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But that my coat is better than thou think'st;
[Draws, and wounds Roderigo. Rod.
O, I am slain ! [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.
Hark! 'tis even so. Cas. O, help! bo! 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 2 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 ? murder !
murder! Gra. 'Tis some mischance; the cry is very direful. Cas. 0, help! Lod.
O wretched villain !
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.
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.
O murderous slave! O villain!
[Iago stabs RODERIGO.
4 Thick, cloudy.
Rod. O damn'd Iago! O inhuman dog !0! 0!0! 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
prove us, praise us. Iago.
Signior Lodovico? Lod. He, sir. Iago. I
cry you mercy; Here's Cassio hurt By villains.
Gra. Cassio ?
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?
Iago. Lend me a garter : So.--0, for a chair, To bear him easily hence!
Bian. Alas, he faints:-- 0 Cassio! Cassio! Cassio! Tago. Gentlemen all, I do suspect this trash
To be a party in this injury.-
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; l'll fetch the general's surgeon.-For you, 'mistress,
[To BLANCA. 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 2-0, 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, Though tongues were out of use.
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! Iago. 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. 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 fordoess me quite.