OTHELLO. Yes. 'Tis Emilia, by and by. She's dead. 'Tis like she comes to speak of Cassio's death; The noise was high.—Ha! no more moving? Still as the grave. Shall she come in? Were't good? I think she stirs again; no. What's best to do? If she come in, she'll sure speak to my wife. My wife! my wife! what wife? I have no wife. O, insupportable! O heavy hour! Methinks it should be now a huge eclipse Of sun and moon, and that the affrighted globe Should yawn at alteration.

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