Montano
’Tis a notorious villain. Take you this weapon,
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 ever puny whipster gets my sword:
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.