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Enter LODOVICO, MONTANO, Cassio, carried in a chair,

and Officers, with Iago, prisoner.

Lodovico. Where is this rash and most unfortunate man? Othello. That's he that was Othello ;-here I am. Lodovico. Where is that viper? bring the villain forth. Othello. 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. Lodovico. Wrench his sword from him. lago. I bleed, sir; but not kill'd.

Othello. I am not sorry neither; I'd have thee live; For, in my sense, 'tis happiness to die.

Lodovico. O thou Othello, that was once so good,
Fall’n in the practice of a cursed slave,
What shall be said of thee?
Othello.

Why, any thing :
An honourable murderer, if you will ;
For naught I did in hate, but all in honour.

Lodovico. This wretch hath part confess'd his villainy: Did you

and he consent in Cassio's death?
Othello. Ay.
Cassio. Dear general, I never gave you cause.

Othello. I do believe it, and I ask your pardon.-
Will you, I pray, demand that demi-devil,
Why he hath thus ensnar'd my soul and body?

Iago. Demand me nothing : what you know, you know; From this time forth I never will speak word.

Lodovico. What, not to pray ?
Gratiano.

Torments will ope your lips. Othello. Well, thou dost best.

Lodovico. 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.

Othello. O villain !
Cassio.

Most heathenish and most gross !
Lodovico. 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.

Othello. O, the pernicious caitiff !-
How came you, Cassio, by that handkerchief,
That was my wife's ?
Cassio.

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.

Othello. O fool! fool! fool !

Cassio. There is, besides, in Roderigo's letter,
How he upbraids Iago, that he made him
Brave me upon 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.
Lodovico. You must forsake this

and

go
Your power and 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,

room,

with us;

Till that the nature of your fault be known
To the Venetian state. Come, bring him away.

Othello. 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 you speak
Of one that lov’d, not wisely, but too well;
Of one not easily jealous, but, being wrought,
Perplex'd in the extreme; of one, whose hand,
Like the base Judean, threw a pearl away,
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
Their medicinal 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. Lodovico.

O bloody period ! Gratiano. All that 's spoke is marr’d. Othello. I kiss'd thee, ere I kill'd thee :-no way but

this, Killing myself, to die upon a kiss.

[Dies.
Cassio. This did I fear, but thought he had no weapon ;
For he was great of heart.
Lodovico.

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 ;
Let it be hid.—Gratiano, keep the house,

T

And seize upon the fortunes of the Moor,
For they succeed on you.-To you, lord governor,
Remains the censure of this hellish villain;
The time, the place, the torture,—0, enforce it !
Myself will straight abroad; and, to the state,
This heavy act with heavy heart relate.

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E calls me back: my pride fell with my for

tunes : I 'll ask him what he would :-Did you call,

sir ? — Sir, you have wrestled well, and overthrown More than

your enemies. Celia.

Will you go, coz? Rosalind. Have with you :

-Fare

you

well.

[Exeunt Rosalind and Celia. Orlando. What passion hangs these weights upon my

tongue ?
I cannot speak to her, yet she urg'd conference.
O poor Orlando ! thou art overthrown;
Or Charles, or something weaker, masters thee.

SCENE III.

Rosalind. So was I, when your highness took his duke

dom;

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