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SCENE-a Street before the Palace.
Enter Iago and Rovorigo.
will he come :
Rod. Be near at hand, I may miscarry in't. Iago. Here at thy hand; be bold and take
thy sword. Rod. I have no great devotion to the deed, Yet he hath given me satisfying reasons ; 'Tis but a man gone. Forth, my sword ; he dies.
[Stands apart. Iago. I've rubbed this young knot 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 Rodorigo, He calls me to a restitution large Of gold and jewels, that I bob'd from him, As gifts to Desdemona. It must not be.--If Cassio do remain,
He hath a daily beauty in his life,
Enter Cassio. Rod. I know his gait; 'tis he: villain, thou diest.
[He runs at Cassio, and wounds him. Cas. That thrust had been mine enemy indeed, But that my coat is better than thou knowest. I will make proof of thine.
[Fight. Iago cuts Cassio behind in the Leg,
and exit. Then Rodorigo and Cassio fall. Rod. Oh, I am slain.
[murder ! (74) Cas. I'm mained for ever; help, hoa ! murder,
Enter Othello above at a Window. Oth. The voice of Cassio- Iago keeps his word. Rod. Oh, villain that I am! Oth. It is even so. Cas. Oh, help, ho! light ! a surgeon !-
Oth. 'Tis he! oh brave Iago, honest and just, . That hath such noble sense of thy friend's wrong; Thou teachest me~Minion, your dear lies dead ;
(74) I'm maimed for ever. Observe, in the moon, the extended left leg of Cassio, with a mark as of a large cut
And your fate hies apace.--Strumpet, I come: From off my heart, those charms, thine eyes, are
blotted : Thy bed, lust-stained, shall with lust's blood be spotted.
[Exit Othello. Enter LODOVICO and Gratiano, at a distance. Cas. What, ho! no watch? no passage? murder, murder!
[direful. (75) Gra. 'Tis some mischance; the voice is very Cas. Oh help! Lod. Hark! Rod. O wretched villain !
Lod. Two or three groans. It is a heavy night; These may be counterfeits: let's think’t unsafe To come into the cry, without more help.
Rod. No body come? then shall I bleed to death. Enter Iago, in his Shirt, with a Light and Sword. Lod. Hark
[and weapons. Gra. Here's one comes in his shirt with light lago. Who's there? whose noise is this, that Lod. We do not know. scries out murder ? Iago. Do not you hear a cry? Cas. Here, here: for Heaven's sake, help me. Iago. What's the matter?
(75) I take Gratiano to have the same prototype as Horatio in Hamlet, drawn in fig. 49.
Gra. This is Othello's Ancieni, as I take it. Lod. The same, indeed, a very valiant fellow Iago. What are you here, that cry so grievously?
Cas. Iago? oh I'm spoiled, undone by villains ! Give me some help.
done this? Iago. Oh me, lieutenant! what villains have
Cas. I think that one of them is hereabout; And cannot make away.
Iago. O treacherous villains ! What are you there? come in, and give some help.
[To Lod. and Gra. Rod. Oh, help me there. Cas. That's one of them. [Iago stabs him. Iayo. O murderous slave! oh villain ! Rod. Oh damned Iago! oh inhuman dog! Iago. Kill men i th’dark? where be these
bloody thieves ? How silent is this town! ho, murder! murder! What may you be? are you of good or evil?
Lod. As you shall prove us, praise us.
Iago. Marry, Heaven forbid !
suspect '. Who they should be that have thus mangled you:
Iago. Lend me a garter. So- Oh for a chair To bear him easily hence.
Bian. Alas, he faints. Oh Cassio, Cassio, Cassio!
Iago. Gentlemen all, I do suspect this trash
Iago. Signior Gratiano? I cry yourgentle pardon.