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Othello

Act V, Scene 2

A bedchamber in the castle: DESDEMONA in bed asleep; a light burning. Enter OTHELLO
 
OTHELLO
       ,            ,         ,         ,          ,
      It is | the cause,| it is | the cause |(my soul)
       ,             ,        ,                 ,     ,
      Let me | not name | it to | you, you / chaste stars,
          ,         ,           ,          ,          ,
      It is | the cause.| Yet I'll | not shed | her blood,
            ,          ,        ,         ,           ,
      Nor scar | that whi|ter skin | of hers,| than snow,
             ,         ,    ,       ,   ,       ->
5     And smooth | as mon|umen|tal al|abas||ter:
       ,       2      ,      ,        2     T    T   T
      Yet | she must die,| else she'll be|tray more men:
       ,              ,           ,         ,          ,
      Put out | the light,| and then | put out | the light:
                ,     ,          ,        ,     ,
      If I / quench thee,| thou fla|ming mi|nister,
         ,       ,         ,        ,         ,
      I can | again | thy for|mer light | restore,
         ,    2     ,             ,         ,          ,
10    Should I re|pent me.| But once | put out | thy light,
            ,          ,      3  3   ,        ,      o
      Thou cun|ningst pat|tern of excel|ling na|ture,
          ,          ,          ,        ,    2    ,
      I know | not where | is that | Prome|thean heat
            ,          ,         ,
      That can | thy light | relume.
           ,           ,            ,
      When I | have plucked | thy rose,    (trimeter?)
         ,        ,        ,        ,        ,
15    I can|not give | it vi|tal growth | again,
           ,           ,         ,      ,            2      ,
      It needs | must wi|ther. I'll | smell thee | on the tree.
 
[Kissing her]
          ,        ,            ,        ,         ,
      Oh bal|my breath,| that dost | almost | persuade
       ,             ,           ,           ,          ,
      Justice | to break | her sword.| One^more,| one^more:
           ,           ,          ,     ,   2         ,
      Be thus | when thou | art dead,| and I will | kill thee,
            ,          ,       ,      ,           ,            __  ->
20    And love | thee af|ter. One | more, and | that's the || last,
           ,           ,        ,      ,           ,  ->
      So sweet,| was nere | so fa|tal. I || must weep,
       ,               ,       ,            ,            x      ->
      But they | are cruel | tears: this | sorrow's || heavenly,
            ,        ,               ,          ,
      It strikes,| where it | doth love.| She wakes.
 
DESDEMONA
              ,        ,
      Who's^there?| Othel|lo?
 
OTHELLO
                               ,     ,     ,
25                            Aye | Desde|mona.
 
DESDEMONA
        ,          ,        ,          ,
      Will you | come to | bed, my | lord?
 
OTHELLO
      <-              ,          ,      ,     ,
        Have | you prayed || tonight,| Desde|mona?
 
DESDEMONA
                                                    ,        __
                                                   Aye my | lord.
 
OTHELLO
          ,        ,           ,       ,      ,
      If you | bethink | yourself | of a|ny crime
         ,      ,         ,          x           ,
30    Unre|conciled | as yet | to heaven | and grace,
         ,      ,           ,
      Soli|cit for | it straight.
 
DESDEMONA
                                     ,         ,
                                  Alack,| my lord,
            ,          ,         ,
      What may | you mean | by that?
 
OTHELLO
      <-  ,    ,                   ,                ,   ,
        Well, do / it, and || be brief;| I will / walk by:
      <-    ,           ,          ,     ,      ,  
35      I would | not kill || thy un|prepa|red spi|rit;
      <- ,    ,              ,        ,           ,          ,
        No,| heavens || forfend,| I would | not kill | thy soul.
 
DESDEMONA
      <-  ,             ,
        Talk you || of kil|ling?
 
OTHELLO
                                  ,       ,
                                 Aye,| I do.
 
DESDEMONA
              x           ,       ,      2->
      Then heaven | have mer||cy on | me.
 
OTHELLO
        ,          ,         ,
40    Amen,| with all | my heart.
 
DESDEMONA
      <-    ,          ,       ,          ,          ,
        If you || say so,| I hope | you will | not kill | me.
 
OTHELLO
                                                               ,
                                                              Hum.
 
DESDEMONA
           ,        ,          ,            ,       ,
      And yet | I fear | you; for | you're fa|tal then
          2       ,      ,        ,   2           ,        ,
      When your eyes | roll so.| Why I should | fear I | know not,
              ,      ,        ,    ___        ,         ,        ,  ->
      Since guil|tiness | I know | not:| but yet || I feel | I fear.
 
OTHELLO
        ,              ,
45    Think on | thy sins.
 
DESDEMONA
                            ,           ,         ,        ,  ->
                          They are || loves I | bear to | you.
 
OTHELLO
       ,                ,            ,    ->
      Aye,/ and for | that thou || diest.
 
DESDEMONA
                ,        ,   3 3         ,          ,
      That | death's un|natural that | kills for | loving.
        ,          ,         ,         ,       ,
      Alas,| why gnaw | you so | your ne|ther lip?
             ,      ,          ,           ,      ,
50    Some bloo|dy pas|sion shakes | your ve|ry frame:
                   ,   ,          ,        ,        ,
      These are / portents;| but yet | I hope,| I hope,
            ,         ,         ,
      They do | not point | on me.
 
OTHELLO
                                     ,               ,
                                   Peace, and | be still.
 
DESDEMONA
          ,           ,          ,
      I will | so: What's | the mat|ter?
 
OTHELLO
      <-      ,        ,            ,        ,           ,
55      That hand|kerchief || which I | so loved | and gave | thee
      <-  ,      ,           ,  2  ->
        Thou | gavest to || Cassio.
 
DESDEMONA
       ,           ,          ,      ,              ,  ->
      No by | my life,| and soul:| send for || the man,
           ,
      And ask | him.
 
OTHELLO
                       ,       T     T    T            ,        ,     , ->
                     Sweet | soul, take heed,|| take heed | of per|jury,
            ,      2      ,     ,
      Thou art | on thy death||bed.
 
DESDEMONA
                                     ,               ,        ,
60                                  Aye,/ but not | yet to | die.
 
OTHELLO
                                                                   ,
                                                                  Pre/sently:
        ,              ,           ,      ,        ,
      Therefore | confess | thee free|ly of | thy sin:
       ,          ,         ,    ,           ,
      For to | deny | each^ar|ticle | with oath,
       ,           ,          ,            ,         ,       2->
      Cannot | remove,| nor choke | the strong | concep||tion
           ,        ,         ,          ,        ,
      That I | do groan | withal.| Thou art | to die.
 
DESDEMONA
           x           ,      ,      2
65    O Heaven | have mer|cy on | me.
 
OTHELLO
                                          ,      ,
                                       I say,| amen.
 
DESDEMONA
            ,         ,      ,       ,      ,
      And have | you mer|cy too.| I ne|ver did
          ,       3  3     ,     ,        ,    ,
      Offend | you in my life:| never | loved Cas/sio,
            ,          ,   2    ,      ,         x
      But with | such gen|eral war|ranty | of heaven,
         ,           ,       ,       ,         ,      2->
70    As I | might love.| I ne|ver gave | him to||ken.
 
OTHELLO
            x        ,         ,       ,       2      ,
      By heaven | I saw | my hand|kerchief | in his hand.
         ,         ,        ,           ,          ,
      O per|jured wo|man, thou | dost stone | my heart,
             ,          ,         ,       ,        ,
      And makest | me call,| what I | intend | to do,
         ,         ,          ,         ,      ,
      A mur|der, which | I thought | a sac|rifice.
         ,          ,       ,
75    I saw | the hand|kerchief.
 
DESDEMONA
                                      ,          ,
                                 He found | it then:
         ,       ,        ,      ,      2       ,
      I ne|ver gave | it him:| send, for him | hither;
       ,             ,        ,
      Let him | confess | a truth.
 
OTHELLO
                                        ,          ,
                                   He hath | confessed.
 
DESDEMONA
        ,          ,
80    What, my | lord?
 
OTHELLO
                             ,          ,
                       That he | hath used | thee.
 
DESDEMONA
      <- ,        ,    2
        How?|| Unlaw|fully?
 
OTHELLO
                            ,
                           Aye.
 
DESDEMONA
                                     ,         ,
                                He will | not say | so.
 
OTHELLO
      <- ,          ,           ,    ->
        No:|| his mouth | is stopped;
       ,        x            ,      ,       ,     ->
85    Honest | Iago | hath tane || order | for it.
 
DESDEMONA
       ,         ,      ,            ,            ,  ->
      Oh, my | fear in|terprets.|| What is | he dead?
 
OTHELLO
           ,          ,            ,           ,         ,  ->
      Had all | his hairs | been lives,|| my great | revenge
           ,        ,          ,
      Had sto|mach for | them all.
 
DESDEMONA
        ,        ,        ,         ,       ,
      Alas,| he is | betrayed,| and I | undone.
 
OTHELLO
      ___     ,           ,           ,          2     ,
90    Out | strumpet:| weepst thou | for him | to my face?
 
DESDEMONA
         ,       ,        ,          ,        ,
      O ban|ish me,| my lord,| but kill | me not.
 
OTHELLO
       __      ,
      Down | strumpet.
 
DESDEMONA
        ,          ,        ,          ,        ,   ->
      Kill me | tomor|row, let || me live | tonight.
 
OTHELLO
       ,               ,
      Nay, if | you strive.
 
DESDEMONA
                                 ,          ,  ->
95                         But half || an hour.
 
OTHELLO
       ,        ,            ,       ___
      Being | done, there | is no | pause.
 
DESDEMONA
       ,       2     T   T     T     oo
      But while I | say one prayer.|
 
OTHELLO
      __   __   ___    __    oo
      It | is | too | late.|
 
[He smothers her]
 
EMILIA [Within]
           ,         ,          ,        ,         ,
      My lord,| my lord?| what ho?| My lord,| my lord.
     
 
OTHELLO
             ,          ,          ,     T   T    T        ,
      What noise | is this?| Not dead?| Not yet quite || dead?
      ,               ,          ,   ,
100   I / that am | cruel, am | yet mer/ciful,
          ,           ,          ,       ,         ,
      I would | not have | thee lin|ger in | thy pain?
      __   __
      So,| so.
 
EMILIA [Within]
                     ,        ,         ,
               What ho?| My lord,| my lord?
 
OTHELLO
Who's there?
 
EMILIA [Within]
Oh good my lord, I would speak a word with you.
 
OTHELLO
       ,            ,  2    ,        ,           ,
      Yes: 'tis | Emi|lia: By | and by.| She's dead.
             ,          ,          ,         ,    2     ,
105   'Tis like | she comes | to speak | of Cas|sio's death:
            ,           ,     T    T   T     ,
      The noise | was high.| Hah, no more | moving?
        ,              ,            ,          ,       2     ,
      Still as | the grave.| Shall she | come in?| Were it good?
          ,           ,        ,     T    T      T         , ->
      I think | she stirs | again.| No, what's best || to do?
        2      ,                   ,    ,       2     ,
      If she come | in, she'll / sure speak | to my wife:
           ,         ,           ,        ,         ,
110   My wife,| my wife:| what wife?| I have | no wife.
         ,     ,          ,  ,       ,
      O in|suppor|table!/ O hea|vy hour!
           ,           ,         ,        ,        ,
      Methinks | it should | be now | a huge | eclipse
          ,          ,          ,       2    ,         ,
      Of sun,| and moon;| and that | the affrigh|ted globe
            ,        ,    ,
      Did yawn | at al|tera|tion.
 
EMILIA [Within]
                                  ,     2    ,         2->
115                               I | do beseech || you
           ,         ,           ,         ,         ,
      That I | may speak | with you.| Oh good | my lord.
 
OTHELLO
      ,    2     ,          ,         ,    , 2
      I had for|got thee:| oh come | in E|milia.
        ,    ,      ,    ,            ,          ,
      Soft, by and by,| let me | the cur|tains draw.  ????
             ,             ,          ,        ,          ,
      Where art | thou? What's | the mat|ter with | thee now?
 
EMILIA
Oh my good lord, yonder's foul murders done.
 
OTHELLO
       __    ___
120   What?| Now?
 
EMILIA
                      ,         ,    oo
                 But now,| my lord.|
 
OTHELLO
          ,        ,     ,      ,         ,
      It is | the ve|ry er|ror of | the moon;
            ,           ,        ,           ,          ,
      She comes | more nea|rer earth | than she | was wont,
            ,      T   T
      And makes | men mad.
 
EMILIA
                           T   3  3     ,            ,
125                       Cas|sio, my lord,| hath killed
          ,        ,          ,      ,    ,
      A young | Vene|tian, called | Rode|rigo.
 
OTHELLO
          ,        ,          ,   2     ,
      Roderi|go killed?| And Cas|sio killed?
 
EMILIA
      <- __     ,            ,     ,
         No,|| Cassi|o is / not killed.
 
OTHELLO
      <-     ,   2     ,            ,         ,         ,
        Not Cas|sio killed?|| Then mur|der's out | of tune,
      <-      ,         ,        T     T
130     And sweet | revenge || grows harsh.
 
DESDEMONA
                                            T     ,         ,        ,
                                            O | falsely,| falsely | murdered.
 
EMILIA
        ,          ,         ,
      Alas!| What cry | is that?
 
OTHELLO
                                 __     __
                                That?| What?
 
EMILIA
       ,           ,      ,            ,        ,
      Out, and | alas,| that was | my la|dy's voice.
        T     T   T     T   T  T      ,         ,  ->
135   Help, help ho,| help. O la|dy speak || again,
             ,     ,           ,    ,            ,   ->
      Sweet^Des|demo|na, O / sweet mis||tress, speak.
 
DESDEMONA
          ,          ,        ,    oo
      A guilt|less death,| I die.|
 
EMILIA
          ,           ,           ,
      Oh who | hath done | this deed?
 
DESDEMONA
                                      T T T    T  T  T          ,
                                     Nobody:|| I myself,| farewell:
           ,     ,        T   T    T     T   T   T    oo
140   Commend | me to || my kind lord:| oh farewell.|
 
[Dies]
 
OTHELLO
      ___    ,            ,        ,
      Why,| how should | she be | murdered?
 
EMILIA
                                             ,           ,   ->
                                           Alas:|| who knows?
 
OTHELLO
            ,          ,         ,        ,         , ->
      You heard | her say | herself,| it was || not I.
 
EMILIA
            ,        ,          ,         ,           ,
      She said | so: I | must^needs | report || the truth.
 
OTHELLO
              ,       ,      ,        ,          ,  ->
145   She's like | a li|ar gone | to bur||ning hell:
            ,           ,         ->
      'Twas I | that killed | her.
 
EMILIA
       ,      2      ,       ,         ,          ,        x
      Oh | the more^an||gel she,| and you | the black|er devil.
 
OTHELLO
      <-       ,          ,       ,         ,        ,
        She turned || to fol|ly: and | she was | a whore.
 
EMILIA
      <-       ,        ,        2      ,       2    x
        Thou dost || belie | her, and thou | art a devil.
 
OTHELLO
      <- ,          ,          ,
150     She was | false as || water.
 
EMILIA
                                      ,          ,        ,         ,
                                    Thou art | rash as | fire,| to say
            ,          ,         ,           x        ,
      That she | was false.| Oh she | was heaven|ly true.
 
OTHELLO
       ,  2         ,          ,         ,         ,
      Cassio | did top | her: ask | thy hus|band else.
      ,              ,         ,           ,          ,
      O, I | were damned | beneath | all depth | in hell:
       ,            ,         ,             ,     ,
155   But that | I did | proceed | upon / just grounds
       ,     2    ,   2         ,         ,        ,
      To this ex|tremity.| Thy hus|band knew | it all.
 
EMILIA
          ,
      My hus|band?
 
OTHELLO
                    ,     ,
                   Thy | husband.
 
EMILIA
                                   ,     2        ,          T   T  ->
                                 That she was | false to || wedlock?
 
OTHELLO
       T          ,   2    ,       2       ,
      Aye,| with Cas|sio: had | she been true,
            x             ,         ,      ,        ,
160   If heaven | would make | me such | ano|ther world,
          ,        ,         ,         ,      ,
      Of one | entire | and Per|fect chry|solite,
           ,           ,           x
      I'd not | have sold | her for it.
 
EMILIA
                                           ,
                                       My hus|band?
 
OTHELLO
      <- ,            ,          ,        ,         ,
        Aye,|| 'twas he | that told | me on | her first,
      <-    ,        ,        ,         ,           ,
        An ho||nest man | he is,| and hates | the slime
      <-        ,          ,        ,
165     That sticks || on fil|thy deeds.
 
EMILIA
                                            ,        ->
                                        My hus|band?
 
OTHELLO
             ,           ,     2      ,      ,    ,         ,     2->
      What needs | this it||terance, wo|man? I | say thy | husband.
 
EMILIA
         ,           ,    2    ,           ,            ,
      O mis||tress, vil|lany hath | made^mocks | with love,
          ,         ,          ,          ,
      My hus||band say | that she | was false?
 
OTHELLO
                                               __    ,
170                                            He,| woman;
         ,         ,          ,      2    ,           ,
      I say | thy hus|band: dost | understand | the word?
            ,          ,         ,        ,       x    2->
      My friend,| thy hus|band; ho|nest, ho|nest Ia||go.
 
EMILIA
          ,        ,    ,            ,         ,
      If he | say so,| may his | perni|cious soul
       ,             ,        ,         ,      2      ,
      Rot half | a grain | a day:| he lies | to the heart,
       ,              ,      2      ,     ,        ,
175   She was | too fond | of her most | filthy | bargain.
 
OTHELLO
      __
      Ha?
 
EMILIA
          ,         ,
         Do thy | worst:
               ,         ,          T   T   T         x   ->
      This | deed of | thine is || no more wor|thy heaven,
             ,          ,        ,
      Than thou | wast wor||thy her.
 
OTHELLO
                                       ,                 ,  ->
180                                  Peace, you | were best.
 
EMILIA
             ,          ,            x         ,        ,  ->
      Thou hast | not half || that power | to do | me harm
         ,     ,             ,        ,        ,
      As I | have to || be hurt.| O gull,| O dolt,
      <-    ,     ,          ,      ,           ,        ,
        As ig|norant || as dirt:| thou hast | done a | deed
      <-       ,          ,          ,            ,           ,
        (I | care not || for thy | sword)| I'll make | thee known,
      <-       ,           ,       ,       T     T    T     ,
185     Though I || lost^twen|ty lives.| Help, help, ho,| help:
      <-         ,            ,         ,          ,        ,
        The || Moor hath | killed my | mistress.| Murder,| murder.
 
[Enter MONTANO, GRATIANO, IAGO, and others]
 
MONTANO
        ,    2       ,        T   T   T   2    o
      What is the | matter?| How now gen|eral?
 
EMILIA
       ,     2        ,     ,                  ,    ,
      Oh, are you | come, I|ago:| you have / done well,
            ,          ,           ,        ,          ,
      That men | must lay | their mur|ders on | your neck.
 
GRATIANO
        ,    2       ,
190   What is the | matter?
 
EMILIA
      <-     ,           ,         ,           ,        ,  ->
        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.
        ,               ,          ,
      Speak, for | my heart | is full.
 
IAGO
          ,          ,         ,            ,         ,
195   I told | him what | I thought,| and told | no more
             ,         ,          ,         ,          ,
      Than what | he found | himself | was apt,| and true.
 
EMILIA
           ,        ,       ,          ,          ,
      But did | you e|ver tell | him, she | was false?
 
IAGO
         ,
      I did.
 
EMILIA
                  ,       ,       ,   2    ,        ,  ->
            You told | a lie | an o|dious dam||ned lie:
        ,         ,       ,        ,       ,  ->
      Upon | my soul,| a lie;| a wick||ed lie.
            ,           ,   2    ,         ,
200   She false | with Cas|sio? Did | you say
            ,    ,
      With Cas|sio?
 
IAGO
                          ,   2    ,         o
                    With Cas|sio, mis|tress?
       T  T    T             ,
      Go to, charm | your tongue.
 
EMILIA
                                           ,    ,           ,    ->
                                 I will / not charm || my tongue;
       2     ,          ,         ,          ,
205   I am bound | to speak:| My mis|tress here
            ,         ,        ,
      Lies mur|dered in | her bed.
 
ALL
                                        x           ,
                                   O heavens,| forfend.
 
EMILIA
            ,        ,           ,         ,       ,
      And your | reports | have set | the mur|der on.
 
OTHELLO
       T    T    T     ,          2     ,       ,
      Nay stare not | masters,| it is true,| indeed.
 
GRATIANO
                  ,      ,
210   'Tis a / strange truth.
 
MONTANO
                                 ,          ,
                              O mon|strous act.
 
EMILIA
      <- ,  2       ,  2      ,  2          ,        x          ,
        Villany,|| villany,| villany:| I think | upon it,| I think:
             x        ,     ,        ,           ,
      I smell it:| O vil|lany:| I thought | so then.
             ,        ,          ,        ,    2    ,     2  ->
      I'll kill | myself | for grief.| O vil|lany! Vil||lany!
 
IAGO
        ,       2     ,         ,          ,          ,
215   What,| are you mad?| I charge | you get | you home.
 
EMILIA
        ,   ,            ,              ,          ,
      Good gen/tlemen,| let me | have leave | to speak:
            ,      ,     ,                ,   ,
      'Tis pro|per 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
                        ,           ,          ,
220                Nay lay | thee down,| and roar;
            ,            ,           ,        ,     ,
      For thou | hast killed | the swee|test in|nocent,
            ,          ,        ,
      That ere | did lift | up eye.
 
OTHELLO [Rising]
                                       ,          ,
                                   Oh she | was foul!
           ,           ,         ,        ,       ,            ,   ->
      I scarce | did know | you un|cle, there | lies your || niece,
                 ,         ,             ,           ,         ___   ->
225   Whose | breath (in|deed) these | hands have | newly || stopped:
          ,          ,      ,    ,                 ,  ->
      I know | this act | shows hor/rible || and grim.
 
GRATIANO
            ,     ,     ,        ,          ,          ,  ->
      Poor Des|demo|na: I | am glad || thy fa|ther's dead:
            ,          ,       ,                 ,    ,   ->
      Thy match | was mor|tal to || him: and / pure grief
        ,                ,          ,           ,         ,  ->
      Shore his | old^thread | in twain.|| Did he | live now,
             ,             ,         ,       ,     2     ,  ->
230   This sight | would make | him do || a des|perate turn,
            ,          ,       ,        ,          ,  ->
      Yea curse | his bet|ter an||gel from | his side,
            ,        ,      ,
      And fall | to re|probance.
 
OTHELLO
            ,    ,         ,     ,      ,
      'Tis pi|tiful:| but yet | Ia|go knows
            ,          ,   2     ,         ,         ,
      That she | with Cas|sio, hath | the act | of shame
          ,         ,         ,        ,   3 3         x
235   A thou|sand times | commit|ted. Cas|sio confessed it,
           ,         ,     ,        ,   2     ,
      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:
       ,           ,       ,       2    ,      ,
      It was | a hand|kerchief,| an antique | token
          ,        ,        ,
240   My fa|ther gave | my mo|ther.
 
EMILIA
                                    ,     x           ,           x   ->
                                    O | heaven! O || heaven|ly powers!
 
IAGO
       __      ,          ___
      Come,| hold your | peace.
 
EMILIA
              ,            ,        ,
      'Twill^out,| 'twill^out:| I peace?
      <- ,             ,         ,   2    ,         ,
        No, I | will speak || as li|beral as | the north:
      <-       x          ,          ,        ,          ,
245     Let heaven,| and men,|| and de|vils, 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
                                       T   T   T
                                       I will not.
 
[IAGO offers to stab EMILIA]
 
GRATIANO
      <- ,             ,      ,       ,
        Fie, your || sword u|pon a | woman.
 
EMILIA
                                            T   T    T       ,  ->
250                                         O thou dull || Moor,
               ,       ,             ,
      That | handker|chief thou | speakst of
      <-    ,          ,         ,          ,        ,        o
        I found || by for|tune, and | did give | my hus|band:
           ,        ,       ,       ,        ,
      For of|ten, with | a so|lemn ear|nestness,
         ,      2     ,        ,          ,       ,
      (More than in|deed be|longed to | such a | trifle)
            ,         ,        ,
255   He begged | of me,| to steal | it.
 
IAGO
                                          ,     2     ,
                                         Vil|lanous whore.
 
EMILIA
       ,      2      ,  2     ,     ,         ,
      She give it | Cassio?| No, a|las I | found it,
          ,           x         ,
      And I | did give it | my hus|band.
 
IAGO
                                           ,            ,
                                         Filth,| thou liest.
 
EMILIA
           x         ,    ,           ,     ,   2
260   By heaven | I do | not, I | do not | gentlemen:
         ,     2    ,    ,                   ,        ,
      O mur|derous 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?
      <- ,           ,
265     Precious || villain.
 
[He runs at IAGO, IAGO from behind stabs EMILIA, and exit]
 
GRATIANO
                                  ,       ,       ,               ,
                             The wo|man falls:| Sure he | hath killed
            ,
      His wife.
 
EMILIA
                 T    T    T    ,        ,        ,          __  ->
                Aye, aye: oh | lay me | by my || mistress'| side.
 
GRATIANO
             ,                ,       ,
      He's gone,| but his / wife's killed.
 
MONTANO
        ,   2    ,  2      ,          ,     2        ,
      'Tis a no|torious | villain:| take you this | weapon,
            ,          ,       ,         ,          ,
270   Which^I | have here | reco|vered from | the Moor:
              ,           ,         ,       2     ,      ,
      Come* guard | the door | without,| let him not | pass,
      <-         ,         ,             ,    2       ,     ,
        But || kill him | rather.| I'll af|ter that same | villain,
            ,       ,        ,
      For 'tis | a dam|ned slave.
 
[Exeunt MONTANO and GRATIANO]
 
OTHELLO
                                 ,   2       ,  2       ,      ->
                                 I am not | valiant || neither:
          ,      ,      ,         ,          ,   ->
275   But e|ver pu|ny whip|ster gets || my sword.
           ,            ,      ,        ,      , ->
      But why | should ho|nor out|live^ho||nesty?
       ,           ,
      Let it | go all.
 
EMILIA
                        ,              ,      __     ,    ->
                      What did | thy song || bode,| lady?
        ,                  ,        ,           ,          ,  ->
      Hark, canst | thou hear | me? I || will play | the swan,
           ,        ,       ,         ,        ,      o ->
280   And die | in mu|sic. Wil||low, wil|low, wil|low.
        ,                ,            ,            ,       ,  ->
      Moor, she | was chaste:|| she loved | thee, cru|el Moor;
           ,         ,          ,              ,     ,
      So come | my soul || to bliss,| as I / speak true;
           ,        ,        ,       ,       ,
      So spea|king as || I think,| alas,| I die.
 
[Dies]
 
OTHELLO
      <-    ,      ,        ,       ,          ,       o
        I have | ano||ther wea|pon in | this cham|ber,
      <- ,   2       ,          ,           T     T     T       o
285     It is a || sword of | Spain, the | ice-brook's tem|per:
           ,        ,    ,   2      T    T    T
      Oh here | it is:| Uncle I | must come forth.
 
GRATIANO [Within]
           ,        ,          ,          ,           ,
      If thou | attempt | it, it | will cost | thee dear;
             ,        ,       ,         ,           ,      2->
      Thou hast | no wea|pon and | perforce | must suf||fer.
 
OTHELLO
            ,     ,         ,          ,           ,
      Look in | upon | me then,| and speak | with me,
          ,      ,      ,       ,        ,           ->
290   Or na|ked as | I am | I will | assault || thee.
 
[Re-enter GRATIANO]
 
GRATIANO
        ,      2     ,      2
      What | is the mat|ter?
 
OTHELLO
                                 ,    ,     2     ,
                             Behold,| I have a | weapon;
         ,       ,      ,        ,        ,
      A bet|ter ne|ver did | itself | sustain
        ,       ,           ,      2       ,         ,
      Upon | a sol|dier's thigh.| I have seen | the day,
             ,          ,       ,                 ,    ,
295   That with | this lit|tle arm,| and this / good sword,
       2       ,        ,              ,       ,     ,
      I have made | my way | through more | impe|diments
             ,       ,            ,                ,    ,
      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;
        ,            ,         ,      ,            ,
300   Here is | my jour|ney'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
305   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?
      ,        ,          ,     T  T  T         ,        ,   ->
      Even | like thy | chasti|ty. O cur||sed, cur|sed slave!
        T   T  T    ,
310   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 Des|demo|na! Dead | Desde|mona:
       __    __   __   oo   oo
315   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 vi|per? Bring | the vil|lain forth.
 
OTHELLO
       2       ,       ,            ,           ,         ,
      I look^down | towards his | feet; but | that's a | fable,
       ,     2         ,         x         ,         ,
320   If that thou | beest a | devil, I | cannot | kill thee.
 
[Wounds IAGO]
 
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
           ,       ,        ,          ,         ,
325   Oh thou | Othel|lo, that | was once | so good,
       ,         2      ,        ,      ,        ,
      Fallen | in the prac|tise of | a cur|sed slave,
        ,               ,         ,
      What shall | be said | to thee.
 
OTHELLO
                                         ,      ,
                                     Why a|ny thing:
          ,    ,      ,          ,         ,
      An hon|ora|ble mur|derer, if | you will;
             ,        ,         ,         ,        ,      2->
330   For nought | I did | in hate,| but all | in ho||nor.
 
LODOVICO
              ,            ,          ,          ,     ,
      This wretch | hath part | confessed | his vil|lany:
           ,         ,        ,        ,    2     ,
      Did you | and he | consent | in Cas|sio's death.
 
OTHELLO
       ,
      Aye.
 
CASSIO
                   ,  2        ,       ,          ,
           Dear*| general,| I ne|ver gave | you cause.
 
OTHELLO
         ,       ,            2     ,    ,     ,
      I do | believe | it, and I / ask your | pardon:
        ,            ,        ,          ,      x
335   Will you,| I pray,| demand | that de|mi-devil,
       ,    2        ,        ,          ,         ,
      Why he hath^/thus en|snared my | soul and | body.
 
IAGO
          ,        ,          ,          ,          ,
      Demand | me no|thing: what | you know,| you know:
         T    T    T      ,        ,             ,       __  ->
       From this time | forth I | never | will speak || word.
 
LODOVICO
       __     ,        __
      What?| Not to | pray?
 
GRATIANO
      <- ,                ,           ,  ->
340     Torments || will ope | your lips.
 
OTHELLO
       __      ,          __
      Well,| thou dost | best.
 
LODOVICO
       ,                ,      ,            ,         x
      Sir, you | shall un|derstand | what hath | befallen,
         ,      2      ,            T   T      T      2   ,      ->
      (Which, as I | think, you | know not). Here | is a let||ter
        ,       2      ,      ,         ,         ,      ->
      Found | in the pock|et of | the slain | Roderi||go,
       ,      ,     ,            ,         ,         ,   ->
345   And | here a|nother.| The one | of them || imports
            ,         ,    ,     2    ,       ,  ->
      The death | of Cas|sio,| to be un||dertook
          ,    ,
      By Rod|eri|go.
 
OTHELLO
                     ,    ,
                     O | villain!
 
CASSIO
        ,   ,             T    T    T
      Most hea/thenish,| and most gross.
 
LODOVICO
      <-___      ,       ,        ,      ,        ,
350     Now || here's a|nother | discon|tented | paper
        ,              ,      ,          ,         ,
      Found in | his pock|et too:| and this | it seems
       ,    ,       ,               ,          ,        ,        o ->
      Rode|rigo | meant to | have sent | this dam||ned vil|lain:
       ,             ,     ,     ,         ,    ,  ->
      But that |(belike)| Ia||go in | the in|terim
            ,        ,       ,
      Came^in,| and sa||tisfied | him.
 
OTHELLO
                                       ,      2    ,        ,        o
355                                    O | the perni|cious cai|tiff;
            ,          ,   2    ,          ,       ,
      How came | you (Cas|sio) by | that hand|kerchief
            ,         ,
      That was | my wife's?
 
CASSIO
                                ,       3  3     ,       o
                            I found | it in my cham|ber:
           ,        ,          ,       2    ,      ,
      And he | himself | confessed | it but e|ven now
             ,           ,       ,    2     ,         ,
360   That there | he dropped | it for a | special | purpose,
               ,          ,        ,
      Which wrought | to his | desire.
 
OTHELLO
                                       T   T     T      __   ->
                                       O fool, fool,|| fool!
 
CASSIO
             ,       ,       2    ,        ,       ->
      There is | besides,| in Roderi|go's let||ter,
       ,      2     ,      ,       ,         ,
      How | he upbraids | Iago,| that he | made him
        ,          ,          ,          ,         ,
365   Brave me | upon | the watch:| whereon | it came
           ,         ,        ,    2     ,         ,
      That I | was cast:| and e|ven but now | he spake,
        ,       __     ,          ,     ,       ,
      (After | long | seeming | dead) I|ago | hurt him,
       ,     ,         ,   oo   oo
      Ia|go set | him on.|    |
 
LODOVICO
            ,         ,           ,         ,         ,
      You must | forsake | this room,| and go | with us:
             x           ,         ,        ,      ,
370   Your power | and your | command | is ta|ken off,
           ,        ,         ,               ,    ,
      And Cas|sio rules | in Cy|prus. For / this slave,
           ,        ,     ,        ,     ,
      If there | be a|ny cun|ning cru|elty,
            ,         ,          ,          ,          ,
      That can | torment | him much,| and hold | him long,
           ,         ,     ,                  ,    2    ,
      It shall | be his.| You shall | close^pris|oner rest,
        ,              ,       ,          ,          ,
375   Till that | the na|ture of | your fault | be known
        3   3   ,        ,      __      ,     ___
      To the Vene|tian state.| Come,| bring a|way.
 
OTHELLO
        ,            ,        ,        ,         ,
      Soft you;| a word | or two | before | you go:
       2       ,          ,           ,         ,             x
      I have done | the state | some ser|vice, and | they know it:
           ,         ,        ,     ,    2        ,
      No more | of that.| I pray | you in your | letters,
            ,            ,         ,      ,         ,
380   When you | shall these | unluck|y deeds | relate,
        ,         ,          ,    ,     2    ,  2
      Speak of | me, as | I am.| Nothing ex|tenuate,
           ,           ,         ,         ,        2      ,
      Nor set | down aught | in mal|ice. Then | must you speak,
          ,           ,           ,       ,          ,
      Of one | that loved | not wise|ly, but | too well:
          ,         ,   2   ,         ,      2      ,
      Of one,| not ea|sily jea|lous, but | being wrought,
           ,      ,      2    ,         ,            ,
385   Perplex|ed in | the extreme:| of one,| whose hand,
                    ,   ,   2     ,         ,       ,
      (Like the / base In|dian) threw | a pearl | away
       ,             ,          ,         ,           ,          ,  ->
      Richer | than all | his tribe:| of one,| whose sub||dued^eyes,
         ,   2    ,      2     ,         ,
      Albe|it unused | to the mel|ting mood,
       __     ___         ,      3   3  ,  2     ,
      Drop | tears | as fast | as the Ara|bian trees
           2   ,     2      ,    ,     T    T    T
390   Their medi|cinable / 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,
            ,            ,
395   And smote | him, thus.
 
[Stabs himself]
 
LODOVICO
                                 ,      ,    ,
                             O bloo|dy pe|riod.
 
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      ,            ,          ,        ,
400   This did I | fear, but | thought he | had no | weapon:
           ,         ,          ,
      For he | was great | of heart.
 
LODOVICO [To IAGO]
                                         ,       ,
                                     O Spar|tan dog:
             ,          ,         ,        ,        ,
      More fell | than an|guish, hun|ger, or | the sea.
        ,            ,       ,        ,         ,
      Look on | the tra|gic loa|ding of | this bed:
        ,             ,         ,       ,         ,
405   This is | thy work:| The ob|ject poi|sons 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 cen|sure of this | hellish | villain:
            ,          ,          ,         ,          x
410   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]

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