Iago. I cry you mercy: here's Cassio hurt by Villaines
Gra. Cassio?
Iago. How is't Brother?
Cas. My Legge is cut in two
Iago. Marry heauen forbid:
Light Gentlemen, Ile binde it with my shirt.
Enter Bianca.
Bian. What is the matter hoa? Who is't that cry'd?
Iago. Who is't that cry'd?
Bian. Oh my deere Cassio,
My sweet Cassio: Oh Cassio, Cassio, Cassio
Iago. O notable Strumpet. Cassio, may you suspect
Who they should be, that haue thus mangled you?
Cas. No
Gra. I am sorry to finde you thus;
I haue beene to seeke you
Iago. Lend me a Garter. So: - Oh for a Chaire
To beare him easily hence
Bian. Alas he faints. Oh Cassio, Cassio, Cassio
Iago. Gentlemen all, I do suspect this Trash
To be a party in this Iniurie.
Patience awhile, 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
Gra. What, of Venice?
Iago. Euen he Sir: Did you know him?
Gra. Know him? I