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Oth, Lo! I have a weapon : Abetter never did itself sustain Upon a soldier's thigh. I've seen the day, That with this little arm, and this good sword, I've made my way thro' more impediments, Than twenty times your stop. But, oh vain boast! Who can controul his fate? 'tis not so now. Be not afraid, tho' you do see me weaponed ; Here is my journey's end, here is my butt, The very sea-mark of my utmost sail. Do you go back dismayed ? 'tis a lost feur : Man but a rush (83) against Othello's breast, And he retires. Where should Othello go? Now- how dost thou look now? oh, ill-starred
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 slave! Whip me, ye 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 fireOh Desdemona ! Desdemona! dead, dead ! oh!
(83) Man but a rush. Observe in the moon the appear. ance of rushes, in the streaks of light on Othello's breast.
Enter Lodovico, Cassio led in wounded, Mon
| TANO, and I ago prisoner, with Officers. 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.
(that's a fable. Oth. I look down towards his feet; (54) but 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 killed.
Oth. I am not sorry neither: I'd have thee live; For, in my sense, 'tis happiness to die.
Lod. Oh thou, Othello, that wast once so good,
Oth. Why, any thing;
Lod. This wretch hath part confess'd his villainy Did you and he consent in Cassio's death?
(84) I look down towards his feet. There is, in fact, towards Iago's feet, the resemblance of a cloven foot, as of the devil: it is made up of the bonnet of Cassio, (or Talgol,) with a streak of light dividing it into two parts.
Cas. Dear general, I never gave you cause.
Oth. I do believe it, and I ask your pardon : Will you, I pray, demand that demi-devil, Why he hath thus ensnared my soul and body? Iago. Demand me nothing ; what you know,
you know :
Lod. What, not to pray?
Oth. Oh villain !
Lod. Now here's another discontented paper
Oth. Oh thou pernicious caitiff !
Cas. I found it in my chamber;
That there he dropp'd it for a special purpose, .. Which wrought to his desire.
Oth. Oh fool, fool, fool!
Cas. There is besides, in Rodorigo's letter,
Lod. You must forsake this room and go with
Oth. Soft you ; a word or two before you go.
Richer than all his tribe ; of one, whose eyes,
[Stabs hinıself. Lod. Oh bloody period! Gra. All that is spoke is marred. Oth. I kiss'd thee, ere I killed thee.- No way but this,
[To Desdem. Killing myself, to die upon a kiss. [Dies.
Cas. This did I fear, but thought he had no For he was great of heart.
[weapon, Lod. Oh Spartan dog!
[To lago. 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, And seize upon the fortunes of the Moor, For they succeed to you. To you, lord governor, Remains the censure of this hellish villain: The time, the place, the torture, oh! inforce it Myself will straight abroad; and to the state This heavy act with heavy heart relate.