Othello Act 5 Scene 1

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.
Iago Here, at thy hand. Be bold, and take thy stand.
Roderigo Be near at hand, I may miscarry in ‘t.
Roderigo I have no great devotion to the deedAnd yet he hath given me satisfying reasons.’Tis but a man gone. Forth, my sword: he dies.
Iago I have rubbed this young quat almost to the sense,And he grows angry. Now, whether he kill CassioOr Cassio him, or each do kill the other,Every way makes my gain. Live Roderigo,He calls me to a restitution largeOf gold and jewels that I bobbed from himAs gifts to Desdemona.It must not be. If Cassio do remainHe hath a daily beauty in his lifeThat makes me ugly. And besides, the MoorMay unfold me to him—there stand I in much peril.No, he must die. But so, I hear him coming.
Cassio That thrust had been mine enemy indeedBut that my coat is better than thou know’stI will make proof of thine.
Roderigo Oh, I am slain!
Cassio I am maimed for ever. Help, ho! Murder! Murder!
Othello The voice of Cassio. Iago keeps his word.
Roderigo Oh, villain that I am!
Othello ‘Tis he. Oh, 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.For, of my heart, those charms, thine eyes, are blotted.Thy bed, lust-stained, shall with lust’s blood be spotted.
Gratiano Tis some mischance, the cry is very direful.
Lodovico Two or three groan. ‘Tis heavy night,These may be counterfeits. Let’s think ‘t unsafeTo come in to the cry without more help.
Roderigo Nobody come? Then shall I bleed to death.
Iago Who’s there? Whose noise is this that ones on murder?
Cassio Iago? Oh, I am spoiled, undone by villains!Give me some help.
Iago O murd’rous slave! O villain!
Roderigo O damned Iago! O inhuman dog!
Iago Kill men i’ th’ dark! Where be these bloody thieves?How silent is this town!—Ho! murder! murder!—What may you be? Are you of good or evil?
Bianca Oh, my dear Cassio!My sweet Cassio! O Cassio, Cassio, Cassio!
Iago O notable strumpet! Cassio, may you suspectWho they should be that have thus mangled you?
Bianca Alas, he faints! O Cassio, Cassio, Cassio!
Iago Gentlemen all, I do suspect this trashTo 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 countrymanRoderigo! No—yes, sure! Yes, ’tis Roderigo.
Iago Signior Gratiano? I cry you gentle pardon,These bloody accidents must excuse my mannersThat so neglected you.
Iago How do you, Cassio?—Oh, a chair, a chair!
Iago Oh, 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?
Iago Do you perceive the gastness of her eye?—Stay you, good gentlemen.—Look you pale, mistress?—Nay, if you stare, we shall hear more anon.—Behold her well. I pray you, look upon her.Do you see, gentlemen? Nay, guiltinessWill speak, though tongues were out of use.
Emilia Alas, what is the matter? What is the matter, husband?
Iago Cassio hath here been set on in the darkBy Roderigo and fellows that are ‘scaped.He’s almost slain, and Roderigo dead.
Iago This is the fruits of whoring. Prithee, Emilia,Go know of Cassio where he supped tonight.—(to BIANCA) What, do you shake at that?
Bianca He supped at my house, but I therefore shake not.
Bianca I am no strumpet, but of life as honestAs you that thus abuse me.
Iago Kind gentlemen, let’s go see poor Cassio dressed.—Come, mistress, you must tell ‘s another tale.Emilia, run you to the citadelAnd tell my lord and lady what hath happed.—Will you go on afore?(aside) This is the nightThat either makes me or fordoes me quite.