[Wounds Iago.]
LODOVICO.
Wrench his sword from him.
IAGO.
I bleed, sir, but not kill’d.
OTHELLO.
I am not sorry neither. I’d have thee live,
For in my sense ’tis happiness to die.
LODOVICO.
O thou Othello, that wert once so good,
Fall’n in the practice of a damned slave,
What shall be said to thee?
OTHELLO.
Why, anything;
An honourable murderer, if you will.
For naught did I in hate, but all in honour.
LODOVICO.
This wretch hath part confess’d his villany.
Did you and he consent in Cassio’s death?
OTHELLO.
Ay.
CASSIO.
Dear general, I never gave you cause.
OTHELLO.
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?