Cassio What, ho! no watch? no passage? murder! murder!
Gratiano
Gratiano. 'Tis some mischance; the cry is very direful.
Gratiano Venetian nobleman, kinsman to Brabantio Tragedy · Othello
Gratiano's lines in Othello
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Lodovico Hark!
Gratiano
Gratiano. Here's one comes in his shirt, with light and weapons.
Iago What's the matter?
Gratiano
Gratiano. This is Othello's ancient, as I take it.
Iago I cry you mercy. Here's Cassio hurt by villains.
Gratiano
Gratiano. Cassio!
Cassio No.
Gratiano
Gratiano. I am to find you thus: I have been to seek you.
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
Gratiano. What, of Venice?
Iago Even he, sir; did you know him?
Gratiano
Gratiano. Know him! ay.
Iago Signior Gratiano? I cry you gentle pardon; These bloody accidents must excuse my manners, That so neglected you.
Gratiano
Gratiano. I am glad to see you.
Iago How do you, Cassio? O, a chair, a chair!
Gratiano
Gratiano. Roderigo!
Iago O, that's well said; the chair!
Gratiano
Gratiano. 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?
Emilia O, are you come, Iago? you have done well, That men must lay their murders on your neck.
Gratiano
Gratiano. What is the matter?
Othello Nay, stare not, masters: it is true, indeed.
Gratiano
Gratiano. 'Tis a strange truth.
Othello [Rising] O, she was foul! I scarce did know you, uncle: there lies your niece, Whose breath, indeed, these hands have newly stopp'd: I know this act shows horrible and grim.
Gratiano
Gratiano. Poor Desdemona! 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 reprobation.
Emilia I will not.
Gratiano
Gratiano. Fie! Your sword upon a woman?
Othello Are there no stones in heaven But what serve for the thunder?--Precious villain!
Gratiano
Gratiano. The woman falls; sure, he hath kill'd his wife.
Emilia Ay, ay: O, lay me by my mistress' side.
Gratiano
Gratiano. He's gone, but his wife's kill'd.
Othello I have another weapon in this chamber; It is a sword of Spain, the ice-brook's temper:-- O, here it is. Uncle, I must come forth.
Gratiano
Gratiano. [Within] If thou attempt it, it will cost thee dear: Thou hast no weapon, and perforce must suffer.
Othello Look in upon me then and speak with me, Or, naked as I am, I will assault thee.
Gratiano
Gratiano. What is the matter?
Lodovico What, not to pray?
Gratiano
Gratiano. Torments will ope your lips.
Lodovico O bloody period!
Gratiano
Gratiano. All that's spoke is marr'd.