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; - 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. O thou Othello, that was once so good, Oth. Why, any thing: For nought I did in hate, but all in honour. Cas. Dear general, I never gave you cause. From this time forth I never will speak word. 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; 8 To see if his feet be cloven. 9 By the stratagem. And here, another: the one of them imports 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. How came you, Cassio, by that handkerchief Cas. O the pernicious caitiff! I found it in my chamber: And he himself confess'd, but even now, Oth. O fool! fool! fool! with us; Lod. You must forsake this room, and go That can torment him much, and hold him long, Oth. Soft you; a word or two, before you go. 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; 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 Lod. O bloody period! [Stabs himself. All, that 's spoke, is marr❜d. Oth. I kiss'd thee, ere I kill'd thee; - No way [Falling upon DESDEMONA. [Dies. but this, Killing myself, to die upon a kiss. Cas. This did I fear, but thought he had no weapon; For he was great of heart. Lod. O Spartan dog, Look on the tragick loading of this bed; [To IAGO. And seize upon the fortunes of the Moor, O enforce it! Myself will straight aboard; and, to the state, [Exeunt. Printed by A. Strahan, Printers-Street, London. THE END. |