GRATIANO.
Cassio!
IAGO.
How is't, brother?
CASSIO.
My leg is cut in two.
IAGO.
Marry, heaven forbid! —
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!
IAGO.
O notable strumpet! — Cassio, may you suspect
Who they should be that have thus mangled you?
CASSIO.
No.
GRATIANO.
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!
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;
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?
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.
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: —
Some good man bear him carefully from hence;
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?
CASSIO.
None in the world; nor do I know the man.
IAGO.
[To Bianca.] What, look you pale? — O, bear him out 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. —
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
By Roderigo, and fellows that are 'scap'd:
He's almost slain, and Roderigo dead.
EMILIA.
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?
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
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,
And tell my lord and lady what hath happ'd. —
Will you go on afore? [Aside.] This is the night
That either makes me or fordoes me quite.
[Exeunt.]
