LODOVICO.
He, sir.
IAGO.
I cry you mercy. Here’s Cassio hurt by villains.
GRATIANO.
Cassio!
IAGO.
How is’t, brother?
CASSIO.
My leg is cut in two.
IAGO.
Marry, heaven forbid!
Light, gentlemen, I’ll bind it with my shirt.
Enter Bianca.
BIANCA.
What is the matter, ho? Who is’t that cried?
IAGO.
Who is’t that cried?
BIANCA.
O my dear Cassio, my sweet Cassio! O Cassio, Cassio, Cassio!