Emilia (cont.)
And die in music. Willow, willow, willow—
Moor, she was chaste; she loved thee, cruel Moor;
So come my soul to bliss, as I speak true;
So speaking as I think, I die, I die.
Singing.; Dies.
Othello
I have another weapon in this chamber;
It is a sword of Spain, the ice-brook’s temper:—
O, here it is. Uncle, I must come forth.
Gratiano
If thou attempt it, it will cost thee dear:
Thou hast no weapon, and perforce must suffer.
Within.
Othello
Or, naked as I am, I will assault thee.