Othello

Othello

ACT V SCENE I	Cyprus. A street.
	Enter IAGO and RODERIGO
IAGO	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,	5
	And fix most firm thy resolution.
RODERIGO	Be near at hand; I may miscarry in't.
IAGO	Here, at thy hand: be bold, and take thy stand.
	Retires
RODERIGO	I have no great devotion to the deed;
	And yet he hath given me satisfying reasons:	10
	'Tis but a man gone. Forth, my sword: he dies.
IAGO	I have rubb'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 Roderigo,	15
	He calls me to a restitution large
	Of gold and jewels that I bobb'd from him,
	As gifts to Desdemona;
	It must not be: if Cassio do remain,
	He hath a daily beauty in his life	20
	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.
	Enter CASSIO
RODERIGO	I know his gait, 'tis he.--Villain, thou diest!
	Makes a pass at CASSIO
CASSIO	That thrust had been mine enemy indeed,	25
	But that my coat is better than thou know'st
	I will make proof of thine.
	Draws, and wounds RODERIGO
RODERIGO	O, I am slain!
	IAGO from behind wounds CASSIO in the leg, and exit
CASSIO	I am maim'd for ever. Help, ho! murder! murder!
	Falls
	Enter OTHELLO
OTHELLO	The voice of Cassio: Iago keeps his word.	30
RODERIGO	O, villain that I am!
OTHELLO	It is even so.
CASSIO	O, help, ho! light! a surgeon!
OTHELLO	'Tis he:--O brave Iago, honest and just,
	That hast such noble sense of thy friend's wrong!	35
	Thou teachest me. Minion, your dear lies dead,
	And your unblest fate hies: strumpet, I come.
	Forth of my heart those charms, thine eyes, are blotted;
	Thy bed, lust-stain'd, shall with lust's blood be spotted.
	Exit
	Enter LODOVICO and GRATIANO
CASSIO	What, ho! no watch? no passage? murder! murder!	40
GRATIANO	'Tis some mischance; the cry is very direful.
CASSIO	O, help!
LODOVICO	Hark!
RODERIGO	O wretched villain!
LODOVICO	Two or three groan: it is a heavy night:	45
	These may be counterfeits: let's think't unsafe
	To come in to the cry without more help.
RODERIGO	Nobody come? then shall I bleed to death.
LODOVICO	Hark!
	Re-enter IAGO, with a light
GRATIANO	Here's one comes in his shirt, with light and weapons.	50
IAGO	Who's there? whose noise is this that ones on murder?
LODOVICO	We do not know.
IAGO	Did not you hear a cry?
CASSIO	Here, here! for heaven's sake, help me!
IAGO	What's the matter?	55
GRATIANO	This is Othello's ancient, as I take it.
LODOVICO	The same indeed; a very valiant fellow.
IAGO	What are you here that cry so grievously?
CASSIO	Iago? O, I am spoil'd, undone by villains!
	Give me some help.	60
IAGO	O me, lieutenant! what villains have done this?
CASSIO	I think that one of them is hereabout,
	And cannot make away.
IAGO	O treacherous villains!
	What are you there? come in, and give some help.	65
	To LODOVICO and GRATIANO
RODERIGO	O, help me here!
CASSIO	That's one of them.
IAGO	O murderous slave! O villain!
	Stabs RODERIGO
RODERIGO	O damn'd Iago! O inhuman dog!
IAGO	Kill men i' the dark!--Where be these bloody thieves?--	70
	How silent is this town!--Ho! murder! murder!--
	What may you be? are you of good or evil?
LODOVICO	As you shall prove us, praise us.
IAGO	Signior Lodovico?
LODOVICO	He, sir.	75
IAGO	I cry you mercy. Here's Cassio hurt by villains.
GRATIANO	Cassio!
IAGO	How is't, brother!
CASSIO	My leg is cut in two.
IAGO	Marry, heaven forbid!	80
	Light, gentlemen; I'll bind it with my shirt.
	Enter BIANCA
BIANCA	What is the matter, ho? who is't that cried?
IAGO	Who is't that cried!
BIANCA	O my dear Cassio! my sweet Cassio! O Cassio,
	Cassio, Cassio!	85
IAGO	O notable strumpet! Cassio, may you suspect
	Who they should be that have thus many led you?
CASSIO	No.
GRATIANO	I am to find you thus: I have been to seek you.
IAGO	Lend me a garter. So. O, for a chair,	90
	To bear him easily hence!
BIANCA	Alas, he faints! O Cassio, Cassio, Cassio!
IAGO	Gentlemen all, I do suspect this trash
	To be a party in this injury.
	Patience awhile, good Cassio. Come, come;	95
	Lend me a light. Know we this face or no?
	Alas my friend and my dear countryman
	Roderigo! no:--yes, sure: O heaven! Roderigo.
GRATIANO	What, of Venice?
IAGO	Even he, sir; did you know him?	100
GRATIANO	Know him! ay.
IAGO	Signior Gratiano? I cry you gentle pardon;
	These bloody accidents must excuse my manners,
	That so neglected you.
GRATIANO	I am glad to see you.	105
IAGO	How do you, Cassio? O, a chair, a chair!
GRATIANO	Roderigo!
IAGO	He, he 'tis he.
	A chair brought in
	O, that's well said; the chair!
GRATIANO	Some good man bear him carefully from hence;	110
	I'll fetch the general's surgeon.
	To BIANCA
	For you, mistress,
	Save you your labour. He that lies slain
	here, Cassio,
	Was my dear friend: what malice was between you?	115
CASSIO	None in the world; nor do I know the man.
IAGO	To BIANCA
	o' the air.
	CASSIO and RODERIGO are borne off
	Stay you, good gentlemen. Look you pale, mistress?
	Do you perceive the gastness of her eye?
	Nay, if you stare, we shall hear more anon.	120
	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
EMILIA	'Las, what's the matter? what's the matter, husband?
IAGO	Cassio hath here been set on in the dark	125
	By Roderigo and fellows that are scaped:
	He's almost slain, and Roderigo dead.
EMILIA	Alas, good gentleman! alas, good Cassio!
IAGO	This is the fruit of whoring. Prithee, Emilia,
	Go know of Cassio where he supp'd to-night.	130
	To BIANCA
	What, do you shake at that?
BIANCA	He supp'd at my house; but I therefore shake not.
IAGO	O, did he so? I charge you, go with me.
EMILIA	Fie, fie upon thee, strumpet!
BIANCA	I am no strumpet; but of life as honest	135
	As you that thus abuse me.
EMILIA	As I! foh! fie upon thee!
IAGO	Kind gentlemen, let's go see poor Cassio dress'd.
	Come, mistress, you must tell's another tale.
	Emilia run you to the citadel,	140
	And tell my lord and lady what hath happ'd.
	Will you go on? I pray.
	Aside
	This is the night
	That either makes me or fordoes me quite.
	Exeunt