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Oth. I have another weapon in this chamber, It is a sword of Spain, the ice-brook's temper; 9 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.
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,
And he retires ;-Where should Othello go?—
Now, how dost thou look now? O ill-starr'd wench !1
O cursed, cursed slave !-Whip me, ye devils,
Dead? O! O! O!
Enter LODOVICO, MONTANO, CASSIO, carried in a
If that thou beʼst a devil, I cannot kill thee.
[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 ;
 See Illustrations, Vol. IX.
 To see if, according to the common opinion, his feet be cloven. JOHNS,
For, in my sense, 'tis happiness to die.
Lod. O thou Othello, that was once so good,
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.
Cas. Dear general, I never gave you cause,
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 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
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
Cas. I found it in my chamber :
And he himself confess'd, but even now,
Oth. O fool! fool! fool!
Cas. There is, besides, in Roderigo's letter,
How he upbraids Iago, that he made him
Lod. You must forsake this room, and go with us;
That can torment him much, and hold him long,
I have done the state some service, and they know it;
Nor set down aught in malice: then must you speak
Drop tears as fast as the Arabian trees
Lod. O bloody period!
Gra. All, that's spoke, is marr'd.
Oth. I kiss'd thee, ere I kill'd thee ;-No way but
[Falling upon DESDEM.
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!
Look on the tragic loading of this bed;
This is thy work the object poisons sight ;-