Iag.
Here, stand behind this † bulk ^note; straight will he come:
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 that ^note,
And fix most firm ^note thy resolution.

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

Iag.
Here, at thy hand; be bold ^note, and take thy stand. ^note [retires to a little Distance.

Rod.
I have no great devotion to the deed ^note;
And yet he has ^note given me satisfying reasons:—
'Tis but a man gone: forth, my † sword; he dies. [going to his Stand.

Iag.
I have rub'd14Q1519 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 gold, and jewels, that I bob'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:
No, he must die:—But so ^note, I hear him coming. Enter Cassio.

Rod.
I know his gait, 'tis he;—Villain, thou dy'st. [starting from his Post, and making a Pass at him.

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

Rod.
O, I am slain! [falling. Iago issues from behind; makes a Blow at Cassio; and Exit.

Cas.
I am maim'd ^note for ever:—[falling too.] Light, ho! murther! murther! Enter Othello, at a Distance.

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 fate hies ^note apace; strumpet ^note, I come:
Forth of ^note my heart those charms, thine eyes, are blotted;
Thy bed, lust-stain'd, shall with lust's blood be spotted. [Exit Othello. Enter, likewise at a Distance, Lodovico, and Gratiano.

Cas.
What, ho! no watch? no passage? murther! murther!

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

Cas.
O, help!

Lod.
Hark!

Rod.
O wretched villain!

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

Rod.
No body come? then shall I bleed to death. Enter Iago, with a Light.

Lod.
Hark!

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

Iag.
Who's there? whose noise ^note is this, that cries out murther ^note?

Lod.
We do ^note not know.

Iag.
Do not ^note you hear a cry?

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

Iag.
What's the matter? [going towards Cassio.

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

Lod.
The same, indeed; a very valiant fellow.

Iag.
What are you here, that cry so grievously?

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

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

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

Iag.
O treacherous villains!—
What are you there? come in, and give some help. [to Lod. and Gra.

Rod.
O, help me here ^note!

Cas.
That's one of them.

Iag.
O murd'rous slave! o villain! [Iago sets down his Light; makes towards Roderigo in the dark, and stabs him.

Rod.
O damn'd Iago! o inhuman dog!—O, o, o!

Iag.
Kill men i'the dark!—Where be these ^note bloody thieves?— [counterfeiting a Search.
How silent is this town?—Ho! murther! murther!—
What may you be? are you of good, or evil?

Lod.
As you shall prove us, praise us.

Iag.
Signior Lodovico?

Lod.
He, sir.

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

Gra.
Cassio!

Iag.
How is it ^note, brother?

Cas.
My leg is cut in two.

Iag.
Marry, heaven forbid!—
Light, gentlemen;—I'll bind it with my shirt. Enter Bianca, and Others, with Lights.

Bia.
What is the matter, ho? who is't that cry'd?

Iag.
Who is't that cry'd?

Bia.
O my dear Cassio! my sweet Cassio!
O Cassio, Cassio, Cassio!

Iag.
O notable strumpet!—Cassio, may you suspect
Who they should be, that have ^note thus mangl'd you?

Cas.
No.

Gra.
I am sorry, to find you thus; I have been to seek you.

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

Bia.
Alas, he faints:—O Cassio, Cassio, Cassio!

Iag.
Gentlemen all, I do suspect this trash
To be a party in ^note this injury ^note.—
Patience a while, good Cassio.—Come, come ^note; [rising from him.
Lend me a light.—Know we this face, or no? [viewing Roderigo.
Alas! my friend, and my dear countryman!

Roderigo ^note? no: Yes, sure; yes, 'tis ^note Roderigo.

Gra.
What ^note, of Venice?

Iag.
Even he, sir; Did you know him?

Gra.
Know him? ay.

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

Gra.
I am glad to see you.

Iag.
How do you, Cassio?—O, a chair, a chair!

Gra.
Roderigo!

Iag.
He, he, 'tis ^note he:—[Enter Some with a Chair.] O, that's well said; the chair ^note:
Some good man bear him carefully from hence;
I'll fetch the general's surgeon.—For you, mistress,
Save you your labour.—He that lies slain here, Cassio,
Was my dear friend; What malice was between ^note you?

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

Iag.
What, look you pale?—O, bear him out o'the air.— [Cassio is born off; and the Body of Rod.
Stay you, good gentlemen ^note:—look you pale, mistress?—
Do you perceive the gastness of ^note her eye?—
Nay, if you stare, we shall hear more ^note anon:—
Behold her well; I pray you, look upon her;
Do you see, gentlemen? nay, guiltiness will speak,
Though tongues were out of use. Enter Emilia.

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

Iag.
Cassio has here ^note been set on in the dark,
By Roderigo, and fellows that are 'scap'd;
He's almost slain, and Roderigo dead ^note.

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

Iag.
This is the fruit of ^note whoring.—Pr'ythee, Emilia ^note,
Go know of Cassio where he supt to-night:—
What, do you shake at that?

Bia.
He supt at my house; but I therefore shake not.

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

Emi.
O, fie ^note upon thee, strumpet!

Bia.
I am no strumpet; but of life as honest,
As you that thus abuse me.

Emi.
As I? foh! ^note fie ^note upon thee!

Iag.
Kind gentlemen, let's go see poor Cassio drest:—
Come, mistress, you must tell's another tale.—
Emilia, run you to the citadel,
And tell my lord and lady what has hap'd ^note.—
Will you go on afore?—This ^note is the night,
That either makes ^note me, or foredoes me quite. [Exeunt. SCENE II. A Bed-chamber in the Castle. Desdemona in Bed, asleep. Enter Othello, with a Light.

Oth.
It is the cause, it is the cause, my soul,—
Let me not name it to you, you chast stars,—
It is the cause! Yet I'll not shed her blood; [taking off his Sword, and laying it by.
Nor scar that whiter skin of hers than snow,
And smooth as monumental alabaster.
Yet she must die, else she'll betray more men.
Put out the light,14Q1520 and then—Put out the light!
If I quench thee, thou flaming minister, [setting down the Taper.
I can again thy former light restore,
Should I repent me:—but once put out thy ^note light, [going towards his Wife.

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

Des.
Who's there? Othello?

Oth.
Ay, Desdemona.

Des.
Will you come to bed, my lord?

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

Des.
Ay, my lord.

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

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

Oth.
Well, do it, and be brief; I will walk by:
I would not kill thy unprepared spirit;
No,—Heaven ^note fore-fend!—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!

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

Oth.
Hum!

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

Oth.
Think on thy sins.

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

Oth.
Ay ^note, and for that thou dy'st.

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

Oth.
Peace, and be still!

Des.
I will so: What's the matter?

Oth.
That handkerchief, which I so lov'd, and gave thee,
Thou gav'st to Cassio.

Des.
No, by my life and soul;
Send for the man, and ask him.

Oth.
Sweet soul, take heed,
Take heed of perjury; thou art 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 choak, the strong conception ^note
That I do groan withal. Thou art to die.

Des.
O, heaven have ^note mercy on me!

Oth.
I say, amen.

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

Oth.
By heaven, I saw my handkerchief in's ^note hand.

O perjur'd woman! thou dost stone my ^note heart;
And mak'st ^note me call, what I intend to do,—
A murther, which I thought a sacrifice;
I saw the handkerchief.

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—us'd thee ^note.

Des.
How? unlawfully?

Oth.
Ay.

Des.
He will not say so.

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

Des.
My ^note fear interprets then ^note,—What, is he dead?

Oth.
Had all his hairs been lives, my great revenge
Had stomack for them all.

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

Oth.
Out, strumpet ^note! weep'st thou for him to my face? [taking up a Pillow.

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 you ^note strive,—

Des.
But half an hour:

Oth.
Being done, ^note
There is no pause.

Des.
But while I say one prayer.

Oth.
It is too late. ^note [smothers her.

Emi. [within.]
My lord, my lord! ^note what, ho! my lord, my lord!

Oth.
What noise is ^note this?—Not dead? not yet quite dead?
I, that am cruel, am yet merciful;
I would not have thee linger in thy pain.
So, so.

Emi.
What, ho! my lord, my lord!

Oth.
Who's there?

Emi.
O, good my lord, I'd ^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 high.—Ha ^note! no more moving?
Still as the grave.—Shall she come in? wer't good?—
I think, she stirs again: No.—What's the best? ^note
If she come in, she'll sure speak to my wife:—
My wife! my wife! what wife? 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 yawn ^note at alteration.

Emi.
Good my lord,14Q1521
I do beseech you I may speak with you ^note.

Oth.
I had forgotten thee; Come ^note in, Emilia:—
Soft, by and by, let me the curtains draw.— [draws them, and then opens the Door.
Where art thou? What's the matter with thee now? Enter Emilia.

Emi.
O, my good lord, yonder's foul murthers done.

Oth.
What, now?

Emi.
But now, my lord.

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

Emi.
Cassio, my lord, has kill'd a young Venetian,
Call'd—Roderigo.

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

Emi.
No, Cassio is not kill'd.

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

Des.
O, falsely, falsely murder'd!

Emi.
O lord, what ^note cry is that?

Oth.
That! what?

Emi.
Out, and alas! that ^note was my lady's voice:— [running to the Bed.
Help! help, ho! help!—O, lady, speak again!
Sweet Desdemona! o, sweet mistress, speak!

Des.
A guiltless death I die.

Emi.
O, who hath ^note done
This deed?

Des.
No body; I myself; farewel:
Commend me to my kind lord; O, farewel. [dies.

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

Emi.
Alas, who knows?

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

Emi.
She said so; I must needs report the truth ^note.

Oth.
She's, like a liar, gone to burn in hell ^note;
'Twas I that kill'd her.

Emi.
O, the more angel she,
And you the blacker devil!

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

Emi.
Thou dost bely her, and thou art a devil.

Oth.
She was false as water.

Emi.
Thou'rt rash ^note as fire, to say
That she was false; O, she was heavenly true!

Oth.
Cassio did tup ^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; Thy husband knew it all.

Emi.
My husband?

Oth.
Thy husband.

Emi.
That she was false to wedlock?

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

Emi.
My husband?

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

Emi.
My husband?

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

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

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

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

Oth.
Ha! [looking towards her Sword. ^note

Emi.
Do thy worst:
This deed of thine is no more worthy heaven,
Than thou wast worthy her.

Oth.
Peace, you were best. [threat'ning her with it.

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

Mon.
What is ^note the matter?—How now, general? [staying him.

Emi.
O, are you come, Iago? you have done well,
That men must lay their murthers on your neck.

Gra.
What is the matter?

Emi.
Disprove it, 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.

Iag.
I told him what I thought; and told no more,
But what he found himself was apt and true.

Emi.
But did you ever tell him, she was false?

Iag.
I did.

Emi.
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?

Iag.
With Cassio, mistress; Go to, charm your tongue.

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

Mon. Gra.
O heavens fore-fend!

Emi.
And your reports have set the murther on.

Oth.
Nay, stare not, masters; it is true, indeed.

Gra.
'Tis a strange truth.

Mon.
O monstrous act!

Emi.
Villany, villany, villany;—
I think upon't,—I think,—I smell't ^note;—O villany!
I thought so then;—I'll kill myself for grief.
O villany, villany!

Iag.
What, are you mad?
I charge you, get you home.

Emi.
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.
Oh! oh! oh! oh! [hanging over his Wife.

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

Oth.
O, she was foul!—
I scarce did know you, uncle; There lies your niece,
Whose breath (indeed) these hands have newly stop'd:
I know, this act shews horrible ^note and grim.

Gra.
Poor Desdemone ^note! I am glad thy father's dead;
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 reprobance ^note.

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

Emi.
O heaven! o heavenly powers! ^note

Iag.
Come, hold ^note your peace.

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

Iag.
Be wise, and get you home.

Emi.
I will not.

Gra.
Fie!
Your sword upon a woman? [to Iago, seeing him about to draw it.

Emi.
O thou dull Moor! that handkerchief, thou speak'st of ^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)
He beg'd of me to steal it.

Iag.
Villanous whore!

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

Iag.
Filth, thou ly'st.

Emi.
By heaven, I do not; I do not, gentlemen:—
O murd'rous coxcomb! [to Oth.] what would such a fool
Do with so good a wife? ^note?

Oth.
Are there no stones14Q1522 in heaven,
But what serves for the thunder?—Precious ^note villain! [Iago stabs his Wife suddenly, and runs off.

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

Emi.
Ay, ay; O, lay me by my mistress' side.

Gra.
He's gone; but his wife's kill'd.

Mon.
'Tis a notorious villain. Take this weapon ^note, [giving Gra. a Sword.
Which I have here ^note recover'd from the Moor:
Come, guard the door without; let him not pass,

But kill him rather: I'll after that same villain,
For 'tis a damned slave. [Exeunt Mon. and Gra.

Oth.
I am not valiant neither,
But every puny whipster gets my sword:—
But why should honour out-live honesty?
Let it go all.

Emi.
What did thy song bode, lady? ^note
Hark, canst thou hear me? I will play the swan,
And die in musick;—Willow, willow, willow.—
Moor, she was chast; she lov'd thee, cruel Moor:
So come my soul to bliss, as I speak true;
So speaking as I think, I die, ^note—I die. [dies.

Oth.
I have another weapon in this chamber,
It was a ^note sword of Spain, the Ebro's temper ^note;—
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 ^note,
Or, naked as I am, I will assault thee. Re-enter Gratiano.

Gra.
What is 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 impediments
Than twenty times your stop ^note:—But, o vain boast!
Who can controul his fate? 'tis not so now.—
Be not afraid, though you do see me weapon'd; ^note
Here is my journey's end, here is my but
And very ^note sea-mark of my utmost sail.
Do you go back dismay'd! 'tis a lost fear;

Man but a rush against Othello's breast,
And he retires;—Where should Othello go?—
Now ^note, how dost thou look now? O ill-star'd ^note wench!
Pale as thy smock! when we shall meet at compt,
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, cursed slave ^note!—Whip me, ye ^note devils,
From the possession of this heavenly sight!
Blow me about in winds! roast me in sulphur!
Wash me in steep-down gulphs of liquid fire!—
O Desdemone! dead, Desdemone? dead? ^note dead?
O, o, o! Enter Lodovico, Montano; Cassio, carry'd in a Chair; and Iago, with Officers, Prisoner.

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

Oth.
That's he, that was Othello; [pointing to his Wife.] here I am

Lod.
Where is that viper ^note? bring the villain forth. [Officers bring Iago forward.

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

Lod.
Wrench his ^note sword from him. [he is disarm'd.

Iag.
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 wast ^{note note} once so good,
Fall'n in the practise of a cursed ^note slave,
What shall be ^note said to thee?

Oth.
Why, any thing:
An honourable murtherer, if you will;

For nought I did ^note in 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 pardon ^note.
Will you, I ^note pray, demand that demi-devil,
Why he hath thus ensnar'd my soul and body?

Iag.
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,
The death of Cassio to be undertook
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 ^note sent this damned villain;
But that, belike, Iago in the interim
Came in and satisfy'd him.

Oth.
O the pernicious ^note caitiff!—
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 note} even now,

That there he dropt 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 Iago ^note, 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.

Lod.
You must forsake this room, and go with us;
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,
'Till that the nature of your fault be known
To the Venetian state:—Come, bring away ^note.

Oth.
Soft you; a word or two, before you go ^note.
I have 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 speak
Of one, that lov'd not wisely, but too well;
Of one, not easily jealous, but, being wrought,
Perplex'd in the extream; of one, whose hand,
Like the base Indian ^note,14Q1523 threw a pearl away
Richer than all his tribe; of one, whose subdu'd eyes,
Albeit unused to the melting mood,
Drop ^note tears as fast as the Arabian trees
Their med'cinable ^note gum: Set you down this:
And say, besides,—that in Aleppo once,

Where a malignant and a turban'd ^note Turk
Beat a Venetian, and traduc'd the state,
I took by throat ^note the circumcised dog,
And smote him—thus. [pulls out a conceal'd Dagger, and stabs himself.

Lod.
O bloody period!

Gra.
All, that's ^note spoke, is mar'd.

Oth.
I kiss'd thee, ere I kill'd thee; [throwing himself by his Wife.] No way but this,
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, [to Iago.
More fell than anguish, hunger, or the sea!
Look on the tragick loading ^note of this bed;
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 on you ^note.—To you, lord governor, [to Cassio.
Remains the censure of this hellish villain;
The time, the place, the torture,—O inforce it!
Myself will straight aboard; and, to the state,
This heavy act with heavy heart relate. [Exeunt.

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