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Olh. What needs this iterance, woman? I say, thy
husband. Emil. O mistress, villainy 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.
Emil. Do thy worst :
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 kill'd my mistress; Murder! mur
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 be'st a man:
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?
Emil. You told a lie; an odious, damned lie;
tongue. Emil. I will not charm my tongue; I am bound to
All. O heavens forefend!
Villainy, villainy, villainy !--
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. O! O! O!O! [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,
0, she was foul!
Oth. 'Tis pitiful: but yet Iago knows,
Emil. O heaven! O heavenly powers!
Come, hold your peace. Emil. 'Twill out, 'twill out:--I hold my peace, sir?
no; No, I will speak as liberal as the air;
Let heaven, and men, and devils, let them all,
Iago. Be wise, and get you home.
I will not.
[Iago offers to stab his wife. Gra.
Fye! Your sword upon a woman? Emil. O thou dull Moor! that handkerchief thou
Villainous whore !
Filth, thou liest.
[Iago stabs Emilia, then runs out. Oth.
87 Are there no stones in heaven, But what serve for the thunder? - Precious villain!
Gra. The woman falls; sure, he has kill'd his wife.
weapon, 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,
(Exeunt Montano and Gratiano. Oth.
I am not valiant neither, But every puny whipster gets my sword:But why should honour outlive honesty? Let it go all.
Emil. What did thy song bode, lady? Hark, can'st thou hear me? I will play the swan, And die in musick ;-Willow, willow, willow. Moor, she was chaste; she lov'd thee, cruel Moor: So come my soul to bliss, as I speak true; So speaking as I think, I die,- I die.
[Dies. Oth. I have another weapon in this chamber, It is a sword of Spain, the ice-brook's temper 88 ;O, here it is :-Uncle, I must come forth. Gra. [Within.] If thou attempt it, it will cost thee
dear; Thou hast no weapon, and perforce must suffer.
Oth. Look in upon me then, and speak with me, Or, naked as I am, I will assault thee.
Gra. What is the matter?
Behold! I have a weapon;