LODOVICO

Save you worthy General. Hark. We do not know. The same indeed, a very valiant Fellow. The Duke, and the Senators of Venice greet you. I thank you: how do's Lieutenant Cassio ? He did not call: he's busy in the paper, Is there division betwixt my Lord, and Cassio ? May be that Letter moved him. For as I think, they do command him home, Deputing Cassio in his Government. My Lord, this would not be believed in Venice, Though I should swear I saw't. It's very much, Make her amends: she weeps. Truly obedient Lady: I do beseech your Lordship call her back. Who I, my Lord? Is this the Noble More, whom our full Senate Call all in all sufficient? Is this the Nature Whom Passion could not shake? Whose solid virtue The shot of Accident, nor dart of Chance Could neither graze, nor pierce? Are his wits safe? Is he not light of Brain? What? Strike his wife? Is it his use? Or did the Letters, work upon his blood, And new create his fault? I am sorry that I am deceived in him. I do beseech you Sir, trouble your self no further. Two or three groan. It's heavy night; These may be counterfeits: Let's think't unsafe To come into the cry, without more help. Hark. As you shall prove us, praise us. He Sir. Where is this rash, and most unfortunate man? Where is that Viper? Bring the Villain forth. Wrench his Sword from him. O thou Othello, that was once so good, Fallen in the practice of a cursed Slave, What shall be said to thee. This wretch hath partly confessed his Villainy: Did you and he consent in Cassio is death. What? not to pray? Sir, You shall understand what hath befallen, (Which, as I think, you know not) here is a Letter Found in the pocket of the slain Rodorigo, And here another, the one of them imports The death of Cassio, to be undertook By Rodorigo. Now, here's another discontented paper Found in his pocket too: and this it seems Rodorigo meant to have sent this damned villain: But that (belike) Iago in the interim Came in, and satisfied him. You must forsake this room, and go with us: Your Power, and your Command is taken off, And Cassio rules in Cyprus. For this Slave, If there be any cunning Cruelty, That can torment him much, and hold him long, It shall be his. You shall close Prisoner rest, Till that the Nature of your fault be known To the Venetian State. Come, bring away. O bloody perjod. O Sparton Dog: More fell then Anguish, Hunger, or the Sea: Look on the Tragic Loading of this bed: This is thy work: The Object poisons Sighed, Let it be hid. Gratiano, keep the house, And seize upon the Fortune's of the More, 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: My self will straight aboard, and to the State, This heavy Act, with heavy heart relate. Madam, good night: I humbly thank your Ladyship.