ACT V. SCENE I. A Street before the Palace. Enter Iago and Roderigo. IAGO. ERE, ftand behind this bulk. Straight will he HR come : Wear thy good rapier bare, and put it home; Rod. Be near at hand; I may miscarry in't. lago. Here, at thy hand. Be bold and take thy ftand. Rod. I have no great devotion to the deed, Yet he hath giv'n me fatisfying reasons. 'Tis but a man gone. Forth, my fword. He dies. [Stands apart. Iago. I've rubb'd this young Quat almoft to the fenfe, And he grows angry. Now, whether he kill Caffio, Or Caffio him, or each to kill the other, Every way makes my gain. Live Roderigo, Of gold and jewels, that I bob'd from him, Is must not be. -If Caffio do remain, That makes me ugly; and, befides, the Moor Enter Caffio. Red. I know his gait; 'tis he.-Villain thou dieft. [He runs at Caffio, and wounds him. Caf. That thruft had been mine enemy indeed, But that my coat is better than thou know'ft. I will make proof of thine." [Fight. Iago cuts Caffio behind in the Leg, and exit. [Then Roderigo and Caffio fall. Rod. Oh, I am flain. Caf. I'm maim'd for ever. Help, hoa! murder, murder! colnshire and Lancashire; which took its name, as Cambden fays, from its being a delicious morfel with King Canute, who was likewife called Knout. This bird, being once taken, as Gefrer tells us, is above all others tame and tractable. In this refpect it forts with Roderigo's character, an eafy, manageable, Cully. THEOR. This is a paffage much contro. verted among the editors. Sir T. Hanmer reads Quab, a Gudgeon pot that a Gudgeon can be rubbed to much fenfe, but that a man grofly deceived is often called a Gudgeon. Mr. Upton reads Quail, which he proves, by much learning to be a very choleric bird. Dr. Warburton retains Grat, which is found in the early quarto. I have followed the text of the folio, and third and fourth quarto's. A Quat in the midland counties is a pimple, which by rubbing is made to fmart, or is rubbed to fenfe. Roderigo is called a Quat by the fame mode of fpeech, as a low fellow is now termed in low language a Scab. To rub to the fenfe, is to rub to the quick. SCENE SCENE II. Enter Othello above at a Windew. Oth. The voice of Caffio.Iago keeps his word. Oth. It is even fo. Caf. Oh, help, ho! light! a furgeon! Oth. 'Tis he. Oh brave Iago, honeft and juft, That haft fuch noble fenfe of thy friend's wrong; Thou teacheft me-Minion, your dear lies dead; And your fate hyes apace. Strumpet, I come : Forth of my heart, thofe charms, thine eyes, are blotted, Thy bed, luft-ftain'd, fhall with luft's blood be spotted. [Exit Othello. SCENE III. Enter Ludovico and Gratiano, at a distance. Caf. What, ho! No watch? No paffage? Murder, murder! Gra. 'Tis fome mifchance; the voice is very direful. Caf. Oh help! Lod. Hark! Rod. O wretched villain! 2 Lod. Two or three groans. It is a heavy night; These may be counterfeits: let's think't unfafe To come into the cry, without more help. Rod. No body come? then fhall I bleed to death. Enter Iago, in his fhirt, with a Light and Sword. -No paffage?] No paffengers No body going by? 2-a heavy night;] A thick cloudy night, in which an ambush may be commodioufly laid. Gg 2 Gra. Gra. Here one comes in his fhirt with light and weapons. lago. Who's there? Whofe noife is this, that cries out murder? Lod. We do not know. Iago. Do not you hear a cry? Caf. Here, here. For heaven's fake, help me. Gra. This is Othello's Ancient, as I take it. Iago. Oh me, lieutenant! what villains have done this? Caf. I think, that one of them is hereabout; And cannot make away. Iago. O treacherous villains! What are you there? Come in, and give fome help. [To Lod. and Gra. Iago. O murderous flave! oh villain! [Iago ftabs bim. Red. Oh damn'd Iago! oh inhuman dog! Iago. Kill men i' th' dark? Where be these bloody thieves? How filent is this town? ho, murder! murder! What may you be? are you of good or evil? Lod. As you fhall prove us, praise us. Iago. Signior Lodovico? Lod. He, Sir. Iago. I cry you mercy! Here's Caffio, hurt by vil lains. Iago. Marry, heaven forbid ! Light, gentlemen, I'll bind it with my shirt. SCENE IV. Enter Bianca. Bian. What is the matter, hoa, who is't that cry'd? Iago. Who is't that cry'd ? Bian. Oh my dear Caffio, My fweet Caffio, oh Caffio, Caffio, Caffio. Iago. O notable ftrumpet! Caffio, may you fufpect Who they fhould be, that have thus mangled you? Caf. No. Gra. I'm forry to find I have been to feek you. you thus : Iago. Lend me a garter. So-Ob for a chair To bear him eafily bence. Bian. Alas, he faints. Oh Caffio, Caffio, Caffio! Patience a while, good Caffio. Come, come, Iago. Even he, Sir, did you know him? lago. Signior Gratiano? I cry your gentle pardon. Thele bloody accidents must excuse my manners, That fo neglected you. Gra. I am glad to fee you. Iago. How do you, Caffio? Oh, a chair, a chair. Gra. Roderigo? Iago. He, he, 'tis he. Oh, that's well faid. The chair. |