Re-enter Gratiano.[6862]
Gra. What is the matter?
Oth. Behold, I have a weapon;[6863]
A better never did itself sustain
Upon a soldier's thigh: I have seen the day[6864]
That with this little arm and this good sword 265
I have made my way through more impediments[6865]
Than twenty times your stop: but, O vain boast![6866]
Who can control his fate? 'tis not so now.
Be not afraid, though you do see me weapon'd;[6867]
Here is my journey's end, here is my butt[6867] 270
And very sea-mark of my utmost sail.[6867][6868]
Do you go back dismay'd? 'tis a lost fear:[6867]
Man but a rush against Othello's breast,[6867]
And he retires. Where should Othello go?[6867]
Now, how dost thou look now? O ill-starr'd wench![6867][6869] 275
Pale as thy smock! when we shall meet at compt,[6870]
This look of thine will hurl my soul from heaven,
And fiends will snatch at it. Cold, cold, my girl!
Even like thy chastity. O cursed slave![6871][6872]
Whip me, ye devils,[6871][6873] 280
From the possession of this heavenly sight!
Blow me about in winds! roast me in sulphur![6874]
Wash me in steep-down gulfs of liquid fire![6875]
O Desdemona! Desdemona! dead![6876]
Oh! Oh! Oh![6876] 285
Enter Lodovico, Montano, Cassio carried in a chair, and Officers with Iago, prisoner.[6877]
Lod. Where is this rash and most unfortunate man?[6878]
Oth. That's he that was Othello: here I am.[6879]
Lod. Where is that viper? bring the villain forth.[6880]
Oth. I look down towards his feet; but that's a fable.
If that thou be'st a devil, I cannot kill thee. [Wounds Iago.[6881]290
Lod. Wrench his sword from him.
Iago. I bleed, sir, but not kill'd.[6882]