Here, stand behind this bulk; 3083straight will he come.

5.1.23084Wear thy good rapier bare, and put it home.

5.1.33085Quick, quick, fear nothing; I'll be at thy elbow.

5.1.43086It makes us or it mars us; think on that,

5.1.53087And fix most firm thy resolution.

Be near at hand; I may miscarry in't.

Here, at thy hand. Be bold, and take thy stand.

I have no great devotion to the deed,

5.1.93091And yet he hath given me satisfying reasons.

5.1.103092'Tis but a man gone. [Drawing his sword] Forth my sword: he dies!

[Aside] I have rubbed this young quat almost to the sense,

5.1.123094And he grows angry. Now, whether he kill Cassio,

5.1.133095Or Cassio him, or each do kill the other,

5.1.143096Every way makes my gain. Live Roderigo,

5.1.153097He calls me to a restitution large

5.1.163098Of gold and jewels that I bobbed from him

5.1.173099As gifts to Desdemona.

5.1.183100It must not be! If Cassio do remain,

5.1.193101He hath a daily beauty in his life

5.1.203102That makes me ugly; and besides, the Moor

5.1.213103May unfold me to him; there stand I in much peril.

5.1.223104No, he must die. But so--I hear him coming.

I know his gate, 'tis he. Villain, thou diest!

That thrust had been mine enemy indeed,

5.1.263108But that my coat is better than thou know'st.

5.1.273109 [Drawing his sword] I will make proof of thine.

[Drawing his sword] I will make proof of thine. Oh, I am slain!

I am maimed forever! 3112Help, ho! Murder, murder!

[Aside] The voice of Cassio. Iago keeps his word.

Oh, villain that I am!

Oh, villain that I am! [Aside] It is even so.

Oh, help ho! Light! A surgeon!

[Aside] 'Tis he. O brave Iago, honest and just,

5.1.343119That hast such noble sense of thy friend's wrong,

5.1.353120Thou teachest me. Minion, your dear lies dead,

5.1.363121And your unblest fate hies. Strumpet, I come.

5.1.373122Forth of my heart those charms, thine eyes, are blotted.

5.1.383123Thy bed, lust-stained, shall with lust's blood be spotted.

What ho! No watch? No passage? 3127Murder, murder!

'Tis some mischance; the voice is very direful.

Oh, help!

Hark!

O wretched villain!

Two or three groan. 'Tis heavy night.

5.1.473133These may be counterfeits; let's think't unsafe

5.1.483134To come into the cry without more help.

Nobody come? Then shall I bleed to death.

Hark!

Here's one comes in his shirt, with light and 3139weapons.

Who's there? 3141Whose noise is this that cries on murder?

We do not know.

We do not know. Do not you hear a cry?

Here, here! For heaven sake, help me!

Here, here! For heaven sake, help me! What's the matter?

This is Othello's ancient, as I take it.

The same indeed, a very valiant fellow.

What are you here that cry so grievously?

Iago? Oh, I am spoiled, undone by villains.

5.1.603150Give me some help.

Oh, me, lieutenant! 3152What villains have done this?

I think that one of them is hereabout

5.1.633154And cannot make away.

And cannot make away. O treacherous villains!

5.1.643156[To Lodovico and Gratiano] What are you there? Come in and give some help.

Oh, help me there!

Oh, help me there! That's one of them.

O murd'rous slave! O villain!

O damned Iago! O inhuman dog!

Kill men i'th'dark? 3162Where be these bloody thieves?

5.1.693163How silent is this town? Ho, murder, murder!

5.1.703164What may you be? Are you of good or evil?

As you shall prove us, praise us.

Signor Lodovico?

He, sir.

I cry you mercy--here's Cassio hurt by villains.

Cassio?

How is't brother?

My leg is cut in two.

Marry, heaven forbid--3173Light, gentlemen!

5.1.79I'll bind it with my shirt.

What is the matter, ho? Who is't that cried?

Who is't that cried?

Who is't that cried? O my dear Cassio,

5.1.833178My sweet Cassio--O Cassio, Cassio, Cassio!

O notable strumpet. Cassio, may you suspect

5.1.853180Who they should be that have thus mangled you?

No.

I am sorry to find you thus;

5.1.883183I have been to seek you.

I have been to seek you. Lend me a garter. So--

5.1.89O for a chair 3185to bear him easily hence!

Alas, he faints. O Cassio, Cassio, Cassio!

Gentlemen all, I do suspect this trash

5.1.923188To be a party in this injury.

5.1.933189Patience awhile, good Cassio. Come, come,

5.1.943190Lend me a light. Know we this face or no?

5.1.953191Alas, my friend and my dear countryman

5.1.963192Roderigo? No--Yes, sure! O heaven, Roderigo!

What, of Venice?

Even he, sir. Did you know him?

Know him? Ay.

Signor Gratiano? I cry your gentle pardon.

5.1.1013197These bloody accidents must excuse my manners

5.1.1023198That so neglected you.

I am glad to see you.

How do you, Cassio?--Oh, a chair, a chair!

Roderigo?

He, he, 'tis he.

He, he, 'tis he. 3203Oh, that's well said, the chair.

5.1.1073204Some good man bear him carefully from hence;

5.1.1083205I'll fetch the general's surgeon. For you, mistress,

5.1.1093206Save you your labor. He that lies slain here, Cassio,

5.1.1103207Was my dear friend. What malice was between you?

None in the world; nor do I know the man.

[To Bianca] What? Look you pale? [To attendants] Oh, bear him out o'th'air.

5.1.1133210[To Lodovico and Gratiano] Stay you, good gentlemen. [To Bianca] Look you pale, mistress?

5.1.1143211[To Lodovico and Gratiano] Do you perceive the gastness of her eye?

5.1.1153212Nay, if you stare, we shall hear more anon.

5.1.1163213Behold her well. I pray you, look upon her.

5.1.1173214Do you see, gentlemen? Nay, guiltiness will speak

5.1.1183215Though tongues were out of use.

Alas, what is the matter? 3217What is the matter, husband?

Cassio hath here been set on in the dark

5.1.1213219By Roderigo and fellows that are scaped;

5.1.1223220He's almost slain, and Roderigo quite dead.

Alas, good gentleman! Alas, good Cassio!

This is the fruits of whoring. Prithee, Emilia,

5.1.1253223Go know of Cassio where he supped tonight.

5.1.1263224What, do you shake at that?

He supped at my house, but I therefore shake not.

Oh, did he so? I charge you go with me.

O fie upon thee, strumpet!

I am no strumpet, but of life as honest

5.1.1313229As you that thus abuse me.

As you that thus abuse me. As I? Fie upon thee!

Kind gentlemen, 3232let's go see poor Cassio dressed.

5.1.1333233Come, mistress, you must tell's another tale.

5.1.1343234Emilia, run you to the citadel

5.1.1353235And tell my lord and lady what hath happed.

5.1.1363236Will you go on afore? [Aside] This is the night

5.1.1373237That either makes me or fordoes me quite.