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Othello, the Moor of Venice

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2017
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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.]
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