How now, my dear Othello!
Your dinner and the generous islanders by you invited...
...do attend your presence.
-I am to blame. -Why do you speak so faintly?
Are you not well?
Come, I'll go with you.
I have a thing for you.
You have a thing for me?
It is a common thing to have a foolish wife.
O, is that all?
What will you give me for that handkerchief?
What handkerchief?
Why, that the Moor first gave to Desdemona...
...that which so often you did bid me steal.
Hast stolen it from her?
No, faith.
She let it drop by negligence.
What will you do with it, that you've been so earnest...
...to have me filch it?
Trifles light as air...
...are to the jealous confirmations strong as proofs of holy writ.
This may do something.
My life upon her faith.
If she be false...
...heaven mocks itself.
I'll not believe it.
Look to her, Moor, if thou hast eyes to see.
She has deceived her father...
...and may thee.
The Moor already changes with my poison.
Dangerous conceits are in their natures, poisons.
Which at the first are scarce found to distaste.
But with a little act upon the blood...
...burn like the mines of sulfur.
I did say so.
Look!
Not poppy, nor mandragora...
...nor all the drowsy syrups of the world...
...shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep...
... which thou owedst yesterday.
Why, how now, general !
Avaunt!
Be gone!
Thou hast set me on the rack.
I swear 'tis better to be much abused than but to know it a little.
How now, my lord!
What sense had l of her stolen hours of lust?
I saw it not, thought it not, it harmed not me.
I found not Cassio's kisses on her lips.
I am sorry to hear this.
I had been happy if the general camp, pioneers and all...
...had tasted her sweet body, so I had nothing known.
Now forever farewell the tranquil mind!
Farewell content!
Farewell the plumed troop and wars that make ambition virtue.
O, farewell!
Othello's occupation's gone.
Is it possible, my lord?
Villain, be sure thou prove my love a whore!
Be sure of it.
Give me the ocular proof...
...or by the worth of mine eternal soul...
...thou hadst been better been born a dog...
...than answer my waked wrath!
Make me to see it...
...or at least, so prove it...
...that the probation bear no hinge...
...nor loop to hang a doubt on...
-...or woe upon thy life! -My noble lord!
If thou dost slander her and torture me...
...never pray more, abandon all remorse!
On horror's head, horrors accumulate!
Do deeds to make heaven weep...
...for nothing to damnation canst thou add greater than that!
O grace!
O heaven defend me!
God buy you! Take mine office.
T o be direct and honest is not safe.
I thank you for this profit. From hence, I'll love no friend...
...sith love breeds such offense!
Nay, stay!
-Thou shouldst be honest. -I should be wise...
...for honesty's a fool, and loses that it works for.
By the world, I think my wife be honest...
...and I think that she is not.
I think that thou art just and that thou art not.
I'll have some proof. Would I were satisfied!
I see, sir, you are eaten up with passion.
I do repent me that I put it to you.
-You would be satisfied? -Would? Nay, I will.
And may. But how? How satisfied?
Would you grossly gape on? Behold her topped?
O, death and damnation!
It were a tedious difficulty to bring them to that prospect.
Damn them then! What shall I say?
Where's satisfaction?
You would not see this...
...were they as prime as goats, as hot as monkeys--
But yet, I say, if imputation and strong circumstances...
...which lead directly to the door of truth will give you satisfaction...
...you might have it.
Give me a living reason she's disloyal.
I do not like the office.
But sith I am entered in this cause...
...pricked to it by foolish honesty and love, I will go on.
I lay with Cassio lately.
And being troubled with a raging tooth, I could not sleep.
There are a kind of men so loose of soul...
...that in their sleeps will mutter their affairs.
One of this kind is Cassio.
In sleep, I heard him say:
"Sweet Desdemona, let us be wary, let us hide our loves."
And then, sir, would he grip and wring my hand...
...cry, "Sweet creature!" and then kiss me hard...
...as if he plucked kisses from the roots upon my lips...
...then laid his leg over my thigh...
...and sighed and kissed and cried:
"Cursed fate that gave thee to the Moor!"
-O monstrous! -Nay, this was but his dream.
-Monstrous! -Nay, yet be wise...
...yet we see nothing done.
She may be honest yet. Tell me but this:
Did you not see a handkerchief...
...spotted with strawberries in your wife's hand?
I gave her such a one. 'Twas my first gift.
I know not that. But such a handkerchief...
...I'm sure it was your wife's...
...did I today see Cassio wipe his beard with.
O, if it be that--
Where should I lose that handkerchief, Emilia?
I know not, madam.
Believe me, I had rather lose my purse full of crusadoes.
And, but my noble Moor is true of mind...
...and made of no such baseness as jealous creatures are...
...it were enough to put him to ill thinking.
-ls he not jealous? -Who, he?
How is it with you, my lord?
Well.
-And how do you, my lady? -Well, my good lord.
That handkerchief did an Egyptian to my mother give.
She was a charmer and could almost read the thoughts of people.
She told her while she kept it, 'twould make her amiable...
...and subdue my father entirely to her love.
But if she lost it or made a gift of it...
...my father's eye should hold her loathed...
...and his spirits should hunt after new fancies.
She dying...
...gave it me...
...and bid me, when my fate would have me wived...
...l give it her.
I did so.
And take heed on it.
Make it a darling like your precious eye.
To lose it or give it away...
...were such perdition as nothing else could match.
Is it possible?
'Tis true.
There's magic in the web of it.
Then would to God I had never seen it!
Wherefore?
Why do you speak so startingly and rash?
Is it lost? Is it gone? Is it out of the way?
Heaven bless us!
-Say you? -lt is not lost.
-But what an if it were? -How?
I say it is not lost!
Fetch it. Let me see it.
Why, so I can, sir. But I will not now.
This is a trick to put me from my suit.
I pray you, let Cassio be received again.
Fetch me my handkerchief. My mind misgives.
Come. You'll never meet a more sufficient man.
-The handkerchief! -I pray you, talk me of Cassio...
...a man that all his time hath founded his good fortunes on your love.
The handkerchief!
In faith, you are to blame.
'Zounds!
Is not this man jealous?
I never saw this before.
'Tis not a year or two shows us a man.
They are all but stomachs, and we all but food.
They eat us hungrily. And when they are full...
...they belch us.
If I give my wife a handkerchief...
...'tis hers, and being hers...
...she may, I think, bestow it on any man.
What if I had said I had seen him do you wrong?
Or heard him say--
Hath he said anything?
He hath, my lord. But no more than he'll unswear.
-What hath he said? -Faith, that he...
...did....
I know not what he did.
What?
Lie....
With her?
With her...
...on her, what you will.
Lie with her?
Lie on her?
'Zounds, that's fulsome!
Work on, my medicine. Work!
Thus credulous fools are caught.
And many worthy and chaste dames, even thus...
...all guiltless, meet reproach.
What ho, my lord?
My lord, I say! Othello!
What's the matter?
My lord is in an epilepsy.
This is his second fit. He had one yesterday.
-Rub him about the temples. -Forbear!
The lethargy must have his quiet course.
If not, he foams at mouth and breaks out to savage madness.
Look, he stirs. Do you withdraw yourself a little.
He will recover straight.
When he is gone, I would on great occasion speak with you.
How is it, general?
Did he confess it?
Have you not hurt your head?
Dost thou mock me?
I mock you?
No, by heaven.
Good sir, whilst you were here, overwhelmed with your grief...
...Cassio came hither.
I shifted him away and laid good 'scuse upon your ecstasy...
...bade him anon return and here speak with me, the which he promised.
Do but encave yourself...
...and mark the jeers, the gibes, and notable scorns...
...that dwell in every region of his face.
I will make him tell the tale anew:
Where, how, how oft, how long ago...
...and when he hath and is again to cope your wife.
Marry, patience!
Now, will I question Cassio of Bianca.
He, when he hears of her...
...cannot refrain from the excess of laughter.
How do you now, lieutenant?
As he shall smile...
...Othello...
...shall go mad.
You give me that same title, whose want even kills me.
Ply Desdemona well and you are sure on it.
Now, if this suit lay in Bianca's power...
...how quickly should you speed!
Poor wretch! I think, in faith, she loves me.
Look how he laughs already!
She says that you shall marry her. Do you intend it?
I marry her? What?
I prithee, bear some charity to my wit.
The cry goes that you shall marry her.
-Prithee, say true. -I am a very villain else.
This is the monkey's own giving out.
She hangs and lolls and weeps upon me. So hales....
I see that nose of yours...
...but not that dog I shall throw it to!
Before me! Look, where she comes.
How is it with you, most fair Bianca?
Whence came this?
This is some token from a newer friend.
No, by my faith.
Why, whose is it?
I know not. I found it in my chamber.
A likely story that you should find it in your chamber...
...and not know who left it.
This is some minx's token.
There!
Give it to your hobbyhorse, wheresoever you had it.
How now, my sweet Bianca!
How now, how now!
If you come to supper tonight, you may.
If you do not, come when you are next prepared for.
After her, after her.
Faith, I must. She'll rail in the streets else.
-Will you sup there? -I intend to.
I may chance to see you, for I would fain speak with you.
-Prithee, come. -Go to, say no more.
How shall I murder him, lago?
Did you perceive how he laughed at his vice?
And did you see the handkerchief?
Damn her!
Lewd minx!
Damn her!
A fine woman, a fair woman, a sweet woman!
You must forget that.
Let her perish, and be damned tonight, for she shall not live.
No, my heart is turned to stone.
I strike it, and it hurts my hand.
But the pity of it, lago! O, lago, the pity of it, lago!
Nay, that's not your way.
Damn her!
-Cuckold me? -O, 'tis foul in her.
-And with mine officer! -That's fouler.
I'd have him nine years a-killing.
Look here, lago.
All my fond love thus...
...do I blow to heaven. 'Tis gone.
Arise, black vengeance, from thy hollow cell.
Yield up, O love, thy crown and hearted throne to tyrannous hate.
Now, by yond marble heaven...
...in the due reverence of a sacred vow...
...l here engage my words.
Witness, you ever-burning lights above...
...you elements that clip us round about.
Witness that here, lago doth give up...
...the execution of his wit, hands...
...heart...
...to wronged Othello's service.
Let him command.
And to obey shall be in me remorse...
...what bloody business ever.
I greet thy love.
Get me some poison, lago, this night.
I'll not expostulate with her...
...lest her body and beauty unprovide my mind again.
Do it not with poison.
Strangle her in her bed, even the bed she hath contaminated.
Good, good, the justice of it pleases. Very good.
And for Cassio?
Let me hear thee say, Michael Cassio is not alive.
My friend is dead. You shall know more by midnight.
Excellent. Good.
Now art thou my lieutenant.
I am your own...
...forever.
God save you, worthy general!
With all my heart, sir.
The Duke and Senators of Venice greet you.
I kiss the instrument of their pleasure. Welcome, Signor Gratiano.
What's the news, uncle?
Good cousin Lodovico?
I am glad to see you, signor.
-Welcome to Cyprus. -I thank you.
How does Lieutenant Cassio?
Lives, sir.
Cousin...
...there's fallen between him and my lord an unkind breach.
-But you shall make all well. -Are you sure of that?
-My lord? -"This fail you not to do...."
He did not call. Is there division between my lord...
-...and Cassio? -A most unhappy one.
I would do much to atone them, for the love I bear to Cassio.
Fire and brimstone!
My lord?
Are you wise?
What? Is he angry?
Maybe the letter moved him.
For as I think, they do command him home...
...deputing Cassio in his government.
By my troth, I'm glad on it.
lndeed!
My lord?
I am glad to see you mad.
Why, sweet Othello?
Devil!
I have not deserved this.
This would not be believed in Venice, though I should swear I saw it.
'Tis very much. Make her amends. She weeps.
If that the earth could teem with women's tears, each drop she falls...
...would prove a crocodile.
Out of my sight!
I would not stay to offend you.
You have seen nothing then?
-Nor ever heard, nor suspected. -You've seen Cassio and she together.
I saw no harm. I heard each syllable that breath made up between them.
-What! Did they never whisper? -Never.
Nor send you to fetch her fan, her gloves, her mask, nothing?
Never.
That's strange.
I durst, my lord, to wager she is honest, lay down my soul at stake.
If you think other, remove your thought. It doth abuse your bosom.
Bid her come hither.
Go!
She says enough, but she's a simple bawd that cannot say as much.
This is a subtle whore.
But look, she comes.
What is your pleasure?
Let me see your eyes.
Look in my face.
What horrible fancy's this?
What art thou?
Your wife, my lord. Your true and loyal wife.
Come, swear it.
Damn thyself.
Swear thou art honest.
Heaven doth truly know it.
Heaven truly knows thou art false as hell.
T o whom, my lord?
With whom?
How am I false?
O, Desdemona!
Away, away!
Alas the heavy day!
Why do you weep?
Am I the motive of these tears, my lord?
Had it pleased heaven to try me with affliction...
...had they rained all kinds of sores and shames on my bare head...
...I should have found in some place of my soul a drop of patience.
But alas, there, where I have garnered up my heart...
... where either I must live or bear no life...
... the fountain from the which my current runs or else dries up...
... to be discarded or keep as a cistern for foul toads to knot and gender in!
O thou...
...who art so lovely fair...
...and smells so sweet that the sense aches at thee.
Wouldst thou had never been born !
Alas, what ignorant sin have I committed?
Was this fair paper made to write "whore" upon?
-What committed! lmpudent strumpet! -By heaven, you do me wrong.
-Are you not a strumpet? -I am a Christian!
What! Not a whore?
-No, as I shall be saved. -ls it possible?
Heaven forgive us!
I cry you mercy then.
I took you for that cunning whore of Venice that married with Othello.
You, mistress...
...who have the office opposite St. Peter and keeps the gate of hell!
You, you, ay, you!
We have done our course.
I pray you, turn the key, and keep our counsel.
Am I that name, lago?
What name, fair lady?
Such as my lord did say I was.
He called her whore.
Why did he so?
I do not know.
I am sure I am none such.
Do not weep!
Do not weep.
Alas the day!
Hath she forsook so many noble matches...
...her father, her country, her friends to be called whore?
Would it not make one weep?
It is my wretched fortune.
O, good lago...
...what shall I do to win my lord again?
Good friend...
...go to him...
...for by this light of heaven, I know not how I lost him.
Here I kneel:
If ever my will did trespass against his love...
...either in discourse of thought or actual deed...
...or that mine eyes, mine ears...
...or any sense, delighted them in any other form...
...or that I do not yet...
...and ever did and ever will...
...though he do shake me off to beggarly divorcement...
...love him dearly...
...comfort forswear me!
Unkindness may do much...
...and his unkindness may defeat my life...
...but never taint my love.
I cannot say "whore."
It does abhor me now I speak the word.
To do the act that might the addition earn...
...not the world's mass of vanity could make me!
I pray you, be content.
'Tis but his humor:
The business of the state does him offense, and he does chide with you.
-lf it were no other-- -lt is so, I warrant.
Hark, how these instruments summon to supper!
The messengers of Venice stay the meat.
Go in and weep not.
All things shall be well.
-How now, Roderigo? -Thou deals unjustly with me.
-What in the contrary? -Every day thou daffest me.
I will no longer endure it.
Nor am I persuaded to put up in peace what already I've suffered.
-Will you hear me? -Your words and performance are not kin.
-You charge me most unjustly. -With nought but truth!
I will make myself known to Desdemona.
If she will return me my jewels...
...l will give over my suit and repent my unlawful solicitation.
If not...
...assure yourself, I will seek satisfaction of you.
You have said now.
Ay, and said nothing but what I protest intendment of doing.
Why, now I see...
...there's mettle in thee.
And even from now do build on thee a better opinion than before.
Give me thy hand, Roderigo.
Thou hast taken against me a just exception. Yet, I protest...
-...I've dealt most justly in thy affair. -It's not appeared.
I grant that and your suspicions are not without wit and judgment.
But if thou hast that in thee indeed...
...which I have greater reason to believe now...
...l mean purpose, courage and valor, this night show it.
If thou the next night following enjoy not Desdemona...
...take me from this world and devise engines on my life.
Well...
...what is it?
This is the night that either makes me or fordoes me quite.
Trouble yourself no further, sir.
O, pardon me. It will do me good to walk.
Desdemona!
-My lord? -Get thee to bed on the instant.
I shall return forthwith. Dismiss your attendant there.
Look it be done.
I will, my lord.
Madam, good night.
-I humbly thank your ladyship. -Your honor is most welcome.
Will you walk, sir?
Dismiss me?
'Twas his bidding.
I would you'd never seen him.
So would not l!
Prithee...
...unpin me here.
The poor soul sat sighing
By a sycamore tree
My mother had a maid called Barbary.
She was in love and he she loved proved mad...
...and did forsake her.
She had a song of "Willow. "
An old thing it was, but it expressed her fortune.
And she died singing it.
That song tonight will not go from my mind.
The poor soul sat sighing
By a sycamore tree
Sing willow, willow, willow
Her hand on her bosom
Her head on her knee
Sing willow, willow, willow
Her salt tears fell from her
And softened the stones
Sing willow, willow, willow
So get thee gone, good night.
Mine eyes do itch. Does that bode weeping?
'Tis neither here nor there.
I have heard it said so.
O, these men...
...these men!
Dost thou in conscience think, tell me Emilia, that there be women...
...do abuse their husbands in such gross kind?
There be some, no question.
Wouldst thou do such a deed?
-Would not you? -No, by this heavenly light.
Nor I by this heavenly light.
I might do it as well in the dark.
Wouldst thou do such a deed for all the world?
The world's a huge thing. It is a great price for a small vice.
I think thou wouldst not.
I think I should and undo it again when I'd done it.
For the whole world?
Who'd not make her husband a cuckold to make him a monarch?
I should venture purgatory for it.
I don't think there is any such woman.
Yes...
...a dozen.
But I do think it is their husbands' faults if wives do fall.
Say that they slack their duties...
...and pour our treasures into foreign laps.
Or else break out in peevish jealousies, throwing restraint upon us.
Or say they strike us.
Why, we have galls...
...and though we have some grace, yet have we some revenge.
Let husbands know their wives have sense like them.
They see and smell...
...and have their palates both for sweet and sour as husbands have.
What is it that they do when they change us for others?
Is it sport?
I think it is.
And doth affection breed it?
I think it doth.
Is it frailty that thus errs?
I think so too.
And have not we affections...
...desires for sport, and frailty as men have?
Then let them use us well.
Else let them know the ills we do, their ills instruct us so.
Good night.
-Be near at hand, I may miscarry in it. -Here, at thy hand...
...be bold, and take thy stand.
'Tis but a man gone. Forth my sword, he dies!
If Cassio do remain, he hath a daily beauty in his life that makes me ugly.
Besides, he may unfold me to the Moor...
...there stand I in much peril. No, he must die.
Villain, thou diest!
Help, ho!
O villain that I am!
Murder! Murder!
Murder!
It is some mischance. The cry is very direful!
Help!
O wretched villain!
Who's there?
-Who is this that cries on murder? -We do not know.
Did you hear a cry?
Here, for heaven's sake, help me!
Give me some help.
O, me, lieutenant! What villains have done this?
I think one is hereabout and cannot make away.
Treacherous villains!
What are you there? Come and give some help!
-O, help me here! -That's one of them!
O murderous slave! O villain!
O, damned lago.
lnhuman dog!
Where be these bloody thieves? Ho! Murder! Murder!
It is the cause...
...it is the cause, my soul.
Let me not name it to you, you chaste stars!
It is the cause.
Yet I'll not shed her blood...
...nor scar that whiter skin of hers than snow...
...and smooth as monumental alabaster.
Yet she must die...
...else she'll betray more men.
Put out the light...
...and then...
...put out the light.
Who's there?
O, balmy breath, that doth almost persuade justice to break her sword!
Be thus when thou art dead, and I will kill thee and love thee after.
One more...
...and this the last.
So sweet was never so fatal.
Othello?
Ay...
...Desdemona.
Will you come to bed, my lord?
Have you prayed tonight, Desdemona?
Ay, my lord.
If you bethink yourself of any crime...
...unreconciled to heaven, solicit for it straight.
Alack, my lord, what may you mean by that?
Well, do it and be brief. I will walk by.
I'll not kill thy unprepared spirit.
Heaven forfend! I'll not kill thy soul.
-Talk you of killing? -Ay, I do.
Then heaven...
...have mercy on me.
Amen...
...with all my heart!
If you say so, I hope you will not kill me.
And yet I fear you.
Think on thy sins.
They are loves I bear to you.
And for that thou diest.
That death's unnatural that kills for loving.
Peace and be still!
I will so.
What's the matter?
That handkerchief which I gave thee, thou gave to Cassio.
No, by my life and soul! Send for the man and ask him.
Sweet soul, take heed of perjury. Thou art on thy deathbed.
But not yet to die.
Yes, presently!
Then Lord have mercy on me!
I say...
...amen.
And have you mercy too!
I never did offend you in my life. Never loved Cassio...
...but with such general warranty of heaven as I might love.
I never gave him token.
By heaven, I saw my handkerchief in his hand!
He found it then.
I never gave it him.
Send for him hither.
Let him confess a truth.
He hath confessed.
What, my lord?
That he hath used thee.
How?
-Unlawfully? -Ay.
-He will not say so. -No...
...his mouth is stopped.
Honest lago hath taken order for it.
What?
Is he dead?
Emilia...
...run and tell my lord and lady what hath happened.
Alas, he is betrayed...
...and I undone.
Out, strumpet!
Weepest thou for him to my face?
O banish me, my lord, but kill me not!
Down, strumpet!
lKill me tomorrow.
Let me live tonight.
Nay!
If you strive....
But half an hour!
-Being done, there is no pause. -But while I say one prayer!
It's too late.
What? Not dead?
Not yet quite dead?
Good my lord, I would speak a word with you.
Who's there?
I do beseech you that I may speak with you, O, good my lord.
Yes, Emilia.
By and by.
-What is the matter with thee? -My good lord, yonder's foul murder done.
-What, now? -But now, my lord.
It is the very error of the moon.
She comes nearer earth than she was wont and makes men mad.
Cassio hath killed a Venetian called Roderigo.
Roderigo and Cassio killed?
-No, Cassio's not killed. -Not Cassio killed!
Then murder's out of tune, and sweet revenge grows harsh.
What cry is that?
That? What?
Out, and alas, that was my lady's voice!
O lady, speak again!
Sweet Desdemona! O sweet mistress, speak!
O, who has done this deed?
'Twas I that killed her.
She turned 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. She was heavenly true!
Cassio did top her! Ask thy husband else.
I were damned beneath hell, but that I did proceed...
...justly to this extremity. Thy husband knew.
-My husband? -Thy husband.
That she was false?
With Cassio. Nay, had she been true--
-My husband? -Ay, 'twas he that told me.
An honest man who hates the slime...
-...that sticks on filthy deeds. -My husband?
What needs this iterance, woman? I say thy husband!
If he say so, may his pernicious soul rot half a grain a day!
He lies to the heart.
She was too fond of her filthy bargain.
Do thy worst.
This deed of thine is no more worthy heaven than thou wast worthy her.
Help! Murder!
Peace...
...you were best.
Thou hast not half the power to harm me as I have to be hurt.
O gull!
O dolt! As ignorant as dirt! Thou hast done a deed.
I care not for thy sword.
I'll make thee known though I lost twenty lives.
Help! Help!
The Moor hath killed my mistress!
Murder! Murder!
Murder!
How now, general?
Who cries of murder?
O, are you come, lago?
You've done well, that men lay their murders on your neck.
Disprove this villain, if thou be a man.
He says thou toldest him that his wife is false.
Thou art not such a villain. Speak, for my heart is full.
I told him what I thought...
...and told no more than what he found himself was apt and true.
-But did you tell him she was false? -I did.
You told a lie...
...an odious, damned lie. Upon my a soul, a lie, a wicked lie!
She false with Cassio? Did you say--?
With Cassio. Go to, charm your tongue.
I will not charm my tongue. I am bound to speak.
My mistress here lies murdered in her bed.
Your reports have set the murder on.
Nay, stare not, masters.
It is true indeed.
Villainy...
...villainy, villainy!
I think upon it...
...l think, I smell it, O villainy!
What? Are you mad? I charge you, get you home.
Good gentlemen, let me have leave to speak.
'Tis proper I obey him, but not now.
Perchance I will never go home.
Nay...
...lay thee down and roar!
Thou has killed the sweetest innocent that ever did lift up eye.
O, she was foul! lago knows that she with Cassio...
...hath the act of shame a thousand times committed.
Cassio confessed, and she gratified his amorous works with that handkerchief.
I saw it in his hand.
O God!
O heavenly God!
Be wise...
...and get you home.
I will not.
O thou dull Moor!
That handkerchief thou speakest of I found by fortune...
...and did give my husband.
Filth...
...thou liest!
By heaven, I do not. I do not, gentlemen. I found it!
Are there no stones in heaven but what serves for thunder?
Precious villain!
Stop, villain!
Lay me by my mistress' side.
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...
...l die.
Where is this rash and most unfortunate man?
That's he that was Othello.
Here I am.
Where is that viper?
Bring the villain forth.
I look down towards his feet...
...but that's a fable.
If that thou be a devil...
...l cannot kill thee.
I bleed, sir...
...but not killed.
I am not sorry neither.
I'd have thee live.
For in my sense...
...'tis happiness to die.
This wretch...
...hath part confessed his villainy.
Did you and he consent...
...in Cassio's death?
Ay.
Dear general, I never gave you cause.
I do believe it and ask your pardon.
Will you, I pray...
...demand this demi-devil...
...why he hath thus ensnared my soul and body?
Demand me nothing.
What you know, you know.
From this time forth...
...l never will speak word.
Well...
...thou dost best.
Forsake this room and go with us.
Your power and command is taken off...
...and Cassio rules in Cyprus.
Come, bring him away.
A word before you go.
I have done the state some service, and they know it.
No more of that.
I pray you...
...in your letters, when you these unlucky deeds relate...
...speak of me as I am.
Nothing extenuate...
...nor set down aught in malice.
Then must you speak of one...
...that loved not wisely, but too well.
Of one not easily jealous, but being wrought...
...perplexed in the extreme.
Of one whose hand, like the base lndian...
...threw a pearl away richer than all his tribe.
Of one whose subdued eyes...
...albeit unused to the melting mood...
...drop tears as fast as the Arabian trees...
...their medicinal gum.
Set you down this.
And say, besides...
...that in Aleppo once...
...where a malignant and a turbanned Turk...
...beat a Venetian...
...and traduced the state...
...l took by the throat...
...the circumcised dog...
...and smote him...
...thus.
I kissed thee...
...ere I killed thee.
No way but this...
...killing myself...
...to die upon a kiss.
This I did fear, but thought he had no weapon.
For he was great of heart.
O Spartan dog!
Look on the tragic loading of this bed.
This is thy work.
T o you, lord governor...
...remains the censure of this hellish villain.
The time...
...the place...
...the torture. O, enforce it!
Myself will straight aboard...
...and to the state...
...this heavy act...
...with heavy heart relate.