Then let them ufe us well; elfe let them know,

The ills we do, their ills inftru&t us to.

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Def. Good-night, good-night; heaven me fuchufes fend,

Not to pick bad from bad; but by bad, mend!

ACT V.

SCENE I.

A The Street.

Enter Lago and Roderigo.

TERE, ftand behind this bulk. Strait will he

Iago. HERE

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 marrs us: think P on that,

And fix moft firm thy resolution.

Rod. Be near at hand; I may mifcarry in 't.

Iago. Here at thy hand. Be bold and take thy sword. Rod. I have no great devotion to the deed

t

"And yet he hath given me fatisfying reafons:
Forth my fword: he dies.

"Tis but a man gone.

lago. I have rubb'd this young * quat almoft to the fenfe, And he grows angry. Now, whether he kill Caffia, Or Caffio him, or each do kill the other,

Every way makes my game. Live Roderigo,
He calls me to a reftitution large

z Of gold and jewels, that I bob'd from him,
As gifts to Desdemona.

It must not be. If Caffio do remain,

He hath a daily beauty in his life,

That makes me ugly; and befides the Moor

May unfold me to him; there ftand I a in peril.

No, he must die. Be 't fo. I hear him coming.
Enter Caffio.

Red. I know his gait; 'tis he-Villain, thou dieft.
[He runs at Caffio, and wounds bim.

Caf. That thruft had been mine enemy indeed, But that my coat is better than thou think'st.

* So the 2d q. the fo's, R. and 7; who fays, a quat in the midland country is a pimple: the 1ft q. P. and W. gnat: T. knot or knat, a bird in Lincolnshire and Lancashire, very tame and tractable, when taken; and fo forts with Roderigo's character, an easy manageable cully he fays, this bird is alfo amorous. H. quab, a gudgeon, which is often used in a figurative sense for a foft easy fool, ready to swallow any bait laid for him. Upton, 2d edition, p. 181. conjectures quail, which he fays, of all birds is most

I will make proof of thine.

[f Fight. Iago cuts Caffio behind in the leg, and exit. [Then Roderigo and Caffio fall.

Rod. Oh, I am flain.

Caf. I am & maim'd for ever. "Help, ho! 'murder, murder!

Oth. The voice of Caffio.-Iago keeps his word.
Rod. Oh, villain that I am!

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Oth. Hark! 'tis even fo.

Caf. Oh, help, ho! light! a furgeon!

m And

Oth. 'Tis he. O brave Iago, honest and juft, Thou haft such noble sense of thy friend's wrong; Thou teacheft me-Minion, your dear lies dead; your fate hies apace.--Strumpet, I come : Forth of my heart, thofe charms, thine eyes are blotted, Thy bed, luft-ftain'd, shall with luft's blood be spotted. [Exit Othello.

SCENE III.

Enter Lodovico and Gratiano," at a diflance.

Caf. What, ho! No watch? No paffage? Murder, murder!
Gra. 'Tis fome mifchance; the

Caf. Oh help!

Lod. Hark!

Rod. O wretched villain!

cry is very direful.

Lod. Two or three groans. It is a heavy night;
Thefe may be counterfeits: let's think 't unfafe
To come into the cry, without more help.

Rod. Nobody come? then fhall I bleed to death.
Enter lago, in his shirt, with a light and sword.
Lod. Hark-

Gra. Here's one comes in his fhirt with light and

weapons.

Iago. Who's there? Whose noise is this, that cries" out murder?

Lod. I do not know.

Iago. Did not you hear a cry?

Caf. Here, here. For heaven's fake help me.

Iago. What's the matter?