To come in to the cry, without more help. Enter Iago, with a light. Lod. Hark! Gra. Here's one comes in his shirt, with light and weapons. Jago. Who's there? whose noise is this, that cries on murder? Lod. We do not know. lago. Did you not hear a cry? Cas. Here, here; for heaven's sake, help me. lago. 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? O, I am spoil'd, undone by villains! Give me some help. Iago. O me, lieutenant! what villains have done this? Cas. I think, that one of them is hereabout, And cannot make away. Iago. What are you there? come in, and give some help. O treacherous villains!→→→ [To Lodovico and Gratiano O murderous slave! O villain, [lago stabs Roderigo. Rod. O, help me here! Cas. That's one of them. Iago. Rod. O daran'd Iago! O inhuman dog!O! O! O! Iago. Kil men i'the dark;-Where be these bloody thieves? How silent is this town!-Ho! murder! murder! Iago. Lod. He, sir. Iago. VOL. VIII. Signior Lodovico? I cry you mercy; Here's Cassio hurt 2 F Iago. How is it, brother? Iago. Marry, heaven forbid !- Cas. My leg is cut in two. Light, gentlemen; I'll bind it with my shirt, Enter Bianca. Bian. What is the matter, ho? who, is't that cried? Iago. Who is't that cried? Bian. O my dear Cassio! my sweet Cassio! O Cassio! Cassio! Cassio! Iago. 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. Iago. Lend me a garter: So.-O, for a chair, To bear him easily hence! Bian. Alas, he faints:-O Cassio! Cassio! Cassio! Iago. Gentlemen all, I do suspect this trash To be a party in this injury.— Patience a while, good Cassio.-Come, come; Iago. Even he, sir; did you know him? Gra. Iago. Signior Gratiano? I cry you 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! lago. He, he, 'tis he :-O, that's well said;-the chair:[A chair brought in. Some good man bear him carefully from hence; I'll fetch the general's surgeon.-For you, mistress, [To Bianca. Save you your labour. He that lies slain here, Cassio, Was my dear friend: What malice was between you? Cas. None in the world; nor do I know the man. lago. [To Bian.] What, look you pale?—O, bear him out o'the air. [Cassio and Rod. are borne off. Stay you, good gentlemen:-Look you pale, mis tress? Do you perceive the ghastness of her eye?— Enter Emilia. Emil. 'Las, what's the matter; what's the matter, husband? Iago. Cassio hath here been set on in the dark, By Roderigo, and fellows that are 'scap'd; He's almost slain, and Roderigo dead." Emil. Alas, good gentleman! alas, good Cassio! Iago. This is the fruit of whoring.-Pr'ythee, Emilia, Go know of Cassio where he supp'd to-night:What, do you shake at that? Bian. He supp'd at my house; but I therefore shake not. Iago. O, did he so? I charge you, go with me. Emil. Fie, fie upon thee, strumpet! Bian. I am no strumpet; but of life as honest, As you 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. [Exe. SCENE II-A bed-chamber: Desdemona in bed asleep. A light burning. Enter Othello. Oth. It is the cause, it is the cause, my soul,Let me not name it to you, you chaste stars!It is the cause.-Yet I'll not shed her blood; Nor scar that whiter skin of hers than snow, And smooth as monumental alabaster. [Takes off his sword. Yet she must die, else she'll betray more men. Put out the light, and then put out the light :2 If I quench thee, thou flaming minister, I can again thy former light restore, Should I repent me :-but once put out thine, Thou cunning'st pattern of excelling nature, I know not where is that Promethean heat, That can thy light relume. When I have pluck'd thy rose, I cannot give it vital growth again, It needs must wither:-I'll smell it on the tree. [Kissing her. O balmy breath, that dost almost persuade But they are cruel tears: This sorrow's heavenly; Des. Who's there? Othello? (1) Undoes (2) i. e. The light of life. Oth. Ay, Desdemona. Des. Will you come to bed, my lord? Oth. Have you pray'd to-night, Desdemona ? 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: I would not kill thy unprepared spirit; No,-Heaven forfend!-I would not kill thy soul Des. Talk you of killing? Oth. Des. Have mercy on me! Oth. Ay, I do. Then, heaven Amen, with all my heart! Des. If you say so, I hope you will not kill me. Oth. Humph! D's. 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. They are loves I bear to you. Oth. Ay, and for that thou diest. Des. That death's unnatural, that kills for loving. Alas, why gnaw you so your nether lip? Some bloody passion shakes your very frame: They do not point on me. Oth. Peace, and be still. Des. I will so: What's the matter? Oth. That handkerchief, which I so lov'd, and gave thee, Thou gav'st to Cassio. Des. No, by my life and soul; Send for the man, and ask him. (1) Forbid. |