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Caf. That Thrust had been mine enemy indeed, But that my coat is better than thou know'ft: 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 flain. Caf. I'm maim'd for ever ; help, hoa! murder,
Rod. Oh, villain that I am !
Oih. 'Tis he! oh brave lago, honest and just, That haft such noble sense of thy friend's wrong; Thou teachest me-Minion, your Dear lies dead; And your fate hyes apace.--Strumpet, I come: From off my heart, those charms, thine eyes, are
blotted : Thy bed, luft-stain'd, shall with luft's blood be spotted.
S CE N E III.
der, murder ! Gra. 'Tis some mischance; the voice is very direCaf. Oh help!
[ful. Lod. Hark ! Rod. Oh 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.
weapons. Iago. Who's there? whose noise is this, that cries
here that cry fo grievouly?
this ? Cal. I think, that one of them is hereabout; And cannot make away.
lago. Oh treacherous villains ! What are you there? come in, and give some help.
To Lod. and Gra. Rod. Oh, help me there. Caf. That's one of them. lago. Oh murd'rous flave ! oh villain !
[Iago stabs him. · Rod. Oh damn'd lago ! oh inhuman dog! lago. Kill men i'th' dark ? where be these bloody
Lod. As you shall prove us, praise us.
lains. Gra. Caffio?
logo. How is't, brother ?
lago. Marry, heav'n forbid !
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Iago. O notable ftrumpet! Caffio, you may suspect Who they should be, that haye thus mangled you ?
you. Iago. Lend me a garter. So-Oh for a chair To bear him easily bence.
Bian. Alas, he faints. Oh Caffio, Cassio, Casio !
Iago. Gentlemen all, I do fufpeat this Traih
Gra. What, of Venice?
Iago. Signior Gratiano? I cry your gentle pardon: These bloody accidents must excufe
manners, That so neglected you.
Gra. I am glad to see you.
Iago. He, he, 'tis he: ch, that's well said, the chair. Some good man bear him carefully from hence;
I'll fetch the General's surgeon. For you,
mistress, Save you your labour. He that lies Bain here, Casio, Was my dear friend. What malice was between you?
Cal. None in the world; nor do I know the man.
o'th' air. Stay you, good gentlemen. Look you pale, mistress ? Do you perceive the galtness of her eye? [To Bian.
ftare, we shall hear more anon.
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Enter Emilia.” Æmil. LAS, what is the matter?
lago. Caffio hath there been set on in the dark By Rodorigo, and fellow's that hath 'scap'd : He's almost flain, and Rodorigo dead.
Æmil. Alas, good gentleman! alas, good Caffio !
lago. This is the fruit of whoring-Pray, Æmilia, Go know of Casio where he supt io-night. What do you laake at that?
(not. Bian. He supi at my house, but I therefore make lago. Ho, did he fo? I charge you go with me. Æmil, Oh fie upon the, ilrumpet!
Bian. I am no ftrumpet, but of life as honest
that ihus abuse me,
lago. Kind gentlemen, let's see poor Caffio drest.
Exeunt, lago following.
S CE N E VI.
A Bed-chamber : Desdemona is discovered asleep in
her Bed. Enter Othello, with a Light and à Sword. Oth. T is the cause, it is the cause, my soul ;
It is the cause. Yet I'll not shed ber Blood, .
(Lays down the Sword.
[Kising her. Oh balmy breath, that doft almost persuade Justice to break her sword 'One more ; one more ; Be thus when thou art dead, and I will kill thee, And love thee after. One more, that's the last; So sweet, was ne'er so fatal ! I muft
Def. Who's there ? Othello ?