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Desires for sport? and frailty,

sport? and frailty, as men have ? Then, let them use us well : else, let them know, The ills we do, their ills instruct us to. Des. Good night, good night: Heaven me such usage

send, Not to pick bad from bad; but, by bad, mend! [Exeunt.

ACT V.

SCENE I. -A Street.

Enter Iago and RODERIGO.

Iago. Here, stand behind this bulk; straight will he

come:
Wear thy good rapier bare, and put it home;
Quick, quick; fear nothing; I'll be at thy elbow:
It makes us, or it mars us; think on that,
And fix most firm thy resolution.

Rod. Be near at hand; I may miscarry in't.
Iago. Here, at thy hand; be bold, and take thy sword.

[Retires to a little distance. Rod. I have no great devotion to the deed; And yet he has given me satisfying reasons :'Tis but a man gone :-forth, my sword; he dies.

[Goes to his stand. Iago. I have rubb’d this young quat 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 Roderigo,
He calls me to a restitution large
Of gold, and jewels, that I bobb'd from him,"
As gifts to Desdemona;
y I have rubb’d this young quat almost to the sense,

And he grows angry. ] This is a passage much controverted amoug the editors. A quat in the midland counties is a pimple, which by rubbing is made to smart, or is rubbed to sense. Roderigo is ca a quat by the same mode of speech, as a low fellow is now termed in low language a scab. To rub to the sense, is to rub to the quick.-Johnson.

bobb’d from him,] i. e. Foold him out of. A bob formerly signified a mock, or jeer. ---Malone.

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It must not be : if Cassio do remain,
He hath a daily beauty in his life,
That makes me ugly; and, besides, the Moor
May unfold me to him ; there stand I in much peril:
No, he must die :-But so, I hear him coming.

Enter Cassio.
Rod. I know his gait, 'tis he ;-Villain, thou diest.

[Rushes from his post, and makes a pass at

CASSIO.
Cas. That thrust had been mine enemy indeed,
But that my coat is better than thou think'st;
I will make proof of thine.

[Draws, and wounds RODERIGO. Rod.

0, I am slain ! [Iago rushes from his post, cuts Cassio behind

in the leg, and exit. Cas. I am maim'd for ever :-Help, ho! murder! murder!

[Falls. Enter OTHELLO, at a distance. Oth. The voice of Cassio :-Iago keeps his word. Rod. 0, villain that I am! Oth.

Hark! 'tis even so. Cas. 0, help! ho! light! a surgeon!

Oth. 'Tis he ;-0 brave Iago, honest, and just, That hast such noble sense of thy friend's wrong! Thou teachest me,--Minion, your dear lies dead, And your fate hies apace Strompet, I come: Forth of my heart those charms, thine eyes, are blotted; Thy bed, lust-stain'd, 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!
Gra. "Tis some mischance; the cry is

is very direful. in the leg,] Iago maims Cassio in the leg, in consequence of what he had just beard him say, from which he supposed that his body was defended by some secret armour.-Malone. • Forth]_signifies both out and from.

-- no passage?] No passengers? nobody going by?--JoAnsox.

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Cas. O help!
Lod.

Hark!
Rod.

Q wretched villain!
Lod. Two or three groans ;-it is a heavy night :d
These may be counterfeits : let's think’t unsafe
To come in to the cry, without more help.
Rod. No body come? then shall I bleed to death.

Enter Iago, with a Light.
Lod. Hark!
Gra. Here's one comes in his shirt, with light and wea-

pons. Iago. Who's there? whose noise is this, that cries one

murder?
Lod. We do not know.
Iago.

Did you not hear a cry? ?
Cas. Here, here ; for heaven's sake, help me.
Iago.

What's the matter?
Gra. This is Othello's ancient, as I take it.
Lod. The same, indeed ; a very valiant fellow.
Iago. What are you here, that cry so grievously?

Cas. Iago ? O, I am spoil'd, undone by villains ! Give me some help.

Iago. O me, lieutenant! what villains have done this?

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 Lodovico and GRATIANO. Rod. O, help me here! Cas. That's one of them. 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 ?

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- u heavy night:) A thick cloudy night, in which an ambush may be commodiously laid.-JOHNSON.

cries on -- ] i.e. Continually cries ; the second folio reads, cries ont.

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.

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 ? layo. 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-0, for a chair, To bear him easily hence !

Bian. Alas, he faints :-O Cassio! Cassio! Cassio!

Iago. Gentlemen all, I do suspect this trash
To be a party in this injury.-
Patience a while, good Cassio.-Come, come;
Lend me a light.-Know we this face, or no?
Alas! my friend, and my dear countryman,
Roderigo? no:—Yes, sure; O heaven! Roderigo

Gra. What, of Venice?
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 ?-0, a chair, a chair !

Gra. Roderigo!
Iago. He, he, 'tis he:--0, 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, Was my dear friend: What malice was between you?

Cas. None in the world; nor do I know the man.
Iago. [to Bian.] What, look you pale?-0 bear him out

o'the air. [Cassio and Rod. are borne off
Stay you, good gentlemen.-Look you pale, mistress?
Do you perceive the gastness of her eye?
Nay, if you stare, we shall hear more anon:-
Behold her well; I pray you, look upon her;
Do you see, gentlemen ? nay, guiltiness will speak,
Though tongues were out of use.

Enter EMILJA. Emil. ’Las, what's the matter; what's the matter, hus

Iago. Cassio hath here been set on in the dark, [band ? By Roderigo, and fellows that are scap'd; He's almost slain, and Roderigo dead.

Emil. Alas, good gentleman! alas, good Cassio!

Iago. This is the fruit of whoring.–Pr’ythee, Emilia, Go know of Cassio where he supp'd to-night:What, do you shake at that?

Bian. He supp'd at my house; but I therefore shake Iago. O, did he so? I charge you, go with me. [not. Emil. Fye, fye upon thee, strumpet !

Bian. I am no strumpet; but of life as honest, As you

that thus abuse me. 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. [Ereunt.

- foredoes—,] i. e. Undoes, ruins.

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