OTHELLO. I kiss'd thee ere I kill'd thee. No way but this,
Killing myself, to die upon a kiss.
Falls on the bed, and dies.
CASSIO. This did I fear, but thought he had no weapon;
For he was great of heart.
LODOVICO. [To Iago.] O Spartan dog,
More fell than
anguish,
hunger, or the sea!
Look on the
tragic loading of this bed;
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.
-THE END-
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