READ STUDY GUIDE: Act V, scenes i–ii |
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Act V, Scene i:
Cyprus. A Street.
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. |
| RODERIGO: |
| Be near at hand; I may miscarry in't. |
| IAGO: |
| Here, at thy hand: be bold, and take thy stand. |
| [Retires to a little distance.] |
| RODERIGO: |
| 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. |
| [Goes to his stand.] |
| 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. |
| [Enter Cassio.] |
| RODERIGO: |
| I know his gait; 'tis he.—Villain, thou diest! |
| [Rushes out, and makes a pass at Cassio.] |
| 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.] |
| RODERIGO: |
| O, I am slain! |
| [Iago rushes from his post, cuts Cassio behind in the leg, andexit.] |
| CASSIO: |
| I am maim'd forever.—Help, ho! murder! murder! |
| [Falls.] |
| [Enter Othello at a distance.] |
| OTHELLO: |
| The voice of Cassio: Iago keeps his word. |
| RODERIGO: |
| O, villain that I am! |
| OTHELLO: |
| It is even so. |
| CASSIO: |
| O, help, ho! light! a surgeon! |
| OTHELLO: |
| '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 unbless'd 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.] |
| [Enter Lodovico and Gratiano at a distance.] |
| CASSIO: |
| What, ho! no watch? no passage? murder! murder! |
| GRATIANO: |
| 'Tis some mischance; the cry is very direful. |
| CASSIO: |
| O, help! |
| LODOVICO: |
| Hark! |
| RODERIGO: |
| O wretched villain! |
| LODOVICO: |
| 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. |
| RODERIGO: |
| Nobody come? then shall I bleed to death. |
| LODOVICO: |
| Hark! |
| GRATIANO: |
| Here's one comes in his shirt, with light and |
| weapons. |
| [Re-enter Iago, with a light.] |
| IAGO: |
| Who's there? whose noise is this that cries on murder? |
| LODOVICO: |
| We do not know. |
| IAGO: |
| Did not you hear a cry? |
| CASSIO: |
| Here, here! for heaven's sake, help me! |
| IAGO: |
| What's the matter? |
| GRATIANO: |
| This is Othello's ancient, as I take it. |
| LODOVICO: |
| The same indeed; a very valiant fellow. |
| IAGO: |
| What are you here that cry so grievously? |
| CASSIO: |
| Iago? O, I am spoil'd, undone by villains! |
| Give me some help. |
| IAGO: |
| O me, lieutenant! what villains have done this? |
| CASSIO: |
| 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. |
| RODERIGO: |
| O, help me here! |
| CASSIO: |
| That's one of them. |
| IAGO: |
| O murderous slave! O villain! |
| [Stabs Roderigo.] |
| RODERIGO: |
| 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!— |
| What may you be? are you of good or evil? |
| LODOVICO: |
| As you shall prove us, praise us. |
| IAGO: |
| Signior Lodovico? |
| LODOVICO: |
| He, sir. |
| IAGO: |
| I cry you mercy. Here's Cassio hurt by villains. |
| GRATIANO: |
| Cassio! |
| IAGO: |
| How is't, brother? |
| CASSIO: |
| My leg is cut in two. |
| IAGO: |
| Marry, heaven forbid!— |
| Light, gentlemen:—I'll bind it with my shirt. |
| [Enter Bianca.] |
| 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.—O, that's well |
| said;[A chair brought in.]—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.] |
| EMILIA: |
| 'Las, what's the matter? what's the matter, husband? |
| IAGO: |
| Cassio hath here been set on in the dark |
| By Roderigo, and fellows that are 'scap'd: |
| He's almost slain, and Roderigo dead. |
| EMILIA: |
| Alas, good gentleman! alas, good Cassio! |
| IAGO: |
| This is the fruit of whoring.—Pr'ythee, Emilia, |
| Go know of Cassio where he supp'd to-night.— |
| What, do you shake at that? |
| BIANCA: |
| He supp'd at my house; but I therefore shake not. |
| IAGO: |
| O, did he so? I charge you, go with me. |
| EMILIA: |
| Fie, fie upon thee, strumpet! |
| BIANCA: |
| I am no strumpet, but of life as honest |
| As you that thus abuse me. |
| EMILIA: |
| As I! foh! fie upon thee! |
| IAGO: |
| 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?[Aside.]This is the night |
| That either makes me or fordoes me quite. |
| [Exeunt.] |
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