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 whiter skin of hers than snow,
And smooth as monumental alabaster.
Yet she must die, else she′ll betray more men.
Put out the light, and then put out the light:
If I quench thee, thou flaming minister,
I can again thy former light restore,
Should I repent me: but once put out thy light,
Thou cunning′st pattern of excelling nature,
I know not where is that Promethean heat
That can thy light relume. When I have pluck′d the rose,
I cannot give it vital growth again.
It must needs wither: I′ll smell it on the tree.
Kissing herAh balmy breath, that dost almost persuade
Justice to break her sword! One more, one more.
Be thus when thou art dead, and I will kill thee,
And love thee after. One more, and this the last:
So sweet was ne′er so fatal. I must weep,
But they are cruel tears: this sorrow′s heavenly;
It strikes where it doth love. She wakes.
Who′s there? Othello?OTHELLO
Will you come to bed, my lord?OTHELLO
Have you pray′d to-night, Desdemona?DESDEMONA
Ay, my lord.OTHELLO
If you bethink yourself of any crimeDESDEMONA
Unreconciled as yet to heaven and grace,
Solicit for it straight.
Alas, my lord, what do you mean by that?OTHELLO
Well, do it, and be brief; I will walk by:DESDEMONA
I would not kill thy unprepared spirit;
No; heaven forfend! I would not kill thy soul.
Talk you of killing?OTHELLO
Ay, I do.DESDEMONA
Have mercy on me!
Amen, with all my heart!DESDEMONA
If you say so, I hope you will not kill me.OTHELLO
And yet I fear you; for you are fatal thenOTHELLO
When your eyes roll so: why I should fear I know not,
Since guiltiness I know not; but yet I feel I fear.
Think on thy sins.DESDEMONA
They are loves I bear to you.OTHELLO
Ay, and for that thou diest.DESDEMONA
That death′s unnatural that kills for loving.OTHELLO
Alas, why gnaw you so your nether lip?
Some bloody passion shakes your very frame:
These are portents; but yet I hope, I hope,
They do not point on me.
Peace, and be still!DESDEMONA
I will so. What′s the matter?OTHELLO
That handkerchief which I so loved and gave theeDESDEMONA
Thou gavest to Cassio.
No, by my life and soul!OTHELLO
Send for the man, and ask him.
Sweet soul, take heed,DESDEMONA
Take heed of perjury; thou art on thy deathbed.
Ay, but not yet to die.OTHELLO
Therefore confess thee freely of thy sin;
For to deny each article with oath
Cannot remove nor choke the strong conception
That I do groan withal. Thou art to die.
Then Lord have mercy on me!OTHELLO
I say, amen.DESDEMONA
And have you mercy too! I never didOTHELLO
Offend you in my life; never loved Cassio
But with such general warranty of heaven
As I might love: I never gave him token.
By heaven, I saw my handkerchief in′s hand.DESDEMONA
O perjured woman! thou dost stone my heart,
And makest me call what I intend to do
A murder, which I thought a sacrifice:
I saw the handkerchief.
He found it then;OTHELLO
I never gave it him: send for him hither;
Let him confess a truth.
He hath confess′d.DESDEMONA
What, my lord?OTHELLO
That he hath used thee.DESDEMONA
He will not say so.OTHELLO
No, his mouth is stopp′d;DESDEMONA
Honest Iago hath ta′en order for′t.
O! my fear interprets: what, is he dead?OTHELLO
Had all his hairs been lives, my great revengeDESDEMONA
Had stomach for them all.
Alas! he is betray′d and I undone.OTHELLO
Out, strumpet! weep′st thou for him to my face?DESDEMONA
O, banish me, my lord, but kill me not!OTHELLO
Kill me to-morrow: let me live to-night!OTHELLO
Nay, if you strive—DESDEMONA
But half an hour!OTHELLO
Being done, there is no pause.DESDEMONA
But while I say one prayer!OTHELLO
It is too late.EMILIA
He stifles her
[Within] My lord , my lord! what, ho! my lord, my lord!OTHELLO
What noise is this? Not dead? not yet quite dead?EMILIA
I that am cruel am yet merciful;
I would not have thee linger in thy pain: So, so.
[Within] What, ho! my lord, my lord!OTHELLO
[Within] O, good my lord, I would speak a word with you!OTHELLO
Yes: ′tis Emilia. By and by. She′s dead.EMILIA
′Tis like she comes to speak of Cassio′s death.—
The noise was here. Ha! no more moving?
Still as the grave. Shall she come in? were′t good?—
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.
O insupportable! O heavy hour!
Methinks it should be now a huge eclipse
Of sun and moon, and that the affrighted globe
Should yawn at alteration.
[Within] I do beseech youOTHELLO
That I may speak with you, O, good my lord!
I had forgot thee: O, come in, Emilia;EMILIA
Soft; by and by. Let me the curtains draw.
Where art thou?
Unlocks the door
Enter EMILIAWhat′s the matter with thee now?
O, my good lord, yonder′s foul murders done!OTHELLO
But now, my lord.OTHELLO
It is the very error of the moon;EMILIA
She comes more nearer earth than she was wont,
And makes men mad.
Cassio, my lord, hath kill′d a young VenetianOTHELLO
And Cassio kill′d!
No, Cassio is not kill′d.OTHELLO
Not Cassio kill′d! then murder′s out of tune,DESDEMONA
And sweet revenge grows harsh.
O, falsely, falsely murder′d!EMILIA
Alas, what cry is that?OTHELLO
Out, and alas! that was my lady′s voice.DESDEMONA
Help! help, ho! help! O lady, speak again!
Sweet Desdemona! O sweet mistress, speak!
A guiltless death I die.EMILIA
O, who hath done this deed?DESDEMONA
Nobody; I myself. FarewellOTHELLO
Commend me to my kind lord: O, farewell!
Why, how should she be murder′d?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 liar, gone to burning hell:EMILIA
′Twas I that kill′d her.
O, the more angel she,OTHELLO
And you the blacker devil!
She turn′d to folly, and she was a whore.EMILIA
Thou dost belie her, and thou art a devil.OTHELLO
She was false as water.EMILIA
Thou art rash as fire, to sayOTHELLO
That she was false: O, she was heavenly true!
Cassio did top her; ask thy husband else.EMILIA
O, I were damn′d beneath all depth in hell,
But that I did proceed upon just grounds
To this extremity. Thy husband knew it all.
That she was false to wedlock?OTHELLO
Ay, with Cassio. Nay, had she been true,EMILIA
If heaven would make me such another world
Of one entire and Perfect chrysolite,
I′ld not have sold her for it.
Ay, ′twas he that told me first:EMILIA
An honest man he is, and hates the slime
That sticks on filthy deeds.
What needs this iteration, woman? I say thy husband.EMILIA
O mistress, villany hath made mocks with love,OTHELLO
My husband say that she was false!
I say thy husband: dost understand the word?
My friend, thy husband, honest, honest Iago.
If he say so, may his pernicious soulOTHELLO
Rot half a grain a day! he lies to the heart:
She was too fond of her most filthy bargain.
Do thy worst:OTHELLO
This deed of thine is no more worthy heaven
Than thou wast worthy her.
Peace, you were best.EMILIA
Thou hast not half that power to do me harmMONTANO
As I have to be hurt. O gull! O dolt!
As ignorant 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 kill′d my mistress! Murder! murder!
Enter MONTANO, GRATIANO, IAGO, and others
What is the matter? How now, general!EMILIA
O, are you come, Iago? you have done well,GRATIANO
That men must lay their murders on your neck.
What is the matter?EMILIA
Disprove this villain, if thou be′st a man:IAGO
He says thou told′st him that his wife was false:
I know thou didst not, thou′rt not such a villain:
Speak, for my heart is full.
I told him what I thought, and told no moreEMILIA
Than what he found himself was apt and true.
But did you ever tell him she was false?IAGO
You told a lie, an odious, damned lie;IAGO
Upon my soul, a lie, a wicked lie.
She false with Cassio!—did you say with Cassio?
With Cassio, mistress. Go to, charm your tongue.EMILIA
I will not charm my tongue; I am bound to speak:All
My mistress here lies murder′d in her bed,—
O heavens forfend!EMILIA
And your reports have set the murder on.OTHELLO
Nay, stare not, masters: it is true, indeed.GRATIANO
′Tis a strange truth.MONTANO
O monstrous act!EMILIA
Villany, villany, villany!IAGO
I think upon′t, I think: I smell′t: O villany!—
I thought so then:—I′ll kill myself for grief:—
O villany, villany!
What, are you mad? I charge you, get you home.EMILIA
Good gentlemen, let me have leave to speak:OTHELLO
′Tis proper I obey him, but not now.
Perchance, Iago, I will ne′er go home.
O! O! O!EMILIA
He falls on the bed
Nay, lay thee down and roar;OTHELLO
For thou hast kill′d the sweetest innocent
That e′er did lift up eye.
[Rising] O, she was foul!GRATIANO
I scarce did know you, uncle: there lies your niece,
Whose breath, indeed, these hands have newly stopp′d:
I know this act shows horrible and grim.
Poor Desdemona! I am glad thy father′s dead:OTHELLO
Thy match was mortal to him, and pure grief
Shore his old thread in twain: did he live now,
This sight would make him do a desperate turn,
Yea, curse his better angel from his side,
And fall to reprobation.
′Tis pitiful; but yet Iago knowsEMILIA
That she with Cassio hath the act of shame
A thousand times committed; Cassio confess′d it:
And she did gratify his amorous works
With that recognizance and pledge of love
Which I first gave her; I saw it in his hand:
It was a handkerchief, an antique token
My father gave my mother.
O heaven! O heavenly powers!IAGO
Come, hold your peace.EMILIA
′Twill out, ′twill out: I peace!IAGO
No, I will speak as liberal as the north:
Let heaven and men and devils, let them all,
All, all, cry shame against me, yet I′ll speak.
Be wise, and get you home.EMILIA
I will not.GRATIANO
IAGO offers to stab EMILIA
Your sword upon a woman?
O thou dull Moor! that handkerchief thou speak′st ofIAGO
I found by fortune and did give my husband;
For often, with a solemn earnestness,
More than indeed belong′d to such a trifle,
He begg′d of me to steal it.
She give it Cassio! no, alas! I found it,IAGO
And I did give′t my husband.
Filth, thou liest!EMILIA
By heaven, I do not, I do not, gentlemen.OTHELLO
O murderous coxcomb! what should such a fool
Do with so good a woman?
Are there no stones in heavenGRATIANO
But what serve for the thunder?—Precious villain!
He runs at IAGO IAGO, from behind, stabs EMILIA, and exit
The woman falls; sure, he hath kill′d his wife.EMILIA
Ay, ay: O, lay me by my mistress′ side.GRATIANO
He′s gone, but his wife′s kill′d.MONTANO
′Tis a notorious villain. Take you this weapon,OTHELLO
Which I have here recover′d from the Moor:
Come, guard the door without; let him not pass,
But kill him rather. I′ll after that same villain,
For ′tis a damned slave.
Exeunt MONTANO and GRATIANO
I am not valiant neither,EMILIA
But ever puny whipster gets my sword:
But why should honour outlive honesty?
Let it go all.
What did thy song bode, lady?OTHELLO
Hark, canst thou hear me? I will play the swan.
And die in music.
SingingWillow, willow, willow,—
Moor, she was chaste; she loved thee, cruel Moor;
So come my soul to bliss, as I speak true;
So speaking as I think, I die, I die.
I have another weapon in this chamber;GRATIANO
It is a sword of Spain, the ice-brook′s temper:—
O, here it is. Uncle, I must come forth.
[Within] If thou attempt it, it will cost thee dear:OTHELLO
Thou hast no weapon, and perforce must suffer.
Look in upon me then and speak with me,GRATIANO
Or, naked as I am, I will assault thee.
What is the matter?OTHELLO
Behold, I have a weapon;LODOVICO
A better never did itself sustain
Upon a soldier′s thigh: I have seen the day,
That, with this little arm and this good sword,
I have made my way through more impediments
Than twenty times your stop: but, O vain boast!
Who can control his fate? ′tis not so now.
Be not afraid, though you do see me weapon′d;
Here is my journey′s end, here is my butt,
And very sea-mark of my utmost sail.
Do you go back dismay′d? ′tis a lost fear;
Man but a rush against Othello′s breast,
And he retires. Where should Othello go?
Now, how dost thou look now? O ill-starr′d wench!
Pale as thy smock! when we shall meet at compt,
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 slave!
Whip me, ye devils,
From the possession of this heavenly sight!
Blow me about in winds! roast me in sulphur!
Wash me in steep-down gulfs of liquid fire!
O Desdemona! Desdemona! dead!
Oh! Oh! Oh!
Enter LODOVICO. MONTANO, CASSIO carried in a chair, and Officers with IAGO, prisoner
Where is this rash and most unfortunate man?OTHELLO
That′s he that was Othello: here I am.LODOVICO
Where is that viper? bring the villain forth.
I look down towards his feet; but that′s a fable.LODOVICO
If that thou best a devil, I cannot kill thee.
Wrench his sword from him.IAGO
I bleed, sir; but not kill′d.OTHELLO
I am not sorry neither: I′ld have thee live;LODOVICO
For, in my sense, ′tis happiness to die.
O thou Othello, thou wert once so good,OTHELLO
Fall′n in the practise of a damned slave,
What shall be said to thee?
Why, any thing:LODOVICO
An honourable murderer, if you will;
For nought I did in hate, but all in honour.
This wretch hath part confess′d his villany:OTHELLO
Did you and he consent in Cassio′s death?
Dear general, I never gave you cause.OTHELLO
I do believe it, and I ask your pardon.IAGO
Will you, I pray, demand that demi-devil
Why he hath thus ensnared my soul and body?
Demand me nothing: what you know, you know:LODOVICO
From this time forth I never will speak word.
What, not to pray?GRATIANO
Torments will ope your lips.OTHELLO
Well, thou dost best.LODOVICO
Sir, you shall understand what hath befall′n,OTHELLO
Which, as I think, you know not. Here is a letter
Found in the pocket of the slain Roderigo;
And here another: the one of them imports
The death of Cassio to be undertook
Most heathenish and most gross!LODOVICO
Now here′s another discontented paper,OTHELLO
Found in his pocket too; and this, it seems,
Roderigo meant to have sent this damned villain;
But that belike Iago in the interim
Came in and satisfied him.
O the pernicious caitiff!CASSIO
How came you, Cassio, by that handkerchief
That was my wife′s?
I found it in my chamber:OTHELLO
And he himself confess′d but even now
That there he dropp′d it for a special purpose
Which wrought to his desire.
O fool! fool! fool!CASSIO
There is besides in Roderigo′s letter,LODOVICO
How he upbraids Iago, that he made him
Brave me upon the watch; whereon it came
That I was cast: and even but now he spake,
After long seeming dead, Iago hurt him,
Iago set him on.
You must forsake this room, and go with us:OTHELLO
Your power and your command is taken off,
And Cassio rules in Cyprus. For this slave,
If there be any cunning cruelty
That can torment him much and hold him long,
It shall be his. You shall close prisoner rest,
Till that the nature of your fault be known
To the Venetian state. Come, bring him away.
Soft you; a word or two before you go.LODOVICO
I have done the state some service, and they know′t.
No more of that. I pray you, in your letters,
When you shall these unlucky deeds relate,
Speak of me as I am; nothing extenuate,
Nor set down aught in malice: then must you speak
Of one that loved not wisely but too well;
Of one not easily jealous, but being wrought
Perplex′d in the extreme; of one whose hand,
Like the base Indian, threw a pearl away
Richer than all his tribe; of one whose subdued eyes,
Albeit unused to the melting mood,
Drop tears as fast as the Arabian trees
Their medicinal gum. Set you down this;
And say besides, that in Aleppo once,
Where a malignant and a turban′d Turk
Beat a Venetian and traduced the state,
I took by the throat the circumcised dog,
And smote him, thus.
O bloody period!GRATIANO
All that′s spoke is marr′d.OTHELLO
I kiss′d thee ere I kill′d thee: no way but this;CASSIO
Killing myself, to die upon a kiss.
Falls on the bed, and dies
This did I fear, but thought he had no weapon;LODOVICO
For he was great of heart.
[To IAGO] O Spartan dog,
More fell than anguish, hunger, or the sea!
Look on the tragic loading of this bed;
This is thy work: the object poisons sight;
Let it be hid. Gratiano, keep the house,
And seize upon the fortunes of the Moor,
For they succeed on you. To you, lord governor,
Remains the censure of this hellish villain;
The time, the place, the torture: O, enforce it!
Myself will straight aboard: and to the state
This heavy act with heavy heart relate.
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