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CASSIO
O, help, ho! light! a surgeon! [30]
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 fate hies apace; strumpet, I come;
Forth of my heart those charms, thine eyes, are blotted, [35]
Thy bed, lust-stain’d, shall with lust’s blood be spotted.
Exit.
Enter Lodovico and Gratiano.
CASSIO
What ho, no watch, no passage? murder, murder!
GRATIANO
’Tis some mischance, the cry is very direful.
CASSIO
O, help!
LODOVICO
Hark! [40]
RODERIGO
O wretched villain.
LODOVICO
Two or three groans; it is a heavy night,
These may be counterfeits, let’s think’t unsafe
To come into the cry without more help.
RODERIGO
Nobody come; then shall I bleed to death. [45]
