Act V

That’s he that was Othello: here I am.

Where is that viper? bring the villain forth.

I look down towards his feet; but that’s a fable.

If that thou be’st a devil, I cannot kill thee.

Wrench his sword from him.

I bleed, sir; but not kill’d.

I am not sorry neither: I’ld have thee live;

For, in my sense, ’tis happiness to die.

O thou Othello, thou wert once so good,