3541Oth. I am not valiant neither:

3542But euery Punie whipster gets my Sword.

3543But why should Honor out-liue Honesty?

3544Let it go all.

3545AEmil. What did thy Song boad Lady?

3546Hearke, canst thou heare me? I will play the Swan,

3547And dye in Musicke: Willough, Willough, Willough.

3548Moore, she was chaste: She lou'd thee, cruell Moore,

3549So come my Soule to blisse, as I speake true:

3550So speaking as I thinke, alas, I dye.

3551Oth. I haue another weapon in this Chamber,

3552It was a Sword of Spaine, the Ice brookes temper:

3553Oh heere it is: Vnkle I must come forth.

3554Gra. If thou attempt it, it will cost thee deere;

3555Thou hast no weapon, and perforce must suffer.

3556Oth. Looke in vpon me then, and speake with me,

3557Or naked as I am I will assault thee.

3558Gra. What is the matter?

3559Othel. Behold, I haue a weapon:

3560A better neuer did it selfe sustaine

3561Vpon a Soldiers Thigh. I haue seene the day,

3562That with this little Arme, and this good Sword,

3563I haue made my way through more impediments

3564Then twenty times your stop. But (oh vaine boast)

3565Who can controll his Fate? 'Tis not so now.

3566Be not affraid, though you do see me weapon'd:

3567Heere is my iournies end, heere is my butt

3568And verie Sea-marke of my vtmost Saile.

3569Do you go backe dismaid? 'Tis a lost feare:

3570Man but a Rush against Othello's brest,

3571And he retires. Where should Othello go?

3572Now: how dost thou looke now? Oh ill-Starr'd wench,

3573Pale as thy Smocke: when we shall meete at compt,

3574This looke of thine will hurle my Soule from Heauen,

3575And Fiends will snatch at it. Cold, cold, my Girle?

3576Euen like thy Chastity. O cursed, cursed Slaue!

3577Whip me ye Diuels,

3578From the possession of this Heauenly sight:

3579Blow me about in windes, roast me in Sulphure,

3580Wash me in steepe-downe gulfes of Liquid fire.

3581Oh Desdemon! dead Desdemon: dead. Oh, oh!

3584Lod. Where is this rash, and most vnfortunate man?

3585Oth. That's he that was Othello: heere I am.

3586Lod. Where is that Viper?

3587Bring the Villaine forth.

3588Oth. I look down towards his feet; but that's a Fable,

3589If that thou bee'st a Diuell, I cannot kill thee.

3590Lod. Wrench his Sword from him.

3591Iago. I bleed Sir, but not kill'd.

3592Othel. I am not sorry neither, Il'd haue thee liue:

3593For in my sense, 'tis happinesse to die.

3594Lod. Oh thou Othello, that was once so good,

3595Falne in the practise of a cursed Slaue,

3596What shall be saide to thee.

3597Oth. Why any thing:

3598An honourable Murderer, if you will:

3599For nought I did in hate, but all in Honour.

3600Lod. This wretch hath part confest his Villany:

3601Did you and he consent in Cassio's death.

3602Oth. I.

3603Cas. Deere Generall, I neuer gaue you cause.

3604Oth. I do beleeue it, and I aske your pardon:

3605Will you, I pray, demand that demy-Diuell,

3606Why he hath thus ensnar'd my Soule and Body.

3607Iag. Demand me nothing: what you know, you know:

3608From this time forth, I neuer will speake word.

3609Lod. What? not to pray?

3610Gra. Torments will ope your lips.

3611Oth. Well, thou dost best.

3612Lod. Sir,

3613You shall vnderstand what hath befalne,

3614(Which, as I thinke, you know not) heere is a Letter

3615Found in the pocket of the slaine Rodorigo,

3616And heere another, the one of them imports

3617The death of Cassio, to be vndertooke

3618By Rodorigo.

3619Oth. O Villaine!

3620Cassio. Most Heathenish, and most grosse.

3621Lod. Now, heere's another discontented paper

3622Found in his pocket too: and this it seemes

3623Rodorigo meant t'haue sent this damned villaine:

3624But that (belike) Iago in the interim

3625Came in, and satisfi'd him.

3626Oth. Oh thou pernitious Caitiffe;

3627How came you (Cassio) by that Handkerchiefe

3628That was my wiues?

3629Cassio. I found it in my Chamber:

3630And he himselfe confest it but euen now,

3631That there he dropt it for a speciall purpose,

3632Which wrought to his desire.

3633Othel. O Foole, foole, foole!

3634Cassio. There is besides, in Rodorigo's Letter,

3635How he vpbraides Iago, that he made him

3636Braue me vpon the Watch: whereon it came

3637That I was cast: and euen but now he spake

3638(After long seeming dead) Iago hurt him,

3639Iago set him on.

3640Lod. You must forsake this roome, and go with vs:

3641Your Power, and your Command is taken off,

3642And Cassio rules in Cyprus. For this Slaue,

3643If there be any cunning Crueltie,

3644That can torment him much, and hold him long,

3645It shall be his. You shall close Prisoner rest,

3646Till that the Nature of your fault be knowne

3647To the Venetian State. Come, bring away.

3648Oth. Soft you; a word or two before you goe:

3649I haue done the State some seruice, and they know't:

3650No more of that. I pray you in your Letters,

3651When you shall these vnluckie deeds relate,

3652Speake of me, as I am. Nothing extenuate,

3653Nor set downe ought in malice.

3654Then must you speake,

3655Of one that lou'd not wisely, but too well:

3656Of one, not easily Iealious, but being wrought,

3657Perplexed in the extreame: Of one, whose hand

3658(Like the base Iudean) threw a Pearle away

3659Richer then all his Tribe: Of one, whose subdu'd Eyes,

3660Albeit vn-vsed to the melting moode,

3661Drops teares as fast as the Arabian Trees

3662Their Medicinable gumme. Set you downe this:

3663And say besides, that in Aleppo once,

3664Where a malignant, and a Turbond-Turke

3665Beate a Venetian, and traduc'd the State,

3666I tooke by th'throat the circumcised Dogge,

3667And smoate him, thus.

3668Lod. Oh bloody period.

3669Gra. All that is spoke, is marr'd.

3670Oth. I kist thee, ere I kill'd thee: No way but this,

3671Killing my selfe, to dye vpon a kisse. Dyes