| She wakes | Who’s there? Othello? |
| Ay Desdemona | Will you come to bed my lord. |
| Have you prayed tonight Desdemona? | Ay my lord. |
| If you bethink yourself of any crime solicit for it straight | Alas my lord what do you mean by that |
| Well do it and be brief I would not kill thy unprepared spirit. No heaven forfend ! I would not kill thy soul. | Talk you of killing? |
| Ay I do | Then heaven have mercy on me |
| Amen with all my heart | If you say so I hope you will not kill me. And yet I fear you when your eyes roll so: Why I should fear I know not for guiltiness i know not; but yet I feel I fear. |
| Think on thy sins | they are loves I bear to thee |
| Ay and for that thou diest. | That deaths unnatural that kills for loving. Alas, why knaw 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. |
| Peace and be still | I will. So whats the matter? |
| They handkerchief which I so loved and gave thee. Thou gavest to Cassio. | No! By my life and soul! Send for the man and ask him. |
| Sweet soul take heed of perjury, thou art on thy deathbed | Ay but not yet to die |
| Yes presently Therefore confess thee freely of thy sin; Thou art to die | Then lord have mercy on me! |
| I say amen | And have you mercy too! I never did offend you in my life, never loved cassia.But with such general warranty of heaven as I might love, I never gave him token |
| By heaven; I saw my handkerchief in his hand. I saw the handkerchief. | He found it then. I never gave it him. Send for him hither, let him confess a truth. |
| He hath confess’d | What my lord? |
| That he hath used thee | How? Unlawfully? |
| Ay | He will not say so |
| No his mouth is stopped. Honest Iago hath taken order for it | Oh my fear interprets: What is he dead? |
| Had all his hairs been lives, my great revenge had stomach for them all | Alas! He is betrayed and I am undone. |
| Out strumpet! weepiest thou for him to my face? | O banish me lord but kill me not |
| Down strumpet. | Kill me to-morrow: let me live tonight |
| Nay if you strive | but half an hour |
| Being done there is no pause | But while i say one prayer. |
Othello Act 5 Scene 2
July 19, 2019