Othello

after that same villain,
    Â Â Â Â For ’tis a damned slave.
    (Exeunt Montano and Gratiano.)
    OTHELLO. I am not valiant neither,
    Â Â Â Â But every puny whipster gets my sword; [245]
    Â Â Â Â But why should honour outlive honesty?
    Â Â Â Â Let it go all.
    EMILIA. What did thy song bode, lady?
    Â Â Â Â Hark, canst thou hear me? I will play the swan ,
    Â Â Â Â And die in music: (Singing.) Willow, willow, willow .
    Â Â Â Â Moor, she was chaste, she lov’d thee, cruel Moor, [250]
    Â Â Â Â So come my soul to bliss, as I speak true;
    Â Â Â Â So speaking as I think, I die, I die.
    (She dies.)
    OTHELLO. I have another weapon in this chamber,
    Â Â Â Â It is a sword of Spain, the ice-brook ’s temper ;
    Â Â Â Â O, here it is; uncle, I must come forth. [255]
    GRA TIANO (within). If thou attempt it, it will cost thee dear;
    Â Â Â Â Thou hast no weapon, and perforce must suffer.
    OTHELLO. Look in upon me then, and speak to me,
    Â Â Â Â Or, naked as I am, I will assault thee.
    (Enter Gratiano.)
    GRATIANO. What is the matter?
    OTHELLO. Behold, I have a weapon, [260]
    Â Â Â Â A better never did itself sustain
    Â Â Â Â Upon a soldier’s thigh: I have seen the day,
    Â Â Â Â That with this little arm, and this good sword,
    Â Â Â Â I have made my way through more impediments
    Â Â Â Â Than twenty times your stop: but O vain boast, [265]
    Â Â Â Â Who can control his fate? ’tis not so now.
    Â Â Â Â Be not afraid, though you do see me weapon’d:
    Â Â Â Â Here is my journey’s end, here is my butt ,
    Â Â Â Â And very sea-mark of my utmost sail.
    Â Â Â Â Do you go back dismay’d ? ’tis a lost fear: [270]
    Â Â Â Â Man but a rush against Othello’s breast,
    Â Â Â Â And he retires. Where should Othello go?
    Â Â Â Â Now: how dost thou look now? O ill-starr’d wench,
    Â Â Â Â Pale as thy smock , when we shall meet at count ,
    Â Â Â Â This look of thine will hurl my soul from heaven, [275]
    Â Â Â Â And fiends will snatch at it: cold, cold, my girl,
    Â Â Â Â Even like thy chastity ; O cursed slave!
    Â Â Â Â Whip me, you devils,
    Â Â Â Â From the possession of this heavenly sight,
    Â Â Â Â Blow me about in winds, roast me in sulphur, [280]
    Â Â Â Â Wash me in steep-down gulf s of liquid fire!
    Â Â Â Â O Desdemona, Desdemona dead,
    Â Â Â Â Oh, oh, oh.
    (Enter Lodovico, Montano, Officers with Iago, prisoner, and Cassio in a chair.)
    LODOVICO. Where is this rash and most unfortunate man?
    OTHELLO. That’s he that was Othello; here I am. [285]
    LODOVICO. Where is this viper? bring the villain forth.
    OTHELLO. I look down towards his feet, but that’s a fable,
    Â Â Â Â If that thou be’st a devil, I cannot kill thee.
    (Wounds Iago . )
    LODOVICO. Wring his sword from him.
    IAGO. I bleed, sir, but not kill’d.
    OTHELLO. I am not sorry neither, I ’ld have thee live, [290]
    Â Â Â Â For in my sense ’tis happiness to die.
    LODOVICO. O thou Othello, that wert once so good,
    Â Â Â Â Fall’n in the practice of a damned slave,
    Â Â Â Â What should be said to thee?
    OTHELLO. Why, anything,
    Â Â Â Â An honourable murderer, if you will: [295]
    Â Â Â Â For nought did I in hate, but all in honour.
    LODOVIC O. This wretch hath part confess’d his villainy:
    Â Â Â Â Did you and he consent in Cassio’s death?
    OTHELLO. Ay.
    CASSIO. Dear general, I did never give you cause. [300]
    OTHELLO. I do believe it, and I ask you pardon;
    Â Â Â Â Will you, I pray, demand that demi-devil
    Â Â Â Â Why he hath thus ensnar’d my soul and body?
    IAGO. Demand me nothing, what you know, you know,
    Â Â Â Â From this time forth I never will speak word. [305]
    LODOVICO. What, not to pray?
    GRATIA NO. Torment s will ope your lips.
    OTHELLO. Well, thou dost best.
    LODOVICO. Sir, you shall understand what hath befall’n,
    Â Â Â Â Which, as I think, you know not: here is a letter,
    Â Â Â Â Found in the pocket of the slain Roderigo; [310]
    Â Â Â Â And here another; the one of them imports
    Â Â Â Â The death of Cassio; to be undertook
    Â Â Â Â By Roderigo.
    OTHELLO. O villain!
    CASSIO. Most heathenish , and