Page 1563 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3

But now, my lord.

OTHELLO
It is the very error of the moon, [110]
She comes more near the earth than she was wont,
And makes men mad.

EMILIA
Cassio, my lord, has kill’d a young Venetian,

Call’d Roderigo.

OTHELLO
Roderigo kill’d,
And Cassio kill’d?

EMILIA
No, Cassio is not kill’d. [115]

OTHELLO
Not Cassio kill’d? then murder’s out of tune,

And sweet revenge grows harsh.

DESDEMONA

O, falsely, falsely murder’d!

EMILIA
O Lord, what cry is that?

OTHELLO
That? what?

EMILIA
Out and alas! it is my lady’s voice; [120]
Help, help, ho, help! O lady, speak again,
Sweet Desdemona, O sweet mistress, speak!

DESDEMONA