Sunday, July 10, 2011

Othello




ACT V


SCENE II. A bedchamber in the castle: DESDEMONA in bed asleep;

    a light burning.

    Enter OTHELLO 



OTHELLO

    It is the cause, it is the cause, my soul,--
    Let me not name it to you, you chaste stars!--
    It is the cause. Yet I'll not shed her blood;
    Nor scar that whiter skin of hers than snow,
    And smooth as monumental alabaster.
    Yet she must die, else she'll betray more men.
    Put out the light, and then put out the light:
    If I quench thee, thou flaming minister,
    I can again thy former light restore,
    Should I repent me: but once put out thy light,
    Thou cunning'st pattern of excelling nature,
    I know not where is that Promethean heat
    That can thy light relume. When I have pluck'd the rose,
    I cannot give it vital growth again.
    It must needs wither: I'll smell it on the tree.

    Kissing her
    Ah balmy breath, that dost almost persuade
    Justice to break her sword! One more, one more.
    Be thus when thou art dead, and I will kill thee,
    And love thee after. One more, and this the last:
    So sweet was ne'er so fatal. I must weep,
    But they are cruel tears: this sorrow's heavenly;
    It strikes where it doth love. She wakes. 







DESDEMONA

    Who's there? Othello?

OTHELLO

    Ay. Desdemona.

DESDEMONA

    Will you come to bed, my lord?

OTHELLO

    Have you pray'd to-night, Desdemona?

DESDEMONA

    Ay, my lord.

OTHELLO

    If you bethink yourself of any crime
    Unreconciled as yet to heaven and grace,
    Solicit for it straight.

DESDEMONA

    Alas, my lord, what do you mean by that?

OTHELLO

    Well, do it, and be brief; I will walk by:
    I would not kill thy unprepared spirit;
    No; heaven forfend! I would not kill thy soul.

DESDEMONA

    Talk you of killing?

OTHELLO

    Ay, I do.

DESDEMONA

    Then heaven
    Have mercy on me!

OTHELLO

    Amen, with all my heart!

DESDEMONA

    If you say so, I hope you will not kill me.

OTHELLO

    Hum!

DESDEMONA

    And yet I fear you; for you are fatal then
    When your eyes roll so: why I should fear I know not,
    Since guiltiness I know not; but yet I feel I fear.

OTHELLO

    Think on thy sins.

DESDEMONA

    They are loves I bear to you.

OTHELLO

    Ay, and for that thou diest.

DESDEMONA

    That death's unnatural that kills for loving.
    Alas, why gnaw you so your nether lip?
    Some bloody passion shakes your very frame:
    These are portents; but yet I hope, I hope,
    They do not point on me.

OTHELLO

    Peace, and be still! 




 

DESDEMONA

    I will so. What's the matter?

OTHELLO

    That handkerchief which I so loved and gave thee
    Thou gavest to Cassio.

DESDEMONA

    No, by my life and soul!
    Send for the man, and ask him.

OTHELLO

    Sweet soul, take heed,
    Take heed of perjury; thou art on thy deathbed.

DESDEMONA

    Ay, but not yet to die.

OTHELLO

    Yes, presently:
    Therefore confess thee freely of thy sin;
    For to deny each article with oath
    Cannot remove nor choke the strong conception
    That I do groan withal. Thou art to die.

DESDEMONA

    Then Lord have mercy on me!

OTHELLO

    I say, amen.

DESDEMONA

    And have you mercy too! I never did
    Offend you in my life; never loved Cassio
    But with such general warranty of heaven
    As I might love: I never gave him token.

OTHELLO

    By heaven, I saw my handkerchief in's hand.
    O perjured woman! thou dost stone my heart,
    And makest me call what I intend to do
    A murder, which I thought a sacrifice:
    I saw the handkerchief.

DESDEMONA

    He found it then;
    I never gave it him: send for him hither;
    Let him confess a truth. 



 
 
 
OTHELLO

    He hath confess'd.

DESDEMONA

    What, my lord?

OTHELLO

    That he hath used thee.

DESDEMONA

    How? unlawfully?

OTHELLO

    Ay.

DESDEMONA

    He will not say so.

OTHELLO

    No, his mouth is stopp'd;
    Honest Iago hath ta'en order for't.

DESDEMONA

    O! my fear interprets: what, is he dead?

OTHELLO

    Had all his hairs been lives, my great revenge
    Had stomach for them all.

DESDEMONA

    Alas! he is betray'd and I undone.

OTHELLO

    Out, strumpet! weep'st thou for him to my face?

DESDEMONA

    O, banish me, my lord, but kill me not!

OTHELLO

    Down, strumpet!

DESDEMONA

    Kill me to-morrow: let me live to-night!

OTHELLO

    Nay, if you strive--

DESDEMONA

    But half an hour!

OTHELLO

    Being done, there is no pause.

DESDEMONA

    But while I say one prayer!

OTHELLO

    It is too late.

    He stifles her 





 

2 comments:

  1. What an inpiring and inspired post!!!
    I realy enjoyed it!!!

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