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 ! THE HE voice of Caffio,-Iago keeps his word. Oth. It is even fo. ! 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. Gra. This is Othello's Ancient, as I take it. 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. 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! Patience a while, good Caffio; come, come: Iago. Even he, Sir: did you know him? 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, Emil. 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: Exeunt, lago following. 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! It is the caufe.Yet I'll not fhed ber Blood,.. [Lays down the Sword. Yet fhe muft die; elfe fhe'll betray more men. Should I repent: but once put out thy light, [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; Def. Who's there? Othello? Oth. Ay, Defdemona. Def. Will you come to bed, my lord?, Oth. If you bethink yourself of any crime Unrecon |