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Oth. I have another weapon in this chamber,
It is a sword of Spain, the ice-brook's temper;9.
O, here it is :- Uncle, I must come forth.

Gra. [within.]If thou attempt it, it will cost thee dear;
Thou hast no weapon, and perforce must suffer.

Oth. Look in upon me then, and speak with me, Or, naked as I am, I will assault thee.

Re-enter GRATIANO.
Gra. What is the matter?

Oth. Behold! I have a weapon ;
A better never did itself sustain
Upon a soldier's thigh : I have seen the day,
That, with this little arm, and this good sword,
I have made my way through more impediments
Than twenty times your stop :- But, О vain boast !
Who can control his fate ! 'tis not so now.-
Be not afraid, though you do see me weapon'd ;
Here is my journey's end, here is my butt,
And very sea-mark of my utmost sail.
Do you go back dismay'd ? 'tis a lost fear :
Man but a rush against Othello's breast,
And he retires ;-Where should Othello go !
Now, how dost thou look now? O ill-starr'd wench !1
Pale as thy smock ? when we shall meet at compt,
This look of thine will hurl my soul from heaven,
And fiends will snatch at it. Cold, cold, my girl ?
Even like thy chastity-
O cursed, cursed slave !-Whip me, ye devils,
From the possession of this heavenly sight!
Blow me about in winds ! roast me in sulphur !
Wash me in steep-down gults of liquid fire !
O Desdemona ! Desdemona ! dead?
Dead ? 0!0! O!
Enter Lodovico, MONTANO, CASSI0, carried in a

chair, and Officers, with IAGO, prisoner.
Lod. Where is this rash and most unfortunate man !
Oth. That's he, that was ()thello ; here I am.
Lod. Where is that viper ?- bring the villain forth.
Oth. I look down towards his feet ;: but that's a fable;
If that thou be'st a devil, I cannot kill thee.

[OTHELLO wounds IAGO.
Lod. Wrench his sword from him.
Iago. I bleed, sir ; but not kill'd.
Oth. I am not sorry neither ; I'd have thee live ;
[9] See Illustrations, Vol. IX.
[2] To see if, according

to the common opinion, his feet be cloven. JOHNS,

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For, in my sense, 'tis happiness to die.

Lod. Oʻthou Othello, that was once so good,
Fall'n in the practice of a cursed slave,
What shall be said to thee ?

Oth. Why, any thing :
An honourable murderer, if you will ;
For nought I did in hate, but all in honour.

Lod. This wretch hath part confess'd his villainy, Did you and he consent in Cassio's death ?

Oth. Ay,
Cas. Dear general, I never gave you cause.

Oth. I do believe it, and I ask your pardon.
Will you, I pray you, demand that demi-devil,
Why he hath thus ensnard my soul and body:

Iago. Demand me nothing : What you know,you know: From this time forth I never will speak word. Lod. What ? not to pray

? Gra. Torments will ope your lips. Oth. Well, thou dost best.

Lod. Sir, you shall understand what hath befall’n,
Which, as I think, you know not : Here is a letter,
Found in the pocket of the slain Roderigo ;
And here, another: the one of them imports
The death of Cassio to be undertook
By Roderigo.
Oth. O villain !
Cas. Most heathenish, and most gross !

Lod. Now here's another discontented paper,
Found in his pocket too ; and this, it seems,
Roderigo meant to have sent this damned villain ;
But that, belike, Iago in the interim
Came in and satisfied him.

Oth. O the pernicious caitiff !-
How came you, Cassio, by that handkerchief
That was my wife's ?

Cas. I found it in my chamber :
And he himself confess'd, but even now,
That there he dropp'd it, for a special purpose,
Which wrought to his desire.

Oth. O fuol ! fool ! fool !

Cas. There is, besides, in Roderigo's letter, -
How he upbraids lago, that he made him
Brave me upon the watch ; whereon it came
That I was cast : And even but now he spake,
After long seeming dead, -Iago hurt him,
Iago set him on.

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Lod. You must forsake this room, and go with us ;
Your power and your command is taken off

,
And Cassio rules in Cyprus. For this slave,-
If there be any cunning cruelty,
That can torment him much, and hold him long,
It shall be his : You shall close prisoner rest,
Till that the nature of your fault be known
To the Venetian state :- Come, bring him away.

Oth. Soft you ; a word or two, before you go.
I have done the state some service, and they know it ;
No more of that:-I pray you, in your letters,
When you shall these unlucky deeds relate,
Speak of me as I am ; nothing extenuate,
Nor set down aught in malice : then must you speak
Of one, that lov'd not wisely, but too well ;
Of one, not easily jealous, but, being wrought,
Perplex'd in the extreme ; of one, whose hand,
Like the base Júdean, 3 threw a pearl away,
Richer than all his tribe ; of one, whose subdu'd eyes
Albeit unused to the melting mood,
Drop tears as fast as the Arabian trees
Their medicinal gum : Set you down this :
And say, besides,--that in Aleppo once,
Where a malignant and a turban'd Turk
Beat a Venetian, and traduc'd the state,
I took by the throat the circumcised dog.
And smote him-thus.

(Stabs himself
Lod. O bloody period !
Gra. All, that's spoke, is marr'd.
Oth. I kiss'd thee, ere I kill'd thee ;-No way but
this,

[Falling upon DESDEM. Killing myself, to die upon a kiss.

Dies
Cas. This did I fear, but thought he had no weapon ;
For he was great of heart.

Lod. ( Spartan dog,
More fell than anguish, hunger, or the sea !
Look on the tragic loading of this bed ; [TO IAGO.
This is thy work : the object poisons sight ;-
Let it be hid. Gratiano, keep the house,
And seize upon the fortunes of the Moor,
For they succeed to you.-To you, lord governor,
Remains the censure of this hellish villain ;
The time, the place, the torture,-0 enforce it!
Myself will straight aboard ; and, to the state,
This heavy act with heavy heart relate. [Exeunt.
(3) See Illustrations, Vol. IX.

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