Activity 11 Othello Act 5 sc. 2

Activity 11 Othello Act 5 sc. 2

OTHELLO.
It is the cause my soul,--
does not let me tell you, I'm not gonna blame fortune on the stars!--
It is the cause.--Yet I'll not kill her;
Nor hurt her skin that is whiter then snow,
And smooth as monumental white stone.

[Takes off his sword.]

she must die, before she betrays more men.
he is going to put out the light of her life:
If I quench the, thou flaming minister[confused],
I can again the former light restore,
Should I regret it:- once i kill her,
Thou cunning'st pattern of excelling nature,
i don't know the Promethean heat
That can turn on the light of life. When I have killed,
I cannot give it life again,
It must needs water:--I'll smell it on the tree.--