Othello
Being done, there is no pause.
Desdemona
But while I say one prayer!
Othello
It is too late.
He stifles her.
Emilia
Within.
My lord, my lord! what, ho! my lord, my lord!
Othello
What noise is this? Not dead? not yet quite dead?
I that am cruel am yet merciful;
I would not have thee linger in thy pain: So, so.
Emilia
Within.
What, ho! my lord, my lord!
Othello
Who’s there?
Emilia
Within.
O, good my lord, I would speak a word with you!