William Shakespeare: Othello, Act V
Enter Iago and Roderigo
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.
I have no great devotion to the deed; And yet he hath given me satisfying reasons: 'Tis but a man gone. Forth, my sword: he dies.
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.
Makes a pass at Cassio
That thrust had been mine enemy indeed, But that my coat is better than thou know'st I will make proof of thine.
Draws, and wounds Roderigo
Iago from behind wounds Cassio in the leg, and exit
'Tis he:—O brave Iago, honest and just, That hast such noble sense of thy friend's wrong! Thou teachest me. Minion, your dear lies dead, And your unblest fate hies: strumpet, I come. Forth of my heart those charms, thine eyes, are blotted; Thy bed, lust-stain'd, shall with lust's blood be spotted.
Enter Lodovico and Gratiano
Two or three groan: it is a heavy night: These may be counterfeits: let's think't unsafe To come in to the cry without more help.
Re-enter Iago, with a light
To Lodovico and Gratiano
Kill men i' the dark!—Where be these bloody thieves?— How silent is this town!—Ho! murder! murder!— What may you be? are you of good or evil?
Gentlemen all, I do suspect this trash To be a party in this injury. Patience awhile, good Cassio. Come, come; Lend me a light. Know we this face or no? Alas my friend and my dear countryman Roderigo! no:—yes, sure: O heaven! Roderigo.
Signior Gratiano? I cry you gentle pardon; These bloody accidents must excuse my manners, That so neglected you.
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, Was my dear friend: what malice was between you?
What, look you pale? O, bear him out o' the air.
Cassio and Roderigo are borne off
Stay you, good gentlemen. Look you pale, mistress? Do you perceive the gastness of her eye? 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.
Cassio hath here been set on in the dark By Roderigo and fellows that are scaped: He's almost slain, and Roderigo dead.
This is the fruit of whoring. Prithee, Emilia, Go know of Cassio where he supp'd to-night.
What, do you shake at that?
Kind gentlemen, let's go see poor Cassio dress'd. Come, mistress, you must tell's another tale. Emilia run you to the citadel, And tell my lord and lady what hath happ'd. Will you go on? I pray.
This is the night That either makes me or fordoes me quite.