Othello

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    Â Â Â Â Still as the grave: shall she come in? were ’t good? [95]
    Â Â Â Â I think she stirs again; no, what’s the best?
    Â Â Â Â If she come in, she’ll sure speak to my wife.
    Â Â Â Â My wife, my wife, my wife; I ha’ no wife;
    Â Â Â Â O, insupportable ! O heavy hour!
    Â Â Â Â Methinks it should be now a huge eclipse [100]
    Â Â Â Â Of sun and moon, and that the affrighted globe
    Â Â Â Â Should yawn at alteration .
    EMILIA (within). I do beseech you I may speak with you, ...
    Â Â Â Â Good my lord!
    OTHELLO. I had forgot thee: O, come in, Emilia. [105]
    Â Â Â Â Soft, by and by; let me the curtains draw.
    Â Â Â Â Where art thou?
    (Unlocks the door.)
    (Enter Emilia.)
    Â Â Â Â  What’s the matter with thee now?
    EMILIA. O, my good lord, yonder ’s foul murders done!
    OTHELLO. What, now?
    EMILIA. But now, my lord.
    OTHELLO. It is the very error of the moon, [110]
    Â Â Â Â  She comes more near the earth than she was wont,
    Â Â Â Â And makes men mad.
    EMILIA. Cassio, my lord, has kill’d a young Venetian,
    Â Â Â Â Call’d Roderigo.
    OTHELLO. Roderigo kill’d,
    Â Â Â Â And Cassio kill’d?
    EMILIA. No, Cassio is not kill’d. [115]
    OTHELLO. Not Cassio kill’d? then murder ’s out of tune,
    Â Â Â Â And sweet revenge grows harsh .
    DESDEMONA. O, falsely, falsely murder’d!
    EMILIA. O Lord, what cry is that?
    OTHELLO. That? what?
    EMILIA. Out and alas! it is my lady’s voice; [120]
    Â Â Â Â Help, help, ho, help! O lady, speak again,
    Â Â Â Â Sweet Desdemona, O sweet mistress, speak!
    DESDEMONA. A guiltless death I die.
    EMILIA. O, who has done this deed?
    DESDEMONA. Nobody, I myself, farewell: [125]
    Â Â Â Â  Commend me to my kind lord, O, farewell!
    (She dies.)
    OTHELLO. Why, how should she be murder’d?
    EMILIA . Alas, who knows?
    OTHELLO. You heard her say, herself, it was not I.
    EMILIA. She said so, I must needs report a truth.
    OTHELLO. She’s like a liar gone to burning hell, [130]
    Â Â Â Â â€™Twas I that kill’d her.
    EMILIA. O, the more angel she,
    Â Â Â Â And you the blacker devil!
    OTHELLO. She turn’d to folly , and she was a whore.
    EMILIA. Thou dost belie her, and thou art a devil.
    OTHELLO. She was false as water.
    EMILIA. Thou as rash as fire, [135]
    Â Â Â Â To say that she was false: O, she was heavenly true!
    OTHELLO. Cassio did top her, ask thy husband else;
    Â Â Â Â O, I were damn’d beneath all depth in hell,
    Â Â Â Â But that I did proceed, upon just grounds,
    Â Â Â Â To this extremity; thy husband knew it all. [140]
    EMILIA. My husband?
    OTHELLO. Thy husband.
    EMILIA. That she was false to wedlock ?
    OTHELLO. Ay, with Cassio: nay, had she been true,
    Â Â Â Â If heaven would make me such another world, [145]
    Â Â Â Â Of one entire and perfect chrysolite ,
    Â Â Â Â I ’ld not have sold her for it.
    EMILIA. My husband?
    OTHELLO. Ay, ’twas he that told me first,
    Â Â Â Â An honest man he is, and hates the slime
    Â Â Â Â That sticks on filthy deeds.
    EMILIA. My husband? [150]
    OTHELLO. What needs this iteration ? woman, I say thy husband.
    EMILIA. O mistress, villainy hath made mocks with love!
    Â Â Â Â My husband say that she was false!
    OTHELLO. He, woman;
    Â Â Â Â I say thy husband: dost understand the word?
    Â Â Â Â My friend, thy husband, honest, honest Iago. [155]
    EMILIA. If he say so, may his pernicious soul
    Â Â Â Â Rot half a grain a day! he lies to the heart,
    Â Â Â Â She was too fond of her most filthy bargain .
    OTH ELLO. Ha!
    EMILIA. Do thy worst, [160]
    Â Â Â Â This deed of thine is no more worthy heaven,
    Â Â Â Â Than thou wast worthy her.
    OTHELLO. Peace, you were best.
    EMILIA. Thou hast not half the power to do me harm
    Â Â Â Â As I have to be hurt: O gull , O dolt ,
    Â Â Â Â As ignorant as dirt; thou hast done a deed ... [165]
    Â Â Â Â I care not for thy sword, I’ll make thee known,
    Â Â Â Â Though I lost twenty lives: help, help, O help!
    Â Â Â Â The Moor has kill’d my mistress, murder, murder!
    (Enter Montano, Gratiano, Iago, and others.)
    MONTANO. What is the matter? How now, general?
    EMILIA. O, are you come, Iago? you have done well,