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Act V, Scene 1
1Cyprus. A street.
2Enter Iago and Roderigo.
3IagoHere, 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.
4RoderigoBe near at hand; I may miscarry in’t.
5IagoHere, at thy hand: be bold, and take thy stand. Retires.
6RoderigoI have no great devotion to the deed;
And yet he hath given me satisfying reasons:
’Tis but a man gone. Forth, my sword: he dies.
7IagoI 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;
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.
8Enter Cassio.
9RoderigoI know his gait, ’tis he.—Villain, thou diest! Makes a pass at Cassio.
10CassioThat thrust had been mine enemy indeed,
But that my coat is better than thou know’st
I will make proof of thine. Draws, and wounds Roderigo.
11RoderigoO, I am slain! Iago from behind wounds Cassio in the leg, and exit.
12CassioI am maim’d for ever. Help, ho! murder! murder! Falls.
13Enter Othello.
14OthelloThe voice of Cassio: Iago keeps his word.
15RoderigoO, villain that I am!
16OthelloIt is even so.
17CassioO, help, ho! light! a surgeon!
18Othello’Tis he:—O 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 unblest fate hies: strumpet, 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.
19Enter Lodovico and Gratiano.
20CassioWhat, ho! no watch? no passage? murder! murder!
21Gratiano’Tis some mischance; the cry is very direful.
22CassioO, help!
23LodovicoHark!
24RoderigoO wretched villain!
25LodovicoTwo or three groan: it is a heavy night:
These may be counterfeits: let’s think’t unsafe
To come in to the cry without more help.
26RoderigoNobody come? then shall I bleed to death.
27LodovicoHark!
28Reenter Iago, with a light.
29GratianoHere’s one comes in his shirt, with light and weapons.
30IagoWho’s there? whose noise is this that ones on murder?
31LodovicoWe do not know.
32IagoDid not you hear a cry?
33CassioHere, here! for heaven’s sake, help me!
34IagoWhat’s the matter?
35GratianoThis is Othello’s ancient, as I take it.
36LodovicoThe same indeed; a very valiant fellow.
37IagoWhat are you here that cry so grievously?
38CassioIago? O, I am spoil’d, undone by villains!
Give me some help.
39IagoO me, lieutenant! what villains have done this?
40CassioI think that one of them is hereabout,
And cannot make away.
41IagoO treacherous villains!
What are you there? come in, and give some help. To Lodovico and Gratiano.
42RoderigoO, help me here!
43CassioThat’s one of them.
44IagoO murderous slave! O villain! Stabs Roderigo.
45RoderigoO damn’d Iago! O inhuman dog!
46IagoKill 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?
47LodovicoAs you shall prove us, praise us.
48IagoSignior Lodovico?
49LodovicoHe, sir.
50IagoI cry you mercy. Here’s Cassio hurt by villains.
51GratianoCassio!
52IagoHow is’t, brother!
53CassioMy leg is cut in two.
54IagoMarry, heaven forbid!
Light, gentlemen; I’ll bind it with my shirt.
55Enter Bianca.
56BiancaWhat is the matter, ho? who is’t that cried?
57IagoWho is’t that cried!
58BiancaO my dear Cassio! my sweet Cassio! O Cassio,
Cassio, Cassio!
59IagoO notable strumpet! Cassio, may you suspect
Who they should be that have thus many led you?
60CassioNo.
61GratianoI am to find you thus: I have been to seek you.
62IagoLend me a garter. So. O, for a chair,
To bear him easily hence!
63BiancaAlas, he faints! O Cassio, Cassio, Cassio!
64IagoGentlemen all, I do suspect this trash
To be a party in this injury.
Patience awhile, 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.
65GratianoWhat, of Venice?
66IagoEven he, sir; did you know him?
67GratianoKnow him! ay.
68IagoSignior Gratiano? I cry you gentle pardon;
These bloody accidents must excuse my manners,
That so neglected you.
69GratianoI am glad to see you.
70IagoHow do you, Cassio? O, a chair, a chair!
71GratianoRoderigo!
72IagoHe, he ’tis he. A chair brought in. O, that’s well said; the chair!
Some good man bear him carefully from hence;
I’ll fetch the general’s surgeon. To Bianca. For you, mistress,
Save you your labour. He that lies slain here, Cassio,
Was my dear friend: what malice was between you?
73CassioNone in the world; nor do I know the man.
74IagoTo Bianca. What, look you pale? O, bear him out o’ the air. Cassio and Roderigo 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.
75Enter Emilia.
76Emilia’Las, what’s the matter? what’s the matter, husband?
77IagoCassio hath here been set on in the dark
By Roderigo and fellows that are scaped:
He’s almost slain, and Roderigo dead.
78EmiliaAlas, good gentleman! alas, good Cassio!
79IagoThis is the fruit of whoring. Prithee, Emilia,
Go know of Cassio where he supp’d to-night.
To Bianca. What, do you shake at that?
80BiancaHe supp’d at my house; but I therefore shake not.
81IagoO, did he so? I charge you, go with me.
82EmiliaFie, fie upon thee, strumpet!
83BiancaI am no strumpet; but of life as honest
As you that thus abuse me.
84EmiliaAs I! foh! fie upon thee!
85IagoKind gentlemen, let’s go see poor Cassio dress’d.
Come, mistress, you must tell’s another tale.
Emilia run you to the citadel,
And tell my lord and lady what hath happ’d.
Will you go on? I pray. Aside. This is the night
That either makes me or fordoes me quite. Exeunt.