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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A11992	The tragœdy of Othello, the Moore of Venice As it hath beene diuerse times acted at the Globe, and at the Black-Friers, by his Maiesties Seruants. Written by VVilliam Shakespeare.; Othello	Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616.	1622 (1622)	STC 22305; ESTC S111186	53,702	96

say so I hope you will not kill me Oth. Hum. Des. And yet I feare you for you are fatall then Wh●n your eyes roule so why I should feare I know not Since guiltinesse I know not but yet I feele I feare Oth. Thinke on thy sinnes Des. They are loues I beare to you Oth. And for that thou diest Des. That death 's vnnatur●ll that kills for louing Alas why gn●w you so your neather lip Some bloody passion shakes your very frame These are portents but yet I hope They doe not point on me Oth. Peace and be still Des. I will so what 's the ma●ter Oth. That handkercher which I so lou'd and gaue thee Thou gauest to Cassio Des. No by my life and soule Send for the man and aske him Oth. Sweete soule take heed take heed of p●●iury Thou art on thy death-bed Des. I but not yet to die Oth. Yes presently Therefore confesse thee freely of thy sinne For to deny each article with oath Cannot remoue nor choke the strong conc●●t That I doe groane withall thou art to die Des. Then Lord haue mercy on me Oth. I say Amen Des. And haue you mercy too I neuer did offend you in my life neuer lou'd Cassio But with such generall warranty of heauen As I m●ght loue I neuer gaue him token Oth. By heauen I saw my handkercher in his hand O periured woman thou doest stone thy heart And makest me call what I intend to doe A murder which I thought a sacrifice I saw the handkercher Des. He found it then I neuer gaue it him se●d for him hither And let him confesse a truth Oth. He has confest Des. What my Lord Oth. Tha● he hath vds death Des. How vnlawfully Oth. I. Des. He will not say so Oth. No his mouth is stop'd Honest Iago hath tane order for 't Des. My feare interprets then what is he dead Oth. Had all his haires bin liues My great reuenge had stomacke for 'em all Des. Alas he is betraid and I vndone Oth. O strumpet weepest thou for him to my face Des. O bannish me my Lord but kill me not Oth. Downe strump●t Des. Kill me to morrow let me liue to night Oth. Nay an you striue Des. But halfe an houre but while I say one prayer Oth. T is too late he stif●●es her Des. O Lord Lord Lord. Emillia calls within Em. My Lord my Lord what ho my Lord my Lord. Oth. What voyc● is this not dead not yet quite dead I that am cruell am yet mercifull I would not haue thee linger in thy paine so so Em. What ho my Lord my Lord. Oth. Who 's there Em. O good my Lord I 'de speake a word with you Oth. Yes t is Emillia by and by shee 's dead T is like she comes to speake of Cassios death The noyse was here ha no more mouing Still as the graue shall she come in were 't good I thinke she stirres againe no what 's the best If she come in shee 'll sure speake to my wife My wife my wife my wife I ha no wife O insupportable O heauy houre Me thinks it should be now a huge Ecclips Of Sunne and Moone and that the affrighted Globe Should yawne at alteration Em. I doe beseech you I may speake with you good my Lord. Oth. I had forgot thee O come in Emillia Soft by and by let me the Curtaines draw Ent. Emil. Where art thou what 's the matter with thee now Em. O ●y good Lord yonder 's foule murders done Oth. What now Em. But now my Lord. Oth. It is the very error of the Moone She comes more neere the earth then she was wont And makes men mad Em. Cassio my Lord has kil'd a yong Venetian Cal'd Roderigo Oth. Roderigo kild and Cassio kild Em. No Cassio is not kild Oth. Not Cassio kild then murders out of tune And sweete reuenge growes harsh Des. O falsly falsly murdered Em. O Lord what cry is that Oth. That what Em. Out and alas it is my Ladyes voy●● Helpe helpe ho helpe O Lady speake againe Sweete Desdemona O sweete Mistresse speake Des. A guiltlesse death I die Em. O who has done this deed Des. No body I my selfe farewell Commend me to my kinde Lord O farewell she dies Oth. Why how should she be murdered Em. Alas who knowes Oth. You heard her say her selfe it was not I. Em. She sayd so I must needes report a truth Oth. She 's like a lyer gone to burning Hell ●T was I that kild her Em. O the more Angell she And you the blacker diuell Oth. She turn'd to folly and she was a whore Em. Thou doest bely her and thou art a diuell Oth. She was false as water Em. Thou as rash as fire To say that she was false O she was heauenly true Oth. Cassio did top her aske thy husband else O I were damn'd beneath all depth in hell But that I did proceed vpon iust grounds To this extremity thy husband knew it all Em. My husband Oth. Thy husband Em. That she was false to wedlocke Oth. I with Cassio nay had she bin true If heauen would make me such another world Of one intire and perfect Crisolite I 'de not haue sold her for it Em. My husband Oth. I t was he that told me first An honest man he is and hates the slime That sticks on filthy deedes Em. My husband Oth. What needes this i●eration woman I say thy husband Em. If he say so may his pernitious soule Rot halfe a graine a day he lies to 'th heart She was too fond of her most filthy bargaine Oth. Ha Em. Doe thy worst This deed of thine is no more worthy heauen Then thou wast worthy her Oth. Peace you were best Em. Thou hast not halfe the power to doe me harme As I haue to be hurt O gull O dolt As ignorant as dirtt thou hast done a deed I care not for thy sword I 'le make thee know Tho I lost twenty liues helpe helpe O helpe The Moore has kild my Mistresse murder murder Enter Montano Gratiano Iago and others Mon. What is the matter how now Generall Em. O are you come Iago you haue done well That men must lay their murder on your neck All. What is the matter Em. Disproue this villa me if thou bee'st a man He sayes thou toldst him that his wife was false I know thou didst not thou art not such a villaine Speake for my heart is full Iag. I told him what I thought and told no more Then what he found himselfe was apt and true Em. But did you euer tell him she was false Iag. I did Em. You told a lie an odious damned lie Vpon my soule a lie a wicked lie She false with Cassio did you say with Cassio Iag. With Cassio mistrefle go to charme you tongue Em. I will not charme my tongue I am bound to speake Iag. What are you mad I charge you get you home Em. Good Gentlemen let me haue leaue

if she be not honest chaste and true There 's no man happy the purest of her Sex Is foule as slander Exit Emillia Oth. Bid her come hither goe She sayes enough yet she 's a simple bawde That cannot say as much this is a subtle whore A closet locke and key of villainous secrets And yet shee 'll kneele and pray I ha seene her do 't Enter Desdemona and Emillia Des. My Lord what is your will Oth. Pray chucke come hither Des. What is your pleasure Oth. Let me see your eyes looke in my face Des. What horrible fancy 's this Oth. Some of your function mistris●e Leaue procre●nts alone and shut the dore Coffe or cry hem if any body come Your mistery your mist●ry nay dispatch Exit Em. Des. Vpon my knees what does your speech import I vnderstand a fury in your words But not the words O●h Why what art thou Des. Your wife my Lord your true and loyall wife Oth. Come swea●e it dam thy selfe Least being like one of heauen the diuells themselues Should feare to cease thee therefore be double dambd Sweare thou art honest Des. Heauen doth truely know it Oth. Heauen truely knowes that thou art false as hell Des. To whom my Lord with whom how am I false Oth. O Desdemona away away away Des. Alas the heauy day why do you weepe Am I the occasion of those teares my Lord If haply you my father doe suspect An Instrument of this your calling backe Lay not your blame on me if you haue left him Why I haue left him too Oth. Had it pleas'd heauen To try me with affliction had he ram'd All kindes of sores and shames on my bare head S●eep'd me in pou●rty to the very lips Giu●n to captiui●y me and my hopes I should haue found in some part of my soule A d●op of patience but alas to make me A fixed figure for the time of scorne To point his slow vnmouing fingers at oh oh Y●t could I beare that too well very well But there where I haue garner'd vp my heart Wher● either I must liue or beare no life The fountaine from the which my currant ●●●nes Or else dryes vp to be discarded thence Or keepe it as a Cesterne for foule Toades To knot and gender in tume thy complexion there Patience thy young and rose-lip'd Cherubin I here looke grim as Hell Des. I hope my noble Lord esteemes me honest Oth. O ● as summers flies are in the shambles That quicken euen with blowing O thou blacke w●ede why art so louely faire Thou smell'st so sweete that the sence akes at thee Would thou hadst ne're bin borne Des. Alas what ignorant sinne haue ● committed Oth. Was this faire paper this most goodly booke Made to write whore on What committed Heauen stops the nose at it and the Moone w●nkes The bawdy wind that kisses all it meetes Is husht within the hallow mine of earth And will not hear'● what committed impudent strumpet Des. By heauen you doe me wrong Oth. Are not you a strumpet Des. No as I am a Christian If to preserue this vessell for my Lord From any hated foule vnlawfull touch Be n●t to be a strumpet I am none Oth. What not a whore Des. No as I shall be saued Enter Emillia Oth. I st possible Des. O heauen forgiuen●sse Oth. I cry you mercy I tooke you for that cunning whore of Venic● That married with Othello you mistri●se That haue the office opposite to S. Peter And keepes the gates in hell I you you you We ha done our course there 's money for your paines I pray you turne the key and keepe our counsell Exit Em. Alas what does this Gentl●man conceiue How doe you Madam how doe you my good Lady Des. Faith halfe asleepe Em. Good Madam what 's the matter with my Lord Des. With who Em. Why with my Lord Madam Des. I ha none doe not talke to me Emillia I cannot weepe nor answer haue I none But what should goe by water preethee to night Lay on my bed our wedding sheetes remember And call thy husband hither Em. Here is a charge indeed Exit Des. T is meete I should be vsde so very well ●●ow haue I bin behau'd that he might sticke The smallest opinion on my greatest abuse Lag What is your pleasure Madam How i●● with you Enter lago and Emillia Des. I cannot tell those that doe teach young babes Doe it with gentle meanes ●nd easie taskes He might ha chid me so for in good faith I am a child at chiding lag What is the matter Lady Em. Alas lago my Lord hath so bewhor'd her Throwne such despite and heauy termes vpon her As true hearts cannot beare Des. Am I that name lago lag What name faire Lady Des. Such as she sayes my Lord did say I was Em. He call'd her whore A begger in his drinke Could not haue layed such tearmes vpon his Callet lag Why did he so Des. I doe not know I am sure I am none such lag Doe not weepe doe not weepe alas the day Em. Has she forsooke so many noble matches Her Father and her Countrey all her friends To be cald whore would it not make one weepe Des. It is my wretched fortune Iag. Beshrew him for it how comes this tricke vpon him Des. Nay heauen doth know Em. I will be hang'd if some eternall villaine Some busie and insinuating rogue Some cogging cousening slaue to get some office Haue not deuisde this slander I 'le be hang'd else Iag. Fie there is no such man it is impossible Des. If any such there be heauen pardon him Em. A halter pardon him and hell gnaw his bones Why should he call her whore who keepes her company What place what time what for me what likelihood The Moore 's abus'd by some outragious knaue Some base notorious knaue some scuruy fellow O heauen that such companions thou dst vnfold And put in euery honest hand a whip To lash the rascall naked through the world Euen from the East to the West Iag. Speake within dores Em. O fie vpon him some such squire he was That turnd your wit the seamy side without And made you to suspect me with the Moore Iag. You are a foole goe to Des. O Good Iago VVhat shall I doe to win my Lord againe Good friend goe to him for by this light of heauen I know not how I lost him Iag. I pray you be content t is but his humour The businesse of the State does him offence And he does chide with you Des. If t' were no other Iag. T is but so I warrant you Harke how these Instruments summon you to supper And the great Messengers of Venice stay Goe in and weepe not all things shall be well Exit women How now Roderigo Enter Roderigo Rod. I doe not finde that thou dealst iustly with me Iag. VVhat in the contrary Rod. Euery day thou dof●●st me with some deuise Iago And rather as it seemes to me thou