3154And cannot make away.

3155Iago. Oh treacherous Villaines:

3156What are you there? Come in, and giue some helpe.

3157Rod. O helpe me there.

3158Cassio. That's one of them.

3159Iago. Oh murd'rous Slaue! O Villaine!

3160Rod. O damn'd Iago! O inhumane Dogge!

3161Iago. Kill men i'th'darke?

3162Where be these bloody Theeues?

3163How silent is this Towne? Hoa, murther, murther.

3164What may you be? Are you of good, or euill?

3165Lod. As you shall proue vs, praise vs.

3166Iago. Signior Lodouico?

3167Lod. He Sir.

3168Iago. I cry you mercy: here's Cassio hurt by Villaines.

3169Gra. Cassio?

3170Iago. How is't Brother?

3171Cas. My Legge is cut in two.

3172Iago. Marry heauen forbid:

3173Light Gentlemen, Ile binde it with my shirt.

3175Bian. What is the matter hoa? Who is't that cry'd?

3176Iago. Who is't that cry'd?

3177Bian. Oh my deere Cassio,

3178My sweet Cassio: Oh Cassio, Cassio, Cassio.

3179Iago. O notable Strumpet. Cassio, may you suspect

3180Who they should be, that haue thus mangled you?

3181Cas. No.

3182Gra. I am sorry to finde you thus;

3183I haue beene to seeke you.

3184Iago. Lend me a Garter. So: ---Oh for a Chaire

3185To beare him easily hence.

3186Bian. Alas he faints. Oh Cassio, Cassio, Cassio.

3187Iago. Gentlemen all, I do suspect this Trash

3188To be a party in this Iniurie.

3189Patience awhile, good Cassio. Come, come;

3190Lend me a Light: know we this face, or no?

3191Alas my Friend, and my deere Countryman

3192Rodorigo? No: Yes sure: Yes, 'tis Rodorigo.

3193Gra. What, of Venice?

3194Iago. Euen he Sir: Did you know him?

3195Gra. Know him? I.

3196Iago. Signior Gratiano? I cry your gentle pardon:

3197These bloody accidents must excuse my Manners,

3198That so neglected you.

3199Gra. I am glad to see you.

3200Iago. How do you Cassio? Oh, a Chaire, a Chaire.

3201Gra. Rodorigo?

3202Iago. He, he, 'tis he:

3203Oh that's well said, the Chaire.

3204Some good man beare him carefully from hence,

3205Ile fetch the Generall's Surgeon. For you Mistris,

3206Saue you your labour. He that lies slaine heere (Cassio)

3207Was my deere friend. What malice was between you?

3208Cas. None in the world: nor do I know the man?

3209Iago. What? looke you pale? Oh beare him o'th'Ayre.

3210Stay you good Gentlemen. Looke you pale, Mistris?

3211Do you perceiue the gastnesse of her eye?

3212Nay, if you stare, we shall heare more anon.

3213Behold her well: I pray you looke vpon her:

3214Do you see Gentlemen? Nay, guiltinesse will speake

3215Though tongues were out of vse.

3216AEmil. Alas, what is the matter?

3217What is the matter, Husband?

3218Iago. Cassio hath heere bin set on in the darke

3219By Rodorigo, and Fellowes that are scap'd:

3220He's almost slaine, and Rodorigo quite dead.

3221AEmil. Alas good Gentleman: alas good Cassio.

3222Iago. This is the fruits of whoring. Prythe AEmilia,

3223Go know of Cassio where he supt to night.

3224What, do you shake at that?

3225Bian. He supt at my house, but I therefore shake not.

3226Iago. O did he so? I charge you go with me.

3227AEmil. Oh fie vpon thee Strumpet.

3228Bian. I am no Strumpet, but of life as honest,

3229As you that thus abuse me.

3230AEmil. As I? Fie vpon thee.

3231Iago. Kinde Gentlemen:

3232Let's go see poore Cassio drest.

3233Come Mistris, you must tel's another Tale.

3234AEmilia, run you to the Cittadell,

3235And tell my Lord and Lady, what hath happ'd:

3236Will you go on afore? This is the night

3237That either makes me, or foredoes me quight. Exeunt

3240Oth. It is the Cause, it is the Cause (my Soule)

3241Let me not name it to you, you chaste Starres,

3242It is the Cause. Yet Ile not shed her blood,

3243Nor scarre that whiter skin of hers, then Snow,

3244And smooth as Monumentall Alablaster:

3245Yet she must dye, else shee'l betray more men:

3246Put out the Light, and then put out the Light:

3247If I quench thee, thou flaming Minister,

3248I can againe thy former light restore,

3249Should I repent me. But once put out thy Light,

3250Thou cunning'st Patterne of excelling Nature,

3251I know not where is that Promethaean heate

3252That can thy Light re-Lume.

3253When I haue pluck'd thy Rose,

3254I cannot giue it vitall growth againe,

3255It needs must wither. Ile smell thee on the Tree.

3256Oh Balmy breath, that dost almost perswade

3257Iustice to breake her Sword. One more, one more:

3258Be thus when thou art dead, and I will kill thee,

3259And loue thee after. One more, and that's the last.

3260So sweet, was ne're so fatall. I must weepe,

3261But they are cruell Teares: This sorrow's heauenly,

3262It strikes, where it doth loue. She wakes.

3263Des. Who's there? Othello?

3264Othel. I Desdemona.

3265Des. Will you come to bed, my Lord?

3266Oth. Haue you pray'd to night, Desdemon?

3267Des. I my Lord.

3268Oth. If you bethinke your selfe of any Crime

3269Vnreconcil'd as yet to Heauen, and Grace,

3270Solicite for it straight.

3271Des. Alacke, my Lord,

3272What may you meane by that?

3273Oth. Well, do it, and be breefe, I will walke by:

3274I would not kill thy vnprepared Spirit,

3275No, Heauens fore-fend) I would not kill thy Soule.

3276Des. Talke you of killing?

3277Oth. I, I do.

3278Des. Then Heauen haue mercy on mee.