Cas.
What, ho! no watch? no passage? murther, murther!

Gra.
'Tis some mischance; the voice is very direful.

Cas.
Oh help!

Lod.
Hark!

Rod.
Oh wretched villain!

Lod.
Two or three groans. It is a heavy night;
These may be counterfeits: let's think't unsafe
To come into the cry, without more help.

Rod.
No body come? then shall I bleed to death. Enter Iago, in his shirt, with a Light and Sword.

Lod.
Hark—

Gra.
Here's one comes in his shirt with light and weapons.

Iago.
Who's there? whose noise is this, that cries out murther?

Lod.
We do not know.

Iago.
Do not you hear a cry?

Cas.
Here, here: for heav'n'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? oh I'm spoil'd, undone by villains!
Give me some help.

Iago.
Oh me, lieutenant! what villains have done this?

Cas.
I think, that one of them is hereabout;
And cannot make away.

Iago.
Oh treacherous villains!
What are you there? come in, and give some help. [To Lod. and Gra.

Rod.
Oh, help me there.

Cas.
That's one of them.

Iago.
Oh murth'rous slave! oh villain! [Iago stabs him.

Rod.
Oh damn'd Iago! oh inhuman dog!

Iago.
Kill men i'th' dark? where be these bloody thieves?
How silent is this town? ho, murther! murther!
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?

Iago.
How is't, brother?

Cas.
My leg is cut in two.

Iago.
Marry, heav'n forbid!
Light, gentlemen, I'll bind it with my shirt.

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