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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; I will make proof of thine.

Rod.

[Draws, and wounds Roderigo. 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.

[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? mur

der! murder!

Gra. 'Tis some mischance; the ful.

cry

iş very

dire

Cas. O, help!

Lod.

Rod.

Hark!

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. No body come? then shall I bleed to death.

Lod. Hark!

Enter Iago, with a light.

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.

Iago.

O murderous slave! O villain!

[Iago stabs Roderigo.

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?

Lod. As you shall prove us, praise us.

Iago.

Lod. He, sir.

Iago.

By villains.

Gra.

Iago.

Signior Lodovico?

I cry you mercy; Here's Cassio hurt

Cassio?

How is it, brother?

Marry, heaven forbid!

Cas. My leg is cut in two.

Iago.

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 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?

Iago. Even he, sir; did you know him?

Gra.

Know him? ay.

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!

the chair:

Iago. He, he, 'tis he:-O, that's well said; ;[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, mis

tress?

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!
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?

As

Bian. He supp'd at my house; but I therefore

shake not.

Iago. O, did he so? I charge you, go with me. Emil. Fie, fie upon thee, strumpet!

Bian. I am no strumpet; but of life as honest, you that thus abuse me.

Emil.

As I? foh! fie upon thee!

Iago. Kind gentlemen, let's go see poor

dress'd:

Cassio

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 me quite.

[Exeunt.

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