But that my coat is better than thou think'st; [IAGO 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. [Falls. Oth. The voice of Cassio:-Iago keeps his word. Rod. O, villain that I am!* Oth. Hark! 'tis even so. Cas. O, help! ho! light! a surgeon ! Oth. 'Tis he;-O brave Iago, 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 [Exit OTHELLO. spotted. Enter LODOVICO and GRATIANO, at a distance. Cas. What, ho! no watch? no passage?' murder! murder! Gra. "Tis some mischance; the cry is very direful. Cas. O, help! Lod. Two or three groans;-it is a heavy 4 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 and weapons. 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! Give me some help. Iago. O me, lieutenant! what villains have done this? 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 LODOVICO and GRATIANO. Rod. O, help me here! Cas. That's one of them. O murderous slave! O villain! [IAGO stabs RODERIGO. 4 Thick, cloudy. Rod. O damn'd Iago! 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? Iago. Signior Lodovico? Light, gentlemen; I'll bind it with my shirt. 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 sus pect Who they should be, that have thus mangled you? Cas. No. Gra. I am sorry, to find you thus: I have been to seek you. Iago. Lend me a garter: So.-O, for a chair, To bear him easily hence! Bian. Alas, he faints:-O Cassio! Cassio! Cassio! Iago. Gentlemen all, I do suspect this trash To be a party in this injury.— Patience a while, good Cassio.-Come, come; Lend me a light.-Know we this face, or no? Alas! my friend, and my dear countryman, Roderigo? no:-Yes, sure; O heaven! Roderigo. Gra. What, of Venice? lago. Even he, sir; did you know him? 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. Iago. How do you, Cassio?-O, a chair, a chair! Gra. Roderigo! chair: Iago. He, he, 'tis he:-O, that's well said ;-the [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, 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, Enter EMILIA. Emil. 'Las, what's the matter; what's the matter, husband? Iago. Cassio hath here been set on in the dark, Emil. Alas, good gentleman! alas, good Cassio! Go know of Cassio where he supp'd to-night :- 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! Bian. 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, [Aside. That either makes me, or fordoes 5 me quite. [Exeunt. 5 Undoes. |