Gratiano
Here’s one comes in his shirt, with light and weapons.
Iago
Who’s there? whose noise is this that ones on murder?
Lodovico
We do not know.
Iago
Did not you hear a cry?
Cassio
Here, here! for heaven’s sake, help me!
Iago
What’s the matter?
Gratiano
This is Othello’s ancient, as I take it.
Lodovico
The same indeed; a very valiant fellow.
Iago
What are you here that cry so grievously?
Cassio
Iago? O, I am spoil’d, undone by villains!
Give me some help.
Iago
O me, lieutenant! what villains have done this?
Cassio
I think that one of them is hereabout,
And cannot make away.