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Othello, the Moor of Venice

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2017
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EMILIA

'Twill out, 'twill out: – I peace!
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.

[Iago offers to stab his wife.]

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, —
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.

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 wife?

OTHELLO

Are there not stones in heaven
But what serve for thunder? – Precious villain!

[Iago stabs Emilia, and then runs out.]

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,
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 damnèd slave.

[Exit Montano and Gratiano.]

OTHELLO

I am not valiant neither,
But every 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,
And die in music: —

[Sings.]

"Willow, willow, willow."
Moor, she was chaste; she lov'd thee, cruel Moor;
So come my soul to bliss, as I speak true;
So speaking as I think, I die, – I die.

[Dies.]
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