Act+5+part3

** Othello: ** 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, Not 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, thous 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
 * Othello - Act 5 Scene 2 **
 * Explain what Othello is thinking in each line in modern English. **