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Whose breath indeed these hands have newly
stopped. I know this act shews horrible and grim. [dead :
Gra. Poor Desdemona! I'm glad thy father's 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, (80) And fall to reprobation.
Oth. 'Tis pitiful; but yet Iago knows,
Æmil. O Heav'n! oh heav'nly powers !
Æmil. 'Twill out, 'twill out!-I, peace!
lago. Be wise, and get you home.
(80) His better angel from his side. At Brabantio's side in the moon there is a likeness of a winged angel, as before drawn in fig. 63.
Æmil. I will not. [Iago offers to stab his Wife.
thou speakest of,
Iago. Villainous whore !
Æmil. She gave it Cassio ? alas, I found it, And I did giv't my husband. ; Iago. Filth thou liest.
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? . [lago breaks through and wounds
· his Wife, then runs out. Oth. Are there no stones in heaven . But what serve for the thunder ? precious villain ! Gra. The woman falls ; sure, he has killed his
wife. Æmil. Ay, ay ; oh, lay me by my mistress' side. Gra. He's gone, but his wife is killed.
Mon. 'Tis a notorious villain ; take this weapon, Which I have here recovered 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 Mon. and Gra.
Oth. I am not valiant neither ;
Æmil. What did thy song bode, lady?
Oth. I have another weapon (82) in this chamber, It was a sword of Spain, the Ebro's temper; Oh, here it is : Uncle, I must come forth. Gra, within.] 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 me, . Or, naked as I am, I will assault thee.
Re-enter GRATIANO. Gra. What is the matter?
(81) Puny whipster. By a reference to the prototype of Montano, as drawn in fig. 101, he will be seen to be short or dwarfish in size.
(82) I take this other weapon to allude to the strong marked streak of light on Rodorigo's face, which would fall about the thigh of Othello, and in that reversed position would have the shape of a scymitar.
Oth. Lo! I have a weapon : Abetter never did itself sustain Upon a soldier's thigh. I've seen the day, That with this little arm, and this good sword, I've made my way thro' more impediments, Than twenty times your stop. But, oh vain boast! Who can controul his fate? 'tis not so now. Be not afraid, tho' you do see me weaponed; Here is my journey's end, here is my butt, The very sea-mark of my utmost sail. Do you go back dismayed ? 'tis a lost fear: Man but a rush (83) against Othello's breast, And he retires. Where should Othello go? Now- how dost thou look now? oh, ill-starred
wench! Pale as thy smock! When we shall meet at compt, This look of thine will hurt my soul from heaven, And fiends will snatch at it. Cold, cold, my girl, Even like thy chastity. O cursed slave! 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 gulphs of liquid fire Oh Desdemona ! Desdemona ! dead, dead ! oh!
(83) Man but a rush. Observe in the moon the appear. ance of rushes, in the streaks of light on Othello's breast.
Enter Lodovico, Cassio led in wounded, Mon
TANO, and Iago 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.
(that's a fable. Oth. I look down towards his feet; (84) but If that thou be'st a devil, I cannot kill thee.
Othello wounds Iago. Lod. Wrench his sword from him. Iago. I bleed, Sir, but not killed. Oth. I am not sorry neither: I'd have thee live; For, in my sense, 'tis happiness to die.
Lod. Oh thou, Othello, that wast once so good,
Oth. Why, any thing ;
Lod. This wretch hath part confess'd his villainy; Did you and he consent in Cassio's death?
(84) I look down towards his feet. There is, in fact, towards Iago's feet, the resemblance of a cloven foot, as of the devil: it is made up of the bonnet of Cassio, (or Talgol,) with a streak of light dividing it into two parts.