardon:
,
, , , x
Will you,| I pray,| demand | that de|mi-devil,
, 2 ,
, ,
,
Why he hath^/thus en|snared my | soul and | body.
IAGO
, ,
, ,
,
Demand | me noth|ing: what | you know,| you know:
, , ,
, ,
From this | time^forth,| I nev|er will
/ speak word.
LODOVICO
__ ,
__
What?| Not to | pray?
GRATIANO
, ,
,
Torments | will ope | your lips.
OTHELLO
__ , __
Well,| thou dost | best. (tri with prev
two)
LODOVICO
,
Sir, \\
,
, ,
, ,
You shall | under|stand what | hath be|fallen,
, 2
, T T
T 2 x
(Which, as I | think, you | know not). Here | is
a letter
, 2 , , ,
x
Found in the | pocket | of the | slain Ro|derigo,
,
, x ,
,
And here | anoth|er, The one | of them | imports
, ,
, 2 , ,
The death | of Cas|sio,| to be und|ertook
, ,
By Rod|eri|go.
OTHELLO
, ,
O | villain!
CASSIO
, ,
T T T
Most heath/enish,| and most gross. (tetra with
prev)
LODOVICO
,
, , ,
, ->
Now* here's | anoth|er dis|content|ed pap||er
, 2 , , , ,
Found | in his pock|et too:| and this | it seems
,
, 2 , ,
,
Roderi|go meant | to have sent | this damned
| villain:
,
. T Tx T 2 ,
,
But that |(belike) Iago | in the int|erim
??
,
, ,
Came^in,| and sat|isfied | him. \\
OTHELLO
,
, ,
O the | pernic|ious cait|iff; \\
, , 2
, , ,
How came | you (Cas|sio) by | that hand|kerchief
, ,
That was | my wife's?
CASSIO
x
, ,
I found it | in my | chamber:
, , x , ,
And he | himself | confessed it | but ev|en now,
, , ,
2 , ,
That there | he dropped | it for a | special | purpose,
, , ,
Which wrought | to his | desire.
OTHELLO
T
T T __
O fool, fool,|
fool! (tri with prev)
CASSIO
, , , ,
x
There is | besides,| in Rod|eri|go's letter,
, ,
, , ,
How he | upbraids | Iago,| that he | made him
,
, , , ,
Brave me | upon | the watch:| whereon | it came
, ,
, 2 ,
,
That I | was cast:| and ev|en but now | he spake
, __
, , , ,
(After | long | seeming | dead) I|ago | hurt him,
, ,
,
Ia|go set | him on. \\
LODOVICO
, , ,
, ,
You must | forsake | this room,| and go | with
us:
x ,
, ,
,
Your power,| and your | command | is tak|en off,
,
, ,
, ,
And Cas|sio rules | in Cyp|rus. For / this slave,
, , , ,
,
If there | be an|y cun|ning cru|elty,
,
, , ,
,
That can | torment | him much,| and hold | him
long,
,
, ,
, 2 ,
It shall | be his.| You shall | close^pris|oner
rest, ??
,
, , , ,
Till that | the na|ture of | your fault | be known
, ,
, T T .
T
To the | Vene|tian state.| Come, bring away.
OTHELLO
,
, ,
, ,
Soft you;| a word | or two | before | you go:
2 ,
, ,
, x
I have done | the state | some serv|ice, and |
they know it:
, ,
, , 2
,
No more | of that.| I pray | you in your |
letters,
, ,
, ,
,
When you | shall these | unluck|y deeds | relate,
,
, , , 2
, 2
Speak of | me, as | I am.| Nothing ex|tenuate,
,
, x
Nor set | down aught | in malice.
, ,
Then must
| you speak,
, , , , ,
Of one | that loved | not* wise|ly, but^/too
well:
,
, 2 ,
, 2 ,
Of one,| not eas|ily jeal|ous, but | being
wrought,
, ,
2 , ,
,
Perplex|ed in | the extreme:| of one,| whose
hand
T . T
T
2 ,
, ,
(Like the base Ind|ian) threw | a pearl | away
, ,
, , ,
, ->
Richer | than all | his tribe:| of one,| whose^sub||dued^eyes,
x
, 2 , ,
Albeit | unused | to the melt|ing mood,
T T
. T , 2 ,
,
Drop tears as fast | as the A|rabi|an trees
2 ,
2 , ,
T T T
Their medic|inable / gum. Set | you down this:
, ,
, , ,
And say | besides,| that in | Alep|po once,
,
, ,
, ,
Where a | malig|nant, and | a tur|baned Turk
,
, ,
, ,
Beat a | Vene|tian, and | traduced | the state,
, 2
, , , ___
I took | by the throat | the cir|cumcised | dog,
, ,
And smote | him, thus.
LODOVICO
, , ,
O bloo|dy per|iod.
GRATIANO
,
, __
All that's | spoke, is | marred.
OTHELLO
<- , ,
, __ T T T
__
I kissed | thee, ere || I killed | thee:| no
way but | this,
,
, ,
, ,
Killing | myself,| to die | upon | a kiss.
[Falls on the bed, and dies]
CASSIO
, 2 ,
, ,
,
This did I | fear, but | thought he | had no | weapon:
, , ,
For he | was great | of heart.
LODOVICO
, ,
O Spart|an dog:
, ,
, ,
,
More fell | than an|guish, hun|ger, or | the sea.
,
, , , ,
Look on | the trag|ic load|ing of | this^bed:
,
,
This is | thy work:
, ,
,
The ob|ject* pois|ons sight,
, ,
, , ,
Let it | be hid.| Gratia|no, keep | the house,
,
, ,
, ,
And seize | upon | the for|tunes of | the Moor,
, 2 ,
, ,
, 2
For they suc|ceed on | you. To | you, lord |
governor,
, , , 2
, ,
Remains | the cens|ure of this | hellish |
villain:
, ,
, ,
x
The time,| the place,| the tor|ture: oh | enforce it:
, ,
, ,
,
Myself | will straight | aboard,| and to | the
state,
, ,
, ,
,
This hea|vy act,| with hea|vy heart | relate.
[Exeunt]