and that the affrighted globe
Should yawn at alteration.
I do beseech you
That I may speak with you, O, good my lord!
I had forgot thee: O, come in, Emilia;
Soft; by and by. Let me the curtains draw.
Where art thou?
What's the matter with thee now?
O, my good lord, yonder's foul murders done!
What, now?
But now, my lord.
It is the very error of the moon;
She comes more nearer earth than she was wont,
And makes men mad.
Cassio, my lord, hath kill'd a young Venetian
Call'd Roderigo.
Roderigo kill'd!
And Cassio kill'd!
No, Cassio is not kill'd.
Not Cassio kill'd! then murder's out of tune,
And sweet revenge grows harsh.
O, falsely, falsely murder'd!
Alas, what cry is that?
That! what?
Out, and alas! that was my lady's voice.
Help! help, ho! help! O lady, speak again!
Sweet Desdemona! O sweet mistress, speak!
A guiltless death I die.
O, who hath done this deed?
Nobody; I myself. Farewell
Commend me to my kind lord: O, farewell!
Why, how should she be murder'd?
Alas, who knows?
You heard her say herself, it was not I.
She said so: I must needs report the truth.
She's, like a liar, gone to burning hell:
'Twas I that kill'd her.
O, the more angel she,
And you the blacker devil!
She turn'd to folly, and she was a whore.
Thou dost belie her, and thou art a devil.
She was false as water.
Thou art rash as fire, to say
That she was false: O, she was heavenly true!
Cassio did top her; ask thy husband else.
O, I were damn'd beneath all depth in hell,
But that I did proceed upon just grounds
To this extremity. Thy husband knew it all.
My husband!
Thy husband.
That she was false to wedlock?
Ay, with Cassio. Nay, had she been true,
If heaven would make me such another world
Of one entire and Perfect chrysolite,
I'ld not have sold her for it.
My husband!
Ay, 'twas he that told me first:
An honest man he is, and hates the slime
That sticks on filthy deeds.
My husband!
What needs this iteration, woman? I say thy husband.
O mistress, villany hath made mocks with love,
My husband say that she was false!
He, woman;
I say thy husband: dost understand the word?
My friend, thy husband, honest, honest Iago.
If he say so, may