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now?

Otb. Not Caflio kill'd? Then murder's out of
And fweet revenge grows harsh.

Def. O, falfely, 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! help!--O lady, speak again!
Sweet Desdemona! O fweet mistress, fpeak!
Def. A guiltleís death I die.

Emil. O, who hath done

This deed?

Def. No body; I myself; farewel :
Commend me to my kind lord; O, farewel. [Dies.
Otb. Why, how thould fhe be murder'd?
Emil. Alas, who knows?

Oth. You heard her fay herself, it was not I.
Emil. She faid fo; I muft needs report the truth.
Otb. She 's, like a liar, gone to burning hell;
'Twas I that kill'd her.

Emil. O, the more angel fhe,
And you the blacker devil!

Oth. She turn'd to folly, and he was a whore.
Emil. Thou doft belie her, and thou art a devil.
Oth. She was falfe as water 2.

This deed of thine is no more worthy heaven,
Than thou waft worthy her.

Oth. Peace, you were best.

Emil. Thou haft not half that power to do me
harm,

As I have to be hurt 4. O gull! O dolt!
As ignorant as dirt! thou haft done a deed,-
I care not for thy fword; I'll make thee known,
Though I loft twenty lives:-Help! help, ho! help!
The Moor hath kill'd my mistress; Murder!
murder!

Enter Montano, Gratiano, Iago, and others.
Mon. What is the matter?-How now, general?
Emil. O, are you come, Iago? you have done
well,

That men muft lay their murders on your neck.
Gra. What is the matter?

Emil. Difprove this, villain, if thou be'st a man:
He fays, thou told'ft him that his wife was falfe;
I know, thou did'ft not, thou'rt not such a villain;
Speak, for my heart is full.

lago. I told him what I thought: and told no more elfe:Than what he found himfelf was apt and true. Emil. But did you ever tell him, she was falte? lago. I did.

Emil. Thou art rash as fire, to fay
That fhe was falfe; O, the was heavenly true!
Oth. Caffio did tup her; afk thy hufband
O, 1 were damn'd beneath all depth in hell,
But that I did proceed upon jult grounds
To this extremity: Thy husband knew it all.
Emil. My husband?

Amil. You told a lie: an odious, damned lie;
Upon my foul, a lie; a wicked lie:

She falfe with Caffio !—Did you fay, with Caffio?
Iago. With Caffio, miftrefs; Go to, charm your

tongue 5.

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

My mistress here lies murder'd in her bed.

1 Mr. Steevens is of opinion, " that fome theatrical direction has been omitted; and that when Othello fays, Not dead? not yet quite dead? I, that am cruel, am yet merciful; I would not have thee linger in thy pain :-So, fe-he then itabs her, repeating the two laft words, as he repeats the blow. After a repetition of wounds, Defdemona might fpeak again, with propriety, and yet very foon expire. The first refolution of Othello was to poifon her; but from this meafure he is diffuaded by the policy of Iago. He is next determined to ufe the poniard; but, his tenderness awaking, he cannot bear to deform those beauties which he had fo often approached with other fenfations and for different purposes. Therefore, fays he,-I'll not fhed her blood, nor fcar that whiter skin of hers than fnow, and fmooth as monumental alabafter: And this refolution we are to imagine he would have kept, but that he was averfe to employing thofe means again, which had already appeared to be uncertain in their effect." 2 As water that will fupport no weight, nor keep any impreffion. 4 She means to say, 3 Villainy has taken advantage to play upon the weakness of a violent paflion. I have in this caufe power to endure more than thou haft power to inflict, si. e. Apply fome power, ftrong as a charm would be, to your tongue; for nothing lefs can stop its volubility.

All.

All. O heavens forefend !

Emil. And your reports have fet the murder on.
Otb. Nay, ftare not, masters; it is true, indeed.
Gra. 'Tis a ftrange truth.

Mon. O monstrous act!

Emil. Villainy, villainy, villainy !

I think upon 't, I think,-I fmell 't;-O villainy!
I thought fo then ;-I'll kill myself for grief.-
O villainy, villainy !

Jago. What, are you mad? I charge you, get
you home.

Emil.Good gentlemen,let me have leave to fpeak; 'Tis proper I obey him, but not now :---Perchance, Iago, I will ne'er go home.

10 murd'rous coxcomb! what should fuch a fool Do with so good a wife?

[lago ftabs bis wife, then runs out. Oth. Are there no ftones in heaven,

But what ferve for the thunder ?-Precious villant
Gra. The woman falls; fure he has kill'd s
wife.

Emil. Ay, ay; O, lay me by my miftrefs' file'
Gra. He's gone; but his wife 's kill'd.
Mon. 'Tis a notorious villain. Take you d
weapon,

Which I have here recover'd from the Moor:
Come, guard the door without; let him not país,
But kill him rather: I'll after that fame villan,
[Othello looking on his wife. For 'tis a damned flave. [Exeunt Mon, and Gra.
Oth. I am not valiant neither,

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

Oth. O, fhe was foul!

[Rifing.

I fcarce did know you, uncle: There lies your niece, Whofe breath, indeed, thefe hands have newly stopp'd:

I know, this act fhews horrible and grim.

Gra. Poor Defdemona ! 1 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 fight would make him do a desperate turn;
Yea, curfe his better angel from his fide,

And fall to reprobation.

Oth. 'Tis pitiful: but yet Iago knows,

That the with Caffio hath the act of fhame

But every puny whipster gets my fword :—
But why thould honour out-live honesty?
Let it go all.

Emil. What did thy song bode, lady?
Hark, can't thou hear me? I will play the fwa,
And die in mufic. Willow, willow, willow-
Moor, fhe was chafte; the lov'd thee, cruel Moer:
So come my foul to blifs, as I fpeak true;
So fpeaking as I think, I die,-I die.

Otb. I have another weapon in this chamber, It is a fword of Spain, the ice-brook's temper 2 O, here it is :-Uncle, I must come forth

Gra. [within] If thou attempt it, it will coft

thee dear;

Thou haft no weapon, and perforce must fader.
Otb. Look in upon me then, and fpeak with me,

A thousand times committed; Caffio confefs'd it; Or, naked as I am, I will affault thee.

And the did gratify his amorous works
With that recognizance and pledge of love
Which I once gave her; I faw it in his hand;
It was an handkerchief, an antique token
My father gave my mother.

Emil. O heaven! O heavenly powers!
Jago. Come, hold your peace.

Emil. 'Twill out, 'twill out:-I hold my peace,
fir? no,

Re-enter Gratiano.

Gra. What is the matter?

Otb. Behold! I have a weapon:

A better never did itself fuftain

Upon a foldier's thigh: I have seen the day,
That, with this little arm, and this good fword,
I have made my way through more impediments
Than twenty times your stop:-But, O vain boatt!
Who can controul his fate? 'tis not fo now.—
Be not afraid, though you do fee me weapon'd;
Here is my journey's end, here is my butt,
The very fea-mark of my utmost fail.
Do you go back dismay'd? 'tis a loft fear;
[ĺago offers to ftab his wife. Man but a rush against Othello's breaft,

No, I will speak as liberal as the north;"
Let heaven, and men, and devils, let them all,
All, all, cry fhame against me, yet I'll speak.
lago. Be wife, and get you home.
Emil. I will not.

Gra. Fie!

Your fword upon a woman?

Emil. O thou dull Moor! that handkerchief,
thou fpeak'st of,

I found by fortune, and did give my husband;
For often, with a folemn earnestness,
(More than, indeed, belong'd to such a trifle)
He begg'd of me to steal it.

lago. Villainous whore!

And he retires;-Where should Othello go?
Now, how doft thou look now? O ill-ftarr'

wench 3?

Pale as thy fmock! when we shall meet at compt,
This look of thine will hurl my foul from heaven,
And fiends will snatch at it. Cold, cold, my girl?
Even like thy chastity.—

O curfed, curfed flave !-Whip me, ye devils,
From the poffeffion of this heavenly fight!

Emil. She give it Caffio! no, alas; I found it, Blow me about in winds! roaft me in fulphur! And I did give it my husband.

Iago. Filth, thou lieft.

Wash me in steep-down gulfs of liquid fire!—
O Defdemona! Desdemona! dead?

Emil. By heaven, I do not; I do not, gentlemen: Dead? O! O! O!

1 Liberal is free, under no controul. water.

2 Steel is hardened by being put red hot into very cold

3. Wench originally fignified only a young woman.

Enter Lodovico, Caffio brought in; Montano, with|

Iago, prifoner; and Officers.

Lod. Where is this rafh and most unfortunate
man?

Oth. That's he that was Othello; here I am.
Lod. Where is that viper? bring the villain
forth.

Oth. I look down towards his feet' ;-but that's
a fable.

If that thou be'ft a devil, I cannot kill thee.
[Othello wounds lago.
Lod. Wrench his fword from him.
Iago. I bleed, fir; but not kill'd.

Oth. O fool! fool! fool!

Caf. There is, befides, in Roderigo's letter,-
How he upbraids Iago, that he made him
Brave me upon the watch; whereon it came
That I was caft: And even but now he fpake,
After long feeming dead,-Iago hurt him,
Lago fet him on.

[us:

Lod. You must forfake this room, and go with
Your power and your command is taken off,
And Caffio rules in Cyprus. For this slave,-
If there be any cunning cruelty,

That can torment him much, and hold him long,
It fhall be his: You fhall clofe prisoner rest,

Orb. I am not forry neither; I'd have thee live; 'Till that the nature of your fault be known

For, in my fenfe, 'tis happiness to die.

Lod. O thou Othello, that wast once fo good,
Fall'n in the practice 2 of a cursed slave,
What shall be faid to thee?

To the Venetian state-Come, bring him away.
Oth. Soft you; a word or two, before you go.
I have done the ftate fome service, and they
know it;

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,
his Nor set down aught in malice: then must you speak
Of one, that lov'd not wifely, but too well;
Of one, not eafily jealous, but, being wrought,
Perplex'd in the extreme; of one, whose hand,
Like the bafe Judean 3, threw a pearl away
Richer than all his tribe; of one, whofe fubdu'd
eyes,

Caf. Dear general, I never gave you caufe.
Oth. I do believe it, and I afk your pardon.
Will you, I pray, demand that demi-devil,
Why he hath thus enfnar'd my foul and body?
Iago. Demand me nothing: What you know,
you know:

From this time forth I never will speak word.
Led. What? not to pray?

Gra. Torments will ope your lips.
Oth. Well, thou doft beft.

Lod. Sir, you fhall understand what hath befall'n, Which, as I think, you know not: Here is a letter,

Found in the pocket of the flain Roderigo;
And here, another: the one of them imports
The death of Caffio to be undertook

By Roderigo.

Oth. O villain!

Caf. Moft heathenish, and most grofs!

Lod. Now here's another difcontented paper,
Found in his pocket too; and this, it seems,
Roderigo meant to have fent this damned villain;
But that, belike, lago in the interim
Came in and fatisfied him.

Oth. O the pernicious caitiff!—
How came you, Caffio, by that handkerchief
That was my wife's?

Caf. I found it in my chamber:
And he himself confefs'd, but even now,
That there he dropp'd it for a special purpose,
Which wrought to his defire.

Albeit unused to the melting mood,
Drop tears as faft as the Arabian trees
Their med'cinable gumi: Set you down this :
And fay, befides,—that in Aleppo once,
Where a malignant and a turban'd Turk
Beat a Venetian, and traduc'd the ftate,
I took by the throat the circumcifed dog,
And fmote him-thus.

[Stabs himself.

More fell than anguish, hunger, or the sea 1
Look on the tragic loading of this bed; [To lage.
This is thy work: the object poisons fight ;-
Let it be hid.-Gratiano, keep the house,
And feize upon the fortunes of the Moor,
For they fucceed on you.-To you, lord governor,
Remains the cenfure 5 of this hellish villain;
The time, the place, the torture,-O inforce it!
Myfelf will ftraight aboard; and, to the ftate,
This heavy act with heavy heart relate. [Excunt.

1 To fee if, according to the common opinion, his feet be cloven. 2 i. e. in the fnare, by the Aratagem. 3 By the Judian (which is the reading of the elder quarto, and adopted by Theobald and Warburton), the latter fays, is meant Herod, whofe ufage to Mariamne is fo appofite to the fpeaker's cafe, that a more proper inftance could not be thought of. Befides, he was the fubject of a tragedy at that time, as appears from the words in Hamlet, where an ill player is described, "to out-herod Herod." The metaphorical term of a pearl for a fine woman, is fo common as scarce to need examples. 4 The dogs of Spartan race, fays Hanmer, were reckoned among those of the moft fierce and favage kind. 5 i. e. the fentence.

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