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Lod. The same, indeed ; a very valiant fellow.
Cas. Iago ? O, I am spoil'd, undone by villains !
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 murtherous slave! O villain !
[Iago stabs RODERIGO. ROD. O damp'd Iago ! O inhuman dog ! Iago. Kill men i' the dark !— Where be these bloody
thieves ? -
LOD. As you shall prove us, praise us.
Signior Lodovico ?
Marry, heaven forbid ! Light, gentlemen ; I 'll bind it with my shirt.
Bian. What is the matter, hoa ? who is 't that cried ? Iago. Who is 't that cried ?
Bian. O my dear Cassio ! my sweet Cassio ! O Cassio ! Cassio ! Cassio !
Iago. O notable strumpet !Cassio, may you suspect
Iago. Lend me a garter : So.--0, for a chair, To bear him easily bence !
BIAN. Alas, he faints :-0 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! GRA. Roderigo ! IAGO. He, he, 't is 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 BIANCA.] What, look you pale ?-0 bear him o' the air.
[CAssIo and RODERIGO are borne off. Stay you, good gentlemen.—Look you pale, mistress ? Do you perceive the ghastness of her eye ?Nay, an you stir :-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 EMILIA. EMIL. Alas, what is the matter ? what is the matter, hus
band ? Iago. Cassio hath here been set on in the dark, By Roderigo, and fellows that are scap'd ;
He's almost slain, and Roderigo quite dead.
EMIL. Alas, good gentleman ! alas, good Cassio !
Iago. This is the fruits of whoring.–Prithee, Emilia,
Bian. He supp'd at my house ; but I therefore shake not.
Bian. I am no strumpet; but of life as honest
As I ? fie upon thee !
[Aside. That either makes me or fordoes me quite.
SCENE II.-A Bedchamber : 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 !It is the cause.—Yet I 'll not shed her blood ; Nor scar that whiter skin of hers than snow, And smooth as monumental alabaster. [Takes off his sword. Yet she must die, else she 'll betray more men. Put out the light, and then-Put out the light ? If I quench thee, thou flaming minister ! I can again thy former light restore, Should I repent me :—but once put out thy light, Thou cunning'st pattern of excelling nature, I know not where is that Promethean heat That can thy light relume. When I have pluck'd thy rose, I cannot give it vital growth again, It needs must wither :-I'll smell thee on the tree.
[Kissing her. O balmy breath, that doth almost persuade Justice to break her sword !-One more, one more.
Be thus when thou art dead, and I will kill thee,
DES. Who's there? Othello ?
Ay, my lord.
DES. Alack, my lord, what may you mean by that?
OTH. Well, do it, and be brief ; I will walk by :
DES. Talk you of killing ?
Ay, I do.
Amen, with all my heart !
DES. And yet I fear you; for you are fatal then,
OTH. Think on thy sins.
They are loves I bear to you.
DES. That death 's unnatural that kills for loving.--
Peace, and be still !
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.
Sweet soul, take heed,
DES. Ay, but not yet to die.
DES. O, heaven have mercy on me!
amen. DES. And have you mercy too !--I never did Offend
in my life ; never lov'd Cassio, But with such general warranty of heaven As I might love : I never gave him token.
OTH. By heaven, I saw my handkerchief in 's hand:
He found it then;
He hath confess'd.
No, his mouth is stopp'd; Honest Iago hath ta'en order for 't.
DES. O, my fear interprets,—What, is he dead ?
Orh. Had all his hairs been lives, my great revenge Had stomach for them all.
DES. Alas! he is betray'd, and I undone.