And he retires;-Where should Othello go?--- O cursed, cursed slave!-Whip me, ye devils, 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. [OTH. 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 ; For, in my sense, 't is happiness to die. Lod. O thou Othello, that was 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. Oth. Ay. Cas. Dear general, I never gave you cause. Will you, I pray, demand that demi-devil, Why he hath thus ensnar'd my soul and body? know: From this time forth I never will speak word. Lod. What? not to pray' ? 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. How came you, Cassio, by that handkerchief Cas. O thou pernicious caitiff!— 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 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,- That can torment him much, and hold him long, Oth. Soft you; a word or two, before you go. Drop tears as fast as the Arabian trees Lod. O bloody period! Gra. [Stabs himself. All that is spoke is marr'd. Oth. I kiss'd thee, ere I kill'd thee;-No way but this, 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. a Indian. Boswell, in a very sensible note, shows that trile meant in Shakspere's day kindred; that base is used in the sense of ignorant; and, what is very important, that two poets after Shakspere have described the Indians as casting away jewels of which they knew not the value. The ordinary reading is "Judean." O Spartan dog! [TO IAGO. Lod. [Exeunt. End of Othello. |