Fall'n in the practice of a damnèd slave, What shall be said to thee? Oth. Why, any thing: An honourable murderer, if you will; For naught I did in hate, but all in honour. Lod. This wretch hath part confess'd his villany: Cas. Dear general, I never gave you cause. lago. Demand me nothing: what you know, you know: From this time forth I never will speak word. Lod. What, not to pray? Oth. 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's 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 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 t' have sent this damned villain; But that, belike, Iago in the interim Came in and satisfied him. 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 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, Iago set him on. Lod. You must forsake this room, and go with us: 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. Of one not easily jealous, but, being wrought, Richer than all his tribe; of one whose subdu'd eyes, Drop tears as fast as the Arabian trees Their med'cinable gum. Set you down this; Lod. O bloody period! Gra. [Stabs himself with a dagger. All that's spoke is marr'd. Oth. I kiss'd thee ere I kill'd thee: no way but this, [Falling upon Desdemona. [Dies. Killing myself, to die upon a kiss. For he was great of heart. O Spartan dog, More fell than anguish, hunger, or the sea! This is thy work: Let it be hid. the object poisons sight; Gratiano, keep the house, you, lord governor, And seize upon the fortunes of the Moor, - O, enforce it! [Exeunt. Officers, Soldiers, Messengers, and other Attendants. SCENE I. Alexandria. A room in CLEOPATRA's palace Enter DEMETRIUS and PHILO. Phi. Nay, but this dotage of our general's O'erflows the measure: those his goodly eyes, Shakespeare. VI. 21 17 That o'er the files and musters of the war Have glow'd like plated Mars', now bend, now turn, Upon a tawny front: his captain's heart, Which in the scuffles of great fights hath burst The buckles on his breast, reneges all temper, And is become the bellows and the fan To cool a gipsy's lust. [Flourish within.] Look where they come : Take but good note, and you shall see in him The triple pillar of the world transform'd Into a strumpet's fool: behold and see. Enter ANTONY and CLEOPATRA, with their Train; Eunuchs fanning her. Cleo. If it be love indeed, tell me how much. Ant. There's beggary in the love that can be reckon'd. Cleo. I'll set a bourn how far to be belov'd. Ant. Then must thou needs find out new heaven, new earth. Cleo. Nay, hear them, Antony: Perform't, or else we damn thee." Ant. How, my love! Perchance! nay, and most like: You must not stay here longer, - your dismission Is come from Cæsar; therefore hear it, Antony. Where's Fulvia's process? Cæsar's I would say?— both? Call in the messengers. - As I'm Egypt's queen, shame Thou blushest, Antony; and that blood of thine The messengers! |