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Do with so good a wife?
7 Steel is hardened by being put red-hot into very cold water.
Oth. Look in upon me then, and speak with me, Or, naked as I am, I will assault thee.
Re-enter GRATIA No.
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:—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 very 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, how dost thou look now 2 O ill-starr'd 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!—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 gulfs of liquid fire!O Desdemona | Desdemonal dead 2 Dead? O ! O! O!
Enter Lodovico, Mon TAN o, CASSIO, carried in a Chair, and Officers, with IAGo, prisoner.
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. Oth. I look down towards his feet;9—but that's a fable: If that thou be'st a devil, I cannot kill thee. 2 - [OTHELLO wounds IAGo. Lod. Wrench his sword from him. Iago. 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 was once so good, Fall’n in the practice' of a cursed slave, What shall be said to thee Oth. Why, any thing: An honourable murderer, if you will ; For nought I did in hate, but all in honour. Lod. This wretch hath part confess'd his villainy: 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 ensnar'd my soul 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 ?
9 To see if his feet be cloven. * By the stratagem.
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,
Oth. O the pernicious caitiff —
Cas. 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.
Oth. - O fool! fool! fool!
Cas. There is, besides, in Roderigo's letter,
Lod. You must forsake this room, and go with us;
If there be any cunning cruelty,
Gra. All, that's spoke, is marr'd. Oth. I kiss'd thee, ere I kill'd thee;—No way but this, [Falling upon DES DEMon A. 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,