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3080Actus Quintus. Scena Prima.
3081Enter Iago, and Rodorigo.
3083Straight will he come:
3084Weare thy good Rapier bare, and put it home:
3085Quicke, quicke, feare nothing; Ile be at thy Elbow,
3086It makes vs, or it marres vs, thinke on that,
3090Rod. I haue no great deuotion to the deed,
3092'Tis but a man gone. Forth my Sword: he dies.
3094And he growes angry. Now, whether he kill Cassio,
3095Or Cassio him, or each do kill the other,
3096Euery way makes my gaine. Liue Rodorigo,
3097He calles me to a restitution large
3098Of Gold, and Iewels, that I bob'd from him,
3099As Guifts to Desdemona.
3101He hath a dayly beauty in his life,
3102That makes me vgly: and besides, the Moore
3103May vnfold me to him: there stand I in much perill:
3105Enter Cassio.
3108But that my Coate is better then thou know'st:
3109I will make proofe of thine.
3111Cassio. I am maym'd for euer:
3112Helpe hoa: Murther, murther.
3113Enter Othello.
3115Rod. O Villaine that I am.
3117Cas. Oh helpe hoa: Light, a Surgeon.
3120Thou teachest me. Minion, your deere lyes dead,
3121And your vnblest Fate highes: Strumpet I come:
3122For of my heart, those Charmes thine Eyes, are blotted.
3124 Exit Othello.
3125Enter Lodouico and Gratiano.
3127Murther, Murther.
3129Cas. Oh helpe.
3130Lodo. Hearke.
3131Rod. Oh wretched Villaine.
3132Lod. Two or three groane. 'Tis heauy night;
3134To come into the cry, without more helpe.
3136Enter Iago.
3137Lod. Hearke.
3139Weapons.
3140Iago. Who's there?
3141Who's noyse is this that cries on murther?
3142Lodo. We do not know.
3143Iago. Do not you heare a cry?
3145Iago. What's the matter?
3151Iago. O mee, Lieutenant!
3152What Villaines haue done this?
3153Cas. I thinke that one of them is heereabout.
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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?
3166Iago. Signior Lodouico?
3167Lod. He Sir.
3170Iago. How is't Brother?
3171Cas. My Legge is cut in two.
3172Iago. Marry heauen forbid:
3173Light Gentlemen, Ile binde it with my shirt.
3174Enter Bianca.
3175Bian. What is the matter hoa? Who is't that cry'd?
3176Iago. Who is't that cry'd?
3180Who they should be, that haue thus mangled you?
3181Cas. No.
3183I haue beene to seeke you.
3184Iago. Lend me a Garter. So: ---Oh for a Chaire
3185To beare him easily hence.
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:
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,
3207Was my deere friend. What malice was between you?
3208Cas. None in the world: nor do I know the man?
3210Stay you good Gentlemen. Looke you pale, Mistris?
3213Behold her well: I pray you looke vpon her:
3215Though tongues were out of vse.
3216AEmil. Alas, what is the matter?
3217What is the matter, Husband?
3219By Rodorigo, and Fellowes that are scap'd:
3224What, do you shake at that?
3229As you that thus abuse me.
3230AEmil. As I? Fie vpon thee.
3231Iago. Kinde Gentlemen:
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