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Caf. That Thruft had been mine enemy indeed, But that my coat is better than thou know'ft: I will make proof of thine.

Oth.

[Fight. Iago cuts Caffio behind in the Leg, and exit. [Then Rodorigo and Caffio fall.

Rod. Oh, I am flain.

Caf. I'm maim'd for ever; help, hoa! murder, murder !

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HE voice of Caffio,-Iago keeps his word.
Rod. Oh, villain that I am

Oth. It is even fo.

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Caf. Oh, help, oh light! a furgeon!

Oth. 'Tis he! oh brave Iago, honeft and juft, That haft fuch noble sense of thy friend's wrong; Thou teacheft me-Minion, your Dear lies dead; And your fate hyes apace.Strumpet, I come: From off my heart, thofe charms, thine eyes, are

blotted:

Thy bed, luft-ftain'd, shall with luft's blood be

Spotted.

SCENE.

Exit Othello.

III.

Enter Lodovico and Gratiano, at a distance.

Caf. WHAT, ho! no watch? no paffage ? mur

der, murder !

Gra. 'Tis fome mischance; the voice is very direCaf. Oh help!

Lod. Hark!

Rod. Oh wretched villain!

[ful.

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

Rod. No body come? then shall I bleed to death.

Enter

Enter Iago, in his fhirt, with a Light and Sword.

Lod. Hark

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

weapons.

Iago. Who's there? whofe noife is this, that cries out murder?

Lod. We do not know.

Iago. Do not you hear a cry?

Caf. Here, here: for heav'n's fake, help me.
Iago. What's the matter?

Gra. This is Othello's Ancient, as I take it.
Lod. The fame, indeed, a very valiant fellow.
Iago. What are you here, that cry so grievously?
Caf. Iago? oh I'm spoil'd, undone by villains!
Give me fome help.

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

Caf. 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.

Rod. Oh, help me there.

Caf. That's one of them.

To Lod. and Gra.

Iago. Oh murd'rous flave! oh villain!

[Iago ftabs him. Rod. Oh damn'd Iago! oh inhuman dog!

Iago. Kill men i'th' dark? where be these bloody

thieves?

How filent is this town? ho, murder! murder!

What may you be? are you

of good or evil?

Lod. As you fhall prove us, praise us.

Iago. Signior Lodovico?

Lod. He, Sir.

Iago. I cry you mercy? here's Caffio, hurt by vil

lains.

Gra. Caffio?

logo. How is't, brother?

Caf. My leg is cut in two.
Iago. Marry, heav'n forbid !

Light, gentlemen, I'll bind it with my fhirt.

SCENE

Bian.

WHA

Enter Bianca.

IV.

HAT is the matter, hoa, who is't that cry'd?

Iago. Who is't that cry'd?

Bian. Oh my dear Caffio,

My fweet Caffio, oh Caffio, Caffio, Caffio!

Iago. O notable ftrumpet! Caffio, you may fufpe& Who they should be, that haye thus mangled you? Caf. No.

Gra. I'm forry to find you

I have been to feek you.

thus:

Iago. Lend me a garter. So-Oh for a chair To bear him eafily hence.

Bian. Alas, he faints. Oh Caffio, Caffio, Caffio!
Iago. Gentlemen all, I do fufpect this Trash
To be a party in this Injury.

Patience a while, good Caffio; come, come:
Lend me a Light: know we this face, or no?
Alas, my friend, and my dear countryman
Rodorigo? no: Yes, fure: yea, 'tis Rodorigo.
Gra. What, of Venice?

Iago. Even he, Sir: did you know him?
Gra. Know him? ah!

Iago. Signior Gratiano? I cry your gentle pardon: These bloody accidents muft excufe my manners, That fo neglected you.

Gra. I am glad to see you.

Iago. How do you, Caffio? oh, a chair, a chair. Gra, Rodorigo?

Iago. He, he, 'tis he: oh, that's well faid, the chair. Some good man bear him carefully from hence;

I'll fetch the General's furgeon. For you, mistress,
Save you your labour. He that lies flain here, Caffio,
Was my dear friend. What malice was between you?
Caf. None in the world; nor do I know the man.
Iago. What, look you pale?-oh, bear him out
o th air.
Stay you, good gentlemen. Look you pale, mistress?
Do you perceive the gaftnefs of her eye? [To Bian.
Nay, if you ftare, we shall hear more anon.
Behold her well; I pray you, look upon her;
Do you fee, gentlemen? nay, guiltinefs
Will speak, though tongues were out of use.

Emil.

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Iago. Caffio hath there been fet on in the dark By Rodorigo, and fellows that hath 'fcap'd: He's almoft flain, and Rodorigo dead, u

Emil. Alas, good gentleman! alas, good Caffio! Iago. This is the fruit of whoring-Pray, Emilia, Go know of Caffio where he fupt to-night. What,, do you shake at that?

[not.

Bian. He fupt at my houfe, but I therefore fhake Iago. Ho, did he fo? I charge you go with me. Emil, Oh fie upon, the, trumpet!

Bian. I am no ftrumpet, but of life as honeft As you that thus abufe me,

Emil. As I? fie upon thee!

Iago. Kind gentlemen, let's fee poor Caffio dreft. Come, miflrefs, you muft tell's another tale. Emilia, run you to the citadel,

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, lago following.
SCENE

SCENE VI.

A Bed-chamber: Defdemona is discovered asleep in her Bed.

Enter Othello, with a Light and a Sword.

T is the cause, it is the cause, my foul;

Oth. Let me not name it to you, you chafte Stars!
I

It is the caufe.Yet I'll not fhed ber Blood,..
Nor fcar that whiter skin of hers than fnow,,
And smooth as monumental alabaster :

[Lays down the Sword.

Yet fhe muft die; elfe fhe'll betray more men.
Put out the light, and then-Put out the light?
If I quench thee, thou flaming minifter,
I can again thy former light reftore,

Should I repent: but once put out thy light,
Thou cunning'ft pattern of excelling nature,
I know not where is that Promethian heat.
That can thy light re-lumine.
When I have pluck'd thy rofe,
I cannot give it vital growth again;
It needs must wither-

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[Sets down the taper.

I'll fmell thee on the tree s

[Kiffing her, Oh balmy breath, that doft almoft perfuadet Juftice to break her sword '-One more; one more; Be thus when thou art dead, and I will kill thee, And love thee after.- -One more, that's the laft So fweet, was ne'er fo fatal! I must weep,

But they are cruel tears: this Sorrow's heav'nly;
It ftrikes, where it doth love.
She wakes

Def. Who's there? Othello?

Oth. Ay, Defdemona.

Def. Will you come to bed, my lord?,
Oth. Have you pray'd to-night, Desdemona ?
Def. Ay, my Lord.

Oth. If you bethink yourself of any crime

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