Page 1562 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3

O good my lord, I’ld speak a word with you!

OTHELLO
Yes, ’tis Emilia, by and by: she’s dead:
’Tis like she comes to speak of Cassio’s death;
The noise was here; ha, no more moving,
Still as the grave: shall she come in? were’t good? [95]

I think she stirs again; no, what’s the best?
If she come in, she’ll sure speak to my wife.
My wife, my wife, my wife; I ha’ no wife;

O, insupportable! O heavy hour!
Methinks it should be now a huge eclipse [100]
Of sun and moon, and that the affrighted globe
Should yawn at alteration.

EMILIA
(Within)

I do beseech you I may speak with you,...
Good my lord!

OTHELLO
I had forgot thee: O, come in, Emilia. [105]
Soft, by and by; let me the curtains draw.

Where art thou?
Unlocks the door.

Enter Emilia.

What’s the matter with thee now?

EMILIA
O, my good lord, yonder’s foul murders done!

OTHELLO
What, now?

EMILIA