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But kill him rather; I'll after that same villain,

For 'tis a damned slave.

[Exeunt MONTANO and GRATIANO. Oth. I am not valiant neither, But every puny whipster gets my sword :But why should honour outlive honesty? Let it go all.

Emil. What did thy song bode, lady? Hark, canst thou hear me? I will play the

swan,

And die in music;-Willow, willow, willow.-
Moor, she was chaste; she lov'd thee, cruel
Moor;

So come my soul to bliss, as I speak true;
So speaking as I think, I die,-I die.

[Dies. Oth. I have another weapon in this chamber, It is a sword of Spain, the ice-brook's temper;*

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's 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 impedi

ments

Than twenty times your stop:-But, O 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!

Pale as thy smock! when we shall meet at
compt,t
[ven,
This look of thine will hurl my soul from hea-
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 gulfs of liquid fire!-
O Desdemona! Desdemona! dead?
Dead? O! O! O!

Enter LODOVICO, MONTANO, CASSIO, carried in a Chair, and Officers, with IAGO, prisoner. Lod. Where is this rash and most unfortun

ate man?

Oth. That's he, that was Othello; here I

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Oth. I am not sorry neither; I'd have thee live;

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

Lod. O 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 in part confess'd his
villany:

Did you and he consent in Cassio's death?
Oth. Ay.

Cas. Dear general, I never gave you canse. Oth. I do believe it, and I ask your pardon. Will you, I pray you, demand that demi-devil, 1 Why he hath thus ensnar'd my soul and body! lugo. 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.

th. 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 fool! fool! fool!

Cas. There is, besides, in Roderigo's let

ter,

How he upbraids Iago, that he made him Brave me on the watch; whereon it came That I was cast: and even but now he spake, After long seeming dead,-lago hurt him, Iago set him on.

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,-
That can torment him much, and hold him
If there be any cunning cruelty,
long,

Till that the nature of your fauit be known
It shall be his; You shall close prisoner rest,
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

speak

Of one, that lov'd not wisely, but too well;

By the stratagem.

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 sub-
du'd eyes,

Albeit unused to the melting mood,
Drop tears as fast as the Arabian trees
Their medicínal 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 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 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 gover nor,

Remains the censure of this hellish villain; The time, the place, the torture,-O enforce it!

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

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