Othello, the Moor of Venice

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Уильям Шекспир

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Европейская старинная литература

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2017

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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.] If thou attempt it, it will cost thee dear:
Thou hast no weapon, and perforce must suffer.

OTHELLO

Look in upon me then, and speak with me,
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
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;
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? —
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 cursèd, cursèd 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 gulfs of liquid fire! —
O Desdemon! dead, Desdemon! dead! O!

[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. —
If that thou be'st 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'd have thee live;
For, in my sense, 'tis happiness to die.

LODOVICO

O thou Othello, that wert once so good,
Fall'n in the practice of a damnèd slave,
What shall be said to thee?

OTHELLO

Why, anything;
An honourable murderer, if you will;
For naught did I in hate, but all in honour.

LODOVICO

This wretch hath part confess'd his villany:
Did you and he consent in Cassio's death?