They do not point on me.

Oth.

Peace, and be still!

Des. I will so: what's the matter?

Oth. That handkerchief, which I so loved, and

Take heed of perjury: thou 'rt on thy death-bed.

Des. Ay, but not yet to die.

Oth.

Yes, presently:

Therefore confess thee freely of thy sin;

For to deny each article with oath,

Cannot remove nor choke the strong conception,
That I do groan withal. Thou art to die.

Des. Then, Lord have mercy on me!

I say, Amen.

Oth.
Des. And have you mercy too!—I never did
Offend you in my life; never loved Cassio,
But with such general warranty of Heaven
As I might love: I never gave him token.

Oth. By heaven, I saw my handkerchief in his

hand.

O perjured woman! thou dost stone my heart;
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 confess a truth.

No, his mouth is stopp'd:

Des. He'll not say so.

Oth.

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 betray'd, 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.
Oth. Nay, if you strive,-

Des.

But half an hour.

Oth.

Being done,

But while I say one prayer.

Oth. It is too late.

[he smothers her.

Emi. [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,

OTHELLO,

Em. [within.] What ho!

Oth.

Emi. [within.] O, good my lord, I would speak a

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.

good?

Shall she come in? Were 't

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.

Emi. [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.

Enter EMILIA.

Emi. O, good my lord, yonder 's foul murder

done.

Oth. What? now?

Emi.

But now, my lord