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[Rushes from his post, and makes a pass at Cassio.
[Draws, and wounds Roderigo. Rod.
O, I am slain ! [lago rushes from his post, cuts Cassio behind
in the leg, and exit. Cas. I am maim'd for ever:—Help, ho! murder! murder)
Enter Othello, at a distance. Oth. The voice of Cassio:- Iago keeps his word. Rod. O, villain that I am ! Oth.
Hark! 'tis even so. Cas. 0, help! ho! light! a surgeon !
Oth. 'Tis he;-0 brave lago, honest, and just, That hast such noble sense of thy friend's wrong! Thou teachest me, -Minion, your dear lies dead, And your fate hies apace:-Strumpet, I come: Forth of my heart those charms, thine eyes, are
blotted; Thy bed, lust-stain'd, shall with lust's blood be spotted.
Enter Lodovico and Gratiano, at a distance. Cas. What, ho! no watch? no passage? mur
der! murder! Gra. 'Tis some mischance; the cry
is very dire
Cas. O, help!
O wretched villain! Lod. Two or three groans;—it is a heavy night: These may be counterfeits; let's think’t unsafe To come in to the cry, without more help.
Rod. No body come? then shall I bleed to death.
Enter Iago, with a light. Lod. Hark! Gra. Here's one comes in his shirt, with light
Iago. Who's there? whose noise is this, that
cries on murder? Lod. We do not know. Iago.
Did you not hear a cry? Cas. Here, here; for heaven's sake, help me. Iago.
What's the matter? Gra. This is Othello's ancient, as I take it. Lod. The same, indeed; a very valiant fellow. Iago. What are you here, that cry so grievously?
Cas. Iago? O, I am spoil'd, undone by villains !
O treacherous villains !What are you there? come in, and give some help.
[To Lodovico and Gratiano. Rod. O, help me here! Cas. That's one of them.
O murderous slave! O villain!
[Iago stabs Roderigo. Rod. O damn'd lago! O inhuman dog !-O! O! O! Iago. Kill men i'the dark!_Where be these
bloody thieves? How silent is this town!-Ho! murder! murder! What may you be? are you of good, or evil?
Lod. As you shall prove us, praise us.
Signior Lodovico? Lod. He, sir.
Iago. I cry you mercy; Here's Cassio hurt By villains.
How is it, brother?
Marry, heaven forbid ! Light, gentlemen; I'll bind it with my shirt.
Bian. What is the matter, ho? who is't that
cry'd? Iago. Who is't that cry'd?
Bian. O my dear Cassio! my sweet Cassio! O Cassio! Cassio! Cassio! Iago. O notable strumpet !--Cassio, may you sus
pect Who they should be, that have thus mangled you?
to seek you.
Iago. Lend me a garter:-50.-0, for a chair, To bear him easily hence!
Bian. Alas, he faints :- 0 Cassio! Cassio! Cassio!
Iago. Gentlemen all, I do suspect this trash
Gra. What, of Venice?
Know him? ay.
I am glad to see you. Iago. How do you, Cassio?-0, a chair, a chair! Gra. Roderigo! Iago. He, he, 'tis he:-0, that's well said;the chair:
[A chair brought in. Some good man bear him carefully from hence; I'll fetch the general's surgeon.-For you, mistress,
[To Bianca. Save you your labour.–He that lies slain here,
Cassio, Was my dear friend: What malice was between you?
Cas. None in the world; nor do I know the man. Iago. [To Bian.] What, look you pale?- O, bear him out o'the air.
[Cassio and Rod. are borne off. Stay you, good gentlemen :-Look you pale, mis
Do you see, gentlemen? nay, guiltiness will speak, Though tongues were out of use.
Enter Emilia. Emil. ’Las, what's the matter; what's the mat
ter, husband Iago. Cassio hath here been set on in the dark, By Roderigo, and fellows that are scap'd; He's almost slain, and Roderigo dead.
Emil. Alas, good gentleman! alas, good Cassio! Iago. This is the fruit of whoring.-Prythee,
Emilia, Go know of Cassio where he supp'd to-night:What, do you shake at that? Bian. He supp'd at my house; but I therefore
shake not. Iago. O, did he so? I charge you, go with me. Emil. Fie, fie upon thee, strumpet!
Bian. I am no strumpet; but of life as honest, As you that thus abuse me. Emil.
As I? foh! fie upon thee! Iago. Kind gentlemen, let's go see poor Cassio
dress'd:Come, mistress, you must tell us another tale.Emilia, run you to the citadel, And tell my lord and lady what has happ'd. Will you go on, I pray?—This is the night, [Aside. That either makes me, or fordoes me quite.