Then, let them use us well: else, let them know, The ills we do, their ills instruct us to. Des. Good night, good night: Heaven me such usage send, Not to pick bad from bad; but, by bad, mend! [Exeunt. ACT V. SCENE I. A Street. Enter IAGO and RODERIGO. Fago. Here, stand behind this bulk; straight will he come: Wear thy good rapier bare, and put it home; Rod. Be near at hand; I may miscarry in't. sword. [Retires to a little distance. Rod. I have no great devotion to the deed; And yet he has given me satisfying reasons: 'Tis but a man gone: - forth, my sword; he dies. [Goes to his stand. Iago. I have rubb'd this young quat almost to the sense, And he grows angry. Now, whether he kill Cassio, Every way makes my gain: Live Roderigo, Of gold, and jewels, that I bobb'd from him, As gifts to Desdemona; It must not be if Cassio do remain, Shat makes me ugly; and, besides, the Moor May unfold me to him; there stand I in much No, he must die: peril: But so, I hear him coming. Enter CASSIO. Rod. I know his gait, 'tis he; Villain thou diest. [Rushes from his post, and makes a pass at CASSIO. Cas. That thrust had been mine enemy indeed, But that my coat is better than thou think'st; I will make proof of thine. [Draws, and wounds RODErigo. Rod. O, I am slain! [IAGO rushes from his post, cuts CASSIO behind in the leg, and exit. Cas. I am maim'd for ever:-Help, ho! murder! murder! Enter OTHELLO, at a distance. [Falls. Oth. The voice of Cassio: - Lago keeps his word. Rod. O, villain that I am! Oth. Hark! 'tis even so. Cas. O, help! ho! light! a surgeon! Oth. '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, id your fate hies apace:- 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 OTHELLO. Enter LODOVICO and GRATIANO, at a distance.· Cas. What, ho! no watch? no passage? murder! murder! Gra. 'Tis some mischange; the cry is very Cas. O, help! direful. Lod. Hark! Rod. O wretched villain! Lod. Two or three groans; it is a heavy night: These may be counterfeits; let's think't unsafe To come in to the cry, without more help. Rod. No body come? then shall I bleed to death. Enter IAco, with a light. Lod. Hark! Gra. Here's one comes in his shirt. with light and weapons. Iago. Who's there? whose noise is this, that cries on murder? Lod. We do not know. Tago. Did you not hear a cry? Cas. Here, here; for heaven's sake, help me. Gra. This is Othello's ancient, as I take it. Give me some help. Iago. O me, Lieutenant! what villains have done this? Ca's. I think, that one of them is hereabout, And cannot make away. Iago. O treacherous villains! What are you there? come in, aud give some help. [To LODOVICO and GRATIANO. Rod. O, help me here! Cas. That's one of them. Iago. O murderous slave! O villain! [TAGO stabs RODERIGO. Rod. O damn'd Iago! O inhuman dog!. O! O! O! Iago. 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 ? Lod. As you shall prove us, praise us. Iago. Signior Lodovico? Lod. He, Sir. Iago. I cry you mercy; Here's Cassio hurt By villains. Gra. Cassio? Iago. How is it, brother? Cas. My leg is cut in two. Iago. Marry, heaven forbid! Light, Gentlemen; I'll bind it with my shirt. Enter BIANCA. Bian. What is the matter, ho? who is't that cry'd? Tago. Who is't that cry'd? Bian. O my dear Cassio! my sweet Cassio! "Iago. O notable strumpet! Cassio, may you suspect Who they should be, that have thus mangled you? Cas. No. Gra. I am sorry, to find you thus: I have been to seek you. fago. Lend me a garter: So.Ò, for a chair, To bear him easily hence! Bian. Alas, he faints :-O Cassio! Cassio! Cassio! To be a party in this injury. Come, come; Lend me a light. Know we this face, or no? Roderigo? no:~ Yes, sure;- -O heaven! Roderigo. Iago. Even he, Sir; did you know him? Gra. Know him? ay. Tago. Signior Gratiano? I cry you gentle pardon; These bloody accidents must excuse my manners, That so neglected you. Gra. I am glad to see you. Iago. How do you, Cassio? —O, a chair, a chair! Gra. Roderigo! Iago. He, he, 'tis he: O, that's well said; the chair: [A chair brought in. Some good man bear him carefully from hence; I'll fetch the general's surgeon. Save you your labour. For you, Mistress, [To BIANCA. He that lies slain here, Cassio, Was my dear friend: What malice was beetween you? Cas. None in the world; nor do I know the man, |