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SCENE-a Street before the Palace.

Enter Iago and RODORIGO.
Iago. HERE, stand behind this bulk. Straight

will he come :
Wear thy good rapier bare, and put it home;
Quick, quick, fear nothing ; I'll be at thy elbow,
It makes us, or it mars us: think on that,
And fix most firm thy resolution.

Rod. Be near at hand, I may miscarry in't. Iago. Here at thy hand; be bold and take

thy sword. Rod. I have no great devotion to the deed, Yet he hath given me satisfying reasons ; 'Tis but a man gone. Forth, my sword ; he dies.

[Stands apart. Iago. I've rubbed this young knot almost to

the sense,

And he grows angry. Now, whether he kill Cassio,
Or Cassio him, or each do kill the other,
Every way makes my gain. Live Rodorigo,
He calls me to a restitution large
Of gold and jewels, that I bob'd from him,
As gifts to Desdemona.
It must not be.--If Cassio do remain,

He hath a daily beauty in his life,
That makes me ugly; and, besides, the Moor
May unfold me to him ; there stand I in peril ;
No, he must die. Be it so; I hear him coming.

Enter Cassio. Rod. I know his gait; ’tis he: villain, thou diest.

[He runs at Cassio, and wounds him. Cas. That thrust had been mine enemy indeed, But that my coat is better than thou knowest. I will make proof of thine.

[Fight. Iago cuts Cassio behind in the Leg,

and exit. Then Rodorigo and Cassio fall. Rod. Oh, I am slain.

(murder ! (74) Cas. I'm maimed for ever; help, hoa ! murder,

Enter OTHELLO above at a Window. Oth. The voice of Cassio-lago keeps his word. Rod. Oh, villain that I am ! Oth. It is even so. Cas. Oh, help, ho! light ! a surgeon !

Oth. 'Tis he! oh brave Iago, honest and just, That hath such noble sense of thy friend's wrong; Thou teachest me-Minion, your dear lies dead ;

(74) I'm maimed for ever. Observe, in the moon, the extended left leg of Cassio, with a mark as of a large cut

And your fate hies apace.- Strumpet, I come : From off my heart, those charms, thine eyes, are

blotted : Thy bed, lust-stained, shall with lust's blood be spotted.

[Exit Othello. Enter Lodovico and Gratiano, at a distance. Cas. What, ho! no watch? no passage? murder, murder !

[direful. (75) Gra. 'Tis some mischance; the voice is very Cas. Oh help! Lod. Hark! Rod. 0 wretched villain !

Lod. Two or three groans. It is a heavy night; These may be counterfeits: let's think’t unsafe To come into the cry, without more help.

Rod. No body come? then shall I bleed to death. Enter Iago, in his Shirt, with a Light and Sword. Lod. Hark

[and weapons. Gra. Here's one comes in his shirt with light lago. Who's there? whose noise is this, that Lod. We do not know. [cries out murder ? Iago. Do not you hear a cry? Cas. Here, here: for Heaven's sake, help me. Iago. What's the matter?

(75) I take Gratiano to have the same prototype as Horatio in Hamlet, drawn in fig. 49.

Gra. This is Othello's Ancieni, as I take it. Lod. The same, indeed, a very valiant fellow. Iago. What are you here, that cry so grievously?

Cas. Iago? oh I'm spoiled, undone by villains ! Give me some help.

done this? Iago. Oh me, lieutenant! what villains have

Cas. I think that one of them is hereabout; And cannot make away.

Iago. O treacherous villains ! What are you there? come in, and give some help.

[To Lod. and Gra. Rod. Oh, help me there. Cas. That's one of them. [Iago stabs him. Iayo. O murderous slave! oh villain ! Rod. Oh damned lago! oh inhuman dog ! Iago. Kill men i th’dark? where be these

bloody thieves ? How silent is this town! ho, murder! murder!

may you be? are you of good or evil?
Lod. As you shall prove us, praise us.
Iago. Signior Lodovico?
Lod. He, Sir.

Iago. I cry you mercy! here's Cassio hurt by
Gra. Cassio ?
Iago. How is't, brother?
Cas. My leg is cut in two.

Iago. Marry, Heaven forbid! Light, gentlemen, I'll bind it with



What may you

Enter BranCA. Bian. What is the matter, ho, who is't that Iago. Who is't that cried :

(cried Bian. Oh my dear Cassio, My sweet Cassio, oh Cassio, Cassio, Cassio ! Iago. O notable strumpet! Cassio, may you

suspect Who they should be that have thus mangled you:

Cas. No.

Gra. I'm sorry to find you thus: I have been to seek you.

Iago. Lend me a garter. So-Oh for a chair To bear hin easily hence.

Bian. Alas, he faints. Oh Cassio, Cassio, Cassio!

Iago. Gentlemen all, I do suspect this trash To be a party in this injury. Patience awhile, good Cassio ; come, come: Lend me a light: know we this face or no ? Alas, my friend, and


dear countryman Rodorigo.? no: Yes, sure: yea, 'tis Rodorigo.

Gra. What, of Venice?
Iago. Even he, Sir: did you know him?
Gra. Know him? ah!

Iago. Signior Gratiano? I cry yourgentle pardon. These bloody accidents must excuse my manners, That so neglected you.

Gra. I am glad to see you.
Iago. How do you, Cassio? oh, a chair, a chair.

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