CASSIO.
What, ho! No watch? No passage? murder, murder!
GRATIANO.
’Tis some mischance; the cry is very direful.
CASSIO.
O, help!
LODOVICO.
Hark!
RODERIGO.
O wretched villain!
LODOVICO.
Two or three groan. It is a heavy night.
These may be counterfeits. Let’s think’t unsafe
To come in to the cry without more help.
RODERIGO.
Nobody come? Then shall I bleed to death.
Enter Iago with a light.
LODOVICO.
Hark!
GRATIANO.
Here’s one comes in his shirt, with light and weapons.