Emil. Good gentlemen, let me have leave to speak:
'Tis proper I obey him, but not now.
Perchance, Iago, I will ne'er go home.[6826] 200
Oth. O! O! O! [Falling on the bed.[6827]
Emil. Nay, lay thee down and roar;
For thou hast kill'd the sweetest innocent
That e'er did lift up eye.
Oth. [Rising] O, she was foul![6828]
I scarce did know you, uncle: there lies your niece,
Whose breath indeed these hands have newly stopp'd: 205
I know this act shows horrible and grim.[6829]
Gra. Poor Desdemona! I am glad thy father's dead:[6830]
Thy match was mortal to him, and pure grief
Shore his old thread in twain: did he live now,[6831]
This sight would make him do a desperate turn, 210
Yea, curse his better angel from his side,
And fall to reprobation.[6832]
Oth. 'Tis pitiful; but yet Iago knows
That she with Cassio hath the act of shame[6833]
A thousand times committed; Cassio confess'd it: 215
And she did gratify his amorous works
With that recognizance and pledge of love[6834]
Which I first gave her; I saw it in his hand:
It was a handkerchief, an antique token[6835][6836]
My father gave my mother. 220
Emil. O heaven! O heavenly powers![6837]
Iago.'Zounds! hold your peace.
Emil. 'Twill out, 'twill out. I peace![6838][6839]
No, I will speak as liberal as the north:[6839][6840]
Let heaven and men and devils, let them all,[6841]
All, all, cry shame against me, yet I'll speak. 225
Iago. Be wise, and get you home.[6842]