Othello

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    Â Â Â Â Quick, quick, fear nothing, I’ll be at thy elbow;
    Â Â Â Â It makes us or it mar s us, think of that,
    Â Â Â Â And fix most firm thy resolution . [5]
    RODERIGO. Be near at hand, I may miscarry in ’t .
    IAGO. Here at thy hand, be bold, and take thy sword.
    (Retires.)
    RODERIGO. I have no great devotion to the deed;
    Â Â Â Â And yet he has given me satisfying reasons,
    Â Â Â Â â€™Tis but a man gone: forth, my sword, he dies. [10]
    IAGO. I have rubb’d this young quat almost to the sense,
    Â Â Â Â And he grows angry now: whether he kill Cassio,
    Â Â Â Â Or Cassio him, or each do kill the other,
    Â Â Â Â Every way makes my game; live Roderigo,
    Â Â Â Â He calls me to a restitution large, [15]
    Â Â Â Â For gold and jewels, that I bob b’d from him,
    Â Â Â Â As gifts to Desdemona:
    Â Â Â Â It must not be; if Cassio do remain,
    Â Â Â Â He has a daily beauty in his life,
    Â Â Â Â That makes me ugly: and besides, the Moor [20]
    Â Â Â Â May unfold me to him; there stand I in peril :
    Â Â Â Â No, he must die, be ’t so, I hear him coming.
    (Enter Cassio.)
    RODERIGO. I know his gait , ’tis he, villain, thou diest!
    (Makes a pass at Cassio.)
    CASSIO. That thrust had been my enemy indeed,
    Â Â Â Â But that my coat is better than thou think’st; [25]
    Â Â Â Â I will make proof of thine.
    (Draws, and wounds Roderigo.)
    RODERIGO. O, I am slain!
    (Iago from behind wounds Cassio in the leg, and exit.)
    CASSIO. I am maim’d for ever, light, ho, murder, murder!
    (Falls.)
    (Enter Othello.)
    OTHELLO. The voice of Cassio, Iago keeps his word.
    RODERIGO. O villain that I am!
    OTHELLO. Hark, ’tis even so.
    CASSIO. O, help, ho! light! a surgeon! [30]
    OTHELLO. ’Tis he, O brave Iago, honest and just,
    Â Â Â Â That hast such noble sense of thy friend’s wrong,
    Â Â Â Â Thou teachest me; ... minion , your dear lies dead,
    Â Â Â Â And your fate hie s apace ; strumpet, I come;
    Â Â Â Â Forth of my heart those charms, thine eyes, are blotted , [35]
    Â Â Â Â Thy bed, lust-stain’d, shall with lust’s blood be spotted.
    (Exit.)
    (Enter Lodovico and Gratiano.)
    CASSIO. What ho, no watch, no passage? murder, murder!
    GRATIANO. ’Tis some mischance , the cry is very direful .
    CASSIO. O, help!
    LODOVICO. Hark! [40]
    RODERIGO. O wretched villain.
    LO DOVICO. Two or three groan s ; it is a heavy night,
    Â Â Â Â These may be counterfeit s , let’s think ’t unsafe
    Â Â Â Â To come into the cry without more help.
    RODERIGO. Nobody come; then shall I bleed to death. [45]
    (Enter Iago with a light.)
    LODOVICO. Hark!
    GRATIANO. Here’s one comes in his shirt, with lights and weapons.
    IAGO. Who’s there? whose noise is this, that cries on murder?
    LODOVICO. I do not know.
    IAGO. Did not you hear a cry?
    CASSIO. Here, here, for heaven’s sake help me!
    IAGO. What’s the matter? [50]
    GRATIANO. This is Othello’s ancient, as I take it.
    LODOVICO. The same indeed, a very valiant fellow.
    IAGO. What are you here, that cry so grievously ?
    CASSIO. Iago! O, I am spoil’d, undone by villains,
    Â Â Â Â Give me some help. [55]
    IAGO. O, my lieutenant! what villains have done this?
    CASSIO. I think the one of them is hereabout,
    Â Â Â Â And cannot make away.
    IAGO. O treacherous villains!
    Â Â Â Â What are you there? come in and give some help.
    (To Lodovico and Gratiano.)
    RODERIGO. O, help me here! [60]
    CASSIO. That’s one of ’em.
    IAGO. O murderous slave, O villain!
    (Stabs Roderigo.)
    RODERIGO. O damn’d Iago, O inhuman dog, ... oh, oh, oh.
    IAGO. Kill him i’ the dark? Where be those bloody thieves?
    Â Â Â Â How silent is this town! Ho, murder, murder!
    Â Â Â Â What may you be, are you of good or evil? [65]
    LODOVICO. As you shall prove us, praise us.
    IAGO. Signior Lodovico?
    LODOVICO. He, sir.
    IAGO. I cry you mercy: here’s Cassio hurt by villains.
    GRATIAN O. Cassio! [70]
    IAGO. How is it, brother?
    CASSIO. My leg is cut in two.
    IAGO. Marry, heaven forbid!
    Â Â Â Â Light, gentlemen, I’ll bind it with my shirt.
    (Enter Bianca.)
    BIANCA. What is the matter, ho? who is ’t that cried?
    IAGO. Who is ’t that cried? [75]
    BIANCA. O my dear Cassio, O my sweet