Concerning this, sir,-O, well-painted passion; [Exit, Des. Upon my knees, what doth your speech im HIS PATHETIC UPBRAIDING OF DESDEMONA. port? I understand a fury in your words, But not the words. Oth. Why, what art thou? Des. And loyal wife. Oth. Your wife, my lord; your true Come, swear it, damn thyself; Lest, being like one of heaven, the devils themselves Should fear to seize thee: therefore be doubledamn'd, Swear--thou art honest. Des. Heaven doth truly know it. Oth. Heaven truly knows, that thou art false as hell. Des. To whom, my lord? with whom? How am I false? Oth. O Desdemona! away! away! away! Des. Alas, the heavy day!Why do you weep? Am I the occasion of these tears, my lord? If, haply, you my father do suspect, Lay not your blame on me; if you have lost him, Oth. All kinds of sores, and shames, on my bare head, Given to captivity me and my utmost hopes; A fixed figure, for the time of scorn Yet could I bear that too; well, very well: To knot and gender in!-turn thy complexion there! Des. I hope my noble lord esteems me honest. Des. Alas, what ignorant sin have I committed? Oth. Was this fair paper, this most goodly book, Made to write whore upon? What committed! Committed!-0 thou public commoner! I should make very forges of my cheeks, Is hush'd within the hollow mine of earth, Des. No, as I am a christian: By heaven, you do me wrong. Oth. Are not you a strumpet? Des. If to preserve this vessel for my lord, From any other foul unlawful touch, Be-not to be a strumpet, I am none. Oth. What, not a whore? Des. Oth. Is it possible? No, as I shall be saved. Des. O, heaven forgive us! * Treasured up. Oth. I cry you mercy, then I took you for that cunning whore of Venice, DESDEMONA'S FIDELITY. O, good lago, lord again? Good friend, go to him; for, by this light of heaven, I know not how I lost him. Here I kneel: If e'er my will did trespass 'gainst his love, Or that I do not yet, and ever did, And ever will-Though he do shake me off ACI V. OTHELLO'S IRRESOLUTION TO MURDER DESDEMONA, SCENE. A Bedchamber; DESDEMONA in bed asleep. A light burning. It is the cause, it is the cause, my soul.— Let me not name it to you, you chaste stars! It is the cause. Yet I'll not shed her blood; Nor scar that whiter skin of her's than snow, And smooth as monumental alabaster. [Takes off his sword. Yet she must die, else she'll betray more men. Put out the light, and then put out the light:* If I quench thee, thou flaming minister, I can again thy former light restore, Should I repent me:-but once put out thine, I cannot give it vital growth again, * i. e. The light of life. It needs must wither:-I'll smell it on the tree.- But they are cruel tears: This sorrow's heavenly: HIS CONFUSION AFTER THE Murder. Yes; 'tis Emelia:-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. Shall she come in? Were't good? 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 Had she been true, HIS LOVE. If heaven would make me such another world HIS REMORSE. Behold! I have a weapon; A better never did itself sustain Upon a soldier's thigh: I have seen the day, And he retires: Where should Othello go?- O cursed, cursed slave!-Whip me, ye devils, HIS SPEECH BEFORE HIS DEATH. Soft you; a word or two, before you go. I have done the state some service, and they know it; Nor set down aught in malice: then must you speak [Stabs himself. ROMEO AND JULIET. ACT I. LOVE. LOVE is a smoke rais'd with the fume of sighs; Being purg'd, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes; * Account. |