SCENE I. Cyprus. A Street.
[Enter Iago and Roderigo.]
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,
And fix most firm thy resolution.
Be near at hand; I may miscarry in't.
Here, at thy hand: be bold, and take thy stand.
[Retires to a little distance.]
I have no great devotion to the deed;
And yet he hath given me satisfying reasons: —
'Tis but a man gone. — Forth, my sword; he dies.
[Goes to his stand.]
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,
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
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.
I know his gait; 'tis he. — Villain, thou diest!
[Rushes out, and makes a pass at Cassio.]
That thrust had been mine enemy indeed,
But that my coat is better than thou know'st:
I will make proof of thine.
[Draws, and wounds Roderigo.]
O, I am slain!
[Iago rushes from his post, cuts Cassio behind in the leg, and
I am maim'd forever. — Help, ho! murder! murder!
[Enter Othello at a distance.]
The voice of Cassio: Iago keeps his word.
O, villain that I am!
It is even so.
O, help, ho! light! a surgeon!
'Tis he: — O brave Iago, honest and just,
That hast such noble sense of thy friend's wrong!
Thou teachest me, — minion, your dear lies dead,
And your unbless'd 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.
[Enter Lodovico and Gratiano at a distance.]
What, ho! no watch? no passage? murder! murder!
'Tis some mischance; the cry is very direful.
O wretched villain!
Two or three groan: — it is a heavy night:
These may be counterfeits: let's think't unsafe
To come in to the cry without more help.
Nobody come? then shall I bleed to death.
[Re-enter Iago, with a light.]
Here's one comes in his shirt, with light and weapons.
Who's there? whose noise is this that cries on murder?
We do not know.
Did not you hear a cry?
Here, here! for heaven's sake, help me!
What's the matter?
This is Othello's ancient, as I take it.
The same indeed; a very valiant fellow.
What are you here that cry so grievously?
Iago? O, I am spoil'd, undone by villains!
Give me some help.
O me, lieutenant! what villains have done this?
I think that one of them is hereabout,
And cannot make away.
O treacherous villains! —
[To Lodovico and Gratiano.] What are you there?
Come in and give some help.
O, help me here!
That's one of them.
O murderous slave! O villain!
O damn'd Iago! O inhuman dog!
Kill men i' the dark! — Where be these bloody thieves? —
How silent is this town! — Ho! murder! murder! —
What may you be? are you of good or evil?
As you shall prove us, praise us.
I cry you mercy. Here's Cassio hurt by villains.