Iago.
Here, stand behind this bulk ^note; straight will he come: ^note
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 ^note that,
And fix most ^note firm thy resolution.

Rod.
Be near at hand; I may miscarry in't.

Iago.
Here, at thy hand ^note: be bold ^note, and take thy stand ^note. [Retires. ^note

Rod.
I have no great devotion to the deed ^note;
And ^note yet he hath ^note given me satisfying reasons: ^note
'Tis but a man gone. Forth, my sword: he dies.

Iago.
I have ^note rubb'd ^note this young quat ^note almost to the sense,
And he grows angry. Now, whether ^note he kill Cassio,
Or Cassio him, or each do kill the other,

Every way makes my gain ^note: live Roderigo,
He calls me to a restitution large
Of ^note gold and jewels that I bobb'd from him,
As gifts to Desdemona:
It must not be: if Cassio do remain,
He hath ^note a daily beauty in his life
That makes me ugly; and besides, the Moor
May unfold me to him; there stand I in much ^note peril: ^note
No, he must die. Be 't so. ^note I hear ^note him coming. Enter Cassio.

Rod.
I know his gait ^note; 'tis he. Villain, thou diest! [Makes a pass at Cassio. ^note

Cas.
That thrust had been mine ^note enemy indeed,
But that my coat is better than thou know'st ^note:
I will make proof of thine. [Draws ^note, and wounds Roderigo.

Rod.
O, I am slain! [Iago from behind wounds Cassio in the leg, and exit. ^note

Cas.
I am ^note maim'd ^note for ever. Help ^note, ho! murder! murder! ^{note note} [Falls. ^note

^noteEnter Othello. ^note

Oth.
The voice of Cassio: Iago keeps his word.

Rod.
O, villain that I am!

Oth.
It is ^note even so.

Cas.
O, help, ho! light! a surgeon!

Oth.
'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: ^note strumpet, I come!
Forth of ^note my heart those charms, thine eyes, are ^note blotted;
Thy bed lust-stain'd ^note shall with lust's blood be spotted. [Exit. ^note Enter ^note Lodovico and Gratiano. ^note

Cas.
What, ho! no watch? no passage? murder! murder! ^note

Gra.
'Tis some mischance; the cry ^note is very direful.

Cas.
O, help!

Lod.
Hark!

Rod.
O wretched villain!

Lod.
Two or three groan ^note: it is a ^note heavy night:
These may be counterfeits: let's think 't unsafe
To come in to ^note the cry without more help.

Rod.
Nobody come? ^note then shall I bleed to death.

Lod.
Hark ^note!

Re-enter ^note Iago, with a light.

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

Iago.
Who's there? whose noise is this that cries on ^note murder? ^{note note}

Lod.
We ^note do not know.

Iago.
Did ^note not you hear a cry?

Cas.
Here, here! for heaven's ^note 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? ^note O, I am ^note spoil'd, undone by villains!
Give me some help.

Iago.
O, me, ^note lieutenant! what villains have done this? ^note

Cas.
I think that one ^note 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. ^note

Rod.
O, help me here ^note!

Cas.
That's one of them ^note.

Iago.
O murderous slave! O villain! [Stabs Roderigo. ^note

^note

Rod.
O damn'd Iago! O inhuman dog! ^{note note}

Iago.
Kill men ^note i' the dark! Where be these ^note bloody thieves? ^note
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? ^note

Lod.
He, sir.

Iago.
I cry you mercy. Here's Cassio hurt by villains.

Gra.
Cassio! ^note

Iago.
How is 't ^note, brother?

Cas.
My leg is cut in two.

Iago.
Marry, heaven forbid!
Light, gentlemen: I'll bind it with my shirt. ^noteEnter Bianca.

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

Iago.
Who is't that cried! ^note

Bian.
O my dear Cassio! my sweet Cassio! O Cassio,
Cassio, Cassio! ^{note note}

Iago.
O notable strumpet! Cassio, may you suspect
Who they should be that have thus ^note mangled you?

Cas.
No.

Gra.
I am sorry to find you thus: I have been to seek you. ^note

Iago.
Lend me a garter. So. O, for a chair,
To bear him easily hence! ^note

Bian.
Alas, he faints! O Cassio, Cassio, Cassio!

Iago.
Gentlemen all, I do suspect this trash
To be a party ^note in this injury ^note. ^note
Patience awhile, good Cassio. Come, come; ^{note note}
Lend me a light. Know we this face or no? ^note
Alas, my friend and my dear countryman
Roderigo? no:—yes, sure: O heaven! ^note Roderigo.

Gra.
What ^note, of Venice?

Iago.
Even he, sir: did you know him?

Gra.
Know him! ay ^note.

Iago.
Signior Gratiano? I cry you ^note 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? O, a chair, a chair!

Gra.
Roderigo! ^note

Iago.
He, he ^note, 'tis he. [A chair ^note brought in.] O, that's well said; the ^note chair: ^note
Some good man bear him carefully from hence;
I'll fetch the general's ^note surgeon. [To Bianca ^note] For you, mistress,
Save you your labour. He that lies slain here, Cassio, ^note
Was my dear friend: what malice was between ^note you?

Cas.
None in the world; nor do I know the man. ^note

Iago. [To Bian. ^note]
What, look you pale? O, bear him out o' the air. [Cassio ^note and Roderigo are borne off. ^note
Stay you, good gentlemen ^note. Look you pale, mistress?
Do you perceive the gastness ^note of her eye?
Nay, if you stare ^note, we shall hear ^note 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. ^{note note}Enter Emilia. ^note

Emil.
'Las, what's the matter? what's the matter, husband? ^note

Iago.
Cassio hath ^note here ^note been set on in the dark
By Roderigo, and fellows that are 'scaped:
He's almost slain, and Roderigo dead ^note.

Emil.
Alas, good gentleman! alas, good Cassio!

Iago.
This is the fruit ^note of whoring. Prithee ^note, Emilia,
Go know of Cassio where he supp'd to-night.
What, do you shake at that?

Bian.
He ^note supp'd at my house; but I therefore shake not.

Iago.
O, did he so? I charge you, go with me.

Emil.
Fie, fie ^note upon thee, strumpet!

Bian.
I am no strumpet; but of life as honest

As you that thus abuse me.

Emil.
As I! foh! ^note fie upon thee!

Iago.
Kind gentlemen, let's go ^note see poor Cassio dress'd. ^note
Come, mistress, you must tell's ^note another tale.
Emilia, run you ^note to the citadel,
And tell my lord and lady what hath ^note happ'd!
Will you go on? I pray. ^note [Aside ^note] This is the night
That either makes ^note me or fordoes me quite. [Exeunt. ^{note note}

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