with you,

Should yawn at alteration,

Emil." (Within.] I do beseech you I may speak 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.

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 Ve

netian, Call'd-Roderigo. Oth.

Roderigo kill'd!
And Cassio kill'd ?
Emil.

No, Cassio is not kill'd.
Oth. Not Cassio kill'd? Then murder's out of

tune,
And sweet revenge grows harsh.

Des. O, falsely, falsely murder'd!
Emil.

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

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

Des. A guiltless death I die,
Emil.

O, 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 murder'd?"
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 kill'd her.
Emil.

O, the more angel she, And

you

the blacker devil!
Oth. She turn'd 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 ; O, she was heavenly true !

Oth. Cassio did tup her; ask thy husband else.
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.

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,2 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 ?

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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 ber.
Oth.

Peace, you were best.
Emil. Thou hast not half the power to do in

harm,
As I have to be hurt.! Ogull! 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 kill'd my mistress; Murder! murder!

Enter Montano, Gratiano, and lago.
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 be'st 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.

Tago. I told him what I thought; and told no
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 ?

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you home.

Iago. With Cassio, mistress ; Go to, charm your

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

to speak;
My mistress here lies murder'd in her bed.

AU. O heavens forfend !!
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 smell't;-0 villany! I thought so then ;- I'll kill myself for grief.O villany, villany!

Iago. What, are you mad? I charge you, gat 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. O!0! Ó!

(Hanging over his wife. Emil.

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

O, she was foul !

(Rising 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. Gra. Poor Desdemona! I am glad thy father's

dead; 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.

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sir? no;

Oth. 'Tis pitiful : but yet lago knows,
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 bandkerchief, an antique token
My father gave my mother.
Emil. O heaven! O beavenly powers !
Iago.

Come, hold your peace.
Emil. 'Twill out, 'twill out :-1 hold my peace,
No, I will speak as liberall as the air ;
Let heaven, and men, and devils, let them all,
All, all, cry shame against me, yet I'll speak.

lago. Be wise, and get you home.
Emil.

I will not.
Llago offers to stab his wife.
Gra.
Your sword upon a woman?
Emil. O thou dull Moor! that handkerchief thou

speak'st of,
found by fortune, and did give my busband;
But often, with a solemn earnestness
(More than, indeed, belong'd to such a trifle,)
He begg'd of me to steal it.
Iago.

Villanous whore !
Emil. She gave it Cassio! no, alas ; I found it,
And I did give't my husband.
lago.

Filth, thou liest.
Emil. By heaven, I do not; I do not, gentlo-

men : O murd'rous coxcomb! what should such a fool Do with so good a wife?

[Iago stabs Emilia, then runs out. Oth

Are there no stones in heaven, But what serve for the thunder!--Precious villain!

Fie!

(1) Free.