Come, guard the door without; let him not pass, But kill him rather; I'll after that same villain, For 'tis a damned slave. Oth. [Exeunt Montano and Gratiano. I am not valiant neither, But every puny whipster gets my sword:- Emil. What did thy song bode, lady? [Dies. Oth. I have another weapon in this chamber, It is a sword of Spain, the ice-brook's temper;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, Or, naked as I am, I will assault thee. Re-enter Gratiano. Behold! I have a weapon; Gra. What is the matter? Oth. A better never did itself sustain Upon a soldier's thigh: I have seen the day, Here is my journey's end, here is my butt, O cursed, cursed slave!-Whip me, ye devils, Dead? O! O! O! Enter Lodovico, Montano, 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;-but that's a fable: If that thou be'st a devil, I cannot kill thee. Lod. Wrench his sword from him. Iago. [Othello wounds 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 wast 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. From this time forth I never will speak word. 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 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 sent this damned villain; But that, belike, Iago in the interim Came in and satisfied him. Oth. O the pernicious caitiff!— How came you, Cassio, by that handkerchief That was my wife's? 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, Oth. O fool! fool! fool! Cas. 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. Lod. You must forsake this room, and go with us; That can torment him much, and hold him long, Oth. Soft you; a word or two, before you go. 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, Drop tears as fast as the Arabian trees Their medicinal gum: Set you down this: Lod. O bloody period! Gra. [Stabs himself. Oth. I kiss'd thee, ere I kill'd thee;-No way but this, All that's spoke, is marr’d. [Falling upon Desdemona. [Dies. Killing myself, to die upon a kiss. Cas. This did I fear, but thought he had no weapon; For he was great of heart. Lod. O Spartan dog, More fell than anguish, hunger, or the sea! [To Iago. governor, This is thy work: the object poisons sight;— [Exeunt. 1. Bensley, Primer, Boic Court, Fleet Street. THE END. |