Iago.
Here, stand behind this bulk ^note; straight will he come: ^note
Wear thy good rapier bare, and put it home:
Quick, quick; fear nothing; I'll be at thy elbow:
It makes us, or it mars us; think on ^note that,
And fix most ^note firm thy resolution.

Rod.
Be near at hand; I may miscarry in't.

Iago.
Here, at thy hand ^note: be bold ^note, and take thy stand ^note. [Retires. ^note

Rod.
I have no great devotion to the deed ^note;
And ^note yet he hath ^note given me satisfying reasons: ^note
'Tis but a man gone. Forth, my sword: he dies.

Iago.
I have ^note rubb'd ^note this young quat ^note almost to the sense,
And he grows angry. Now, whether ^note he kill Cassio,
Or Cassio him, or each do kill the other,

Every way makes my gain ^note: live Roderigo,
He calls me to a restitution large
Of ^note gold and jewels that I bobb'd from him,
As gifts to Desdemona:
It must not be: if Cassio do remain,
He hath ^note a daily beauty in his life
That makes me ugly; and besides, the Moor
May unfold me to him; there stand I in much ^note peril: ^note
No, he must die. Be 't so. ^note I hear ^note him coming. Enter Cassio.

Rod.
I know his gait ^note; 'tis he. Villain, thou diest! [Makes a pass at Cassio. ^note

Cas.
That thrust had been mine ^note enemy indeed,
But that my coat is better than thou know'st ^note:
I will make proof of thine. [Draws ^note, and wounds Roderigo.

Rod.
O, I am slain! [Iago from behind wounds Cassio in the leg, and exit. ^note

Cas.
I am ^note maim'd ^note for ever. Help ^note, ho! murder! murder! ^{note note} [Falls. ^note

^noteEnter Othello. ^note

Oth.
The voice of Cassio: Iago keeps his word.

Rod.
O, villain that I am!

Oth.
It is ^note even so.

Cas.
O, help, ho! light! a surgeon!

Oth.
'Tis he. O brave Iago, honest and just,
That hast such noble sense of thy friend's wrong!
Thou teachest me. Minion, your dear lies dead,
And your unblest fate hies: ^note strumpet, I come!
Forth of ^note my heart those charms, thine eyes, are ^note blotted;
Thy bed lust-stain'd ^note shall with lust's blood be spotted. [Exit. ^note Enter ^note Lodovico and Gratiano. ^note

Cas.
What, ho! no watch? no passage? murder! murder! ^note

Gra.
'Tis some mischance; the cry ^note is very direful.

Cas.
O, help!

Lod.
Hark!

Rod.
O wretched villain!

Lod.
Two or three groan ^note: it is a ^note heavy night:
These may be counterfeits: let's think 't unsafe
To come in to ^note the cry without more help.

Rod.
Nobody come? ^note then shall I bleed to death.

Lod.
Hark ^note!

Re-enter ^note Iago, with a light.

Gra.
Here's one comes in his shirt, with light ^note and weapons.

Iago.
Who's there? whose noise is this that cries on ^note murder? ^{note note}

Lod.
We ^note do not know.

Iago.
Did ^note not you hear a cry?

Cas.
Here, here! for heaven's ^note sake, help me!

Iago.
What's the matter?

Gra.
This is Othello's ancient, as I take it.

Lod.
The same indeed; a very valiant fellow.

Iago.
What are you here that cry so grievously?

Cas.
Iago? ^note O, I am ^note spoil'd, undone by villains!
Give me some help.

Iago.
O, me, ^note lieutenant! what villains have done this? ^note

Cas.
I think that one ^note of them is hereabout,
And cannot make away.

Iago.
O treacherous villains!
What are you there? come in and give some help. [To Lodovico and Gratiano. ^note

Rod.
O, help me here ^note!

Cas.
That's one of them ^note.

Iago.
O murderous slave! O villain! [Stabs Roderigo. ^note

^note

Rod.
O damn'd Iago! O inhuman dog! ^{note note}

Iago.
Kill men ^note i' the dark! Where be these ^note bloody thieves? ^note
How silent is this town! Ho! murder! murder!
What may you be? are you of good or evil?

Lod.
As you shall prove us, praise us.

Iago.
Signior Lodovico? ^note

Lod.
He, sir.

Iago.
I cry you mercy. Here's Cassio hurt by villains.

Gra.
Cassio! ^note

Iago.
How is 't ^note, brother?

Cas.
My leg is cut in two.

Iago.
Marry, heaven forbid!
Light, gentlemen: I'll bind it with my shirt. ^noteEnter Bianca.

Bian.
What is the matter, ho? who is't that cried?

Iago.
Who is't that cried! ^note

Bian.
O my dear Cassio! my sweet Cassio! O Cassio,
Cassio, Cassio! ^{note note}

Iago.
O notable strumpet! Cassio, may you suspect
Who they should be that have thus ^note mangled you?

Cas.
No.

Gra.
I am sorry to find you thus: I have been to seek you. ^note

Iago.
Lend me a garter. So. O, for a chair,
To bear him easily hence! ^note

Bian.
Alas, he faints! O Cassio, Cassio, Cassio!

Iago.
Gentlemen all, I do suspect this trash
To be a party ^note in this injury ^note. ^note
Patience awhile, good Cassio. Come, come; ^{note note}
Lend me a light. Know we this face or no? ^note
Alas, my friend and my dear countryman
Roderigo? no:—yes, sure: O heaven! ^note Roderigo.

Gra.
What ^note, of Venice?

Iago.
Even he, sir: did you know him?

Gra.
Know him! ay ^note.

Iago.
Signior Gratiano? I cry you ^note gentle pardon;
These bloody accidents must excuse my manners,
That so neglected you.

Gra.
I am glad to see you.

Iago.
How do you, Cassio? O, a chair, a chair!

Gra.
Roderigo! ^note

Iago.
He, he ^note, 'tis he. [A chair ^note brought in.] O, that's well said; the ^note chair: ^note
Some good man bear him carefully from hence;
I'll fetch the general's ^note surgeon. [To Bianca ^note] For you, mistress,
Save you your labour. He that lies slain here, Cassio, ^note
Was my dear friend: what malice was between ^note you?

Cas.
None in the world; nor do I know the man. ^note

Iago. [To Bian. ^note]
What, look you pale? O, bear him out o' the air. [Cassio ^note and Roderigo are borne off. ^note
Stay you, good gentlemen ^note. Look you pale, mistress?
Do you perceive the gastness ^note of her eye?
Nay, if you stare ^note, we shall hear ^note more anon.
Behold her well; I pray you, look upon her:
Do you see, gentlemen? nay, guiltiness will speak,
Though tongues were out of use. ^{note note}Enter Emilia. ^note

Emil.
'Las, what's the matter? what's the matter, husband? ^note

Iago.
Cassio hath ^note here ^note been set on in the dark
By Roderigo, and fellows that are 'scaped:
He's almost slain, and Roderigo dead ^note.

Emil.
Alas, good gentleman! alas, good Cassio!

Iago.
This is the fruit ^note of whoring. Prithee ^note, Emilia,
Go know of Cassio where he supp'd to-night.
What, do you shake at that?

Bian.
He ^note supp'd at my house; but I therefore shake not.

Iago.
O, did he so? I charge you, go with me.

Emil.
Fie, fie ^note upon thee, strumpet!

Bian.
I am no strumpet; but of life as honest

As you that thus abuse me.

Emil.
As I! foh! ^note fie upon thee!

Iago.
Kind gentlemen, let's go ^note see poor Cassio dress'd. ^note
Come, mistress, you must tell's ^note another tale.
Emilia, run you ^note to the citadel,
And tell my lord and lady what hath ^note happ'd!
Will you go on? I pray. ^note [Aside ^note] This is the night
That either makes ^note me or fordoes me quite. [Exeunt. ^{note note} Scene II. [Footnote: A bedchamber in the castle: Desdemona in bed asleep; a light burning. Enter Othello. ^note

Oth.
It is the cause, it is the cause, my soul:
Let me not name it to you, you chaste stars! ^note
It is the cause. Yet I'll not shed her blood,
Nor scar that whiter skin of hers than snow ^note
And smooth as ^note monumental alabaster ^note.
Yet she must die, else she'll betray more men ^note.
Put out the light, and then put out the light: ^note

If I quench thee, thou flaming minister,
I can again thy former light restore, ^note
Should I repent me ^note: but once put out thy light ^note,
Thou cunning'st ^note pattern of excelling nature,
I know not where is that Promethean heat ^{note note}
That can thy light ^note relume ^note. When I have pluck'd the rose ^note, ^note
I cannot give it vital growth again,
It must needs ^note wither: I'll smell it ^note on the tree. [Kissing her. ^note
Ah, ^note balmy breath, that dost almost ^note persuade
Justice ^note to break her sword! One more, one more: ^note
Be thus when thou art dead, and I will kill thee, ^note
And love thee after: one ^note more, and this ^note the last:
So sweet was ne'er so fatal. I must weep,
But they are cruel tears: this sorrow's ^note heavenly;
It strikes where ^note it doth ^note love. She wakes. ^note

Des.
Who's there? Othello?

Oth.
Ay, ^note Desdemona.

Des.
Will you come to bed, my lord?

Oth.
Have you pray'd ^note to-night, Desdemona ^note?

Des.
Ay, my lord.

Oth.
If you bethink yourself of any crime
Unreconciled as yet to heaven and grace,
Solicit for it straight.

Des.
Alas ^note, my lord, what may ^note you mean by that? ^note

Oth.
Well, do it, and be brief; I will walk by:
I would not kill thy unprepared spirit;
No; heaven ^note forfend! I would not kill thy soul.

Des.
Talk you of killing?

Oth.
Ay, I do.

Des.
Then heaven have mercy on me!

Oth.
Amen, with all my heart! ^note

Des.
If you say so ^note, I hope you will not kill me.

Oth.
Hum!

Des.
And yet I fear you; for you are ^note fatal then
When your eyes roll so: why I should fear I know not, ^note
Since guiltiness ^note I know not; but ^note yet I feel I fear.

Oth.
Think on thy sins.

Des.
They are ^note loves ^note I bear ^note to you.

Oth.
Ay, ^note and for that thou diest.

Des.
That death's unnatural that kills for loving. ^note
Alas, why gnaw you so your nether lip ^note?
Some bloody passion shakes your very frame:
These are portents; but yet I hope, I hope ^note,
They do not point on me.

Oth.
Peace, and be still!

Des.
I will so ^note. What's the matter?

Oth.
That handkerchief ^note which I so loved and gave thee
Thou gavest to ^note Cassio.

Des.
No, by my life and soul!
Send for the man, and ask him. ^note

Oth.
Sweet soul, take heed,
Take heed of perjury; ^note thou art ^note on thy death-bed.

Des.
Ay, but not yet to die.

Oth.
Yes ^note, presently:
Therefore confess thee freely of thy sin;
For to deny each article with oath
Cannot remove nor choke the strong conception ^note
That I do groan withal. Thou art to die.

Des.
Then Lord ^note have mercy on me!

Oth.
I say, amen.

Des.
And have you mercy too! I never did
Offend you in my life; never loved Cassio ^note
But with such general warranty of heaven
As I might love: I never gave him token.

Oth.
By heaven, I saw my handkerchief ^note in 's ^note hand.
O perjured woman! thou dost stone my ^note heart,
And makest ^note me call what I intend to do
A murder, which I thought a sacrifice:
I saw the handkerchief ^note.

Des.
He found it then;
I never gave it him: send for him hither;
Let ^note him confess a truth.

Oth.
He hath ^note confess'd.

Des.
What, my lord?

Oth.
That he hath used thee. ^note

Des.
How? unlawfully?

Oth.
Ay.

Des.
He will not say so.

Oth.
No, his mouth is stopp'd;
Honest Iago hath ta'en order for't ^note.

Des.
O, my fear interprets! ^note what, is he dead?

Oth.
Had all his hairs been lives, my great revenge
Had stomach for them ^note all. ^note

Des.
Alas, he is betray'd, and I ^note undone! ^note

Oth.
Out ^note, strumpet! weep'st ^note thou for him to my face?

Des.
O, banish me, my lord, but kill me not!

Oth.
Down, strumpet!

Des.
Kill me to-morrow; let me live to-night!

Oth.
Nay, if ^note you strive,— ^note

Des.
But half an hour!

Oth.
Being done, there is no pause. ^{note note}

Des. ^note
But while I say one prayer!

Oth.
It is too ^note late. [He stifles her. ^{note note}

Emil. [Within ^note]
My lord, my lord! what, ho! my lord, my lord! ^note

Oth.
What noise ^note is this? Not dead? not yet quite dead?

I that am cruel am yet merciful;
I would not have thee linger in thy pain: ^note
So, so. ^note

Emil. [Within ^note]
What, ho! my lord, my lord!

Oth.
Who's there?

Emil. [Within ^note]
O, good my ^note lord, I would ^note speak a word with you!

Oth.
Yes: 'tis Emilia. By and by. She's dead.
'Tis like she comes to speak of Cassio's death.
The noise was here ^note. Ha! no more moving?
Still ^note as the grave. Shall she come in? were 't good?
I think she stirs again. No. What's best to do ^note?
If she come in, she'll sure speak to my wife:
My wife! my wife! what wife? ^note I have ^note no wife.
O, insupportable! O heavy hour!
Methinks it should be now a huge eclipse
Of sun and moon, and that the affrighted globe
Should ^note yawn at ^note alteration. ^note

Emil. [Within ^note]
I do ^note beseech you
That ^note I may speak with you, O ^note, good my lord! ^note

Oth.
I had forgot ^note thee: O ^note, come in, Emilia.
Soft; by and by. Let me the curtains draw.
Where art thou? [Unlocks the door. ^note

Enter ^note Emilia.
What's the matter with thee now?

Emil.
O, my good ^note lord, yonder's foul murders ^note done!

Oth.
What, ^note now?

Emil.
But now, my lord.

Oth.
It is the very error of the moon;
She comes more nearer ^note earth than she was wont
And makes men mad.

Emil.
Cassio, my lord, hath ^note kill'd a young Venetian
Call'd Roderigo. ^note

Oth.
Roderigo kill'd!
And Cassio kill'd. ^note

Emil.
No, Cassio is not kill'd.

Oth.
Not Cassio kill'd! then murder's out of tune,
And sweet revenge grows harsh.

Des.
O, falsely, falsely murder'd ^note!

Emil.
Alas ^note, what cry is that?

Oth.
That! what?

Emil.
Out, and alas! that was ^note my lady's voice.
Help! help, ho! help! O lady, speak again!
Sweet Desdemona! O sweet mistress, speak!

Des.
A guiltless death I die.

Emil.
O, who hath ^note done this deed?

Des.
Nobody; I myself. Farewell:
Commend me to my kind lord: O, farewell! [Dies. ^note

Oth.
Why, how should she be murder'd ^note?

Emil.
Alas, who knows?

Oth.
You heard ^note her say herself, it was not I.

Emil.
She said so: I must needs report the truth ^note.

Oth.
She's like a liar gone to burning hell ^note:
'Twas I that kill'd her.

Emil.
O, the more angel she,
And you the blacker devil! ^note

Oth.
She turn'd to folly and she was a whore.

Emil.
Thou dost belie her and thou art a devil.

Oth.
She was false as water.

Emil.
Thou art rash ^note as fire, to say
That she was false: O, she was heavenly true! ^note

Oth.
Cassio did top ^note her; ask thy husband else.
O, I were damn'd beneath all depth in hell,
But that I did proceed upon just grounds
To this extremity ^note. Thy husband knew it all.

Emil.
My husband! ^note

Oth.
Thy husband.

Emil.
That she was false to wedlock? ^note

Oth.
Ay, with ^note Cassio. Nay ^note, had she been true ^note,
If heaven would make me such another world
Of one entire and perfect chrysolite,
I'ld not have sold her for it.

Emil.
My husband!

Oth.
Ay, 'twas he that told me first ^note:
An honest man he is, and hates the slime
That sticks on ^note filthy deeds.

Emil.
My husband!

Oth.
What needs this iteration, woman? I ^note say thy husband. ^note

Emil.
O mistress, villany hath ^note made mocks with love! ^note
My husband say that ^note she was false!

Oth.
He, woman;
I say thy husband: dost understand the word? ^note
My friend, thy husband, honest, honest Iago. ^note

Emil.
If he say ^note so, may his pernicious soul
Rot half a grain a day! he lies to the heart ^note:
She was too fond of her most filthy bargain. ^note

Oth.
Ha!

Emil.
Do thy worst:
This deed of thine is no more worthy heaven ^note
Than thou wast worthy her.

Oth.
Peace, you were best.

Emil.
Thou hast not half that ^note power to do me harm
As I have to be hurt ^note. O gull! O dolt!
As ignorant as dirt! thou hast ^note done a deed— ^note
I care not for thy sword ^{note note}; I'll make thee known ^note,
Though I lost twenty lives. Help! help, ho! help! ^note
The Moor hath ^note kill'd my mistress! Murder! murder! Enter Montano, Gratiano, ^note Iago, and others. ^{note note note}

Mon.
What is the matter? How now, general!

Emil.
O, are you come, Iago? you have done well,
That men must lay their murders ^note on your neck.

Gra. ^note
What is the matter?

Emil.
Disprove this villain ^note, if thou be'st a man:
He says thou told'st him that his wife was false:
I know thou didst not, thou'rt ^note not such a villain.
Speak, for my heart is full.

Iago.
I told him what I thought, and told no more ^note
Than ^note what he found himself was apt and true.

Emil.
But did you ever tell him she was false? ^note

Iago.
I did.

Emil.
You told a lie, an odious, damned lie;
Upon my soul, a lie, a wicked lie!
She false ^note with Cassio! Did you say with Cassio?

Iago.
With Cassio, mistress. Go to, charm ^note your tongue.

Emil.
I will not charm ^note my tongue; I am ^note bound to speak: ^note
My mistress here lies ^note murder'd ^note in her bed,— ^note

All.
O heavens forfend!

Emil.
And your reports have set the murder ^note on.

Oth.
Nay, stare not, masters: it is true indeed. ^note

Gra.
'Tis a strange truth.

Mon.
O monstrous act!

Emil.
Villany, villany, villany!
I think upon't: I think: I smell't: O villany ^note!
I thought so then: I'll kill myself for grief:
O villany, villany! ^{note note}

Iago.
What, are you mad? I charge you, get you home. ^note

Emil.
Good gentlemen, let me have leave to speak:
'Tis proper I obey him, but not now.
Perchance ^note, Iago, I will ne'er go home.

Oth.
O! O! O! ^note [Falling ^note on the bed.

Emil.
Nay, lay thee down and roar;
For thou hast kill'd the sweetest innocent
That e'er did lift up eye.

Oth. [Rising ^note]
O she was foul!
I scarce did know you, uncle: there lies your niece,
Whose breath indeed these hands have newly stopp'd:
I know this act shows horrible ^note and grim.

Gra.
Poor Desdemona ^note! I am ^note glad thy father's dead ^note:
Thy match was mortal to him, and pure grief
Shore his old thread in twain ^note: did he live now,
This sight would make him do a desperate turn,
Yea, curse his better angel from his side,
And fall to reprobation ^note.

Oth.
'Tis pitiful; but yet Iago knows
That she with Cassio hath ^note the act of shame
A thousand times committed; Cassio confess'd it:
And she did gratify his amorous works
With that ^note recognizance and pledge of love
Which I first gave her; I saw it in his hand:
It was a ^note handkerchief ^note, an antique ^note token
My father gave my mother.

Emil.
O heaven! O heavenly powers! ^note

Iago.
'Zounds ^note! hold your peace.

Emil.
'Twill out, 'twill out. ^note I peace!
No, ^note I will speak as liberal as the north ^note:
Let heaven and men and devils, let them ^note all,
All, all, cry shame against me, yet I'll speak.

Iago. ^note
Be wise, and get you home.

Emil.
I will not. [Iago offers to stab Emilia.

Gra.
Fie! ^note
Your sword upon a woman! ^note

Emil.
O thou dull Moor! that handkerchief thou speak'st of ^{note note}
I found by fortune and did give my husband;
For often with a solemn earnestness,
More than indeed belong'd to such a trifle, ^note
He begg'd of me to steal it ^note.

Iago.
Villanous whore!

Emil.
She give ^note it Cassio! no ^note, alas, I found ^note it,
And I did give't my husband.

Iago.
Filth, thou liest!

Emil.
By heaven, I do not, I do not, gentlemen.
O murderous coxcomb! what should such a fool

Do with so good a wife ^note?

Oth.
Are there no stones ^note in heaven
But what serve ^note for the thunder? Precious ^{note note} villain! ^note [He runs at Iago: Iago, from behind, stabs Emilia, and exit. ^note

Gra.
The woman falls; sure, he hath kill'd his wife. ^{note note}

Emil.
Ay, ay: O, lay me by my mistress' side.

Gra.
He's gone, but his wife's kill'd. ^note

Mon.
'Tis a notorious villain. Take you this ^note weapon,
Which I have here recover'd ^note from the Moor:
Come, guard ^note the door without; let him not pass,
But kill him rather. I'll after that same villain, ^note
For 'tis a damned slave. [Exeunt all but Othello and Emilia. ^note

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. [Singing ^note] Willow, willow, willow. ^{note note}
Moor, she was chaste; she loved thee, cruel Moor;
So come my soul to bliss, as I speak true;
So speaking as I think, I die, I die ^note. [Dies. ^note

Oth.
I have another weapon in this chamber;
It is ^note a sword of Spain, the ice-brook's ^note temper.—
O, here it is. Uncle, I must come forth.

Gra. [Within ^note]
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 ^note,
Or, naked as I am, I will assault thee. Re-enter Gratiano. ^note

Gra.
What is the matter?

Oth.
Behold, ^note I have a weapon;
A better never did itself sustain
Upon a soldier's thigh: I have ^note seen the day
That with this little arm and this good sword
I have made ^note my way through more impediments
Than twenty times your ^note 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 ^note very sea-mark of my utmost sail.
Do you go back dismay'd? 'tis a lost fear:
Man but a rash against Othello's breast,

And he retires. Where should Othello go?
Now, how ^note dost thou look now? O ill-starr'd wench! ^note
Pale as thy smock! when we shall meet at compt ^note,
This look of thine will hurl my soul from heaven,
And fiends will snatch at it. Cold, cold, my girl!
Even like thy chastity. O cursed ^note slave!
Whip me, ye ^note devils, ^note
From the possession of this heavenly sight!
Blow me about in winds! roast ^note me in sulphur!
Wash me in steep-down ^note gulfs of liquid fire! ^note
O Desdemona! Desdemona! dead!
Oh! Oh! Oh! Enter Lodovico, Montano, Cassio carried in a chair, and Officers with Iago, prisoner. ^{note note}

Lod.
Where is this rash and most unfortunate ^note man? ^note

Oth.
That's he that was Othello: here I am.

Lod.
Where is that ^note viper? bring the villain forth. ^note

Oth.
I look down towards his feet; but that's a fable.
If that ^note thou be'st a devil, I cannot kill thee. [Wounds Iago. ^note

Lod.
Wrench ^note his sword from him.

Iago.
I bleed ^note, sir, but not ^note kill'd.

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

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

Lod.
O thou Othello, that wert ^note once so good,
Fall'n in the practice of a damned ^note slave,
What shall ^note be said to thee? ^note

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

Lod.
This wretch hath part confess'd his villany:
Did you and he consent in Cassio's death?

Oth.
Ay.

Cas.
Dear general, I never gave ^note you cause.

Oth.
I do believe it, and I ask your ^note pardon.
Will you, I ^note pray, demand that demi-devil
Why he hath thus ensnared my soul ^note and body?

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, ^note you shall understand what hath befall'n,
Which, as I think, you know not ^note. Here is ^note a letter
Found in the pocket of the slain Roderigo,
And here another: the one ^note of them imports
The death of Cassio to be undertook ^note
By Roderigo. ^note

Oth.
O villain ^note!

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 ^note
Came in and satisfied him.

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

Cas.
I found it in my chamber:
And he himself confess'd but ^note 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 letter,
How he upbraids ^note Iago ^note, that he made him
Brave me upon the watch; whereon it came
That I was cast: and even but ^note now he spake ^note
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,
And Cassio rules in Cyprus. For ^note 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,
Till that the nature of your fault be known
To the Venetian state. Come, bring ^note away.

Oth.
Soft you; a word or two before you go ^note.
I have ^note done the state some service, and they know't.
No more of that. I pray you, in your letters,

When you shall these unlucky deeds relate,
Speak of me as I am ^note; nothing extenuate,
Nor set down aught in malice: then must you ^note speak ^note
Of one that loved not wisely but too well;
Of one not easily jealous ^note but, being wrought,
Perplex'd ^note in the extreme; of one whose hand,
Like the base Indian ^note, threw a pearl away
Richer than all his tribe; of one whose subdued ^note eyes,
Albeit unused to the melting mood,
Drop ^note tears as fast as the Arabian trees
Their medicinal ^note gum ^note. Set you down this;
And say besides, that in Aleppo once,
Where ^note a malignant and a turban'd ^note Turk ^note
Beat a Venetian and traduced ^note the state,
I took by the throat ^note the circumcised ^note dog
And smote him, thus. [Stabs himself. ^note

Lod.
O bloody period!

Gra.
All that's ^note spoke is marr'd. ^note

Oth.
I kiss'd thee ere I kill'd thee: no way but this,
Killing myself, to die upon a kiss. [Falls ^note on the bed, and dies.

Cas.
This did I fear, but thought he had no weapon;
For he was great of heart.

Lod. [To Iago ^note]
O Spartan ^note dog,
More fell than anguish, hunger, or the sea!
Look on the tragic ^note loading ^note of this bed;
This is thy work: the object poisons sight; ^note
Let it be hid. Gratiano, keep the house,
And seize ^note upon the fortunes of the Moor,
For they succeed on you ^note. To you, lord governor,
Remains the censure ^note 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. [Exeunt. ^note

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