ACT V.
1. SCENE I. Cyprus. A Street.
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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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