What's the matter with thee now?
Emil. O, my good lord, yonder's foul murders done![6769]
Oth. What, now?[6770] 110
Emil. But now, my lord.
Oth. It is the very error of the moon;
She comes more nearer earth than she was wont[6771]
And makes men mad.
Emil. Cassio, my lord, hath kill'd a young Venetian[6772][6773] 115
Call'd Roderigo.[6772]
Oth. Roderigo kill'd![6774]
And Cassio kill'd![6774]
Emil. No, Cassio is not kill'd.
Oth. Not Cassio kill'd! then murder's out of tune,
And sweet revenge grows harsh.
Des. O, falsely, falsely murder'd!