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Every way makes my gain.
my gain. Live Rodorigo,
[He runs at Cassio and wounds bim. Caf. That thrust had been mine enemy indeed, But that my coat is better than thou know'st : I will make proof of thine. Rod. Oh, I am Nain.
[Figbt, and both fall. Caf. I'm maim'd for ever; help, hoa! murther, murther!
[lago behind cuts Cassio on the leg, and Exii.
C Ε Ν Ε ́ II.
Oih. 'Tis he! oh brave lago, honest and juft,
[Exit Othello. с E N E III.
Enter Lodovico and Gratiano.
Gra, 'Tis some mischance, the voice is very direful.
Lod. Two or three groans. It is a heavy night ;
Rod. No body come? then shall I bleed to death.
Enter lago, in his pirt, with a Light and Sword. Lod. Hark.
[weapons Gra. Here's one comes in his shirt, with light and lago. Who's there? whose, noise is this that cries out Lod. We do not know,
Iago. Oh me, lieutenant ! what villains have done this?
Caf. I think that one of them is hereabout,
Iago. O treacherous villains!
Rod. Oh help me there.
Iago. Kill men i'ch'dark? where be these bloody thieves?
Lod. As you shall prove us, praise us.
Gra. Caffio ?
Enter Bianca. Bian. What is the matter, hoa ? who is't that cry'd? lago. Who is't that cry'd!
Bian. Oh my dear Callio,
Iago. Oh notable strumpet ! Caffio, may you suspect Who they should be, that have thus mangled you?
Gra. I am sorry to find you thus : I have been to seek you.
Iago. Lend me a garter. So-Oh for a chair, To bear him easily bence.
Bian. Alas, he faints.' Oh Caffo, Caffo, Cafo!
lago. Gentlemen all, I do suspect this trash
Gra. What, of Venice?
Iago. Signior Gratiano? I cry your gentle pardon;
Gra. I am glad to see you.
Iago. He, he, 'tis he: oh that's well said, the chair. Some good man bear him carefully from hence,
I'll fetch the General's surgeon. For you, mistress,
dear friend. What malice was between you? Cas. None in the world ; nor do I know the man.
Iago. What, 1ook you pale?-oh bear him out o'th'air. Stay you, good gentlemen. Look you pale, mistress ? Do you perceive the gastnefs of her eyes Nay, if you stare, we shall hear more anon. [To Bianca. Behold her well, I pray you look upon her, Do you see, gentlemen? nay, guiltine's Will speak, though tongues were out of use.
SC E N E V.
Iago. Casio hath here been set on in the dark
Æmil. Alas, good gentleman! alas, good Casio !
Iago. This is the fruit of whoring. Pray, Æmilia,
Bian. He supt at my house, but I therefore shake not.
Bian. I am no strumpet, but of life as honest
Æmil. As I? fie upon thee!
Iago. Kind gentlemen, let's see poor Caffio drest. Come, mistress, you must tell's another tale. Æmilia, run 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.
4 Nain here, Caffio,
S CE N E. VI: A Bed-Chamber : Desdemona is discovered aflers
in ber bed.
, my soul,
[Lays down the word
[Sets down the Candle, not putting it oa. When I have pluck d'the rose, I cannot give it vital growth again, It needs must wither I'll smell thee on the tree ;
[Kiffing bes. Oh balmy breath, that doft almost perswade Justice to break her sword. One more, one more ; Be thus when thou art dead, and I will kill thee, And love thee affer-One more, that's the last, So sweet, was ne'er fo fatal! I must weep, But they are cruel tears: this sorrow's heav'nly, It strikes, where it doth love She wakes
Def. Who's there? Othello?
Oib. Ay, Desdemona.
Oib. Have you pray'd co-night, Desdemona ?
5 Put out the light, and, then, put out the light.