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.- So come my soul to bliss, as I speak true; [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. Pale as thy smock! when we shall meet at Even like thy chastity. O cursed, cursed slave!-Whip me, ye devils, 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 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; Did you and he consent in Cassio's death? 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. Gra. Torments will ope your lips. 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; 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 Oth. O the pernicious caitiff!- 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, Till that the nature of your fauit be known 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, Albeit unused to the melting mood, [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! [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. » Judgment. [Exeunt |