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.

O, I am slain! [lago 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. O, villain that I am! Oth.

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

Oth. 'Tis he; 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:-Strumpet, I come:

I Forth of my heart those charms, thine eyes, are

blotted; Thy bed, lust-stain'd, shall with lust's blood be spotted.

[Erit Othello.

Enter Lodovico and Gratiano, at a distance. Cas. What, ho! no watch? no passage? mur

der! murder! Gra. 'Tis some mischance; the cry is very dire.

Cas. 0, help!
Lod.

Hark!
Rod.

O wretched villain! Lod. Two or three groans;—it is a heavy night: 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.

Did

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

and weapons. Iago. Who's there? whose noise is this, that

cries on murder? Lod. We do not know. Iago.

you not hear a cry? Cas. Here, here; for beaven'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! ( 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? 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?

How is it, brother?
Cas. My leg is cut in two.
Iago.

Marry, heaven forbid ! Light, gentlemen; I'll bind it with my shirt.

Iago.

Enter Bianca.

Bian. What is the matter, ho? who is't that

cry’d? Iago. 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 sus

pect Who they should be, that have thus mangled you?

Cas. No.
Gru. I am sorry, to find you thus: I have been

to seek you.

Iago. Lend me a garter:-50.-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;–0 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?- O, bear him out o'the air.

[Cassio and Rod. are borne off. Stay you, good gentlemen:-Look you pale, mis

tress?
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 Emilia.

Emil. 'Las, what's the matter; what's the mat

ter, husband ? Iago. Cassio hath here been set on in the dark, 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 not. Iago. O, did he so? I charge you, go with me. Emil. Fie, fie upon thee, strumpet!

Bian. I am no strumpet; but of life as honest, As you that thus abuse me. Emil.

As I? foh! fie 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.

[Exeunt.