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Enter Lodovico, MONTANO, Cassio, carried in a

Chair, and Officers, with IAGO, prisoner. Lod. Where is this rash and most unfortunate

man ? Oth. That's he, that was Othello ; here I am. Lod. Where is that viper ? bring the villain forth. Oth. I look down towards his feet 8 ; — 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; For, in my sense, 'tis happiness to die.

Lod. © thou 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 thắt demi-devil

, , Why he hath thus ensnar'd my soul and body? lago. 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.
Lodi 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 worst of villains
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 fool! fool! fool!
Cas. There is, besides, in Roderigo's letter, -
How he upbraids Iago, 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.
Lod. You must forsake this room, and

go

with 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

us ;

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

gum: Set say, besides,

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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, 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 medicínal

you

down this : And

- 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 himsthus.

[Stabs himself. Lod. O bloody period ! Gra.

All, that 's spoke, is marr'd. Oth. I kiss'd thee, ere I kill'd thee;

but this, [Falling upon Desdemona. 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.

O Spartan dog, More fell than anguish, hunger, or the sea ! Look on the tragick loading of this bed; [To IĄGO. 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, - enforce it!

- O Myself will straight aboard; and, to the state, This heavy act with heavy heart relate. [Exeunt.

No way

THE END.

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