Othello

Othello

ACT V SCENE II	A bedchamber in the castle: DESDEMONA in bed asleep;
	a light burning.
	Enter OTHELLO
OTHELLO	It is the cause, it is the cause, my soul,--
	Let me not name it to you, you chaste stars!--
	It is the cause. Yet I'll not shed her blood;	5
	Nor scar that whiter skin of hers than snow,
	And smooth as monumental alabaster.
	Yet she must die, else she'll betray more men.
	Put out the light, and then put out the light:
	If I quench thee, thou flaming minister,	10
	I can again thy former light restore,
	Should I repent me: but once put out thy light,
	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 the rose,	15
	I cannot give it vital growth again.
	It must needs wither: I'll smell it on the tree.
	Kissing her
	Ah 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,	20
	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: this sorrow's heavenly;
	It strikes where it doth love. She wakes.
DESDEMONA	Who's there? Othello?	25
OTHELLO	Ay. Desdemona.
DESDEMONA	Will you come to bed, my lord?
OTHELLO	Have you pray'd to-night, Desdemona?
DESDEMONA	Ay, my lord.
OTHELLO	If you bethink yourself of any crime	30
	Unreconciled as yet to heaven and grace,
	Solicit for it straight.
DESDEMONA	Alas, my lord, what do you mean by that?
OTHELLO	Well, do it, and be brief; I will walk by:
	I would not kill thy unprepared spirit;	35
	No; heaven forfend! I would not kill thy soul.
DESDEMONA	Talk you of killing?
OTHELLO	Ay, I do.
DESDEMONA	Then heaven
	Have mercy on me!	40
OTHELLO	Amen, with all my heart!
DESDEMONA	If you say so, I hope you will not kill me.
OTHELLO	Hum!
DESDEMONA	And yet I fear you; for you are fatal then
	When your eyes roll so: why I should fear I know not,	45
	Since guiltiness I know not; but yet I feel I fear.
OTHELLO	Think on thy sins.
DESDEMONA	They are loves I bear to you.
OTHELLO	Ay, and for that thou diest.
DESDEMONA	That death's unnatural that kills for loving.	50
	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.
OTHELLO	Peace, and be still!	55
DESDEMONA	I will so. What's the matter?
OTHELLO	That handkerchief which I so loved and gave thee
	Thou gavest to Cassio.
DESDEMONA	No, by my life and soul!
	Send for the man, and ask him.	60
OTHELLO	Sweet soul, take heed,
	Take heed of perjury; thou art on thy deathbed.
DESDEMONA	Ay, but not yet to die.
OTHELLO	Yes, presently:
	Therefore confess thee freely of thy sin;	65
	For to deny each article with oath
	Cannot remove nor choke the strong conception
	That I do groan withal. Thou art to die.
DESDEMONA	Then Lord have mercy on me!
OTHELLO	I say, amen.	70
DESDEMONA	And have you mercy too! I never did
	Offend you in my life; never loved Cassio
	But with such general warranty of heaven
	As I might love: I never gave him token.
OTHELLO	By heaven, I saw my handkerchief in's hand.	75
	O perjured woman! thou dost stone my heart,
	And makest me call what I intend to do
	A murder, which I thought a sacrifice:
	I saw the handkerchief.
DESDEMONA	He found it then;	80
	I never gave it him: send for him hither;
	Let him confess a truth.
OTHELLO	He hath confess'd.
DESDEMONA	What, my lord?
OTHELLO	That he hath used thee.	85
DESDEMONA	How? unlawfully?
OTHELLO	Ay.
DESDEMONA	He will not say so.
OTHELLO	No, his mouth is stopp'd;
	Honest Iago hath ta'en order for't.	90
DESDEMONA	O! my fear interprets: what, is he dead?
OTHELLO	Had all his hairs been lives, my great revenge
	Had stomach for them all.
DESDEMONA	Alas! he is betray'd and I undone.
OTHELLO	Out, strumpet! weep'st thou for him to my face?	95
DESDEMONA	O, banish me, my lord, but kill me not!
OTHELLO	Down, strumpet!
DESDEMONA	Kill me to-morrow: let me live to-night!
OTHELLO	Nay, if you strive--
DESDEMONA	But half an hour!	100
OTHELLO	Being done, there is no pause.
DESDEMONA	But while I say one prayer!
OTHELLO	It is too late.
	He stifles her
EMILIA	Within
OTHELLO	What noise is this? Not dead? not yet quite dead?
	I that am cruel am yet merciful;	105
	I would not have thee linger in thy pain: So, so.
EMILIA	Within
OTHELLO	Who's there?
EMILIA	Within
OTHELLO	Yes: 'tis Emilia. By and by. She's dead.
	'Tis like she comes to speak of Cassio's death.--
	The noise was here. Ha! no more moving?	110
	Still as the grave. Shall she come in? were't good?--
	I think she stirs again:--no. What's best to do?
	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!	115
	Methinks it should be now a huge eclipse
	Of sun and moon, and that the affrighted globe
	Should yawn at alteration.
EMILIA	Within
	That I may speak with you, O, good my lord!
OTHELLO	I had forgot thee: O, come in, Emilia;	120
	Soft; by and by. Let me the curtains draw.
	Where art thou?
	Unlocks the door
	Enter EMILIA
	What's the matter with thee now?
EMILIA	O, my good lord, yonder's foul murders done!
OTHELLO	What, now?	125
EMILIA	But now, my lord.
OTHELLO	It is the very error of the moon;
	She comes more nearer earth than she was wont,
	And makes men mad.
EMILIA	Cassio, my lord, hath kill'd a young Venetian	130
	Call'd Roderigo.
OTHELLO	Roderigo kill'd!
	And Cassio kill'd!
EMILIA	No, Cassio is not kill'd.
OTHELLO	Not Cassio kill'd! then murder's out of tune,	135
	And sweet revenge grows harsh.
DESDEMONA	O, falsely, falsely murder'd!
EMILIA	Alas, what cry is that?
OTHELLO	That! what?
EMILIA	Out, and alas! that was my lady's voice.	140
	Help! help, ho! help! O lady, speak again!
	Sweet Desdemona! O sweet mistress, speak!
DESDEMONA	A guiltless death I die.
EMILIA	O, who hath done this deed?
DESDEMONA	Nobody; I myself. Farewell	145
	Commend me to my kind lord: O, farewell!
	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 the truth.	150
OTHELLO	She's, like a liar, gone to burning hell:
	'Twas I that kill'd her.
EMILIA	O, the more angel she,
	And you the blacker devil!
OTHELLO	She turn'd to folly, and she was a whore.	155
EMILIA	Thou dost belie her, and thou art a devil.
OTHELLO	She was false as water.
EMILIA	Thou art rash as fire, to say
	That she was false: O, she was heavenly true!
OTHELLO	Cassio did top her; ask thy husband else.	160
	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.
EMILIA	My husband!
OTHELLO	Thy husband.	165
EMILIA	That she was false to wedlock?
OTHELLO	Ay, with Cassio. Nay, had she been true,
	If heaven would make me such another world
	Of one entire and Perfect chrysolite,
	I'ld not have sold her for it.	170
EMILIA	My husband!
OTHELLO	Ay, 'twas he that told me first:
	An honest man he is, and hates the slime
	That sticks on filthy deeds.
EMILIA	My husband!	175
OTHELLO	What needs this iteration, woman? I say thy husband.
EMILIA	O mistress, villany hath made mocks with love,
	My husband say that she was false!
OTHELLO	He, woman;
	I say thy husband: dost understand the word?	180
	My friend, thy husband, honest, honest Iago.
EMILIA	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.
OTHELLO	Ha!	185
EMILIA	Do thy worst:
	This deed of thine is no more worthy heaven
	Than thou wast worthy her.
OTHELLO	Peace, you were best.
EMILIA	Thou hast not half that power to do me harm	190
	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 hath kill'd my mistress! Murder! murder!	195
	Enter MONTANO, GRATIANO, IAGO, and others
MONTANO	What is the matter? How now, general!
EMILIA	O, are you come, Iago? you have done well,
	That men must lay their murders on your neck.
GRATIANO	What is the matter?
EMILIA	Disprove this villain, if thou be'st a man:	200
	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.	205
EMILIA	But did you ever tell him she was false?
IAGO	I did.
EMILIA	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?	210
IAGO	With Cassio, mistress. Go to, charm your tongue.
EMILIA	I will not charm my tongue; I am bound to speak:
	My mistress here lies murder'd in her bed,--
All	O heavens forfend!
EMILIA	And your reports have set the murder on.	215
OTHELLO	Nay, stare not, masters: it is true, indeed.
GRATIANO	'Tis a strange truth.
MONTANO	O monstrous act!
EMILIA	Villany, villany, villany!
	I think upon't, I think: I smell't: O villany!--	220
	I thought so then:--I'll kill myself for grief:--
	O villany, villany!
IAGO	What, are you mad? I charge you, get you home.
EMILIA	Good gentlemen, let me have leave to speak:
	'Tis proper I obey him, but not now.	225
	Perchance, Iago, I will ne'er go home.
OTHELLO	O! O! O!
	He falls on the bed
EMILIA	Nay, lay thee down and roar;
	For thou hast kill'd the sweetest innocent
	That e'er did lift up eye.	230
OTHELLO	Rising
	I scarce did know you, uncle: there lies your niece,
	Whose breath, indeed, these hands have newly stopp'd:
	I know this act shows horrible and grim.
GRATIANO	Poor Desdemona! I am glad thy father's dead:
	Thy match was mortal to him, and pure grief	235
	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.
OTHELLO	'Tis pitiful; but yet Iago knows	240
	That she with Cassio hath the act of shame
	A thousand times committed; Cassio confess'd 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:	245
	It was a handkerchief, an antique token
	My father gave my mother.
EMILIA	O heaven! O heavenly powers!
IAGO	Come, hold your peace.
EMILIA	'Twill out, 'twill out: I peace!	250
	No, I will speak as liberal as the north:
	Let heaven and men and devils, let them all,
	All, all, cry shame against me, yet I'll speak.
IAGO	Be wise, and get you home.
EMILIA	I will not.	255
	IAGO offers to stab EMILIA
GRATIANO	Fie!
	Your sword upon a woman?
EMILIA	O thou dull Moor! that handkerchief thou speak'st of
	I found by fortune and did give my husband;
	For often, with a solemn earnestness,	260
	More than indeed belong'd to such a trifle,
	He begg'd of me to steal it.
IAGO	Villanous whore!
EMILIA	She give it Cassio! no, alas! I found it,
	And I did give't my husband.	265
IAGO	Filth, thou liest!
EMILIA	By heaven, I do not, I do not, gentlemen.
	O murderous coxcomb! what should such a fool
	Do with so good a woman?
OTHELLO	Are there no stones in heaven	270
	But what serve for the thunder?--Precious villain!
	He runs at IAGO IAGO, from behind, stabs EMILIA, and exit
GRATIANO	The woman falls; sure, he hath kill'd his wife.
EMILIA	Ay, ay: O, lay me by my mistress' side.
GRATIANO	He's gone, but his wife's kill'd.
MONTANO	'Tis a notorious villain. Take you this weapon,	275
	Which I have here recover'd from the Moor:
	Come, guard the door without; let him not pass,
	But kill him rather. I'll after that same villain,
	For 'tis a damned slave.
	Exeunt MONTANO and GRATIANO
OTHELLO	I am not valiant neither,	280
	But ever puny whipster gets my sword:
	But why should honour outlive honesty?
	Let it go all.
EMILIA	What did thy song bode, lady?
	Hark, canst thou hear me? I will play the swan.	285
	And die in music.
	Singing
	Willow, willow, willow,--
	Moor, she was chaste; she loved thee, cruel Moor;
	So come my soul to bliss, as I speak true;
	So speaking as I think, I die, I die.	290
	Dies
OTHELLO	I have another weapon in this chamber;
	It is a sword of Spain, the ice-brook's temper:--
	O, here it is. Uncle, I must come forth.
GRATIANO	Within
	Thou hast no weapon, and perforce must suffer.
OTHELLO	Look in upon me then and speak with me,	295
	Or, naked as I am, I will assault thee.
	Re-enter GRATIANO
GRATIANO	What is the matter?
OTHELLO	Behold, I have a weapon;
	A better never did itself sustain
	Upon a soldier's thigh: I have seen the day,	300
	That, with this little arm and this good sword,
	I have made my way through more impediments
	Than twenty times your stop: but, O vain boast!
	Who can control his fate? 'tis not so now.
	Be not afraid, though you do see me weapon'd;	305
	Here is my journey's end, here is my butt,
	And very sea-mark of my utmost sail.
	Do you go back dismay'd? 'tis a lost fear;
	Man but a rush against Othello's breast,
	And he retires. Where should Othello go?	310
	Now, how dost thou look now? O ill-starr'd wench!
	Pale as thy smock! when we shall meet at compt,
	This look of thine will hurl my soul from heaven,
	And fiends will snatch at it. Cold, cold, my girl!
	Even like thy chastity. O cursed slave!	315
	Whip me, ye devils,
	From the possession of this heavenly sight!
	Blow me about in winds! roast me in sulphur!
	Wash me in steep-down gulfs of liquid fire!
	O Desdemona! Desdemona! dead!	320
	Oh! Oh! Oh!
	Enter LODOVICO. MONTANO, CASSIO carried in a chair,and Officers with IAGO, prisoner
LODOVICO	Where is this rash and most unfortunate man?
OTHELLO	That's he that was Othello: here I am.
LODOVICO	Where is that viper? bring the villain forth.
OTHELLO	I look down towards his feet; but that's a fable.	325
	If that thou best a devil, I cannot kill thee.
	Wounds IAGO
LODOVICO	Wrench his sword from him.
IAGO	I bleed, sir; but not kill'd.
OTHELLO	I am not sorry neither: I'ld have thee live;
	For, in my sense, 'tis happiness to die.	330
LODOVICO	O thou Othello, thou wert once so good,
	Fall'n in the practise of a damned slave,
	What shall be said to thee?
OTHELLO	Why, any thing:
	An honourable murderer, if you will;	335
	For nought I did in hate, but all in honour.
LODOVICO	This wretch hath part confess'd his villany:
	Did you and he consent in Cassio's death?
OTHELLO	Ay.
CASSIO	Dear general, I never gave you cause.	340
OTHELLO	I do believe it, and I ask your pardon.
	Will you, I pray, demand that demi-devil
	Why he hath thus ensnared my soul and body?
IAGO	Demand me nothing: what you know, you know:
	From this time forth I never will speak word.	345
LODOVICO	What, not to pray?
GRATIANO	Torments will ope your lips.
OTHELLO	Well, thou dost best.
LODOVICO	Sir, you shall understand what hath befall'n,
	Which, as I think, you know not. Here is a letter	350
	Found in the pocket of the slain Roderigo;
	And here another: the one of them imports
	The death of Cassio to be undertook
	By Roderigo.
OTHELLO	O villain!	355
CASSIO	Most heathenish and most gross!
LODOVICO	Now here's another discontented paper,
	Found in his pocket too; and this, it seems,
	Roderigo meant to have sent this damned villain;
	But that belike Iago in the interim	360
	Came in and satisfied him.
OTHELLO	O the pernicious caitiff!
	How came you, Cassio, by that handkerchief
	That was my wife's?
CASSIO	I found it in my chamber:	365
	And he himself confess'd but even now
	That there he dropp'd it for a special purpose
	Which wrought to his desire.
OTHELLO	O fool! fool! fool!
CASSIO	There is besides in Roderigo's letter,	370
	How he upbraids Iago, that he made him
	Brave me upon the watch; whereon it came
	That I was cast: and even but now he spake,
	After long seeming dead, Iago hurt him,
	Iago set him on.	375
LODOVICO	You must forsake this room, and go with us:
	Your power and your command is taken off,
	And Cassio rules in Cyprus. For this slave,
	If there be any cunning cruelty
	That can torment him much and hold him long,	380
	It shall be his. You shall close prisoner rest,
	Till that the nature of your fault be known
	To the Venetian state. Come, bring him away.
OTHELLO	Soft you; a word or two before you go.
	I have done the state some service, and they know't.	385
	No more of that. I pray you, in your letters,
	When you shall these unlucky deeds relate,
	Speak of me as I am; nothing extenuate,
	Nor set down aught in malice: then must you speak
	Of one that loved not wisely but too well;	390
	Of one not easily jealous, but being wrought
	Perplex'd in the extreme; of one whose hand,
	Like the base Indian, threw a pearl away
	Richer than all his tribe; of one whose subdued eyes,
	Albeit unused to the melting mood,	395
	Drop tears as fast as the Arabian trees
	Their medicinal gum. Set you down this;
	And say besides, that in Aleppo once,
	Where a malignant and a turban'd Turk
	Beat a Venetian and traduced the state,	400
	I took by the throat the circumcised dog,
	And smote him, thus.
	Stabs himself
LODOVICO	O bloody period!
GRATIANO	All that's spoke is marr'd.
OTHELLO	I kiss'd thee ere I kill'd thee: no way but this;
	Killing myself, to die upon a kiss.
	Falls on the bed, and dies
CASSIO	This did I fear, but thought he had no weapon;	405
	For he was great of heart.
LODOVICO	To IAGO
	More fell than anguish, hunger, or the sea!
	Look on the tragic loading of this bed;
	This is thy work: the object poisons sight;
	Let it be hid. Gratiano, keep the house,	410
	And seize upon the fortunes of the Moor,
	For they succeed on you. To you, lord governor,
	Remains the censure of this hellish villain;
	The time, the place, the torture: O, enforce it!
	Myself will straight aboard: and to the state	415
	This heavy act with heavy heart relate.
	Exeunt