DES. Would'st thou do such a deed for all the World? EMIL. Why, would not you? `as well i' the dark. DES. Would'st thou do such a deed for all the World? It is a great price for a small vice. 70 DES. In troth, I think thou would'st not. DES. Beshrew me, if I would do such a wrong for the 79 EMIL. Why, the wrong is but a wrong i̇' the World; and, having the World for your labour, 'tis a wrong in your own World, and you might quickly make it right. DES. I do not think there is any such woman. EMIL. Yes, a dozen; and as many to the vantage as would store the World they play'd for. But I do think it is their husbands' faults If wives do fall: say that they slack their duties, Why, we have galls; and though we have some grace, 90 100 ACT IV ACT IV It is so too: and have not we affections, Desires for sport, and frailty, as men have? Then let them use us well; else let them know, The ills we do, their ills instruct us so. DES. Good night, good night: Heaven me such uses send, Not to pick bad from bad, but by bad mend! [exeunt. ACT V SCENE I. Cyprus. A Street. Enter IAGO and RODERIGO. IAGO. Here, stand behind this bulk; straight will he 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 mars us; think on that, And fix most firm thy resolution. ROD. Be near at hand; I may miscarry in 't. IAGO. Here, at thy hand: be bold, and take thy stand. ROD. I have no great devotion to the deed; [retires. And yet he hath given me satisfying reasons: 'Tis but a man gone. Forth, my Sword! he dies. IAGO. I have rubb'd this young quat' almost to the sense, And he grows angry. Now, whether he kill Cassio, Or Cassio him, or each do kill the other, Every way makes my gain. Live Roderigo, He calls me to a restitution large Of gold and jewels that I bobb'd from him, As gifts to Desdemona; It must not be: if Cassio do remain, He hath a daily beauty in his life That makes me ugly; and, besides, the Moor May unfold me to him; there stand I in much peril. No, he must die. But so: I hear him coming. 1 pimple, contemptible fellow. 10 Enter CASSIO. ROD. I know his gait, 'tis he.-Villain, thou diest! CAS. That thrust had been mine enemy indeed, ROD. [draws, and wounds RODERIGO. O, I am slain ! [IAGO from behind wounds CASSIO in CAS. I am maim'd for ever! Help, ho! murder! murder! Enter OTHELLO. [falls. Отн. The voice of Cassio: Iago keeps his word. 30 CAS. O, help, ho! light! a surgeon ! Enter LODOVICO and GRATIANO. CAS. What, ho! no watch? no passage ?1 murder ! murder! GRA. "Tis some mischance; the voice is very direful. CAS. O, help! LOD. Hark! ROD. O wretched Villain! 40 LOD. Two or three groan. It is a heavy2 night. These may be counterfeits: let's think 't unsafe GRA. Here's one comes in his shirt, with light and ACT V ACT V Sc. I Re-enter IAGO, with a light. IAGO. Who's there? whose noise is this that cries on murder? LOD. We do not know. IAGO. Did not you hear a cry? What's the matter? GRA. This is Othello's Ancient, as I take it. IAGO. O me, Lieutenant! what villains have done this? And cannot make away. IAGO. O treacherous Villains! What are you there? come in, and give some help. [to LODOVICO and GRATIANO. ROD. O, help me here! CAS. That's one of them. 60 O murderous Slave! O Villain! [stabs RODERIGO. ROD. O damn'd Iago! O inhuman Dog! IAGO. Kill men i' the dark!—Where be these bloody thieves?— How silent is this Town!-Ho! murder! murder !— LOD. As you shall prove us, praise us. IAGO. Signior Lodovico? LOD. He, Sir. IAGO. I cry you mercy. Here's Cassio hurt by villains. 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 cried? 70 IAGO. Who is 't that cried! BIAN. O my dear Cassio! my sweet Cassio! O Cassio, Cassio, Cassio! IAGO. O notable Strumpet! Cassio, may you suspect Who they should be that have thus mangled you? CAS. No. 80 GRA. I am sorry to find you thus: I have been to seek you. IAGO. Lend me a garter. So. O, for a chair, To bear him easily hence! BIAN. Alas, he faints! O Cassio, Cassio, Cassio! To be a party in this injury. Patience awhile, good Cassio. Come, come; Roderigo! no?—yes, sure; O Heaven! Roderigo! IAGO. Even he, Sir: did you know him? 90 Know him! ay. IAGO. Signior Gratiano? I cry you gentle pardon; GRA. I am glad to see you. LAGO. How do you, Cassio? O, a chair, a chair! GRA. Roderigo! IAGO. He, he, 'tis he! [A chair brought in.] O, that's well said; the chair. Some good man bear him carefully from hence; I'll fetch the General's surgeon. [to BIANCA.] For you, Mistress, Save you your labour. He that lies slain here, Cassio, out o' the air. [CASSIO and RODERIGO are borne off. ACT V Sc. I |