Should I repent me : - but once put out thine,
Thou cunning'st pattern of excelling nature,
I know not where is that Promethean heat,
That can thy light relume. 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.

[Kissing her. O balmy breath, that dost 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 this the last : So sweet was ne'er so fatal. I must weep, But they are cruel tears: She wakes Des. Who's there? Othello? Oth.

Ay, Desdemona. Des. Will you come to bed, my lord? Oth. Have you pray'd to night, Desdemona? Des.

Ay, my lord. Oth. If you bethink yourself of any crime, Unreconcil'd as yet to heaven and grace, Solicit for it straight.

Des. Alas, my lord, what may you mean by that? Oth. Well, do it, and be brief; I will walk by:

I would not kill thy unprepared spirit ;

No,- Heaven forfend?!-I would not kill thy soul. Des. Talk you of killing?

Ay, I do.

Then, heaven

Amen, with all my heart!

Des. If you say so, I hope you will not kill me. Oth. Humph!

Des. And yet I fear you: for you are fatal then, When your eyes roll so: Why I should fear, I know

not,

Since guiltiness I know not; but yet, I feel, I fear.

Forbid.

Oth. Think on thy sins.

Des.

They are loves I bear to you.

Oth. Ay, and for that thou diest.

Des. That death's unnatural, that kills for loving.Alas, why gnaw you so your nether lip? Some bloody passion shakes your very frame: These are portents; but yet, I hope, I hope, 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 lov'd, 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, That I do groan withal. Thou art to die.

Des. Then, Lord have mercy on me!

Oth.

I say, amen.

Des. And have you mercy too! I never did Offend you in my life; never lov'd Cassio, But with such general warranty of heaven As I might love: I never gave him token.

Oth. By heaven, I saw my handkerchief in his hand.

O perjur'd woman! thou dost stone my heart,
And mak'st me call, what I intend to do,
A murder, which I thought a sacrifice3:
I saw the handkerchief.

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.
Oth. Down, strumpet!"

Des. Kill me to-morrow, let me live to-night.
Oth. Nay, if you strive,

Des.

But half an hour.

Being done,

[He smothers her.

But while I say one prayer.

Emil. [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, so.

Emil. [Within.] What ho! my lord, my lord!
Oth.

Who's there

Emil. [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. 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
Should yawn at alteration.

Emil. [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.

Emil. O, good my lord, yonder's foul murder

done.

Oth. What? now?

Emil.

But now, my

lord!

Oth. It is the very error of the moon;

She comes more near the earth than she was wont; And makes men mad.

Emil. Cassio, my lord, has killed a young Venetian,

Call'd-Roderigo.

Roderigo kill'd!

No, Cassio is not kill'd.

Oth. Not Cassio kill'd? Then murder's out of

tune,

And sweet revenge grows harsh.

Des. O, falsely, falsely murder'd!
Emil.

Oth. That! what?

Alas! what cry is that?

Emil. Out, and alas! that was my lady's voice: Help! help, ho! help!-O lady, speak again! Sweet Desdemona ! O, sweet mistress, speak! Des. A guiltless death I die.

Emil.

This deed?

Des.

-

O, who hath done

Nobody; I myself; farewell:

Commend me to my kind lord; O, farewell. [Dies.
Oth. Why, how should she be murder'd?

Emil.
Alas, who knows?
Oth. You heard her say herself, it was not I.
Emil. She said so; I must needs report the

truth.

Oth. She's, like a liar, gone to burning hell; 'T was I that kill'd her.

Emil.

O, the more angel she,

And you the blacker devil!

Oth. She turn'd to folly, and she was a whore. Emil. Thou dost belie her, and thou art a devil. Oth. She was false as water.

Emil.

Thou art rash as fire, to say

That she was false; O, she was heavenly true!

Oth. False, and with Cassio; ask thy husband else.

O, I were damn'd beneath all depth in hell,
But that I did proceed upon just grounds
To this extremity; Thy husband knew it all.
Emil. My husband?

Oth. Thy husband."

Emil. That she was false to wedlock?

Oth.

Nay, had she been true,

Ay, with Cassio.

If heaven would make me such another world