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Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war!
And, oh, you mortal engines, whose rude throats
The immortal Jove's dread clamours counterfeit,
Farewel! Othello's occupation's gone!
lago. Is't poffible, my Lord ?
Oih. Villain, be fure chou prove my love a whore; Be sure of it; give me the ocular proof,
[ Catching bold of bir. Or, by the worth of mine eternal soul, Thou hadît been better have been born a dog, Than answer my wak'd wrath.
lago. Is it come to this ?
Oih. Make me to fee't; or, at the least, fo prove it,
That the probation bear no hinge nor loop
To hang a doubt on: or, woe upon thy life!
lago. My noble Lord-
Oih. If thou dost slander her, and torture me,
Never pray more ; abandon all reinorfe.;
On horror's head horrors accumulate !
Do deeds to make heaven weep, all earth amaz'd;
For nothing canst thou to damnation add,
Greater than that.
lago. Oh grace! oh heaven defend me!
Are you a man? have you'a foul, or sense?
God be wi' you! Take mine office. O wretched fool,
That liv'st to make thine honesty a vice!
Oh monstrous world! take note, take note, oh world,
To be direct and honest, is not safe.
you for this prosit; and from hence I'll love no friend, fith love breeds fuch offence.
Oth. Nay, stay. Thou shouldit be honeft
lago. I should be wise, for honefty's a fool, dind loses that it works for.
Ch. By the world, I think
wife is honest, and think she is not ;
I think that thou art juft, and think thou art not.
I'll have some proof. Her name, that was as fresh
As Dian's visage, is now begrim'd and black
As my own face. If there be cords, or knives,
Poison, or fire, or suffocating streams,
I'll not endure 't. 'Would I were satisfied !
Iago. I fee, Sir, you are eaten up with paffion ; I do repent me that I
put You would be satisfied?
Oth. Would ? nay, I will. lago. And may; but how how fatisfied, my Lord ? Would you be supervisor, grossly gape on? Behold her tupp'd ?
Oth. Death and damnation? oh!
lago. It were a tedious difficulty, I think, To bring 'em to that prospect : damn them then, If ever mortal eyes do see them bolster,
More than their own. - What then? how then? » What shall I say? where's satisfaction?
It is impossible you should see this,
Were they as prime as goats, as hot as monkeys,
As salt as wolves in pride, and fools as gross
As ignorance made drunk. But
yet, I say,
If imputation and strong circumstances,
Which lead directly to the door of truth,
Will give you fatisfaction, you might have it.
Oth. Give me a living reason she's disloyal.
lago. I do not like the office;
But since I'm.enter'd in this cause so far,
Prick'd to't by foolish honefty and love,
I will go on. I lay with Caffio lately,
And, being troubled with a raging tooth,
I could not sleep
There are a kind of men so loose of foul,
That in their sleeps will mutter their affairs.
One of this kind is Callio:
In sleep I heard him say, “ Sweet Desdemona,
“ Let us be wary, let us hide our loves !".
And then, Sir, would he gripe, and wring my hand;
Cry, “ O sweet creature!" and then kiss me hard,
As if he pluck'd up kisses by the roots,
That grew upon my lips ; then lay his leg
Over my thigh, and figh'd and kiss'd, and then
Cried, “ Cursed fate! that gave thee to the Moor."
Oth. Oh monstrous! monstrous !
lago. Nay, this was but his dream.
Oth. But this denoted a foregone conclufion; 'Tis a shrewd doubt, though it be but a dream.
lago. And this may help to thicken other proofs, That do demonstrate thinly..
Oth. I'll tear her all to pieces.
lago. Nay, but be wife; yet we see nothing done ;
She may be honeft yet. - Tell me but this,
Have you not sometimes seen a handkerchief,
Spotted with strawberries, in your wife's hand ?
Oth. I gave her such a one'; 'twas my first gift.
lago. I know net that; but such a handkerchief
(I'm sure it was your wife's) did I to-day
Šee Casio wipe his beard with.
Oth. If it be that.
lago. If it be that, or any, if 'twas hers, It speaks against her with the other proofs.
Oth. Oh that the slave had forty thousand lives;
One is too poor, too weak for my revenge.
Now do I see 'tis true. Look here, lago,
fond. love thus do. I blow to heaven: Arise, black vengeance, from thy hollow cell! Yie:d
up, oh love, thy crown and hearted throne
To tyrannous hate ! (well, bosom, with thy fraught,
For 'tis of afpics tongues.
Iago. Yet be content.
Oth. Oh, blood! blood! blood !-
Iago. Patience, I say; your mind perhaps may changes
Oth. Never, Iago. Like to the Pontic Sea,
Whose icy current and compulsive course
Ne'er feels retiring ebb, but keeps due on
To the Propontic and the Hellefpont;
Even so my bloody thoughts with violent pace
Shall ne'er look back, ne'er ebb to humble love;
Till that a capable and wide revenge
Swallow them up.---Now, by yon marble heaven,
In the due reverence of a sacred vow
I here engage my words.
Lago. Do not rise yet.
Witness, ye ever-burning lights above !
Ye elements that clip us round about !
Witness that here lago doth give up
The execution of his wit, hands, heart,
To wrong'd Othello's service. Let him command;
And to obey shall be in me remorse,
What bloody business ever.
Oth. I greet thy love,
Not with vain thanks, but with acceptance bounteous';
apon the instant put thee to't. Within these three days let me hear thee fay That Caffio's not alive.
Iago. My friend is dead; 'Tis done at your request. But let her live.
Oth. Damn her, lewd minx ! oh damn her! damn her! Come, go with me apart; I will withdraw To furnish me with some fwift means of death For the fair devil. Now art thou my lieutenant.' lago. I am your own for ever.
Act V. SCENE II. A Bed-chamber: Desdemona is
discovered apleep in her Bed.
Enter Othello, with a light and a sword.
It is the cause, it is the caule, o iny soul ;
my 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 hers than snow, And smooth as monumental alabaster. [Lays down the 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 minifter,
can again thy former light restore, Should I repent: but once put out thy light,
Thou cunning'it pattern of lexcelling nature,
I know not where is that Promethean heat
That can thy light relumine. Sets drwn the taper.
When I have pluck'd thy rose,
I cannot give it vital growth again;
It needs must wither -I'll smell it on the tree ;
[ Kiffing ber
Oh balmy breath, chat doft almost persuade
Justice to break her sword !one more ; one more.
Be thus when thou art dead, and I will kill thee,
And love thee after.-One more ; and that's the lat.
So sweet was ne'er fo fatal! I muft weep,
But they are cruel tears.' This forrow's heavenly.;
It strikes where it doth love. She wakes
Def. Who's there? Othello ?
Oib. Ay, Defdemona.
Def: Will you cone to-bed, my Lord?
Oib. Have you pray'd to-night, Desdemona
Def: Ay, my Lord.
Oib. If you bethink yourfeH-of any crime
Unreconcil'd as yet to heaven and grace,
Solicit for it straight.
Def. Alack, my Lord!
may you mean by that?
Oth. Well, do it, and be brief. I will walk by.
I would not kill thy unprepared spirit;
No, heavens forefend ! I would not kill thy soul.
Def. Talk you of killing?
Oth. Ay, I do.
Def. Then heaven have mercy on me!
Oih. Amen, with all my heart.
Def. If you fay fo, I hope you will not kill me,
Def. And yet I fear you: for you're fatal then,
When your eyes roll fo. Why I should fear I know note
Since guilt I know not; yet. I feel I fear.
Oth. Think on thy sins.
Def. They're loves I bear to you.
Oih. Ay, and for that thou diest.
Def. That death's unnatural, that kills for loving.