heat
That can thy light relume 14 . When I have plucked thy rose,
I cannot give it vital 15 growth again:
It needs must wither. I’ll smell thee on the tree.
Kisses her
O balmy breath, that dost almost persuade
Justice 17 to break her sword! One more, one more.
Be thus when thou art dead, and I will kill thee
And love thee after. One more, and that’s the last.
Kisses her
So sweet was ne’er so fatal 20 . I must weep,
But they are cruel tears: this sorrow’s heavenly,
It strikes 22 where it doth love. She wakes.
DESDEMONA Who’s there? Othello?
OTHELLO Ay, Desdemona.
DESDEMONA Will you come to bed, my lord?
OTHELLO Have you prayed tonight, Desdemon?
DESDEMONA Ay 27 , my lord.
OTHELLO If you bethink yourself of any crime
Unreconciled as yet to heaven and grace,
Solicit 30 for it straight.
DESDEMONA Alack, my lord, what may you mean by that?
OTHELLO Well, do it, and be brief: I will walk by 32 .
I would not kill thy unpreparèd spirit,
No, heavens forfend 34 ! I would not kill thy soul.
DESDEMONA Talk you of killing?
OTHELLO Ay, I do.
DESDEMONA Then heaven have mercy on me!
OTHELLO Amen, with all my heart!
DESDEMONA If you say 39 , I hope you will not kill me.
OTHELLO Hum!
DESDEMONA And yet I fear you, for you’re fatal then
When your eyes roll so: why I should fear I know not,
Since guiltiness I know not, but yet I feel I fear.
OTHELLO Think on thy sins.
DESDEMONA They are loves I bear to you 45 .
OTHELLO Ay, and for that thou diest.
DESDEMONA That death’s unnatural that kills for loving.
Alas, why gnaw you so your nether lip?
Some bloody passion shakes your very frame:
These are portents, but yet I hope, I hope,
They do not point on me.
OTHELLO Peace, and be still!
DESDEMONA I will so. What’s the matter?
OTHELLO That handkerchief which I so loved and gave thee
Thou gav’st to Cassio.
DESDEMONA No, by my life and soul!
Send for the man and ask him.
OTHELLO Sweet soul, take heed, take heed of perjury:
Thou art on thy death-bed.
DESDEMONA Ay, but not yet to die.
OTHELLO Presently 61 :
Therefore confess thee freely of thy sin,
For to deny each article 63 with oath
Cannot remove nor choke the strong conception 64
That I do groan withal 65 . Thou art to die.
DESDEMONA O, heaven have mercy on me!
OTHELLO I say, amen.
DESDEMONA And have you mercy too! I never did
Offend 69 you in my life, never loved Cassio
But with such general warranty 70 of heaven
As I might love: I never gave him token.
OTHELLO By heaven, I saw my handkerchief in’s hand.
O perjured woman, thou dost stone 73 my heart,
And makes me call what I intend to do
A murder, which I thought a sacrifice:
I saw the handkerchief.
DESDEMONA He found it then:
I never gave it him. Send for him hither,
Let him confess a truth.
OTHELLO He hath confessed.
DESDEMONA What, my lord?
OTHELLO That he hath used 82 thee.
DESDEMONA How? Unlawfully?
OTHELLO Ay.
DESDEMONA He will not say so.
OTHELLO No, his mouth is stopped:
Honest Iago hath ta’en order 87 for’t.
DESDEMONA O, my fear interprets! What, is he dead?
OTHELLO Had all his hairs been lives, my great revenge
Had stomach 90 for them all.
DESDEMONA Alas, he is betrayed and I undone!
OTHELLO Out, strumpet! Weep’st thou for him to my face?
DESDEMONA O, banish me, my lord, but kill me not!
OTHELLO Down, strumpet!
DESDEMONA Kill me tomorrow, let me live tonight!
OTHELLO
That can thy light relume 14 . When I have plucked thy rose,
I cannot give it vital 15 growth again:
It needs must wither. I’ll smell thee on the tree.
Kisses her
O balmy breath, that dost almost persuade
Justice 17 to break her sword! One more, one more.
Be thus when thou art dead, and I will kill thee
And love thee after. One more, and that’s the last.
Kisses her
So sweet was ne’er so fatal 20 . I must weep,
But they are cruel tears: this sorrow’s heavenly,
It strikes 22 where it doth love. She wakes.
DESDEMONA Who’s there? Othello?
OTHELLO Ay, Desdemona.
DESDEMONA Will you come to bed, my lord?
OTHELLO Have you prayed tonight, Desdemon?
DESDEMONA Ay 27 , my lord.
OTHELLO If you bethink yourself of any crime
Unreconciled as yet to heaven and grace,
Solicit 30 for it straight.
DESDEMONA Alack, my lord, what may you mean by that?
OTHELLO Well, do it, and be brief: I will walk by 32 .
I would not kill thy unpreparèd spirit,
No, heavens forfend 34 ! I would not kill thy soul.
DESDEMONA Talk you of killing?
OTHELLO Ay, I do.
DESDEMONA Then heaven have mercy on me!
OTHELLO Amen, with all my heart!
DESDEMONA If you say 39 , I hope you will not kill me.
OTHELLO Hum!
DESDEMONA And yet I fear you, for you’re fatal then
When your eyes roll so: why I should fear I know not,
Since guiltiness I know not, but yet I feel I fear.
OTHELLO Think on thy sins.
DESDEMONA They are loves I bear to you 45 .
OTHELLO Ay, and for that thou diest.
DESDEMONA That death’s unnatural that kills for loving.
Alas, why gnaw you so your nether lip?
Some bloody passion shakes your very frame:
These are portents, but yet I hope, I hope,
They do not point on me.
OTHELLO Peace, and be still!
DESDEMONA I will so. What’s the matter?
OTHELLO That handkerchief which I so loved and gave thee
Thou gav’st to Cassio.
DESDEMONA No, by my life and soul!
Send for the man and ask him.
OTHELLO Sweet soul, take heed, take heed of perjury:
Thou art on thy death-bed.
DESDEMONA Ay, but not yet to die.
OTHELLO Presently 61 :
Therefore confess thee freely of thy sin,
For to deny each article 63 with oath
Cannot remove nor choke the strong conception 64
That I do groan withal 65 . Thou art to die.
DESDEMONA O, heaven have mercy on me!
OTHELLO I say, amen.
DESDEMONA And have you mercy too! I never did
Offend 69 you in my life, never loved Cassio
But with such general warranty 70 of heaven
As I might love: I never gave him token.
OTHELLO By heaven, I saw my handkerchief in’s hand.
O perjured woman, thou dost stone 73 my heart,
And makes me call what I intend to do
A murder, which I thought a sacrifice:
I saw the handkerchief.
DESDEMONA He found it then:
I never gave it him. Send for him hither,
Let him confess a truth.
OTHELLO He hath confessed.
DESDEMONA What, my lord?
OTHELLO That he hath used 82 thee.
DESDEMONA How? Unlawfully?
OTHELLO Ay.
DESDEMONA He will not say so.
OTHELLO No, his mouth is stopped:
Honest Iago hath ta’en order 87 for’t.
DESDEMONA O, my fear interprets! What, is he dead?
OTHELLO Had all his hairs been lives, my great revenge
Had stomach 90 for them all.
DESDEMONA Alas, he is betrayed and I undone!
OTHELLO Out, strumpet! Weep’st thou for him to my face?
DESDEMONA O, banish me, my lord, but kill me not!
OTHELLO Down, strumpet!
DESDEMONA Kill me tomorrow, let me live tonight!
OTHELLO
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