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V. SCENE I.
A Street before the Palace.
Enter Iago and Roderigo.
Rod. Be near at hand; I may miscarry in't.
stand. Rod. I have no great devotion to the deed, Yet he hath giv’n me facisfying reasons. 'Tis but a man gone. Forth, my sword. He dies,
[Stands apart. Iago. ' I've rubb'd this young Quat almost to the
sense, And he grows angry. Now, whether he kill Casio,
9 In some editions,
rub him out of all sense, but out I've rubb'd this young Gnat al- of life into the bargain. The old most to the fenje,
quartos have it, Quat: a word, And be grows angry.] The which, I confers, I am absolute
rubling a Gnat to jerse, is, I be. ly a stranger to. I have ventur'd lieve, an experiment that never to conjecture, even was communicated to the I've rubb'd this young Knot, c. Royal Society. The least frication, The Knat, or Knot, is a small on the contrary, would not only bird, plentiful with us, in Lin.
Or Casio him, or each to kill the other,
Rod. I know his gait; 'cis he.--Villain thou dieft.
[He runs at Caflio, and wounds him. Caf. That thrust had been mine enemy indeed, But that my coat is better than thou know'1t. I will make proof of thine. (Fight. Iago cuts Casio behind in the Leg, and exit.
[Then Roderigo and Caffio fall. Rod. Oh, I am slain. Caf. I'm maim'd for ever. Help, hoa! murder,
*colnbire and Lancashire; which called a Gudgeon: Mr. l'ptor
This is a passage much contro. is made to sinart, or is rubbes is verted among the editors. Sir Jense. Roderigo is called a Qzat T. Hanner reads Quab, a Gud- by the same mode of speech, as gron ; bot that a Gudgeon can be a low fellow is now termed in low rutbed to much Jenki, but that a language a Scab. To rub to the man grofly deceived is often fenje, is to rub to the quick.
Oth. The voice of Casio.--Iago keeps his word.
Oih. 'Tis he. Oh brave Iago, honest and just, That haft such noble sense of thy friend's wrong; Thou teachest me-Minion, your dear lies dead; And your fate hyes apace. Strumpet, I come: Forth of my heart, those charms, thine eyes, are
blotted, Thy bed, luft-stain’d, shall with lust's blood be spotted.
Lod. Two or three groans. It is ? a heavy night;
Rod. No body come ? then shall I bleed to death.
No passage ?-) No -a heavy night;] A thick passengers ? No body going clsudy night, in which an ambush by?
may be commodiously laid: Gg 2
Gra. Here one comes in his shirt with light and
Caf. Iago? oh I'm spoild, undone by villains!
Iago. O treacherous villains !
[To Lod. and Gra.
(Iago stabs bim. Rod. Oh damn'd lago! oh inhuman dog! Iago. Kill men i'thdark? Where be these bloody
Lod. As you shall prove us, praise us.
Iago. Marry, heaven forbid ! Light, gentlemen, I'll bind it with
Bian. What is the matter, hoa, who is't that cry'd ?
Bian. Oh my dear Caffio,
Tago. O notable strumpet! Cassio, may you suspect Who they should be, that have thus mangled you?
Gra. I'm sorry to find you I have been to seek you.
lago. Lend me a garlır. So-Ob for a chair To bear bim casily bence.
Bian. Alas, he faints. Oh Cassio, Casio, Casio !
lago. Gentlemen all, I do suspect this Trach,
Gra. What, of Venice?
lago. Signior Gratiano ? I cry your gentle pardon. Thele bloody accidents must excule my manners, That so neglected you.
Gra. I am glad to see you. Iago. How do you, Callio? Oh, a chair, a chair. Gra. Roderigo ? lago. He, he, 'tis he. Oh, that's well said. The chair.