Oth.

Nay, had she been true,

Ay, with Cassio

If Heaven would make me such another world
Of one entire and perfect chrysolite,

I'd not have sold her for it.

Emil. My husband?

Oth.

Ay, 'twas he that told me first;

An honest man he is, and hates the slime
That sticks on filthy deeds.

Emil.

My husband?

Oth. What needs this iterance, woman? I say, thy hus

band!

Emil. O mistress, villany hath made mocks with love!My husband say that she was false?

Oth.

He, woman.
I say, thy husband. Dost understand the word?
My friend, thy husband, honest, honest Iago.
Emil. If he say so, may his pernicious soul
Rot half a grain a day! he lies to the heart;
She was too fond of her most filthy bargain.
Oth. Ha!

Emil.

Do thy worst.

This deed of thine is no more worthy heaven,
Than thou wast worthy her.

Oth.

Peace, you were best. Emil. Thou hast not half the power to do me harm, As I have to be hurt. O gull! O dolt!

As ignorant as dirt! thou hast done a deed,

I care not for thy sword; I'll make thee known, Though I lost twenty lives.-Help! help, ho! help! The Moor has killed my mistress. Murder! murder!

Enter MONTANO, GRATIANO, and IAGO.

Mon. What is the matter? How now, general?
Emil. O, are you come, Iago? You have done well,
That men must lay their murders on your neck.
Gra. What is the matter?

Emil. Disprove this, villain, if thou beest a man.
He says thou told'st 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 more Than what he found himself was apt and true.

Emil. But did you ever tell him she was false?
Iago. I did.

Emil. You told a lie; an odious, damned lie;
Upon my soul, a lie; a wicked lie.-

She false with Cassio!- Did you say with Cassio?
Iago. With Cassio, mistress; go to, charm your tongue.
Emil. I will not charm my tongue; I am bound to speak,
My mistress here lies murdered in her bed.

All. O Heavens forefend!

Emil. And your reports have set the murder on.
Oth. Nay, stare not, masters; it is true, indeed.
Gra. 'Tis a strange truth.

Mon. O monstrous act!

Emil.

Villany, villany, villany!— I think upon't, I think, I smell't;-O villany! I thought so then; -I'll kill myself for grief.— O villany, villany!

Iago. What, are you mad? I charge you, get you home. Emil. Good gentlemen, let me have leave to speak; 'Tis proper to obey him, but not now.—

Perchance, Iago, I will ne'er go home.

Oth. O! O! O!
Emil.

[Hanging over his wife. Nay, lay thee down, and roar;

For thou hast killed the sweetest innocent,
That e'er did lift up eye.

Oth.
I scarce did know you, uncle. There lies your niece,
Whose breath, indeed, these hands have newly stopped.
I know this act shows horrible and grim.

O, she was foul!- [Rising.

Gra. Poor Desdemona! I am glad thy father's dead; Thy match was mortal to him, and pure grief Shore his old thread in twain. Did he live now, This sight would make him do a desperate turn, Yea, curse his better angel from his side,

And fall to reprobation.

Oth. 'Tis pitiful: but yet Iago knows
That she with Cassio hath the act of shame

A thousand times committed. Cassio confessed it;
And she did gratify his amorous works

With that recognizance and pledge of love
Which I first gave her. I saw it in his hand;
It was a handkerchief, an antique token

My father gave my mother.

Emil O heaven! O heavenly powers! lago.

Come, hold your peace.

Emil. Twill out, 'twill out;-I hold my peace, sir? no; No, I will speak as liberal as the air;

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