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Æmil. Oh, are you come, lago? you have done:
well, That men must lay their murders on your neck. Gra. What is the matter?
Æmil. Disprove this, villain, if thou best a man; He says thou toldest him that his wife was false: I know thou didst not; thou’rt not such a villain. Speak, for my heart is full.
Iago. I told him what I thought; and told no: Than what he found himself was apt and true.
Emil. But did you ever tell him the was false?
lago. I did.
Ævil. You told a lie; an odious, damned lie: Upon my soul, a lie; â wicked lie, She false with Cafio ? did you say, with Caffio ? lage. With Caflio, mistress; go to, charm your
tongue. Emil. I will not charm my tongue ; I'm bound:
All. Oh Heavens forfend !
Æmil. Villainy! villainy! villainy !
lago. What, are you mad? I charge you, get
Æmil. Good gentlemen, let me have leave to 'Tis proper I obey him, but not now: [speak: Perchance, lago, I will ne'er go home.
Oth. Oh, oh, oh! [Othello falls on the Bed.
Æinil. Nay, lay thee down and roar:
[Rising I scarce did know you, uncle; there lyes your niece, Whose breath indeed these hands have newly stop
Did he live now,,
Öth. 'Tis pitiful; but yet Iago knows,.
Æmil. Oh Heav'n! oh heav'nly powers !
Æmit. 'Twill out, 'twill out !---I, peace!
lago. Be wise, and get you home.
thou speakeit of,
(More than, indeed, belonged to such a triflet He begged of me to steal it.
lags. Villainous whore !
Æmil. She gave.it Caflio ? alas, I found it, And I did give't my husband.
lagi. Filth, thou lieit.
Æmil. By Heav'n,,I do not; I do not, gentlemen:: Oh murd'rous coxcomb ! what should such a fool Do with so good a wife?
[lago breaks through and wounds his Wife,
then runs out.
take this weapon, Which I have here recovered from the Moor: Come, guard the door without, let him not pass, But kill him rather; I'll after that same villain, For 'tis a damned stave. [Exeunt Mon, and Gra.
Oth. I am not valiant neither;
Æmil. What did thy-fong bode, Lady?
Oih. I have another weapon in this chamber, It was a sword of Spain, the Ebro's-temper; Oh, here it is : Uncle, I must come forth. Gra. within.] If thou attempt it, it will cost thee.
Thou hast no weapon, and perforce must suffer.
Oth. Look in upon me then, and speak with me,
Oib. Lo! I have a weapon ::
No, and IAGO prisoner, with Oficers.
Lod. Where is that viper ? bring the villain forth.
[Othello wounds lago. Lod. Wrench his sword from him. lago. I bleed, Sir, but not killed..
Oih. I am not sorry neither: I'd have thee live; For, in my sense, 'tis happiness to die.
Lod. Oh thou, Othello, that walt once so good,
Oth. Why, any thing;
Lod. This wretch hath part confefs'd his villainy: Did you
and he consent in Caffio's death? Oth. Ay, Cuf. Dear General, I never gave you cause...
Oih. I. do believe it, and I alk your pardon : Will you, I pray, demand that demi-devil, Why he hath thus ensnared my soul and body? Iugo. Demand me nothing; what you know, you
Lod. What, not to pray?
(54) I look down towards his feet: but that's a fable.) I won't pretend to affirm but Ben. Johnson seems to me to be facere ing at Shakespeare, for hiating at a notion, iaculcated, by the foppery of painters, and fuperftition of zealots into the pulgar, that the Devil has cloven feet.
I looked on your fact afore, you cannot cozen me;
Devi's an Abs.