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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 whit|er skin | of hers,| than snow,
             ,         ,    ,       ,    ,      ->
      And smooth | as mon|ument|al al|abast||er:
       ,       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 flam|ing min|ister,
         ,       ,         ,        ,         ,
      I can | again | thy form|er light | restore,
         ,    2     ,             ,         ,          ,
      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 | Prometh|ean heat
            ,          ,         ,
      That can | thy light | relume.
           ,           ,            ,
      When I | have plucked | thy rose,    (tri with prev)
         ,        ,        ,        ,        ,
      I can|not give | it vit|al growth | again,
       .   T     T    T        ,      ,            2      ,
      It needs must with|er. I'll | smell thee | on the tree.
          ,        ,            ,        ,         ,
      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,
            ,        ,      ,    ,          ,         ,
      And love thee after. One more, and that's the last,   ????
           ,           ,        ,      ,          ,
      So sweet,| was nere | so fat|al. 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
                               ,     ,     ,
                              Aye | Desde|mona.
 
DESDEMONA
        ,          ,        ,          ,    oo
      Will you | come to | bed, my | lord?|
 
OTHELLO
        ,           T    .  T     T     ,     o
      Have you | prayed tonight, Des|demo|na?
 
DESDEMONA
       ,        __
      Aye my | lord.  \\
 
OTHELLO
          ,        ,           ,       ,      ,
      If you | bethink | yourself | of an|y crime
         ,      ,         ,          x           ,
      Unrec|onciled | 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:
          ,           ,         ,     ,        x  
      I would | not kill | thy un|prepar|ed spirit,
      __     ,            ,        ,           ,           ,  ->
      No,| heavens | forfend,| I would | not kill || thy soul.
 
DESDEMONA
        ,            ,
      Talk you | of kil|ling?
 
OTHELLO
                                  ,       ,
                                 Aye,| I do.
 
DESDEMONA
              x           ,      ,
      Then heaven | have mer|cy on | me.  \\
 
OTHELLO
        ,          ,         ,
      Amen,| with all | my heart.  \\
 
DESDEMONA
       ,        ,         ,              ,      ,
      If you | say, I | hope you | will not | kill me.
 
OTHELLO
      ___
      Hum.  \\
 
DESDEMONA
           ,        ,          ,            ,       ,
      And yet | I fear | you: for | you're fat|al then
          2       ,      ,
      When your eyes | roll so.
                                 ,   2           ,              ,
                                Why I should | fear, I | know* not,  ??
              ,     ,      ,   ,        ,      ,      ,
      Since guiltiness I know not: but yet I feel I fear.  ????
 
OTHELLO
        ,              ,
      Think on | thy sins.
 
DESDEMONA
                              2      ,         ,        ,
                          They are loves | I bear | to you.
 
OTHELLO
       ,               ,            x
      Aye, and | for that | thou diest.  \\
 
DESDEMONA
              ,       , ,                 ,          ,
      That death's | unnat/ural, that | kills for | loving.
        ,          ,         ,         ,       ,
      Alas,| why gnaw | you so | your neth|er lip?
             ,      ,          ,           ,      ,
      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
          ,           ,          ,      2
      I will | so: What's | the mat|ter?
 
OTHELLO
                                                ,       ,
                                         That hand|kerchief
            ,      ,          ,               ,       ,
      Which I so loved, and gave thee, thou gavst to Cassio.  ????
 
DESDEMONA
       ,           ,          ,      ,             ,
      No by | my life,| and soul:| send for | the man,
           ,
      And ask | him.
 
OTHELLO
              ,      T    T     T      ,        ,   2
      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
       ,      __
      Present|ly:   \\
        ,              ,           ,      ,        ,
      Therefore | confess | thee free|ly of | thy sin:
       ,          ,         ,    ,           ,
      For to | deny | each^art|icle | with oath,
       ,           ,          ,            ,         ,       2->
      Cannot | remove,| nor choke | the strong | concep||tion
           ,        ,         ,          ,        ,
      That I | do groan | withal.| Thou art | to die.
 
DESDEMONA
           x           ,      ,      2
      O Heaven | have mer|cy on | me.
 
OTHELLO
                                          ,      ,
                                       I say,| amen.
 
DESDEMONA
            ,         ,      ,       ,      ,
      And have | you mer|cy too.| I nev|er did
          ,     ,    2       T     Tx    T      ,
      Offend | you in my | life: never loved | Cassio,
            ,           ,       ,      ,         x
      But with | such gene|ral war|ranty | of heaven,
         ,           ,       ,       ,          x
      As I | might^love.| I nev|er gave | him token.
 
OTHELLO
            x        ,         ,       ,       2      ,
      By heaven | I saw | my hand|kerchief | in his hand.
         ,         ,        ,           ,          ,
      O per|jured wom|an, thou | dost^stone | my heart,
             ,          ,         ,       ,        ,
      And makest | me call,| what I | intend | to do,
         ,         ,          ,         ,      ,
      A murd|er, which | I thought | a sac|rifice.
         ,          ,       ,
      I saw | the hand|kerchief.
 
DESDEMONA
                                      ,          ,
                                 He found | it then:
         ,       ,        ,      ,      2       ,
      I nev|er gave | it him:| send, for him | hither:
       ,             ,        ,
      Let him | confess | a truth.
 
OTHELLO
                                        ,          ,
                                   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
                               ,         ,           ,
                              No:| his mouth | is stopped:
       ,        x            ,     ,       ,
      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 stom|ach for | them all.  \\
 
DESDEMONA
        ,        ,        ,         ,       ,    oo
      Alas,| he is | betrayed,| and I | undone.|
 
OTHELLO
       T     Tx        T           ,         ,     ,
      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
                                 ,         ,
                           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.|        (tetra with prev three)
 
[He smothers her]
 
EMILIA
           ,         ,          ,
      My lord,| my lord?| what ho?
                                         ,         ,
                                    My lord,| my lord.
     
 
OTHELLO
             ,          ,          ,     T   T    T        ,
      What noise | is this?| Not dead?| Not yet quite || dead?
      ,               ,          ,   ,
      I / that am | cruel, am | yet mer/ciful,
          ,           ,          ,       ,         ,
      I would | not have | thee lin|ger in | thy pain?
      __   __
      So,| so.
 
EMILIA
                     ,        ,         ,
               What ho?| My lord,| my lord?
 
OTHELLO
Who's there?
 
EMILIA
Oh good my lord, I would speak a word with you.
 
OTHELLO
       ,            ,  2    ,        ,           ,
      Yes: 'tis | Emil|ia: By | and by.| She's dead.
             ,          ,          ,         ,    2     ,
      'Tis like | she comes | to speak | of Cas|sio's death:
            ,           ,     T    T   T     ,
      The noise | was high.| Hah, no more | moving?
        ,     2        ,             ,          ,      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?  ??
          ,          ,            ,      ,             ,
      If she | come^in,| she'll sure | speak to | my wife:
           ,         ,           ,        ,         ,
      My wife,| my wife:| what^wife?| I have | no^wife.
          ,      ,         ,  ,       ,
      Oh in|support|able!/ O hea|vy hour!
           ,           ,         ,        ,        ,
      Methinks | it should | be now | a huge | eclipse
          ,          ,          ,       2     ,        ,
      Of sun,| and moon;| and that | the affright|ed globe
            ,        ,    ,
      Did yawn | at alt|era|tion.
 
EMILIA
                                  ,     2    ,         2->
                                  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.
        T    T  .   T    ,            ,          ,
      Soft, by and by,| let me | the curt|ains draw.
             ,             ,          ,        ,          ,
      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
          ,        ,     ,      ,         ,
      It is | the ve|ry er|ror of | the moon,
            ,             ,       ,           ,          ,
      She comes | more* near|er earth | than she | was wont,
       .    T    T   T
      And makes men mad.
 
EMILIA
                           ,  2         ,            ,
                          Cassio,| my lord,| hath killed
          ,        ,          ,      ,    ,
      A young | Vene|tian, called | Rode|rigo.
 
OTHELLO
       ,    ,        ,           ,         ,
      Rode|rigo | killed? And | Cass|io killed?
 
EMILIA
       ,   ,            ,      ,      oo
      No, Cas/sio | is not | killed.|
 
OTHELLO
           ,   2     ,            ,        ,         ,
      Not Cas|sio killed?| Then murd|er's out | of tune,
            ,      .  T     T     T
      And sweet | revenge grows harsh.  \\
 
DESDEMONA
          ,         ,        ,
      O false|ly, false|ly murd|ered.  \\
 
EMILIA
        ,          ,         ,
      Alas!| What cry | is that?
 
OTHELLO
                                 __     __
                                That?| What?
 
EMILIA
       ,           ,      ,            ,        ,
      Out, and | alas,| that was | my la|dy's voice.
        ,     ,   ,    ,   ,  ,     ,      ,
      Help, help ho, help. O lady speak again,  ????
             ,     ,           ,    ,           ,
      Sweet^Des|demo|na, O / sweet mis|tress, speak.
 
DESDEMONA
          ,          ,        ,
      A guilt|less death,| I die.
 
EMILIA
          ,           ,           ,
      Oh who | hath done | this deed?
 
DESDEMONA
       ,  2     2    ,          ,
      Nobody:| I myself,| farewell:  (tri with prev two)
           ,     ,   2       T    T    T         ,
      Commend | me to my | kind lord: oh | farewell.
 
[Dies]
 
OTHELLO
             ,            ,         ,       2->
      Why*, how | should she | be murd|ered?
 
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
              ,       ,      ,        ,         ,
      She's like | a li|ar gone | to burn|ing hell.
            ,           ,
      'Twas I | that killed | her.  \\
 
EMILIA
       ,           ,     ,        ,        ,       x
      Oh the more angel she, and you the blacker devil.   ????
 
OTHELLO
             ,         ,       ,         ,        ,
      She turned | to fol|ly: and | she was | a whore.
 
EMILIA
             ,       ,     ,           ,            x
      Thou dost | belie | her, and | thou art | a devil.
 
OTHELLO
       ,          ,         ,
      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.
      ,              ,         ,      T    T    .   T
      O, I | were damned | beneath | all depth in hell:
       ,            ,         ,    . T    T     T
      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             ,         ,      ,        ,
      If heaven | would make | me such | anoth|er world,
          ,        ,         ,         ,      ,
      Of one | entire | and per|fect chrys|olite,
           ,           ,         ,
      I'd not | have sold | her for | it.
 
EMILIA
                                           ,    ,
                                          My | husband?
 
OTHELLO
       T      T   T          ,        ,         ,
      Aye, 'twas he | that told | me on | her first,
          ,       ,        ,         ,           ,
      An hon|est man | he is,| and hates | the slime
              ,          ,        ,
      That sticks | on filth|y deeds.
 
EMILIA
                                            ,        o
                                        My hus|band?
 
OTHELLO
             ,       ,   ,            ,
      What needs | this it/terance,| woman?
         ,         ,
      I say,| thy hus|band.
 
EMILIA
                            ,    ,
                            O | mistress,
       ,                ,    ,            ,
      Villan|y hath / made mocks | with love,
          ,        ,          ,          ,
      My hus|band say | that she | was false?  (tetra with prev three)
 
OTHELLO
      __    ,
      He,| woman;  \\
         ,       ,             ,      ,        ,
      I say thy husband: dost^understand the word?   ????
            ,          ,         ,        ,       x    2->
      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,
       ,               ,      2      ,     ,        ,
      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 worth|y heaven,
             ,           ,      ,
      Than thou | wast worth|y her.
 
OTHELLO
                                       ,                 ,
                                     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,
          ,     ,         ,        2       ,        ,
      As ig|norant | as dirt:| thou hast done | a deed
           ,     ,              ,            ,           ,
      (I care | not for | thy sword)| I'll make | thee known,
             ,        ,      ,      ,     ,    ,    ,
      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
        ,      2     ,        ,     ,   ,
      What | is the mat|ter? How | now gen/eral?
 
EMILIA
       ,     2        ,     ,                  ,    ,
      Oh, are you | come, I|ago:| you have / done well,
            ,          ,           ,        ,          ,
      That men | must lay | their murd|ers on | your neck.
 
GRATIANO
        ,    2       ,
      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
          ,          ,         ,
      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
         ,
      I did.  \\
 
EMILIA
            ,       ,        ,   2    ,      ,
      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
             ,   2    ,         o
      With Cas|sio, mist|ress?
       T  T    T             ,
      Go to, charm | your tongue.  (tri with prev)
 
EMILIA
                 ,    ,          ,
      I will / not charm | my tongue;
                                      2     ,          ,
                                     I am bound | to speak,
           ,         ,      ,    ,                 ,
      My mist|ress here | lies murd/ered in | her bed.
 
ALL
                                        x           ,
                                   O heavens,| forfend.
 
EMILIA
            ,        ,           ,         ,       ,
      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
       ,   2     ,   2     ,   2
      Villany,| villany,| villany:  \\
          ,         x         ,            x          x       2->
      I think | upon it,| I think:| I smell it:| O* villan||y:
           ,           ,           ,        ,          ,
      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
        ,   ,            ,              ,          ,
      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!
           ,           ,          x              ,           ,
      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          ,          ,         ,
      Shore his old thread | in twain.| Did he | live now,
             ,             ,         ,      ,     2     ,
      This sight | would make | him do | a des|perate turn:
       T     T    .   T       ,       ,          ,
      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
          ,         ,         ,        ,   3 3         x
      A thous|and 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:
          ,        ,       ,      .  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
       __      ,          ___
      Come,| hold your | peace.
 
EMILIA
              ,            ,        ,
      'Twill^out,| 'twill^out.| I peace?  (tri with prev two)
       ,             ,          ,       ,         ,
      No, I | will speak | as libe|ral as | the north:
             x          ,         ,        ,          ,
      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   ,        ,       ,
      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
              x      ,  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
            ,          ,       ,         ,          ,
      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]

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