And your fate hies apace. fate hies apace.--Strumpet, I come: From off my heart, those charms, thine eyes, are blotted: Thy bed, lust-stained, shall with lust's blood be [Exit Othello. spotted. Enter LODOVICO and Gratiano, at a distance. Cas. What, ho! no watch? no passage? murder, [direful. (75) murder! Gra. 'Tis some mischance; the voice is very Cas. Oh help! 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 into the cry, without more help. Rod. No body come? then shall I bleed to death. Enter IAGO, in his Shirt, with a Light and Sword. Lod. Hark[and weapons. Gra. Here's one comes in his shirt with light Iago. Who's there? whose noise is this, that Lod. We do not know. [cries out murder? Iago. Do not you hear a cry? Cas. Here, here: for Heaven's sake, help me. Iago. What's the matter? (75) I take Gratiano to have the same prototype as Horatio in Hamlet, drawn in fig. 49. Gra. This is Othello's Ancient, as I take it. Lod. The same, indeed, a very valiant fellow. Iago. What are you here, that cry so grievously? Cas. Iago? oh I'm spoiled, undone by villains! Give me some help. done this? Iago. Oh me, lieutenant! what villains have Cas. I think that one of them is hereabout; And cannot make away. Iago. O treacherous villains! What are you there? come in, and give some help. Rod. Oh, help me there. Cas. That's one of them. [To Lod. and Gra. [[ago stabs him. Iago. O murderous slave! oh villain! Rod. Oh damned Iago! oh inhuman dog! Iago. Kill men i' th' 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. [villains. Iago. I cry you mercy! here's Cassio hurt by Gra. Cassio? Iago. How is't, 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 Iago. Who is't that cried: Bian. Oh my dear Cassio, [cried? My sweet Cassio, oh Cassio, Cassio, Cassio! Iago. O notable strumpet! Cassio, may you suspect Who they should be that have thus mangled you: Cas. No. Gra. I'm sorry to find you thus: I have been to seek you. Iago. Lend me a garter. So-Oh for a chair To bear him easily hence. Bian. Alas, he faints. Oh Cassio, Cassio, Cassio! Iago. Gentlemen all, I do suspect this trash To be a party in this injury. Patience awhile, good Cassio; come, come: Iago. Even he, Sir: did you know him? Gra. Know him? ah! Iago. Signior Gratiano? I cry your 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? oh, a chair, a chair. Gra. Rodorigo? [chair. Iago. He, he, 'tis he: oh, that's well said, the Some good man bear him carefully from hence; I'll fetch the general's surgeon. For you, mistress, Save you your labour. He that lyes slain here, Cassio, Was my dear friend. What malice was between you? Cas. None in the world; nor do I know the man. Iago. What, look you pale ?-oh, bear him out o th’air. Stay you, good gentlemen. Look you pale, mistress? Do you perceive the ghastness of her eye? [To Bianca. 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. Enter AMILIA. Emil. Alas, what is the matter? What is the matter, husband? Iago. Cassio hath there been set on in the dark By Rodorigo, and fellows that are 'scaped: He's almost slain, and Rodorigo dead. Emil. Alas, good gentleman! alas good Cassio! Iago. This is the fruit of whoring Emilia, -pray, Go know of Cassio where he supp'd to-night. Bian. Hesupp'd at my house, but I therefore shake not. Iago. Oh, did he so? I charge you go with me. Emil. Oh fie upon thee, strumpet ! Bian. I am no strumpet, but of life as honest As that thus abuse me. you Emil. As I-fie upon thee! Iago. Kindgentlemen, let's see poor Cassio drest. Come, mistress, you must tell's another tale. Æmilia, run you to the citadel, And tell my lord and lady what hath happened: [Exeunt, lago following. SCENE-a Bed-chamber; DESDEMONA is discovered asleep in her Bed. Enter OTHELLO, with a Light and a Sword. Oth. It is the cause, it is the cause, my soul;--(76) Let me not name it to you, you chaste stars! It is the cause.-Yet I'll not shed her blood, (76) It is the cause; it-it. After the many allusions to the marks of numbers exhibited by different characters in the moon, both in this play and in King Lear, (more distinctly, indeed, in that, than in this ;) the reader may not be indisposed to admit, in explanation of this most strange and repeated expression, that the characters which form |