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.
Gratiano
I am glad to see you.
Iago
How do you, Cassio? O, a chair, a chair!
Gratiano
Roderigo!
Iago
Some good man bear him carefully from hence;
I’ll fetch the general’s surgeon. For you, mistress,
Save you your labour. He that lies slain here, Cassio,
Was my dear friend: what malice was between you?