ACT V.
1. SCENE I. Cyprus. A Street.
(continued)
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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