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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.
SCENE I. -A Street.
Enter Iago and RODERIGO.
Iago. Here, stand behind this bulk; straight will he
Rod. Be near at hand; I may miscarry in't.
[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
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.
It must not be : if Cassio do remain,
[Rushes from his post, and makes a pass at
[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.
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.
Cas. O help!
Q wretched villain!
Enter Iago, with a Light.
pons. Iago. Who's there? whose noise is this, that cries one
Did you not hear a cry? ?
What's the matter?
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,
O treacherous villains !
*[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
- 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!
Lod. As you shall prove us, praise us.
Signior Lodovico? Lod. He, sir.
Iago. I cry you mercy; Here's Cassio hurt
How is it, brother?
Marry, heaven forbid !
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?
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
Gra. What, of Venice?
Know him ? ay.
I am glad to see you. Iago. How do you, Cassio ?-0, a chair, a 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.
o'the air. [Cassio and Rod. are borne off
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.