Othello

Cassio!
    Â Â Â Â Cassio, Cassio!
    IAGO. O notable strumpet! Cassio, may you suspect
    Â Â Â Â Who they should be, that thus have mangle d you?
    CASSIO. No. [80]
    GRA TIANO. I am sorry to find you thus, I have been to seek you.
    IAGO. Lend me a garter . So: – O for a chair,
    Â Â Â Â To bear him easily hence!
    BIANCA . Alas, he faints! O Cassio, Cassio, Cassio!
    IAGO. Gentlemen all, I do suspect this trash [85]
    Â Â Â Â To bear a part in this: patience awhile, good Cassio:
    Â Â Â Â Lend me a light; know we this face, or no?
    Â Â Â Â Alas, my friend, and my dear countryman:
    Â Â Â Â Roderigo? no, – yes, sure: O heaven, Roderigo.
    GRATIANO. What, of Venice? [90]
    IAGO. Even he, sir, did you know him?
    GRATIANO. Know him? ay.
    IAGO. Signior Gratiano, I cry you gentle pardon:
    Â Â Â Â These bloody accidents must excuse my manners,
    Â Â Â Â That so neglected you.
    GRAT IANO. I am glad to see you.
    IAGO. How do you, Cassio? O, a chair, a chair! [95]
    GRATIA NO. Roderigo!
    IAGO. He, ’tis he.
    (A chair brought in.)
    Â Â Â Â O, that’s well said, a chair:
    Â Â Â Â Some good man bear him carefully from hence,
    Â Â Â Â I’ll fetch the general’s surgeon: (to Bianca) for you, mistress, [100]
    Â Â Â Â Save you your labour; – he that lies slain here, Cassio,
    Â Â Â Â Was my dear friend, what malice was betwixt you?
    CASSIO. None in the world, nor do I know the man.
    IAGO (to Bianca) . What, look you pale? – O, bear him out o’ the air.
    (Cassio and Roderigo are borne off.)
    Â Â Â Â Stay you, good gentlewoman; look you pale, mistress? [105]
    Â Â Â Â Do you perceive the gestures of her eye?
    Â Â Â Â Nay, an you stir, – we shall have more anon:
    Â Â Â Â Behold her well I pray you, look upon her,
    Â Â Â Â Do you see, gentlemen? nay, guiltiness
    Â Â Â Â Will speak, though tongues were out of use. [110]
    (Enter Emilia.)
    EMILIA. ’Las , what’s the matter? what’s the matter, husband?
    IAGO. Cassio has here been set on in the dark,
    Â Â Â Â By Roderigo, and fellows that are ’scap’d,
    Â Â Â Â He’s almost slain, and Roderigo dead.
    EMILIA. Alas, good gentleman! alas, good Cassio! [115]
    IAGO. This is the fruit of whoring; pray, Emilia,
    Â Â Â Â Go know of Cassio where he supp’d to-night:
    Â Â Â Â What, do you shake at that?
    BIANCA. He supp’d at my house, but I therefore shake not.
    IAGO. O, did he so? I charge you go with me. [120]
    EMILIA. Fie, fie upon thee, strumpet!
    BIANCA. I am no strumpet, but of life as honest
    Â Â Â Â As you, that thus abuse me.
    EMILI A. As I? faugh , fie upon thee!
    IAGO. Kind gentlemen, let’s go see poor Cassio dress’d ;
    Â Â Â Â Come, mistress, you must tell ’s another tale. [125]
    Â Â Â Â Emilia, run you to the citadel,
    Â Â Â Â And tell my lord and lady what has happ’d:
    Â Â Â Â Will you go on, I pray? (Aside.) This is the night
    Â Â Â Â That either makes me, or fordo es me quite.
    (Exeunt.)
    Scene 2
    A Bedchamber in the Castle.
    Desdemona in bed asleep. Enter Othello, with a light.
    OTHELLO. It is the cause, it is the cause, my soul,
    Â Â Â Â Let me not name it to you, you chaste stars:
    Â Â Â Â It is the cause, yet I’ll not shed her blood,
    Â Â Â Â Nor scar that whiter skin of hers than snow,
    Â Â Â Â And smooth, as monumental alabaster; [5]
    Â Â Â Â Yet she must die, else she’ll betray more men.
    Â Â Â Â Put out the light, and then put out the light:
    Â Â Â Â If I quench thee, thou flaming minister ,
    Â Â Â Â I can again thy former light restore ,
    Â Â Â Â Should I repent me; but once put out thine, [10]
    Â Â Â Â Thou cunning pattern of excelling nature,
    Â Â Â Â I know not where is that Promethean heat
    Â Â Â Â That can thy light relume : when I have pluck’d the rose,
    Â Â Â Â I cannot give it vital growth again,
    Â Â Â Â It must needs wither ; I’ll smell it on the tree, [15]
    (Kisses her. )
    Â Â Â Â A balmy breath, that doth almost persuade
    Â Â Â Â Justice herself to break her sword: once more:
    Â Â Â Â Be thus, when thou art dead, and I will kill thee,
    Â Â Â Â And love thee after: once more, and this the