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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,
Why, any thing :
Lod. This wretch hath part confess'd his villainy: Did you and he consent in Cassio’s death ?
Oth. I do believe it, and I ask your pardon.
, , Why he hath thus ensnar'd my soul and body? lago. Demand me nothing : What you know,
Lod. What? not to pray ?
Torments will ope your lips.
* To see if his feet be cloven.
9 By the stratagem.
And here, another : the one of them imports
Most heathenish, and most gross!
O the pernicious caitiff!How came you, Cassio, by that handkerchief That was my wife's ? Cas.
I found it in
O fool! fool! fool!
with Your power
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
No more of that:
in your letters,
gum: Set say, besides,
Of one, that lov'd not wisely, but too well;
down this : And
- that in Aleppo
[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
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.
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