Iago. O murderous slave! O villain! [IAGO stabs RODERIGO. Rod. O damn'd Iago! O inhuman dog!— O! O! O! Iago. Kill men i'the dark !-Where be these bloody thieves? How silent is this town!-Ho! murder! murder! What may you be? are you of good, or evil? Iago. Signior Lodovico? Lod. He, sir. Iago. I cry you mercy; Here's Cassio hurt By villains. Gra. Cassio? Iago. How is it, brother? Cas. My leg is cut in two. Iago. Marry, heaven forbid !— Light, gentlemen; I'll bind it with my shirt. Enter BIANCA. Bian. What is the matter, ho? who is't that cry'd? Iago. Who is't that cry'd? Bian. O my dear Cassio! my sweet Cassio! O Cassio! Cassio! Cassio! Iago. O notable strumpet !—Cassio, may you suspect Who they should be, that have thus mangled you? Cas. No. Gra. I am sorry, to find you thus: I have been to seek you. Iago. Lend me a garter: So.-O, for a chair, To bear him easily hence! Bian. Alas, he faints :-O Cassio! Cassio! Cassio! Iago. Gentlemen all, I do suspect this trash Patience a while, good Cassio.-Come, come; Iago. Even he, sir; did you know him? Gra. Know him? ay. Iago. Signior Gratiano? I cry you gentle pardon; These bloody accidents must excuse my manners, That so neglected you. Gra. I am glad to see you. Iago. How do you, Cassio?-O, a chair, a chair! Iago. He, he, 'tis he :---O, that's well said ;---the chair:-- [A chair brought in. Some good man bear him carefully from hence; I'll fetch the general's surgeon.---For you, mistress, [TO BIANCA. Save you your labour.---He that lies slain here, Cassio, Nay, if Enter EMILIA. Emil. 'Las, what's the matter? what's the matter, husband? Iago. Cassio hath here been set on in the dark, Emil. Alas, good gentleman! alas, good Cassio! As Bian. He supp'd at my house; but I therefore shake not. Iago. O, did he so? I charge you, go with me. Bian. I am no strumpet; but of life as honest, Emil. As I foh! fye upon thee! Iago. Kind gentlemen, let's go see poor Cassio dress'd: Come, mistress, you must tell us another tale. Emilia, run you to the citadel, And tell my lord and lady what has happ'd.- Will you go on, I pray?—This is the night, [Aside. That either makes me, or fordoes me quite. [Exeunt. SCENE II-A Bed-chamber: DESDEMONA in bed asleep. A light burning. Enter OTHELLO. Oth. It is the cause, it is the cause, my soul, Let me not name it to you, you chaste stars!- [Takes off his sword. Yet she must die, else she'll betray more men. rose, I cannot give it vital growth again, It needs must wither:-I'll smell it on the tree.— [Kissing her. O balmy breath, that dost almost persuade Des. Who's there? Othello? Oth. Ay, Desdemona. Des. Will you come to bed, my lord? Oth. Have you pray'd to-night, Desdemona ? Oth. If you bethink yourself of any crime, Solicit for it straight. Des. Alas, my lord, what may you mean by that? No,-Heaven forefend!-I would not kill thy soul. Oth. Ay, I do. Des. Then, heaven Have mercy on me! Oth. Amen, with all my heart! Des. If you say so, I hope you will not kill me. Des. And yet I fear you; for you are fatal then, When your eyes roll so: Why I should fear, I know not, Since guiltiness I know not; but yet, I feel, I fear. Oth. Think on thy sins. Des. They are loves I bear to you. Oth. Ay, and for that thou diest. Des. That death's unnatural, that kills for loving. Alas, why gnaw you so your nether lip? Some bloody passion shakes your very frame: These are portents; but yet, I hope, I hope, They do not point on me. Oth. Peace, and be still! Des. I will so: What's the matter? Oth. That handkerchief, which I so lov'd, and gave thee, Thou gav'st to Cassio. Des. No, by my life and soul; Send for the man, and ask him. Oth. Sweet soul, take heed, |