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Iago. O murderous slave! O villain !
[Iago stabs RODERIGO. Rod. O damn’d Iago ! O inhuman dog !0!0!0! Iago. Kill men i'the dark !-Where be these bloody
Lod. As you shall prove us, praise us.
Iago. I cry you mercy; Here's Cassio burt
Gra. Cassio ?
Iago. Marry, heaven forbid !-
Enter BIANCA. 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 suspect Who they should be, that have thus mangled you ?
Iago. Lend me a garter : So.-0, for a chair, To bear him easily hence!
Bian. Alas, he faints :- Cassio ! Cassio! Cassio !
Iago. Gentlemen all, I do suspect this trash
Gra. What, of Venice?
Iago. Signior Gratiano? I cry you gentle pardon; These bloody accidents must excuse my manners, That so neglected you.
Gra. I am glad to see you.
[A chuir 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?---0, bear
him out o’the air.--- (Cas. and Rod. are borne off. Stay you, good gentlemen :---Look you pale, mistress? Do you perceive the gastness of her eye?--Nay, if you stare, we shall hear more anon :--Behold her well; I pray you, look upon her; Do you see, gentlemen? nay, guiltiness will speak, Though tongues were out of use.
Emil. 'Las, what's the matter? what's the matter,
Emil. Alas, good gentleman! alas, good Cassio !
Iago. This is the fruit of whoring.–Pr’ythee, Emilia, Go know of Cassio where he supp'd to-night:What, do yoti 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. Fye, fye upon thee, strumpet !
Biàn. I am no strumpet; but of life as honest, As you
that thus abuse me. Emil. As I? foh! fye 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, That either makes me, or fordoes me quite. [Exeunt.
SCENE II.-A Bed-chamber: DesdEMONA in bed
asleep. A light burning.
Let me not name it to you, you chaste stars !-
[Takes off his sword.
rose, I cannot give it vital growth again, It needs must wither :-I'll smell it on the tree.
Des. Who's there? Othello?
Oth. If you bethink yourself of
Solicit for it straight.
Des. Alas, my lord, what may you mean by that?
Oth. Well, do it, and be brief; I will walk by:
Des. Talk you of killing ?
Des. Then, heaven
Oth. Amen, with all my heart!
Des. And yet I fear you; for you are fatal then, When your eyes roll so: Why I should fear, I know
Oth. Think on thy sins.
Des. That death's unnatural, that kills for loving-
Oth. Peace, and be still !
Des. No, by my life and soul; Send for the man, and ask him.
Oth. Sweet soul, take heed,