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Enter OTHELLO, and Attendants. Oth. What is the matter here? Mont. I bleed still, I am hurt, but not to th' Oth. Hold, for your lives.
[death. Iago. Hold, ho! lieutenant-Sir Montano
gentlemen Have you forgot all sense of place and duty ? The general speaks to you-hold, hold, for shame Oth. Why, how now, ho! from whence ariseth
this? Are we turned Turks and to ourselves do that Which Heaven hath forbid the Ottomites ? For Christian shame, put by this barbarous brawl; He that stirs next to carve for his own rage, Holds his soul light : he dies upon his motion. Silence that dreadful bell; it frights the isle (50) From her propriety. What is the matter? Honest Iago, that looks dead with grieving, Speak, who began this ? on thy love, I charge thee.
Iago. I do not know; friends all, but now, ev'n In quarter and in terms like bride and groom (now Divesting them for bed ; and then, but now (As if some planet had unwitted men, Swords out, and tilting one at other's breasts, In opposition bloody. I can't speak
(50) It has been already observed, that the upper part of Cassio's person is like a bell.
Any beginning to this peevish odds ;
Oth. How comes it, Michael, you are thus forgot?
Oth. Worthy Montano, you were wont be civil :
great In mouths of wisest censure.
What's the matter, That you unlace your reputation thus, And spend your rich opinion, for the name Of a night-brawler? give me answer to it.
Mont. Worthy Othello, I am hurt to danger; Your officer Iago can inform you, While I spare speech, which something now offends Of all that I do know ; nor know I aught [me, By me that's said or done amiss this night, Unless self-charity be sometimes a vice, And to defend ourselves it be a sin, When violence assails us.
Oth. Now, by Heaven, My blood begins my safer guides to rule ; And passion, having my best judgment cholered, Assays to lead the way. If once I stir, Or do but lift this arm, the best of you Shall sink in my rebuke. Give me to know How this foul rout began ; who set it on; And he that is approved in this offence,
Tho' he had twinned with me both at a birth,
Mont, If partially affined, or leagued in office,
Iago. Touch me not so near : I'd rather have this tongue cut from my mouth Than it should do offence to Michael Cassio: Yet I persuade myself, to speak the truth Shall nothing wrong him. Thus ’tis, general: Montano and myself being in speech, There comes a fellow crying out for help, And Cassio following with determined sword To executę upon him. Sir, this gentleman Steps in to Cassio and intreats his pause; Myself the crying fellow did pursue, Lest by his clamour (as it so fell out) The town might fall in fright. He, swift of foot, Outran my purpose ; I returned, the rather For that I heard the clink and fall of swords, And Cassio high in oath; which till to-night I ne'er might say before. When I came back, (For this was brief) I found them close together At blow and thrust; even as again they were
When you yourself did part
Oth. I know, lago,
Enter DESDEMONA attended.
Des. What's the matter?
Oth. All is well, sweeting, come away to bed. Sir, for your hurts, myself will be your surgeon. Lead hini off
[(51) Iago, look with care about the town, And silence those whom this vile brawl distracted. Come, Desdemona, 'tis the soldier's life, To have their balmy slumbers waked with strife.
[Exeunt. (51) Myself will be your surgeon. This alludes to the circumstance that Othello's body and Montano's are nearly the same in their prototypes; so that one may be said to restore or make good the other.
Manent Iago and Cassto.
Cas. Reputation, reputation, reputation ! oh, I have lost my reputation! I have lost the immortal part of myself, and what remains is bestial. My reputation! Iago, my reputation.
Iago. As I am an honest man, I had thought you had received some bodily wound; there is more sense in that than in reputation. Reputation is an idle and most false imposition; oft got without merit, and lost without deserving. You have lost no reputation at all, unless you repute yourself such a loser. What man,—there are ways to recover the general again. You are but now cast in his mood, a punishment more in policy than in malice; even so as one would beat his offenceless dog, to fright an imperious lion. Sue to him again, and he's yours.
Cas. I will rather sue to be despised, than to deceive so good a commander with so slight, so drunken, and so indiscreet an officer. Drunk, and speak? parrot, and squabble? swagger? swear? and discourse fustian with one's own shadow ? oh thou invincible spirit of wine! if thou hast no name to be known by, let us call thee devil.