Othello By William Shakespeare Act V: Scene 2

[Within.] 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,
Or, naked as I am, I will assault thee.

[Re-enter Gratiano.]

What is the matter?

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 cursed, cursed 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.]

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'st a devil, I cannot kill thee.

[Wounds Iago.]

Wrench his sword from him.

I bleed, sir, but not kill'd.

I am not sorry neither: I'd have thee live;
For, in my sense, 'tis happiness to die.

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

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

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


Dear general, I never gave you cause.

I do believe it, and I ask your pardon.
Will you, I pray, demand that demi-devil
Why he hath thus ensnar'd my soul and body?

Demand me nothing: what you know, you know:
From this time forth I never will speak word.

What, not to pray?

Torments will ope your lips.

Well, thou dost best.

Sir, you shall understand what hath befall'n,
Which, as I think, you know not. Here is a letter
Found in the pocket of the slain Roderigo,
And here another: the one of them imports
The death of Cassio to be undertook
By Roderigo.

O villain!

Most heathenish and most gross!

Now here's another discontented paper,
Found in his pocket too; and this, it seems,
Roderigo meant to have sent this damned villain;
But that, belike, Iago in the interim
Came in and satisfied him.

O the pernicious caitiff! —
How came you, Cassio, by that handkerchief
That was my wife's?

I found it in my chamber;
And he himself confess'd but even now
That there he dropp'd it for a special purpose
Which wrought to his desire.

O fool! fool! fool!

There is besides in Roderigo's letter, —
How he upbraids Iago, that he made him
Brave me upon the watch; whereon it came
That I was cast: and even but now he spake,
After long seeming dead, — Iago hurt him,
Iago set him on.

You must forsake this room, and go with us:
Your power and your command is taken off,
And Cassio rules in Cyprus. For this slave, —
If there be any cunning cruelty
That can torment him much and hold him long,
It shall be his. You shall close prisoner rest,
Till that the nature of your fault be known
To the Venetian state. — Come, bring away.

Soft you; a word or two before you go.
I have done the state some service, and they know't. —
No more of that. — I pray you, in your letters,
When you shall 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,
Perplex'd in the extreme; of one whose hand,
Like the base Judean, threw a pearl away
Richer than all his tribe; of one whose subdu'd 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 turban'd Turk
Beat a Venetian and traduc'd the state,
I took by the throat the circumcised dog
And smote him — thus.

[Stabs himself.]

O bloody period!

All that's spoke is marr'd.

I kiss'd thee ere I kill'd thee: — no way but this,
Killing myself, to die upon a kiss. [Falling upom Desdemona.]

This did I fear, but thought he had no weapon;
For he was great of heart.

[To Iago.] O Spartan dog,
More fell than anguish, hunger, or the sea!
Look on the tragic loading of this bed;
This is thy work: — the object poisons sight;
Let it be hid. — Gratiano, keep the house,
And seize upon the fortunes of the Moor,
For they succeed on you. — To 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.



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