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Killing myself, to die upon a kiss. [360]
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 lodging of this bed:
This is thy work, the object poisons sight, [365]

Let it be hid: Gratiano, keep the house,
And seize upon the fortunes of the Moor,
For they succeed to you: to you, lord governor,
Remains the censure of this hellish villain,

The time, the place, the torture: O, enforce it! [370]
Myself will straight aboard, and to the state
This heavy act with heavy heart relate.
Exeunt.