Jago.
Here, 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.

Rod.
Be near at Hand, I may miscarry in't.

Jago.
Here, at thy hand; behold, and take thy stand.

Rod.
I 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.

Jago.
I have rub'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 Rodorigo,
He calls me to a restitution large
Of Gold, and Jewels, that I bob'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. [Exit Jago. Enter Cassio.

Rod.
I know his Gate, 'tis he: Villain thou dyest. [He runs at Cassio, and wounds him.

Cas.
That thrust had been mine Enemy indeed,
But that my Coat is better than thou know'st:
I will make proof of thine.

Rod.
Oh, I am slain. [Fight, and both fall.

Cas.
I am maim'd for ever;
Help hoa! Murther, murther!

Enter Othello, above at a Window.

Oth.
The Voice of Cassio, Jago keeps his word.

Rod.
O Villain that I am!

Oth.
It is even so.

Cas.
Oh help ho! Light! A Surgeon!—

Oth.
'Tis he! O brave Jago, 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 highes. Strumpet I come:
For off my Heart, those Charms thine Eyes, are blotted.
Thy Bed lust-stain'd, shall with Lust's blood be spotted. [Exit Othello. Enter Lodovico, and Gratiano.

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 groan. 'Tis 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 Jago, in his Shirt.

Lod.

Hark.

Gra.

Here's one comes in his Shirt, with Light, and Weapons.

Jago.
Who's there?
Whose Noise is this that cries out Murther?

Lod.
We do not know.

Jago.
Do not you hear a Cry?

Cas.
Here, here: For Heav'n sake help me.

Jago.
What's the matter?

Gra.
This is Othello's Ancient, as I take it.

Lod.
The same indeed, a very valiant Fellow.

Jago.
What are you here, that cry so grievously?

Cas.
Jago? Oh I am spoil'd, undone by Villains?
Give me some Help.

Jago.
O me, Lieutenant!
What Villains have done this?

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

Jago.
Oh treacherous Villains!
What are you there? Come in, and give some help.

Rod.
O help me there.

Cas.
That's one of them.

Jago.
Oh murd'rous Slave! O Villain! [Jago stabs him.

Rod.
O damn'd Jago! O inhuman Dog!

Jago.

Kill Men i'th' dark? Where be these bloody Thieves?

Lod.
As you shall prove us, praise us.

Jago.
Signior Lodovico.

Lod.
He, Sir.

Jago.
I cry you mercy! here's Cassio hurt by Villains.

Gra.
Cassio?

Jago.
How is't, Brother?

Cas.
My Leg is cut in two.

Jago.
Marry Heav'n forbid:
Light Gentlemen, I'll bind it with my Shirt. Enter Bianca.

Bian.
What is the Matter hoa? Who is't that cry'd?

Jago.
Who is't that cry'd?

Bian.
Oh my dear Cassio,
My sweet Cassio: Oh Cassio, Cassio, Cassio.

Jago.
O notable Strumpet. Cassio, may you suspect
Who they should be, that have thus mangled you?

Cas.
No.

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

Jago.
Lend me a Garter. So—Oh for a Chair
To bear him easily hence.

Bian.
Alas he faints. Oh Cassio, Cassio, Cassio.

Jago.
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 Country-man
Rodorigo? No: Yes sure: Yea, 'tis Rodorigo.

Gra.
What, of Venice?

Jago.
Even he, Sir: did you know him?

Gra.
Know him? Ah!

Jago.
Signior Gratiano? I cry your gentle Pardon:
These bloody Accidents must excuse my Manners,
That so neglected you.

Gra.
I am glad to see you.

Jago.
How do you, Cassio? Oh a Chair, a Chair.

Gra.
Rodorigo?

Jago.
He, he, 'tis he: Oh that's well said, the Chair.
Some good Man bear him carefully from hence,
I'll fetch the General's Surgeon. For you, Mistress,
Save you your Labour. He that lyes slain here, Cassio,
Was my dear Friend. What Malice was between you?

Cas.
None in the World; nor do I know the Man.

Jago.
What look you pale? Oh bear him out o'th' Air.
Stay you good Gentlemen. Look you pale, Mistress?
Do you perceive the Gastness of her Eye? [To Bianca.
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 Æmilia.

Æmil.
Alas, what is the Matter?
What is the Matter, Husband?

Jago.
Cassio hath here been set on in the Dark
By Rodorigo, and Fellows that are 'scap'd:
He's almost slain, and Rodorigo quite dead.

Æmil.
Alas, good Gentleman! Alas, good Cassio!

Jago.
That is the fruits of whoring. Prithee Æmilia,
Go know of Cassio where he supt to Night.
What do you shake at that?

Bian.
He supt at my House, but I therefore shake not.

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

Æmil.
Oh fie upon thee, Strumpet.

Bian.
I am no Strumpet, but of Life as honest,
As you that thus abuse me.

Æmil.
As I? Fie upon thee.

Jago.
Kind Gentlemen: Let's go see poor Cassio drest.

Come Mistress, you must tell's another Tale.
Æmilia, run you to the Cittadel,
And tell my Lord and Lady, what hath hap'd:
Will you go on afore? This is the Night
That either makes me, or foredoes me quite. [Exeunt.

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