Othello by Reclam

word. [305]
    LODOVICO. What, not to pray?
    GRATIA NO. Torment s will ope your lips.
    OTHELLO. Well, thou dost best.
    LODOVICO. Sir, you shall understand what hath befall’n,
    Â Â Â Â Which, as I think, you know not: here is a letter,
    Â Â Â Â Found in the pocket of the slain Roderigo; [310]
    Â Â Â Â And here another; the one of them imports
    Â Â Â Â The death of Cassio; to be undertook
    Â Â Â Â By Roderigo.
    OTHELLO. O villain!
    CASSIO. Most heathenish , and most gross!
    LODOVICO. Now here’s another discontented paper, [315]
    Â Â Â Â Found in his pocket too, and this, it seems,
    Â Â Â Â Roderigo meant to have sent this damned villain,
    Â Â Â Â But that, belike , Iago in the nick
    Â Â Â Â Came in, and satisfied him.
    OTHELLO. O the pernicious caitiff !
    Â Â Â Â How came you, Cassio, by a handkerchief, [320]
    Â Â Â Â That was my wife’s?
    CASSIO. I found it in my chamber,
    Â Â Â Â And he himself confess’d it even now,
    Â Â Â Â That there he dropp’d it, for a special purpose,
    Â Â Â Â Which wrought to his desire.
    OTHELLO. O fool, fool, fool!
    CASSIO. There is besides in Roderigo’s letter [325]
    Â Â Â Â How he upbraid s Iago, that he made him
    Â Â Â Â  Brave me upon the watch, whereon it came
    Â Â Â Â That I was cast ; and even but now he spake,
    Â Â Â Â After long seeming dead, Iago hurt him,
    Â Â Â Â Iago set him on. [330]
    LODOVICO. You must forsake this room, and go with us,
    Â Â Â Â Your power and your command is taken off,
    Â Â Â Â And Cassio rules in Cyprus: for this slave,
    Â Â Â Â If there be any cunning cruelty,
    Â Â Â Â That can torment him much, and hold him long, [ 335]
    Â Â Â Â It shall be his: you shall close prisoner rest,
    Â Â Â Â Till that the nature of your fault be known
    Â Â Â Â To the Venetian state; come, bring him away.
    OTHELLO. Soft you, a word or two:
    Â Â Â Â I have done the state some service, and they know ’t; [340]
    Â Â Â Â No more of that: I pray you in your letters,
    Â Â Â Â When you shall these unlucky deeds relate ,
    Â Â Â Â Speak of them as they are; nothing extenuate ,
    Â Â Â Â Nor set down aught in malice; then must you speak
    Â Â Â Â Of one that lov’d not wisely, but too well: [345]
    Â Â Â Â Of one not easily jealous, but being wrought,
    Â Â Â Â Perplex’d in the extreme; of one whose hand,
    Â Â Â Â Like the base Indian , threw a pearl away,
    Â Â Â Â Richer than all his tribe: of one whose subdued eyes,
    Â Â Â Â  Albeit unused to the melting mood, [350]
    Â Â Â Â Drops tears as fast as the Arabian trees
    Â Â Â Â Their medicinal gum ; set you down this,
    Â Â Â Â And say besides, that in Aleppo once,
    Â Â Â Â Where a malignant and a turban’d Turk
    Â Â Â Â Beat a Venetian, and traduc’d the state, [355]
    Â Â Â Â I took by the throat the circumcised dog,
    Â Â Â Â And smote him thus.
    (Stabs himself.)
    LODOVICO. O bloody period!
    G RATIANO. All that’s spoke is marr’d.
    OTHELLO. I kiss’d thee ere I kill’d thee, no way but this,
    Â Â Â Â Killing myself, to die upon a kiss. [360]
    (Falls on the bed, and dies.)
    CASSIO. This did I fear, but thought he had no weapon,
    Â Â Â Â For he was great of heart.
    LODOVICO (to Iago) . O Spartan dog ,
    Â Â Â Â More fell than anguish , hunger, or the sea,
    Â Â Â Â Look on the tragic lodging of this bed:
    Â Â Â Â This is thy work, the object poisons sight, [365]
    Â Â Â Â Let it be hid: Gratiano, keep the house,
    Â Â Â Â And seize upon the fortunes of the Moor,
    Â Â Â Â For they succeed to you: to you, lord governor,
    Â Â Â Â Remains the censure of this hellish