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OTHELLO,
[Act V.
Thy bed, lust-stain’d, shall with lust’s blood bespotted. ^Exit Othello.
Enter Lodovico and Gratiano, at a distance.
Cas. What, ho! no watch ? no passage ? mur-der ! murder!
Gra. ’Tis some mischance; the cry is verydireful.
Cas. O help!
Lad. Hark!
Rod. O wretched villain !
Lod. Two or three groans;—it is a heavy night:These may be counterfeits; let’s think’t unsafeTo come in to the cry, without more help.
Rod. No body comes, then shall I bleed todeath.
Lod. Hark!
Gra. Here’s one comes in his shirt with lightand weapons.
Iago . Who’s there ? whose noise is this, thatcries 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 havedone 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 somehelp. [[To Lodovico and Gratiano.
Rod. O, help me here!
Cas. That’s one of them.
Iago . O murderous slave ! O villain !
S^Iago stabs Roderigo.Rod. O damn’d Iago ! O inhuman dog !—
0! O! O!
Iago . Kill men i’the dark !—Where be thesebloody 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.
Lod. He, sir.
Iago . I cry you mercy: Here’s Cassio hurtBy villains.
Gra. Cassio?
Cas. My leg is cut in two.
Light, gentlemen; I’ll bind it with my shirt.
Enter Bianca.
Rian. What is the matter, ho ? who is’t thatcry’d ?
Rian. O my dear Cassio! my sweet Cassio !0 Cassio ! Cassio! Cassio !
Iago . O notable strumpet!—Cassio, may yoususpect
Who they should be, that have thusmanglcd you?Cas. No.
Gra. I am sorry to find you thus: I ha7e beento seek you.
Iago . Lend me a garter: So.—O, for a chair,To bear him easily hence!
Rian. Alas, he faints:—0 Cassio ! Cassio!Cassio!
Iago . Gentlemen all, I do suspect this trashTo 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! 0 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 par.don;
These bloody accidents must excuse mymanners,That so neglected you.
Gra. I am glad to see you.
Iago . How do you, Cassio ?—O, a chair, achair !
Gra. Roderigo!
Iago . He, he, ’tis he:—O, that’s well said;—the chair :— chair brought in.
Some good man bear him carefully from hence;I’ll fetch the general’s surgeon.—For you, mis-tress, QTb Bianca.
Save you your labour.—He that lies slain here,Cassio,
Was my dear friend: What malice was betweenyou ?
Cas. None in the world; nor do I know theman.
Iago . QTo Bianca /] What, look you pale?—O, bear him out o’ the air.—
|j 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.
Enter Emilia.
Emil. ’Las, what’s the matter? what’s thematter, 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 ?