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'it is too late.' (2) V. ii. 286 f. _Oth._ I look down towards his feet; but that's a fable. If that thou be'st a devil, I cannot kill thee. [_Wounds Iago._ _Lod._ Wrench his sword from him. _Iago._ I bleed, sir, but not killed. Are Iago's strange words meant to show his absorption of interest in himself amidst so much anguish? I think rather he is meant to be alluding to Othello's words, and saying, with a cold contemptuous smile, 'You see he is right; I _am_ a devil.' NOTE O. OTHELLO ON DESDEMONA'S LAST WORDS. I have said that the last scene of _Othello_, though terribly painful, contains almost nothing to diminish the admiration and love which heighten our pity for the hero (p. 198). I said 'almost' in view of the following passage (V. ii. 123 ff.): _Emil._ O, who hath done this deed? _Des._ Nobody; I myself. Farewell: Commend me to my kind lord: O, farewell! [_Dies._ _Oth._ Why, how should she be murdered?[267] _Emil._ Alas, who knows? _Oth._ You heard her say herself, it was not I. _Emil._ She said so: I must needs report the truth. _Oth._ She's, like a liar, gone to burning hell: 'Twas I that kill'd her. _Emil._ O, the more angel she, And you the blacker devil! _Oth._ She turn'd to folly, and she was a whore. This is a strange passage. What did Shakespeare mean us to feel? One is astonished that Othello should not be startled, nay thunder-struck, when he hears such dying words coming from the lips of an obdurate adulteress. One is shocked by the moral blindness or obliquity which takes them only as a further sign of her worthlessness. Here alone, I think, in the scene sympathy with Othello quite disappears. Did Shakespeare mean us to feel thus, and to realise how completely confused and perverted Othello's mind has become? I suppose so: and yet Othello's words continue to strike me as very strange, and also as not _like_ Othello,--especially as at this point he was not in anger, much less enraged. It has sometimes occurred to me that there is a touch of personal animus in the passage. One remembers the place in _Hamlet_ (written but a little while before) where Hamlet thinks he is unwilling to kill the King at his prayers, for f
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