Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1604 [c.1603-1604] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 475 words
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As you shall prove us, praise us. Signior Lodovico? He Sir. I cry you mercy: here's Cassio hurt by Villains. Cassio? How is't Brother? My Leg is cut in two. Marry heaven forbid: Light Gentlemen, I'll bind it with my shirt. What is the matter hoa? Who is't that cried? Who is't that cried? Oh my dear Cassio, My sweet Cassio: Oh Cassio, Cassio, Cassio. O notable Strumpet. Cassio, may you suspect Who they should be, that have thus mangled you? No. I am sorry to find you thus; I have been to seek you. Lend me a Garter. So:— Oh for a Chair To bear him easily hence. Alas he faints. Oh Cassio, Cassio, Cassio. Gentlemen all, I do suspect this Trash To be a party in this Injury. Patience a while, good Cassio. Come, come; Lend me a Light: know we this face, or no? Alas my Friend, and my dear Countryman Rodorigo? No: Yes sure: Yes, 'tis Rodorigo. What, of Venice? Even he Sir: Did you know him? Know him? I. Signior Gratiano? I cry your gentle pardon: These bloody accidents must excuse my Manners, That so neglected you. I am glad to see you. How do you Cassio? Oh, a Chair, a Chair. Rodorigo? He, he, 'tis he: Oh that's well said, the Chair. Some good man bear him carefully from hence, I'll fetch the general's Surgeon. For you Mistress, Save you your labour. He that lies slain here (Cassio) Was my dear friend. What malice was between you? None in the world: nor do I know the man? What? look you pale? Oh bear him o' th' Air. Stay you good Gentlemen. Look you pale, Mistress? Do you perceive the gastnesse 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. Alas, what is the matter? What is the matter, Husband? Cassio hath here been set on in the dark By Rodorigo, and Fellows that are scaped: He's almost slain, and Rodorigo quite dead. Alas good Gentleman: alas good Cassio. This is the fruits of whoring. Prithee Aemilia, Go know of Cassio where he supped to night. What, do you shake at that? He supped at my house, but I therefore shake not. O did he so? I charge you go with me. Oh fie upon thee Strumpet. I am no Strumpet, but of life as honest, As you that thus abuse me. As I? Fie upon thee. Kind Gentlemen: Let's go see poor Cassio dressed. Come Mistress, you must tells another Tale. Aemilia, run you to the Citadel, And tell my Lord and Lady, what hath happened: Will you go on afore? This is the night That either makes me, or foredoes me quite.
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As you ſhall proue vs, praiſe vs. Signior Lodouico? He Sir. I cry you mercy: here's Caſſio hurt by Villaines. Caſſio? How is't Brother? My Legge is cut in two. Marry heauen forbid: Light Gentlemen, Ile binde it with my ſhirt. What is the matter hoa? Who is't that cry'd? Who is't that cry'd? Oh my deere Caſſio, My ſweet Caſſio: Oh Caſſio, Caſſio, Caſſio. O notable Strumpet. Caſſio, may you ſuſpect Who they ſhould be, that haue thus mangled you? No. I am ſorry to finde you thus; I haue beene to ſeeke you. Lend me a Garter. So:—Oh for a Chaire To beare him eaſily hence. Alas he faints. Oh Caſſio, Caſſio, Caſſio. Gentlemen all, I do ſuſpect this Traſh To be a party in this Iniurie. Patience a while, good Caſſio. Come, come; Lend me a Light: know we this face, or no? Alas my Friend, and my deere Countryman Rodorigo? No: Yes ſure: Yes, 'tis Rodorigo. What, of Venice? Euen he Sir: Did you know him? Know him? I. Signior Gratiano? I cry your gentle pardon: Theſe bloody accidents muſt excuſe my Manners, That ſo neglected you. I am glad to ſee you. How do you Caſſio? Oh▪ a Chaire, a Chaire. Rodorigo? He, he, 'tis he: Oh that's well ſaid, the Chaire. Some good man beare him carefully from hence, Ile fetch the Generall's Surgeon. For you Miſtris, Saue you your labour. He that lies ſlaine heere (Caſſio) Was my deere friend. What malice was between you? None in the world: nor do I know the man? What? looke you pale? Oh beare him o' th' Ayre. Stay you good Gentlemen. Looke you pale, Miſtris? Do you perceiue the gaſtneſſe of her eye? Nay, if you ſtare, we ſhall heare more anon. Behold her well: I pray you looke vpon her: Do you ſee Gentlemen? Nay, guiltineſſe will ſpeake Though tongues were out of vſe. Alas, what is the matter? What is the matter, Husband? Caſſio hath heere bin ſet on in the darke By Rodorigo, and Fellowes that are ſcap'd: He's almoſt ſlaine, and Rodorigo quite dead. Alas good Gentleman: alas good Caſsio. This is the fruits of whoring. Prythe Aemilia, Go know of Caſſio where he ſupt to night. What, do you ſhake at that? He ſupt at my houſe, but I therefore ſhake not. O did he ſo? I charge you go with me. Oh fie vpon thee Strumpet. I am no Strumpet, but of life as honeſt, As you that thus abuſe me. As I? Fie vpon thee. Kinde Gentlemen: Let's go ſee poore Caſſio dreſt. Come Miſtris, you muſt tel's another Tale. Aemilia, run you to the Cittadell, And tell my Lord and Lady, what hath happ'd: Will you go on afore? This is the night That either makes me, or foredoes me quight.