[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.]
THE END
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