How is't, brother?
My leg is cut in two.
Marry, heaven forbid! —
Light, gentlemen: — I'll bind it with my shirt.
What is the matter, ho? who is't that cried?
Who is't that cried!
O my dear Cassio, my sweet Cassio! O Cassio, Cassio, Cassio!
O notable strumpet! — Cassio, may you suspect
Who they should be that have thus mangled you?
I am sorry to find you thus: I have been to seek you.
Lend me a garter: — so. — O, for a chair,
To bear him easily hence!
Alas, he faints! — O Cassio, Cassio, Cassio!
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.
What, of Venice?
Even he, sir: did you know him?
Know him! ay.
Signior Gratiano? I cry you gentle pardon;
These bloody accidents must excuse my manners,
That so neglected you.
I am glad to see you.
How do you, Cassio? — O, a chair, a chair!
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?
None in the world; nor do I know the man.
[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.
'Las, what's the matter? what's the matter, husband?
Cassio hath here been set on in the dark
By Roderigo, and fellows that are 'scap'd:
He's almost slain, and Roderigo dead.
Alas, good gentleman! alas, good Cassio!
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?
He supp'd at my house; but I therefore shake not.
O, did he so? I charge you, go with me.
Fie, fie upon thee, strumpet!
I am no strumpet, but of life as honest
As you that thus abuse me.
As I! foh! fie upon thee!
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.