Page 1568 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3

ALL

O heavens forfend!

EMILIA
And your reports have set the murder on.

OTHELLO
Nay, stare not, masters, it is true indeed.

GRATIANO
’Tis a strange truth. [190]

MONTANO
O monstrous act!

EMILIA
Villainy, villainy, villainy!

I think upon ’t: I think I smell ’t: O villainy!
I thought so then: I’ll kill myself for grief:
O villainy, villainy!

IAGO
What, are you mad? I charge you get you home. [195]

EMILIA
Good gentlemen, let me have leave to speak,

’Tis proper I obey him, but not now:
Perchance, Iago, I will ne’er go home.

OTHELLO
O! O! O!
Falling on the bed.

EMILIA
Nay, lay thee down, and roar,

For thou hast kill’d the sweetest innocent [200]
That e’er did lift up eye.