Cas. What hoa? no Watch? No passage?
Murther, Murther
Gra. 'Tis some mischance, the voyce is very direfull
Cas. Oh helpe
Lodo. Hearke
Rod. Oh wretched Villaine
Lod. Two or three groane. 'Tis heauy night;
These may be counterfeits: Let's think't vnsafe
To come into the cry, without more helpe
Rod. Nobody come: then shall I bleed to death.
Enter Iago.
Lod. Hearke
Gra. Here's one comes in his shirt, with Light, and
Weapons
Iago. Who's there?
Who's noyse is this that cries on murther?
Lodo. We do not know