For he was great of heart. ` ` LODOVICO. [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 ` ` ` ` ` `