Oth. It is even so.[6633]
Cas. O, help, ho! light! a surgeon! 30
Oth. 'Tis he. O brave Iago, honest and just,
That hast such noble sense of thy friend's wrong!
Thou teachest me. Minion, your dear lies dead,
And your unblest fate hies: strumpet, I come![6634]
Forth of my heart those charms, thine eyes, are blotted;[6635] 35
Thy bed lust-stain'd shall with lust's blood be spotted.
[Exit.
Enter Lodovico and Gratiano.[6636]
Cas. What, ho! no watch? no passage? murder! murder![6637]
Gra. 'Tis some mischance; the cry is very direful.[6638]
Cas. O, help!
Lod. Hark! 40
Rod. O wretched villain!