IAGO.
Who’s there? Whose noise is this that cries on murder?
LODOVICO.
We do not know.
IAGO.
Did not you hear a cry?
CASSIO.
Here, here! for heaven’s sake, help me!
IAGO.
What’s the matter?
GRATIANO.
This is Othello’s ancient, as I take it.
LODOVICO.
The same indeed, a very valiant fellow.
IAGO.
What are you here that cry so grievously?
CASSIO.
Iago? O, I am spoil’d, undone by villains!
Give me some help.
IAGO.
O me, lieutenant! What villains have done this?