BIANCA
What is the matter, ho? who is't that cried?
IAGO
Who is't that cried!
BIANCA
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?
CASSIO
No.
GRATIANO
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!
BIANCA
Alas, he faints! – O Cassio, Cassio, Cassio!
IAGO
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.
GRATIANO
What, of Venice?
IAGO
Even he, sir: did you know him?
GRATIANO
Know him! ay.
IAGO
Signior Gratiano? I cry you gentle pardon;
These bloody accidents must excuse my manners,
That so neglected you.
GRATIANO
I am glad to see you.
IAGO
How do you, Cassio? – O, a chair, a chair!
GRATIANO
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,
Was my dear friend: what malice was between 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.]
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.
[Enter Emilia.]