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But that my coat is better than thou think'st;
I will make proof of thine.

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[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!

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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.
lago.

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?
Lod. As you shall prove us, praise us.

Iago.

Signior Lodovico?

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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?

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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,

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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?

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.

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