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, Des. Then, Lord have mercy on me! I say, Amen. Oth. Oth. By heaven, I saw my handkerchief in his hand. O perjured woman! thou dost stone my heart; 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, 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. Des. Kill me to-morrow; let me live to-night. 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? wife. My wife! my wife! what wife?—I have no wife. Methinks, it should be now a huge eclipse Of sun and moon; and that the affrighted globe 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 |