And doth affection breed it?

I think it doth. Is't frailty that thus errs?

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. [God] me such uses send,

Not to pick bad from bad, but by bad mend.

 

Exeunt.

 

 

Act V,

Scene I

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.

 

[Retires.]

 

ROD.

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.

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. [Be't] so. I [hear] him coming.

 

Enter Cassio.

 

ROD.

I know his gait, 'tis he. – Villain, thou diest!

 

[Makes a pass at Cassio.]

 

CAS.

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.]

 

ROD.

O, I am slain.

 

[Iago from behind wounds Cassio in the leg, and exit.]

 

CAS.

I am maim'd for ever. Help ho! murther, murther!

 

[Falls.]

 

Enter Othello.

 

OTH.

The voice of Cassio! Iago keeps his word.

ROD.

O, villain that I am!

OTH.

It is even so.

CAS.

O, help ho! light! a surgeon!

OTH.

'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.

 

Exit Othello.

 

Enter Lodovico and Gratiano.

 

CAS.

What ho! no watch? no passage? Murther, murther!

GRA.

'Tis some mischance, the voice is very direful.

CAS.

O, help!

LOD.

Hark!

ROD.

O wretched villin!

LOD.

Two or three groan. 'Tis heavy night;

These may be counterfeits; let's think't unsafe

To come in to the cry without more help.

ROD.

Nobody come? Then shall I bleed to death.

 

Enter Iago [with a light].

 

LOD.

Hark!

GRA.

Here's one comes in his shirt, with light and weapons.

IAGO.

Who's there? Whose noise is this that cries on murther?

LOD.

We do not know.

IAGO.

[Did] not you hear a cry?

CAS.

Here, here! for heaven sake help me!

IAGO.

What's the matter?

GRA.

This is Othello's ancient, as I take it.

LOD.

The same indeed, a very valiant fellow.

IAGO.

What are you here that cry so grievously?

CAS.

Iago? O, I am spoil'd, undone by villains!

Give me some help.

IAGO.

O me, lieutenant! what villains have done this?

CAS.

I think that one of them is hereabout,

And cannot make away.

IAGO.

O treacherous villains!

 

[To Lodovico and Gratiano.]

 

What are you there?

Come in, and give some help.

ROD.

O, help me there!

CAS.

That's one of them.

IAGO.

O murd'rous slave! O villain!

 

[Stabs Roderigo.]

 

ROD.

O damn'd Iago! O inhuman dog!

IAGO.

Kill men i' th' dark? – Where be these bloody thieves? –

How silent is this town! – Ho, murther, murther! –

What may you be? Are you of good or evil?

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?

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.

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!

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!

GRA.

What, of Venice?

IAGO.

Even he, sir; did you know him?

GRA.

Know him? ay.

IAGO.

Signior Gratiano? I cry your gentle pardon;

These bloody accidents must excuse my manners

That so neglected you.

GRA.

I am glad to see you.

IAGO.

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 labor. – He that lies slain here, Cassio,

Was my dear friend. What malice was between you?

CAS.

None in the world; nor do I know the man.

IAGO [To Bianca.]

What? look you pale? – O, bear him [out] o' th' air.

 

[Cassio and Roderigo are borne off.]

 

Stay you, good gentlemen.