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kunil. You told a lie; an odious, damned (More than, indeed, belong'd to such a trifle,)
Upon my soul, a lie; a wicked lie: (lie; He begg'd of me to steal it.
She false with Cassio !-Did you say with Iago.

Villanous whore !
Cassio ?

[your tongue. Emil. She give it Cassio ! no, alas; I found dago. With Cassio, mistress ; Goto, charm And I did give't my husband.

{it, Emil. I will not charm my tongue; I am Iago.

Filth, thou liest. bound to speak;

Emil. By heaven, I do not; I do not, gen. My mistress here lies murderd in her bed.

tlemen :

[fool All. O beavens forefend * !

O murd’rous coxcomb! what should such a Emil. And your reports bave set the mor. Do with so good a wife 3 der on,

[Iago stabs EMILIA, then runs out. Oth. Nay, stare, not, masters; it is true, Oth. Are there no stones in heaven, Gra, 'Tis a strange truth.

[indeed. But what serve for the thunder -Precious Mon. O monstrous act!

villain !

[his wife. Emil. - Villany, villany, villanyl- Gra. The woman falls; sure, he has killd I think upon't, I think, I smell't ;-0 yil. Emil. Ay, ay; 0, lay me by my mistress' lany!


Gra. He's gone, but his wife's kill'd. (side! I thought so then ;-I'll kill myself for grief. Mon. 'Tis a notorious villain. Take yon O villany, villany!

(get you home.

in this weapon, lago. What, are you mad? I charge you, which I have here recover'd from the Moor: Emil. Good gentlenien, let me bave leave Come, gnard the door without; let him pot to speak;


(lain, 'Tis proper I obey him, but not now

But kill him rather ; I'll after that same vil. Perchance, Iago, I will ne'er go home. For 'tis a damned slave.

Oth, 01.0!0! (Hanging over his wife. 40 [Ereunt MONTANO and GRATIANO. Emil. Nay, lay thee down, and roar; Oth.

I am not valiant neither, For thou hast kill'd the sweetest innocent, But every pany whipster gets my sword: That e'er did lift up eye.

But why should honour outlive honesty ? Oth.

O, she was foul | Let it go all.
.: Emil.

What did thy song bode, lady? I scarce did know you, uncle: There lies your Hark, canst thou bear me? I will play the niece, (stopp'd :: swan,

[low.Whose breath, indeed, these hands have newly And die in music; -Willow, willow, wil. I know, this act shows horrible and grim. Moor, she was chaste; she loved thee, cruel Gra. Poor Desdemona! I am glad thy

Moor: father's dead;

So come my, soul to bliss, as I speak true; Thy match was mortal to him, and pure grief So speaking as I think, I die, I die. [Dies, Shore bis oli thread in twain : did he live pow, Oth. I have another weapon in this cham. This sight would make him do a desperate turn, ber,

[perti Yea, curse his better angel from his side, It is a sword of Spain, the ice-brook's temAnd fall to reprobation.

O, here it is :-Uncle, I must come forth. Oth. 'Tis pitiful: but yet Iago knows, Gra: [Within.] If thon attempt it, it will That she 'with Cassio hath the act of shame

cost thee dear;

[fer A thousand times committed; Cassio confess'dit: Thou hast no weapou, and perforce must suf. And she did gratify his amorous works

Oth. Look in upon me then, and speak with With that recognizance and pledge of love Or, baked as I am, I will assault thee.

[me, Which I first gave her ; I saw it in his hand;

Re-enter GRATIANO. It was a handkerchief, an antique token

Gra. What is the matter? My father gave my mother.


Behold! I have a weapon; Emil. O heaven! O heavenly powers! A better never did itself sustain lago.

Come, hold your peace. Upon a soldier's thigh; I have seen the day, Emil. 'Twill out, 'twill out ;–1 hold my That, with this little arm, and this good sword, peace, sir I no:

I have made my way through more impediNo, I will speak as liberal + as the air ;


[boast! Let heaven, and men, and devils, let them all, Than twenty times your stop:-- But, o vain All, all, cry shame against me, yet I'll speak. Who can control his fate? 'tis not so now:

Iago. Be wise, and get you home. Be not afraid, though you do see me weapon'd; Emil.

I will not. Here is my journey's end, here is my batt, [Iaco offers to stab his Wife. And very sea mark of my utmost sail. Gra.

Fie! Do you go back dismay'a ? 'tis a lost fear; Your sword upon a woman?

Man but a rush against Othello's breast, Emil. O thou dull Moor! that handker. And he retires; Where should Othello go?chief thou speak'st of,

Now, how dost thou look now! ill-starrt . found by fortune, and did give my husband;

wench !

[compt For often, with a'sulemn earnestness) Pale as thy smock ! when we shall meet et • Forbid. + Free. Steel is hardened by being pat red-hot into very cold water

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This Jook of thine will hurt my soul from And he hintself confess'd, but even now heaven,

(girl? That there he dropp'd it, for a special purpose And fiends will snatch at it. Cold, cold, my Which wrought to his desire. Even like thy chastity.


O fool! fool! fool O cursed, cursed slave! - Whip me, ye devils, Cas. There is, besides, in Roderigo's letter From the possession of this heavenly sight! How he upbraids Iago, that he made him Blow me abont in winds! roast me in sulphur! Brave me npon the watch ; whereon it came Wash me in steep-down gulfs of liquid fire ! That I was cast: And even but now he spake, O Desdemona ! Desdemonal dead?

After iong seeming dead, -Iago hurt him, Dead S010! O!

lago set him on.

(with us Enter LODOVICO, MONTANO, Cassio, car. Lod. You must forsake this room, and go ried in a Chair, and Officers, with lago, Yoar power and your command is taken off, prisoner.

And Cassio rules in Cyprus. For this slave, Lod. Where is this rash and most unfor. If there be any eunning cruelty, tunate man?

[am. That can torment him much, and hold him long, Oth. That's he, that was Othello; bere I It shall be his : You shall close prisoner rest, Lod. Where is that viper? bring the villain Till that the nature of your fault be known forth.

(that's a fable: To the Venetian state :-Come, bring him Oth, I look down towards his feet *;-but away.

[go. l' that thou be'st a devil, I cannot kill thee. Oth. Soft you; a word or two, before you

(OTHELLO wounds lago. I have done the state some service, and they Lod. Wrench his sword from him.

know it; Iago. I bleed, sir; but not killed. No more of that:- I pray you, in your letters,

oth. I am not sorry neither; I'd have thee When you shall these unlucky deeds relate, For, in my sense, 'tis happiness to die. [live; Speak of me as I am; nothing extenuate,

Lod. Othou Othello, that was once so good, Nor set down'aught in malice: then must you Falln in the practice of a cursed slave,

speak What shall be said to thee?

Of one, that loved not wisely, but too well ; Oth.

Why, any thing : Of one, not easily jealous, but, being wrought, Ain honourable murderer, if you will; Perplex'd in the extreme ; of one, whose hand, For nought I did in hate, but all in honour. Like the base Judean, threw a pearl away, Lod. This wretch hath part confessed his Richer than all his tribe; of one, whose subvillany:

daed eyes, Did you and he consent in Cassio's death? Albeit unused to the melting mood, Oth. Ay.

Drop tears as fast as the Arabian trees Cas. Dear general, I never gave you cause. Their medicinal gum : Set you down this :

Oth. I do believe it, and I ask your pardon. And say, besides,- that in Aleppo once, Will you, I pray you, demand that demi-devil, Where a malignant and a turban'a Turk Why he hath thus insnared my soul and body? Beat a Venetian, and traduced the state, lago. Demand me vothing: What you I took by the throat the circumcised dog, know, you know:

And smote him-thus (Stabs himself. From this time forth I never will speak word. Lod. O bloody period ! Lod. What? not to pray?


All, that's spoke, is marr'd. Gra.

Torments will ope your lips. Oth. I kiss'l thee, ere I kill'd thee ;-No Oth. Well, thou dost best.

way but this, Lod. Sir, you shall understand what hath

(Falling upon DesdeMONA. befall'u,

[letter, Killing myself, to die upon a kiss. (Dies. Which, as I think, you know not : Here is a Cas. This did I fear, but thought he had no Found in the pocket of the slain Roderigu; For he was great of heart.

[weapon; And here, another: the one of them imports Lod.

O Spartan dog, The death of Cassio to be undertook

More fell than anguish, hunger, or the sea; By Roderigo.

Look on the tragic loading of this bed; Oth. O villain!

(To lago. Cas. Most heathenish, and most gross ! This is thy work : the object poisons sight;-

Lod. Now here's another discontented paper, Let it be hid.-Gratiano, keep the house, Found in his pocket too; and this, it seems, And seize upon the fortunes of the Moor, Roderigo meant to have sent this damned vil. For they succeed to you.-To you, lord goBut that, belike, lago in the interim Came in and satisfied him.

Remains the censure of this hellish villain ; Oth.

O the pernicious caitiff!-- The time, the place, the torture, -0 enforce it! How came you, Cassio, dy that handkerchief Myself will straight abroad; and, to the state, That was my wife's ?

This heavy act with heavy heart relate.
I found it in my chamber:

(Exeunt. • To see if bis feet be cloven.

+ By the stratagem. 1 Judgment.

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B 18 beauties of this play impress themselves so strongly upon the attention of the reader, that wey can draw no aid from critical illustration. The fiery openness of Othello, magnani. mous, artless, and credulous, bonndless in his confidence, ardent in his affection, inflexible in his resolution, and obdurate in his revenge; the cool malignity of lago, silent in his resentment, subtle in his designs, and studious at once of his interest and his vengeance; the soft simplicity of Desdemona, confident of merit, and conscious of innocence, her artlessperseverance in her suit, and her slowness to suspect that she can be suspected, are such prvofs of Shakspeare's skill in human naturis as, I suppose, it is vain to seek in aay modern writer. The gradual progress which Iago makys in the Moor's conviction, and the circumstances which he employs to inflame him, are so artfully natural, that, though it will perhaps not be said of him as he says of himself, that he is a man not easily jealous, yet we cannot but pity bim, when at last we find him perplexed in the extreme.

There is always danger, lest wickedness, conjoined with abilities, should steal upon esteem, though it misses of approbation; but the charaeter of Iago is so conducted, that he is from the first scene to the last bated and despised.

Even the inferior characters of this play would be very conspicuous in any other piece, not only for their justness, but their strength. Cassio is brave, benevolent, and honest, ruined only by his want of stubbornness to resist an insidious invitation. Roderigo's suspicious credulity, and impatient submission to the cheats which he sees practised upon bim, and which by persuasion he suffers to be repeated, exhibit a strong picture of a weak mind beg trayed hy unlawful desires to a false friend; and the virtue of Einilia is such as we often find, worn loosely, but not cast of, easy to commit small crimes, but quickened and alarnier at atrocious villanies.

The scenes from the beginning to the end are busy, varied by happy interchanges, and regularly promoting the progression of the story; and the narrative in the end, thongl it tells but what is known already, yet is necessary to produce the death of Othello.

Had the scene openedin Cyprus, and the preceding incidents been occasionally related, there bad been little wanting to a drama of the most exact and scrupulous regularity. JUHNSON.

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