ACT 5
Scene 1

...be spotted.
Enter Lodovico and Gratiano.

...passage? Murder, murder!
’Tis some mischance. The voice is very direful.

...light. Hark!
Here’s one comes in his shirt, with light and weapons.

...What’s the matter?
to Lodovico
This is Othello’s ancient, as I take it.

...hurt by villains.
Cassio?

...mangled you? No.
I am sorry to find you thus; I have been to seek you.

...O heaven, Roderigo!
What, of Venice?

...you know him?
Know him? Ay.

...so neglected you.
I am glad to see you.

...chair, a chair!
Roderigo?

...fordoes me quite.
They exit in different directions.

Scene 2

...mistress! Murder, murder!
Enter Montano, Gratiano, and Iago.

...on your neck.
What is the matter?

...in her bed.
O heavens forfend!

...is true indeed.
’Tis a strange truth.

...horrible and grim.
Poor Desdemon, I am glad thy father’s dead.
Thy match was mortal to him, and pure grief
Shore his old thread in twain. Did he live now,
This sight would make him do a desperate turn,
Yea, curse his better angel from his side,
And fall to reprobance.

...I will not.
Fie, your sword upon a woman!

...kills his wife.
The woman falls! Sure he hath killed his wife.

...my mistress’ side.
He’s gone, but his wife’s killed.

...a damnèd slave.
Montano and Gratiano exit.

...must come forth.
within
If thou attempt it, it will cost thee dear;
Thou hast no weapon and perforce must suffer.

...will assault thee.
Enter Gratiano.
What is the matter?

...Not to pray?
Torments will ope your lips.

...O bloody period!
All that is spoke is marred.

...heavy heart relate.
They exit.