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, O cursed, cursed slave!-Whip me, ye devils, Dead? O! O! O! Enter LODOVICO, MONTANO, CASSIO, carried in a Chair, and Lod. Where is this rash and most unfortunate man? Lod. Where is that viper? bring the villain forth, Oth. I look down towards his feet; t-but that's a fable: If that thou be'st a devil, I cannot kill thee. Lod. Wrench his sword from him. Iago. I bleed, Sir; but not kill'd. [OTHELLO wounds IAGO. 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, Fallen in the practice of a cursed slave, What shall be said to thee? Oth. Why, anything: 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 cause. Oth. I do believe it, and I ask your pardon. Will you, I pray you, demand that demi-devil, Why he hath thus ensnared my soul and body? * Account. To see if his feet be cloven. By the stratagem. Iago. 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 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 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 Cas. I found it in my chamber: And he himself confess'd, but even now, Oth. O fool! fool! fool! Cas. There is, besides, in Roderigo's letter,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,—Iago hurt him, Iago set him on. Lod. You must forsake this room, and go with us; Your power and your command is taken off, If there be any cunning cruelty, That can torment him much, and hold him long, I have done the state some service, and they know it; Nor set down aught in malice: then must you speak Of one, not easily jealous, but, being wrought, Richer than all his tribe; of one, whose subdued cyes, Drop tears as fast as the Arabian trees Their medicínal gum: Set you down this: Lod. O bloody period! Gra. All, that's spoke, is marr'd. [Stabs himself. Oth. I kiss'd thee, ere I kill'd thee;-No way but this. Killing myself, to die upon a kiss. [Falling upon DESDEMONA. 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; This is thy work: the object poisons sight;- * Judgment. [Dies. [To IAGO. [Exeunt. 16 |