Des. He found it, then;
I never gave it him.-Send for him hither,
And let him confess a truth.
Oth.

He hath confessed.
Des. What, my lord ?
Oth. That he hath-used thee.'
Des.

How ? unlawfully ?
Oth. Ay.
Des. He'll not say so.
Oth.

No, his mouth is stopped ; Honest Iago hath ta'en order for’t.

Des. My fear interprets, then,-What, is he dead?

Oth. Had all his hairs been lives, my great revenge Had stomach for them all.

Des. Alas! he is betrayed, and I undone.
Oth. Out, strumpet! weep’st thou for him to my

face?
Des. O, banish me, my lord, but kill me not.
Oth. Down, strumpet !
Des. Kill me to-morrow ; let me live to-night.

v Oth. Nay, if you strive, Des.

But half an hour. Oth.

Being done, There is no pause. Des.

But while I say one prayer. Oth. It is too late.3

[He smothers her. Emil. [Within.] My lord, my lord! what, ho! my

lord ! my lord! Oth. What noise is this ?-Not dead ? not yet quite

dead? I, that am cruel, am yet merciful; I would not have thee linger in thy pain.

So, so.

Emil. [Within.] What, ho! my lord, my lord!
Oth.

Who's there? Emil. [Within.) O good my lord, I would speak a

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word with you.

Oth. Yes ;—'tis Emilia ;-by and by.—She’s dead. 'Tis like she comes to speak of Cassio's death. The noise was high.-Ha! no more moving ? Still as the grave. Shall she come in ? Were't good ? I think she stirs again.—No.—What's the best ? If she come in, she'll sure speak to my wife. 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. Emil. [Within.] I do beseech you I may speak with

you, O good my lord !

Oth. I had forgot thee. O, come in, Emilia.Soft,-by and by.—Let me the curtains draw.Where art thou? What's the matter with thee now?

[Unlocks the door.

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Enter Emilia.

Emil. O good my lord, yonder's foul murder done.
Oth. What? now?
Emil.

But now, my lord !
Oth. It is the very error of the moon :
She comes more near the earth than she was wont;
And makes men mad.

Emil. Cassio, my lord, has killed a young Venetian,
Called—Roderigo.
Oth.

Roderigo killed!
And Cassio killed ?
Emil.

No, Cassio is not killed.

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Oth. Not Cassio killed? Then murder's out of

tune,
And sweet revenge grows harsh.

Des. O, falsely, falsely murdered !
Emil.

Alas! what cry is that? Oth. That! what?

Emil. Out, and alas ! that was my lady's voice.Help! help, ho! help!- lady, speak again! Sweet Desdemona ! O sweet mistress, speak !

Des. A guiltless death I die.
Emil.

0, who hath done This deed?

Des. Nobody; I myself; farewell. Commend me to my kind lord ; 0, farewell.

;

[Dies. Oth. Why, how should she be murdered ? Emil.

Alas, who knows? Oth. You heard her say herself, it was not I. Emil. She said so; I must needs report the truth.

Oth. She's like a liar, gone to burning hell ; 'Twas I that killed her. Emil.

O, the more angel she,
And you the blacker devil !

Oth. She turned to folly, and she was a whore.
Emil. Thou dost belie her, and thou art a devil.
Oth. She was false as water.
Emil.

Thou art rash as fire, to say That she was false ; 0, she was heavenly true!

Oth. Cassio did tup her; ask thy husband else.
0 I were damned beneath all depth in hell,
But that I did proceed upon just grounds
To this extremity. Thy husband knew it all.

Emil. My husband !
Oth. Thy husband.
Emil. That she was false to wedlock ?
Oth.

Ay, with Cassio.
Nay, had she been true,
If Heaven would make me such another world

Of one entire and perfect chrysolite,
I'd not have sold her for it.

Emil. My husband ?
Oth.

Ay, 'twas he that told me first;'
An honest man he is, and hates the slime
That sticks on filthy deeds.
Emil.

My husband ? Oth. What needs this iterance, woman? I say, thy

husband ! Emil. O mistress, villany hath made mocks with

love! — My husband say that she was false ? Oth.

He, woman. I say, thy husband. Dost understand the word ? My friend, thy husband, honest, honest Iago.

Emil. If he say so, may his pernicious soul Rot half a grain a day! he lies to the heart; She was too fond of her most filthy bargain.

Oth. Ha!

Emil. Do thy worst.
This deed of thine is no more worthy heaven,
Than thou wast worthy her.
Oth.

Peace, you were best.
Emil. Thou hast not half the power to do me harm,
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 has killed my mistress. Murder! murder!

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Enter Montano, GRATIANO, and Iago. Mon. What is the matter?—How now, general ?

Emil. O, are you come, Iago ? You have done well, That men must lay their murders on your neck.

Gra. What is the matter?

Emil. Disprove this, villain, if thou beest a man. 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.

Iago. I told him what I thought; and told no more Than what he found himself was apt and true.

Emil. But did you ever tell him she was false ? lago. I did.

Emil. You told a lie ; an odious, damned lie; Upon my soul, a lie; a wicked lie. She false with Cassio !--Did you say with Cassio ? lago. With Cassio, mistress; go to, charm your

tongue. Emil. I will not charm my tongue ; I am bound to

speak;
My mistress here lies murdered in her bed.?
All. O Heavens forefend!
Emil. And your reports have set the murder on.
Oth. Nay, stare not, masters; it is true, indeed.
Gra. 'Tis a strange truth.
Mon. O monstrous act!
Emil.

Villany, villany, villany!-
I think upon't, I think,—I smellt ;-0 villany!
I thought so then ; :—I'll kill myself for grief.-
O villany, villany!
Iago. What, are you mad? I charge you, get you

home. Emil. Good gentlemen, let me have leave to speak; 'Tis proper I obey him, but not now.Perchance, Iago, I will ne'er go home. Oth. 0! O! O!

[Hanging over his wife. Emil.

Nay, lay thee down, and roar; For thou hast killed the sweetest innocent, That e'er did lift up eye.