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Othello, the Moor of Venice
I bleed, sir; but not kill'd.
Lod. O thou Othello, that wert once so good,
Why, any thing:
Lod. This wretch hath part confess'd his villany :
and he consent in Cassio's death?
I pray, demand that demi-devil
Iago. Demand me nothing: what you know,
From this time forth I never will speak word.
Lod. What, not to pray ?
Torments will ope your lips.
Oth. O villain !
Most heathenish and most gross !
O the pernicious caitiff!
I found it in my chamber : 320
O fool! fool ! fool!
command is taken off,
Oth. Soft you; a word or two before you go.
I pray you,
Their medicinal gum.
All that's spoke is marrd.
this; Killing myself, to die upon a kiss.
[Falls on the bed, and dies. Cas. This did I fear, but thought he had no
weapon ; For he was great of heart. Lod.
[To Iago] 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 on 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. (Exeunt.
END OF VOL. VIII