Def. Ay, my Lord.

Oth. If you bethink yourself of any crime Unreconcil'd as yet to heaven and

grace,

, Solicit for it straight.

Def. ' Alas, my Lord, what & may you mean by that?

Oth. Well, do it, and be brief. I will walk by.
I would not kill thy unprepared spirit :
No, heaven forefend! I would not kill thy soul.

Def. Talk you of killing?
Oth. Ay, I do.
Def. Then heaven have mercy on me!
Oth. Amen, with all my heart.
Des. If you say so, I hope you will not kill me.
Oth. Hum.
Def. And yet I fear

you;

for

you are fatal then, When your eyes rowl so. Why I should fear, I know not, Since 'guiltiness I know not: * but yet I feel, I fear.

Oth. Think on thy sins.
Def. They are ' loves » I bear to you.
Oth. " Ay, and for that thou dicft,

Def. That death's unnatural, o that kills for loving.
Alas, why ' gnaw you so your nether lip?
Some bloody passion shakes your very frame;

f So the qu's and C; the reft, Alack except C. omit but. for Alas.

I The three laft fo's, love. & The 2d q. doe for may.

* The ad q. so for I. b So the qu's and C; the reft, bea. n The qu's omit Ay.

· H. reads, wbat! kill for loving! i So all before P; he and all after, &c. but C. guilt for guilsiness.

The ad q. knaw.
So all before P; he and all after,

vens.

These are portents : but yet ? I hope, I hope,
They do not point on me.

Oih. Peace, and be still.
Def. I will fo: what 's the matter?

Oth. That handkerchief
Which I fo lov'd, and gave thee, thou gav'ft' to Caffio.

Def. No, by my life and soul: send for the man,
And ask him.

Oth. Sweet foul, take heed, take heed of perjury ; Thou art on thy death-bed.

Def. Ay, but not yet to die,

Oth, · Yes, presently :
Therefore confess thee freely of thy fin;
For to deny each article with oath,
Cannot remove nor choak the strong * conceit
That I do groan withal. Thou art to die,

Def, Oh heaven have mercy on ine!
Oth. I say, amen,

Des, And have you mercy too !- I never did
Offend

my life; never lov'd Cafi, But with such general warranty of heaven, As I might love. I never gave him token.

O:h. By heaven, I saw my handkerchief * in his hand. O perjur'd woman, thou doft stone

you in

my heart,

9 The qu's read I bepe but once. u So che ift q; the reft, conception

• The rit q. points thus, I will, so, for conceit. wbai's ibe marter »

* The qu's, Tben Lord bave mercy, s So the çu's, two ift fo's and C; &c. the rest omit to.

* So the qu's; the rest, it's for is ? So the qu's, H. and C; the rest bis. omit Teso

y The il q, iby for my.

And

And makest me call, what I intend to do,
A murder, which I thought a sacrifice.
I saw the handkerchief.

Des. He found it then;
I never gave it him. Send for him hither,
And let him confefs a truth.
Oth. He hath confeft.
Def. What, my Lord?
Oth. That he hathus'd thee
Def. How? unlawfully?

Oth. Ay.

Def. He will not say so.

Oth. No his mouth is stopp'd. Honest Iago hath ta'en order for't.

Def. My fear interprets then. . What, is he dead?

Oth. Had all his hairs been lives, my great revenge
Had ftomach for 'em all.

Def. Alas, he is betray'd, and a I undone.
Oth. · Out, strumpet ! Weep'st thou for him to my face?
Def. Oh, banish me, my Lord, but kill me not.
Oth. Down, ftrumpet.
Def. Kill me to-morrow, let me live to-night.
Oth. Nay, if you

strive Def. But half an hour.

2 So the ist q; the rest omit And. 1 The ist q. uds deatb for us'd tbee.

b The fo's, R. and P. Ob, my fear interprets, &c.

• The fo's, R. and P. omit sben,

H. Ob! pobal, is, &c.

d H. I'm for 1.
Ć The qu's, O for Our.
f Here C. directs [taking up a pillow.
& Taç qu's, an for if.

* Oth. Being donc, there is no pause.
Def. But while I say one prayer.
Oth. 'Tis too late.
* Def. O Lord, Lord, Lord !

[He fmothers ber.

SCE N E

VII.

Æinitia at the door.

Æmil. My Lord, my Lord! What ho! my Lord, my

Lord ! Oth. What * voice is this? - Not dead? not yet quite

dead? 1, that am cruel, am yet merciful; I would not have thee linger in thy pain. So, fo.

Æmil. within.] What ho! my Lord, my Lord !
Oth. Who's there!
£mil. Oh, 'good my Lord, I'd speak a word with you.

Oth. Yes --'tis Æmilia— by and by. - She's dead.
'Tis like she comes to speak of Caffio's death;
The noise was * here. — Ha, no more moving ;
Still as the grave. Shall she come in? Were 't good ?
I think she ftirs 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 th' affrighted globe
Should yawn at alteration.

Æmil. I 9 do beseech you, 'I may speak with you. • Oh, good my Lord !

Oth. I had ' forgot thee : "Oh, come in, Æmilia.
Soft. By and by. Let me the curtains draw.
Where art thou? What's the matter with thee now?

[w Unlocks the door.
Enter Æmilia.
Æmil. Oh, my good Lord, yonder 's foul * murder done.
Oth. What, now?
Æmil. 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.

Æmil. Caffio, my Lord, hath kill'd
A young Venetian, called Roderigo.

Oth. Roderigo killid? and Caffio kill'd ?
Æmil. No, Cafio is not kill'd.

Oth. Not Caffio kill'd ? then murder 's out of tune,
And sweet revenge grows harsh.