assignment 11

OTHELLO.
It is true, i know it,--
I'm not going to blame fortune or chance!--
It is true.--i will not hurt her;
i will not scar her white skin,
her skin which is as pretty as alabaster.

[Takes off his sword.]

She must die or she will betray more men.
I will turn out the light then kill her:
If I stop her from controlling me, i can be happy once again,
Should feel sorry i shall kill myself;
evil is in her nature,
If i regret it i know not how to bring her back.
Once she's dead i can't bring her back,
She must die slowly:--And I'll smell her before she's dead