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The ills we do, their ills instruct us to.

Des. Good night, good night. Heaven me such usage

send,

Not to pick bad from bad; but, by bad, mend!

ACT V.

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SCENE I.-A Street. Enter IAGO and RODERIGO. lago. 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.

lago. Here, at thy hand; be bold, and take thy sword.

[Retires to a little distance.

Rod. I have no great devotion to the deed; And yet he has given me satisfying reasons:

"Tis but a man gone :-Forth, my sword; he dies.

[Goes to his stand.

Iago. I have rubb'd this young quat 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 Roderigo,
He calls me to a restitution large

Of gold, and jewels, that I bobb'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 much peril :
No, he must die :-But so, I hear him coming.

Enter CASSIO.

Rod. I know his gait, 'tis he ;-Villain, thou diest. [Rushes from his post, and makes a pass at CASSIO. Cas. That thrust had been mine enemy indeed,

But that my coat is better than thou think'st;

[8] A quat, in the midland counties, is a pimple, which by rubbing is made to smart, or is rubbed to sense. Roderigo is called à quat by the same mode of speech, as a low fellow is now termed in low language, a scab. To rub to the sense, is to rub to the quick. JOHNSON.

I will make proof of thine.
Rod. O, I am slain !

[Draws and wounds ROD. [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.

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!

[Falls.

Oth. 'Tis he ;-O 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.

[Exit.

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. Hark!

Rod. 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. Nobody 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.

Jago. Who's there? whose noise is this, that cries out murder?

Lod. We do not know.

lago. 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.
lago. What are you here that cry so grievously?
Cas. Iago? O, I am spoil'd, undone by villains!

[9] No passengers? Nobody going by? JOHNSON.
[1] A thick cloudy night, in which an ambush may be laid.

JOHNSON

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.

Rod. O, help me here!

Cas. That's one of them.

[To LoD. and Gra.

Jago. O murderous slave! O villain! [IAGO stabs Rod. Rod. O damned Iago! O inhuman dog!—

0! 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.

Iago. Signior Lodovico ?

Lod. He, sir.

lago. I cry you mercy; here's Cassio hurt

By villains.

Gra. Cassio ?

Iago. How is it, brother?

Cas. My leg is cut in two.

Iago. Marry, heaven forbid !—

Light, gentlemen; I'll bind it with my shirt.

Enter BIANCA.

Bran. 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 ?

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?

Gra. Know him? ay.

lago. 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.

lago. How do you, Cassio ?-O, a chair, a chair!

Gra. Roderigo!

Iago. He, he, 'tis he :-O, 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 BIA. 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. lago. [To BIAN.] What, look you pale ?—O, bear him out o'the air.-- [CASSIO and ROD. 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.

Enter EMILIA.

Emil. 'Las, what's the matter; what's the matter, 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!

lago. This is the fruit of whoring.-Pr'ythee, 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, Jago. 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!

Jago. 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.

SCENE II.

[Aside. [Exeunt.

A Bedchamber: DESDEMONA in bed asleep. A light burning.
Enter OTHELLO.

Oth. It is the cause, it is the cause, my soul,-
Let me not name it to you, you chaste stars!
It is the cause. Yet I'll not shed her blood;
Nor scar that whiter skin of hers than snow,

And smooth as monumental alabaster. [Takes off his sword.
Yet she must die, else she'll betray more men.

Put out the light, and then put out the light:
If I quench thee, thou flaming minister,

I can again thy former light restore,

Should I repent me :-but once put out thine,
Thou cunning'st pattern of excelling nature,

I know not where is that Promethean heat,

That can thy light relume. When I have pluck'd thy rose,
I cannot give it vital growth again,

It needs must wither :-I'll smell it on the tree.-
O balmy breath, that dost almost persuade [Kissing her.
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, and this the last :
So sweet was ne'er so fatal. I must weep,

But they are cruel tears: This sorrow's heavenly ;*
It strikes, where it doth love.-She wakes-

Des. Who's there? Othello?

Oth. Ay, Desdemona.

Des. Will you come to-bed, my lord?

Oth. Have you pray'd to-night, Desdemona ?
Des. Ay, my lord.

Oth. If you bethink yourself of any crime,
Unreconcil❜d as yet to heaven and grace,

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 :

[2] See Illustrations, Vol. X,

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