Cyprus. A Street. | |
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Enter IAGO and RODERIGO. | |
| Iago. Here, stand behind this bulk; straight will he come: | |
| Wear thy good rapier bare, and put it home. | 4 |
| 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. | 8 |
| Iago. Here, at thy hand: be bold, and take thy stand. [Retires. | |
| 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. | 12 |
| 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, | 16 |
| 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, | 20 |
| 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. | 24 |
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Enter CASSIO. | |
| Rod. I know his gait; ’tis he. Villain, thou diest! [Makes a pass at CASSIO. | |
| Cas. That thrust had been mine enemy indeed | |
| But that my coat is better than thou know’st; | 28 |
| I will make proof of thine. [Draws, and wounds RODERIGO. | |
| Rod. O! I am slain. [IAGO from behind wounds CASSIO in the leg, and exit. | |
| Cas. I am maim’d for ever. Help, ho! murder! murder! [Falls. | |
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Enter OTHELLO, at a distance. | 32 |
| Oth. The voice of Cassio: Iago keeps his word. | |
| Rod. O! villain that I am! | |
| Oth. It is e’en so. | |
| Cas. O, help, ho! light! a surgeon! | 36 |
| 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 unblest fate hies; strumpet, I come! | 40 |
| Forth of my heart those charms, thine eyes, are blotted; | |
| Thy bed lust-stain’d shall with lust’s blood be spotted. [Exit. | |
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Enter LODOVICO and GRATIANO, at a distance. | |
| Cas. What ho! no watch? no passage? murder! murder! | 44 |
| Gra. ’Tis some mischance; the cry is very direful. | |
| Cas. O, help! | |
| Lod. Hark! | |
| Rod. O wretched villain! | 48 |
| Lod. Two or three groan: 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. | 52 |
| Lod. Hark! | |
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Re-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? | 56 |
| Lod. We do not know. | |
| Iago. Did not you hear a cry? | |
| Cas. Here, here! for heaven’s sake, help me. | |
| Iago. What’s the matter? | 60 |
| 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! | 64 |
| 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. | 68 |
| Iago. O treacherous villains! | |
| [To LODOVICO and GRATIANO.] What are you there? come in, and give some help. | |
| Rod. O! help me here. | |
| Cas. That’s one of them. | 72 |
| Iago. O murderous slave! O villain! [Stabs RODERIGO. | |
| Rod. O damn’d Iago! O inhuman dog! | |
| Iago. Kill men i’ the dark! Where be these bloody thieves? | |
| How silent is this town! Ho! murder! murder! | 76 |
| What may you be? are you of good or evil? | |
| Lod. As you shall prove us, praise us. | |
| Iago. Signior Lodovico? | |
| Lod. He, sir. | 80 |
| Iago. I cry you mercy. Here’s Cassio hurt by villains. | |
| Gra. Cassio! | |
| Iago. How is it, brother? | |
| Cas. My leg is cut in two. | 84 |
| Iago. Marry, heaven forbid, | |
| Light, gentlemen; I’ll bind it with my shirt. | |
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Enter BIANCA. | |
| Bian. What is the matter, ho? who is ’t that cried? | 88 |
| Iago. Who is ’t that cried! | |
| Bian. O my dear Cassio! my sweet Cassio! | |
| O Cassio, Cassio, Cassio! | |
| Iago. O notable strumpet! Cassio, may you suspect | 92 |
| 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, | 96 |
| 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. | 100 |
| Patience awhile, 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. | 104 |
| Gra. What! of Venice? | |
| Iago Even he, sir: did you know him? | |
| Gra. Know him! ay. | |
| Iago. Signior Gratiano? I cry you gentle pardon; | 108 |
| 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! | 112 |
| Gra. Roderigo! [A chair brought in. | |
| Iago. He, he, ’tis he.—O! that’s well said; the chair: | |
| Some good men bear him carefully from hence; | |
| I’ll fetch the general’s surgeon. [To BIANCA.] For you, mistress, | 116 |
| 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 BIANCA.] What! look you pale? O! bear him out o’ the air— [CASSIO and RODERIGO are borne off. | 120 |
| 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: | 124 |
| Do you see, gentlemen? nay, guiltiness will speak | |
| Though tongues were out of use. | |
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Enter EMILIA. | |
| Emil. ’Las! what’s the matter? what’s the matter, husband? | 128 |
| 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! | 132 |
| Iago. This is the fruit of whoring. Prithee, 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. | 136 |
| 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 | |
| As you that thus abuse me. | 140 |
| Emil. As I! foh! fie upon thee! | |
| Iago. Kind gentlemen, let’s go see poor Cassio dress’d. | |
| Come, mistress, you must tell’s another tale. | |
| Emilia, run you to the citadel, | 144 |
| And tell my lord and lady what hath happ’d. | |
| Will you go on afore? [Aside.] This is the night | |
| That either makes me or fordoes me quite. [Exeunt. | |
