3082Iago. Heere, stand behinde this Barke,

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,

3087And fixe most firme thy Resolution.

3088Rod. Be neere at hand, I may miscarry in't.

3089Iago. Heere, at thy hand: Be bold, & take thy stand.

3090Rod. I haue no great deuotion to the deed,

3091And yet he hath giuen me satisfying Reasons:

3092'Tis but a man gone. Forth my Sword: he dies.

3093Iago. I haue rub'd this yong Quat almost to the sense,

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.

3100It must not be: If Cassio do remaine,

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:

3104No, he must dye. But so, I heard him comming.

3106Rod. I know his gate, 'tis he: Villaine thou dyest.

3107Cas. That thrust had beene mine enemy indeed,

3108But that my Coate is better then thou know'st:

3109I will make proofe of thine.

3110Rod. Oh, I am slaine.

3111Cassio. I am maym'd for euer:

3112Helpe hoa: Murther, murther.

3114Oth. The voyce of Cassio, Iago keepes his word.

3115Rod. O Villaine that I am.

3116Oth. It is euen so.

3117Cas. Oh helpe hoa: Light, a Surgeon.

3118Oth. 'Tis he: O braue Iago, honest, and iust,

3119That hast such Noble sense of thy Friends wrong,

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.

3123Thy Bed lust-stain'd, shall with Lusts blood bee spotted.

3126Cas. What hoa? no Watch? No passage?

3127Murther, Murther.

3128Gra. 'Tis some mischance, the voyce is very direfull.

3129Cas. Oh helpe.

3130Lodo. Hearke.

3131Rod. Oh wretched Villaine.

3132Lod. Two or three groane. 'Tis heauy night;

3133These may be counterfeits: Let's think't vnsafe

3134To come into the cry, without more helpe.

3135Rod. Nobody come: then shall I bleed to death.

3137Lod. Hearke.

3138Gra. Here's one comes in his shirt, with Light, and

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?

3144Cas. Heere, heere: for heauen sake helpe me.

3145Iago. What's the matter?

3146Gra. This is Othello's Ancient, as I take it.

3147Lodo. The same indeede, a very valiant Fellow.

3148Iago. What are you heere, that cry so greeuously?

3149Cas. Iago? Oh I am spoyl'd, vndone by Villaines:

3150Giue me some helpe.

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?

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