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Let Heav'n, and Men, and Devils, let them all,
Fago. Be wise and get you home, .
[Jago offers 10 ftab bis Wife, Gra. Fie, your sword upon a Woman?
Æmil. Oh, thou dull Moor,
Æmil. She give it Caffio? Alas I found it,
Jago. Filth, thou lieft.
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?
[Jago breaks through and wounds his Wife, then runs out,
Oth. Are there no stones in Heav'n,
Gra. The Woman falls ; sure he hath kill'd bis Wife.
Mon. 'Tis a notorious Villain; take you this Weapon,
Æmil What did thy Song boad, Lady?
Oth. I have another Weapon in this Chamber, It was a Sword of Spain, the Ice brooks temper ; Oh here it is : Uncle, I must come forth.
Gra. If thou attempt it, it will cost thee dear; Thou hast no Weapon, and perforce must suffer.
Oth. Look in upon me then, and speak with mc, Or naked as I am I will assault thee.
Gra. What is the matter?
Oih. Behold I have a Weapon : A better never did it self sustain Upon a Soldier's Thigh. I have seen the Day, That with this little Arm, and this good Sword, I have made my way through more impediments, Than twenty times your stop. But, oh vain Boast! Who can controul his Fate Tis not so now. Be not afraid, though you do fee me weapond; Here is my Journey's end, here is my Butt, And very Sea-mark of my utmost Sail. Do you go back dismaid ? 'Tis a loft Fear': Man but a rush against Othello's Breaft, And he retires. Where should Othello go? Now ---- how doft thou look now? Oh ill-Itar'd Wench! Pale as thy Smock! When we shall meet at Compt, This look of thine will hurl my Soul from Heav'n, And Fiends will soatch at it. Cold, cold, my Girls Even like thy Chastity. O cursed, cursed Slave ! Whip me, ye Devils, From the Poffefsion of this heav'nly sight ; Blow me about in Winds, and roast me in Sulphur, Wash me in steep-down Gulfs of liquid Fire Oh Desdemona ! Dead, Desdemona! Dead, dead! Oh, oh! Enter Lodovico, Callio led in wounded, Montano, and
Jago Prisoner, with Officers. Lod. Where is this rash, and most unfortunate Man? Oth. That's he that was Othello: Here I am, Lod. Where is that Viper ? bring the Villain forth.
Oth. I look down towards his Feet; but that's a Fable, If that thou beest a Devil, I cannot kill thee.
[Othello wounds Jago. Lod. Wrench his Sword from him.
Fago. I bleed, Sir, but not killd.
Oth. I am not sorry neither, I'd have thee live ;
Lod. Oh thou, Orhello, that wast once so good,
Oth, Why any thing ;
Lod. This wretch hath part confest his Villany :
Oth. I do believe it, and I ask your Pardon :
Lod. What? not to pray ?
Lod. Sir you shall understand what hath befaln,
Lod. Now, here's another discontented Paper
Oth. O thou pernicious Caitiff !
Caf. I found it in my Chamber;
Which wrought to his desire.
Oth. O Fool, Fool, Fool !
Caf. There is besides, in Roderigo's Letter,
Lod. You must forsake this room, and go with us;
Oth. Soft you ; a word or two before you go.
Oth. I kist thee, e'er I kill'd thee: No way but this, Killing my self, to die upon a Kifs.