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Othello, the Moor of Venice

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2017
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Nor set down aught in malice: then must you speak
Of one that loved 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 Judean, threw a pearl away
Richer than all his tribe; of one whose subdu'd eyes,
Albeit unusèd to the melting mood,
Drop tears as fast as the Arabian trees
Their medicinal 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 circumcisèd dog
And smote him – thus.

[Stabs himself.]

LODOVICO

O bloody period!

GRATIANO

All that's spoke is marr'd.

OTHELLO

I kiss'd thee ere I kill'd thee: – no way but this,
Killing myself, to die upon a kiss. [Falling upon Desdemona.]

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.]

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