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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,
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,
lago 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 away.
Oth. Soft you; a word or two, before you go.

I have done the state some service, and they know 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,
Perplex'd in the extreme; of one, whose hand,
Like the base Júdean,3 threw a pearl away,

Richer than all his tribe; of one, whose subdu'd eyes
Albeit unused to the melting mood,

Drop tears as fast as the Arabian trees
Their medicínal
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,

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I took by the throat the circumcised dog,
And smote him-thus.

Lod. O bloody period!

Gra. All, that's spoke, is marr'd.

[Stabs himself.

354 Oth. I kiss'd thee, ere I kill'd thee;---No way but this,

[Falling upon DESDEMONA.

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 ;--
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,--O enforce it!
Myself will straight aboard; and, to the state,
This heavy act with heavy heart relate.

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