Iag.
Here, stand behind this † bulk ^note; 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 ^note,
And fix most firm ^note thy resolution.

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

Iag.
Here, at thy hand; be bold ^note, and take thy stand. ^note [retires to a little Distance.

Rod.
I have no great devotion to the deed ^note;
And yet he has ^note given me satisfying reasons:—
'Tis but a man gone: forth, my † sword; he dies. [going to his Stand.

Iag.
I have rub'd14Q1519 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 gold, and jewels, that I bob'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:
No, he must die:—But so ^note, I hear him coming. Enter Cassio.

Rod.
I know his gait, 'tis he;—Villain, thou dy'st. [starting from his Post, and making a Pass at him.

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

Rod.
O, I am slain! [falling. Iago issues from behind; makes a Blow at Cassio; and Exit.

Cas.
I am maim'd ^note for ever:—[falling too.] Light, ho! murther! murther! Enter Othello, at a Distance.

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 fate hies ^note apace; strumpet ^note, I come:
Forth of ^note my heart those charms, thine eyes, are blotted;
Thy bed, lust-stain'd, shall with lust's blood be spotted. [Exit Othello. Enter, likewise at a Distance, Lodovico, and Gratiano.

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

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

Cas.
O, help!

Lod.
Hark!

Rod.
O wretched villain!

Lod.
Two or three groans;—it is a heavy ^note 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. Enter Iago, with a Light.

Lod.
Hark!

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

Iag.
Who's there? whose noise ^note is this, that cries out murther ^note?

Lod.
We do ^note not know.

Iag.
Do not ^note you hear a cry?

Cas.
Here, here; for heaven's ^note sake, help me.

Iag.
What's the matter? [going towards Cassio.

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

Lod.
The same, indeed; a very valiant fellow.

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

Cas.
Iago? O, I am spoil'd, undone by villains!
Give me some help.

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

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

Iag.
O treacherous villains!—
What are you there? come in, and give some help. [to Lod. and Gra.

Rod.
O, help me here ^note!

Cas.
That's one of them.

Iag.
O murd'rous slave! o villain! [Iago sets down his Light; makes towards Roderigo in the dark, and stabs him.

Rod.
O damn'd Iago! o inhuman dog!—O, o, o!

Iag.
Kill men i'the dark!—Where be these ^note bloody thieves?— [counterfeiting a Search.
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.

Iag.
Signior Lodovico?

Lod.
He, sir.

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

Gra.
Cassio!

Iag.
How is it ^note, brother?

Cas.
My leg is cut in two.

Iag.
Marry, heaven forbid!—
Light, gentlemen;—I'll bind it with my shirt. Enter Bianca, and Others, with Lights.

Bia.
What is the matter, ho? who is't that cry'd?

Iag.
Who is't that cry'd?

Bia.
O my dear Cassio! my sweet Cassio!
O Cassio, Cassio, Cassio!

Iag.
O notable strumpet!—Cassio, may you suspect
Who they should be, that have ^note thus mangl'd you?

Cas.
No.

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

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

Bia.
Alas, he faints:—O Cassio, Cassio, Cassio!

Iag.
Gentlemen all, I do suspect this trash
To be a party in ^note this injury ^note.—
Patience a while, good Cassio.—Come, come ^note; [rising from him.
Lend me a light.—Know we this face, or no? [viewing Roderigo.
Alas! my friend, and my dear countryman!

Roderigo ^note? no: Yes, sure; yes, 'tis ^note Roderigo.

Gra.
What ^note, of Venice?

Iag.
Even he, sir; Did you know him?

Gra.
Know him? ay.

Iag.
Signior Gratiano? I cry your gentle ^note pardon;
These bloody accidents must excuse my manners,
That so neglected you.

Gra.
I am glad to see you.

Iag.
How do you, Cassio?—O, a chair, a chair!

Gra.
Roderigo!

Iag.
He, he, 'tis ^note he:—[Enter Some with a Chair.] O, that's well said; the chair ^note:
Some good man bear him carefully from hence;
I'll fetch the general's surgeon.—For you, mistress,
Save you your labour.—He that lies slain here, Cassio,
Was my dear friend; What malice was between ^note you?

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

Iag.
What, look you pale?—O, bear him out o'the air.— [Cassio is born off; and the Body of Rod.
Stay you, good gentlemen ^note:—look you pale, mistress?—
Do you perceive the gastness of ^note her eye?—
Nay, if you stare, we shall hear more ^note 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.

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

Iag.
Cassio has here ^note been set on in the dark,
By Roderigo, and fellows that are 'scap'd;
He's almost slain, and Roderigo dead ^note.

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

Iag.
This is the fruit of ^note whoring.—Pr'ythee, Emilia ^note,
Go know of Cassio where he supt to-night:—
What, do you shake at that?

Bia.
He supt at my house; but I therefore shake not.

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

Emi.
O, fie ^note upon thee, strumpet!

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

Emi.
As I? foh! ^note fie ^note upon thee!

Iag.
Kind gentlemen, let's go see poor Cassio drest:—
Come, mistress, you must tell's another tale.—
Emilia, run you to the citadel,
And tell my lord and lady what has hap'd ^note.—
Will you go on afore?—This ^note is the night,
That either makes ^note me, or foredoes me quite. [Exeunt.

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