Enter LODOVICO, MONTANO, CASS10, 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.

[Othello wounds Iago.

Lod. Wrench his sword from him."

Iago. I bleed, sir; but not kill'd.

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Oth. I am not sorry neither; I'd have thee

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 confefs'd his vil

lainy:

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, 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?

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 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 grofs!
Lod. Now here's another discontented paper,
Found in his pocket too; and this, it seems,
Roderigo meant to have sent this damned vil-
lain;

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 confefs'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, 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;

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 him
Wr.

away.

Oth. Soft you; a word or too, before you go. I have done the state some service, and they

know it;

No more of that:

ters,

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,
Perplex'd in the extreme; of one, whose hand,
Like the base Judean, threw a pearl away,
Richer than all his tribe; of one, whose sub-
du'd eyes,

Albeit unused to the melting mood,

Drop tears as fast as the Arabian trees
Their med'cinable
gum: Set you down this:
And say, besides, that in Aleppo once,
Where a malignant and a turban'd Turk
Beat a Venetian, and traduc'd the state,
I took by the throat the circumcised dog,
And smote him
[stabs himself.

thus.

Lod. O bloody period!

Gra. All, that is spoke, is marr❜d.

Oth. I kifs'd thee, ere I kill'd thee; No

way but this,

[falling upon Desdemona,

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,
Móre fell than anguish, hunger, or the sea!
Look on the tragick loading of this bed;

[to Iago. 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 go

vernor,

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.

THE END OF THE EIGHTH VOLUME.