So speaking as I think, alas, I die.
OTн. I have another weapon in this chamber,

It is a sword of Spain, the ice-brook's temper a ;-
O, here it is :-Uncle, I must come forth.
GRA. 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?
Отн.

Behold! I have a weapon;

A better never did itself sustain

Upon a soldier's thigh: I have seen the day,
That with this little arm, and this good sword,
I have made my way through more impediments
Than twenty times your stop :-But, O vain boast!
Who can control his fate? 't is not so now.—
Be not afraid though you do see me weapon'd;
Here is my journey's end, here is my butt,
And very sea-mark of my utmost sail.
Do you go back dismay'd? 't is a lost fear;
Man but a rush against Othello's breast,
And he retires ;-Where should Othello go ?-
Now, how dost thou look now? O ill-starr'd wench!
Pale as thy smock! when we shall meet at compt,
This look of thine will hurl my soul from heaven,
And fiends will snatch at it. Cold, cold, my girl?
Even like thy chastity.-

O cursed, cursed slave!-Whip me, ye devils,
From the possession of this heavenly sight!
Blow me about in winds! roast me in sulphur!
Wash me in steep-down gulfs of liquid fire!—

O Desdemona b! dead? Desdemona! dead? Oh, oh!

[Dies.

Enter LODOVICO, MONTANO, CASSIO, carried in a chair, and Officers, with

IAGO, prisoner.

LOD. Where is this rash and most unfortunate man?

ОTH. That's he that was Othello; here I am.

LOD. Where is that viper? bring the villain forth.

ОTH. I look down towards his feet;-but that's a fable:

If that thou be'st a devil I cannot kill thee.

[OTHELLO wounds IAGO.

a Ice-brook's temper. Pope and others would read Ebro's temper. The practice of the Spaniards to temper their swords by plunging them, when hot from the forge, into waters of an icy coldness, is noticed by Martial and Justin.

The folio has Desdemon.

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?

CAS. Dear general, I never gave you cause.
OTH. I do believe it, and I ask your pardon.

Will you, I pray, demand that demi-devil,

Why he hath thus ensnar'd my soul and body?
IAGO. Demand me nothing: What you know, you know:
From this time forth I never will speak word.
LOD. What? not to pray?

GRA.

Oтн. Well, thou dost best.

Torments will ope your lips.

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

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.

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 a.
Oтн. Soft you; a word or two, before you go.

I have done the state some service, and they know 't;
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 Indian ", 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 medicinable 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,
I took by the throat the circumcised dog,
And smote him-thus.

LOD. O bloody period!

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

Killing myself, to die upon a kiss.

CAS. This did I fear, but thought he had no weapon;

[Stabs himself.

[Dies.

[To IAGO.

Indian. The first and second quartos read distinctly, Indian-the first folio, Iudean. We might have thought that there was only a substitution in this reading of u for n, had we not turned to all the passages in that edition where Indian occurs, and found it invariably spelt I-n-d-i-a-n. (See Illustration 16.)

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.