「歌曲」Otello (Sung in English) Act II Scene 2 There she is … Cassi

There she is … Cassio.
Let me withdraw, and mark the event.
Iago will draw the Moor apart,
And bring him here, where he may see
His wife with Cassio.
How shall I murder him, Iago?
Did you not hear a cry?
It was the wind that cried.
It is the cause, it is the cause, my soul.
Let me not name it to you, you chaste stars.
It is the cause. Yet I'll not shed her blood,
Nor scar that whiter skin of hers than snow,
And smooth as monumental alabaster.
Yet she must die, else she'll betray more men.
Put out the light, and then put out the light.
If I quench thee, thou flaming minister,
I can again thy former light restore,
Should I repent me. But once put out thy light,
Thou cunning'st pattern of excelling nature,
I know not where is that Promethean heat
That can thy light relume. When I have plucked the rose,
I cannot give it vital growth again,
It must needs wither. I'll smell it on the tree.
A balmy breath, that doth almost persuade
Justice herself to break her sword. One more, one more.
Be thus when thou art dead, and I will kill thee,
And love thee after. One more, and this the last.
So sweet was ne'er so fatal. I must weep,
But they are cruel tears. This sorrow's heavenly,
It strikes where it doth love. She wakes.