Cas. This did I fear, but thought he had no weapon;
For he was great of heart.

Lod. [To Iago] O Spartan dog,[6922]
More fell than anguish, hunger, or the sea! 365
Look on the tragic loading of this bed;[6923]
This is thy work: the object poisons sight;[6924]
Let it be hid. Gratiano, keep the house,
And seize upon the fortunes of the Moor,[6925]
For they succeed on you. To you, lord governor,[6926] 370
Remains the censure of this hellish villain,[6927]
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.[6928]