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!
That thrust had been mine enemy indeed,
But that my coat is better than thou know'st
I will make proof of thine.
O, I am slain!
I am maim'd for ever. Help, ho! murder! murder!
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 unblest 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.
What, ho! no watch? no passage? murder! murder!
'Tis some mischance; the cry is very direful.
O, help!
Hark!
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.
Hark!
Here's one comes in his shirt, with light and weapons.
Who's there? whose noise is this that ones 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!
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.
Signior Lodovico?
He, sir.
I cry you mercy. Here's Cassio hurt by villains.
Cassio!
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