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And he grows angry. Now, whether he kill Cassio,
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 Rod. Rod. O, I am slain! (Iago rushes from his post, cuts
Cassio behind in the leg, and exit. Cas.Iam maim'd forever:-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 ;-0 brave lago, 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 space :-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. Enter LODOVICO and GRATIANO, at a distance. Cas. What, ho! no watch? no passage? 9 murder! murder! Gra. 'Tis some mischance ; the cry is very direful. Cas. 0, help! Lod. Hark! Rod. O wretched villain !
Lod. Two or three groans ;-it is a heavy night :3 These may be counterfeits ; let's think’t unsafe To come in to the cry, without inore help.
Rod. No body come ? then shall I bleed to death. mode of speech, as a low fellow is now rermed in low language, a scab. T. rub to the sense, is to rub to the quick.  No passengers ? Nobody going by ?
JOHNSON (1) A thick cloudy night, in which an ambush may be laid. JOHNSON.
Enter Iago, with a light.
Cas. Iago? 0, 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,
Iago. O treacherous villains !
[To Lod. and Gra.
Rod. O damned Iago ! O inhuman dog !O! O! O! lago. Kill men i'the dark - Where be these bloody
Lod. As you shall prove us, praise us.
Iago. I cry you mercy; here's Cassio hurt
Enter BIANGA. Bian. What is the matter, ho ? who is't that cry'd ? lago. Who is't that cry'd ?
Bian. O my dear Cassiu ! iny sweet Cassio ! O Cassio ! Cassio ! Cassio ! 34
lago. O notable strumpet !-Cassio, may you suspect Who they should be, that have thus mangled you?
lago. Lend me a garter : So.-0, for a chair, To bear him easily hence !
Bian. Alas, he faints :-0 Cassio ! Cassio ! Cassio !
Iago. Gentlemen all, I do suspect this trash
Gra. What, of Venice?
Iago. Signior Gratiano ? I cry you gentle pardon;
Gra. I am glad to see you.
[A chair brought in.
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.borne off
Emil. Alas, good gentleman! alas, good Cassio !
Go know of Cassio where he supp'd to-night :-
Bian. He supp'd at myhouse; but I therefore shake not.
Bian. I am no strumpet ; but of life as honest,
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.
SCENE II. A Bedcham ber : DesdeMONA in bed asleep. A light burning: ,
Des. Who's there? Othello?
Oth. Have you pray'd to-night, Desdemona ?  See Illustrations, Vol. IX.
Des. Ay, my lord.
Oth. If you bethink yourself of any crime, Unreconcil'd as yet to heaven and grace, Solicit for it straight,
Des. Alas, my lord, what may you mean by that ?
Oth. Well, do it, and be brief; I will walk by :
Des. Talk you of killing?
Des. Then, heaven
Dih. Amon, with all my heart !
Des. And yet I fear you ; for you are fatal then, When your eyes roll so : Why I should fear, I know not; Since guiltiness I know not; but yet, I feel, I fear.
Oth. Think on thy sins,
Des. That death's unnatural, that kills for loving
Oih. Peace, and be still !
Oth.Thathandkerchief which I so lov'd, and gave thee, Thou gav'st to Cassio.
Des. No, by my life and soul ;
Oth. Sweet soul, take heed,
Des. Ay, but not yet to die.
Oth. Yes, presently :
Des. Then, Lord have mercy on me!