a desperate turn, Yea, curse his better angel from his side, And fall to reprobation. 'Tis pitiful; but yet Iago knows 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: It was a handkerchief, an antique token My father gave my mother. O heaven! O heavenly powers! Come, hold your peace. '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. Be wise, and get you home. I will not. Fie! Your sword upon a woman? 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. Villanous whore! She give it Cassio! no, alas! I found it, And I did give't my husband. Filth, thou liest! By heaven, I do not, I do not, gentlemen. O murderous coxcomb! what should such a fool Do with so good a woman? Are there no stones in heaven But what serve for the thunder?--Precious villain! The woman falls; sure, he hath kill'd his wife. Ay, ay: O, lay me by my mistress' side. He's gone, but his wife's kill'd. '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 damned slave. I am not valiant neither, But ever puny whipster gets my sword: But why should honour outlive honesty? Let it go all. What did thy song bode, lady? Hark, canst thou hear me? I will play the swan. And die in music. 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. 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. If thou attempt it, it will cost thee dear: Thou hast no weapon, and perforce must suffer. Look in upon me then and speak with me,