IAGO.
O notable strumpet! Cassio, may you suspect
Who they should be that have thus mangled you?
CASSIO.
No.
GRATIANO.
I am sorry to find you thus; I have been to seek you.
IAGO.
Lend me a garter. So.—O, for a chair,
To bear him easily hence!
BIANCA.
Alas, he faints! O Cassio, Cassio, Cassio!
IAGO.
Gentlemen all, I do suspect this trash
To be a party in this injury.
Patience awhile, good Cassio. Come, come;
Lend me a light. Know we this face or no?
Alas, my friend and my dear countryman
Roderigo? No. Yes, sure; O heaven! Roderigo.
GRATIANO.
What, of Venice?
IAGO.
Even he, sir. Did you know him?
GRATIANO.
Know him? Ay.
IAGO.
Signior Gratiano? I cry you gentle pardon.
These bloody accidents must excuse my manners,
That so neglected you.