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GRATIANO

The woman falls, sure he has kill’d his wife.

EMILIA
Ay, ay, O lay me by my mistress’ side.
Exit Iago.

GRATIANO
He’s gone, but his wife’s kill’d.

MONTANO
’Tis a notorious villain; take you this weapon, [240]

Which I have here recover’d from the Moor:
Come, guard the door without, let him not pass,
But kill him rather; I’ll after that same villain,
For ’tis a damned slave.

Exeunt Montano and Gratiano.

OTHELLO

I am not valiant neither,
But every puny whipster gets my sword; [245]
But why should honour outlive honesty?

Let it go all.

EMILIA

What did thy song bode, lady?
Hark, canst thou hear me? I will play the swan,
And die in music: (Singing) Willow, willow, willow.
Moor, she was chaste, she lov’d thee, cruel Moor, [250]

So come my soul to bliss, as I speak true;
So speaking as I think, I die, I die.
She dies.

OTHELLO
I have another weapon in this chamber,

It is a sword of Spain, the ice-brook’s temper;
O, here it is; uncle, I must come forth. [255]