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Cas. Why, this is a more exquisite song than the other.
Iago. Will your hear't again ?
Cas. No, for I hold him to be unworthy of his place that does these things. WellHeaven's above all; and there be souls that must be saved, and there be souls must not be saved.
Iago. It's true, good lieutenant.
Cas. For mine own part, (no offence to the general, nor any man of quality;) I hope to be saved.
Iago. And so do I too, lieutenant.
Cas. Ay, but, by your leave, not before me. The lieutenant is to be saved before the ancient. Let's have no more of this ; let's to our affairs. Forgive our sins---Gentlemen, let's look to our business. Do not think, gentlemen, I am drunk: this is my ancient; this is my right hand, and this is my left. I am not drunk now; I can stand well enough, and I speak well enough. (47)
Gent. Excellent well.
Cas. Why, very well then: you must not think then that I am drunk.
[Exit. Manent I ago and MontanO. Mont. To the platform, masters ; come, let's
set the watch. (47) Cassio's legs, in his prototype, are straddling out one from the other, like those of a drunken man.
lago. You see this fellow that is gone before; He is a soldier fit to stand by Cæsar, And give direction. And do but see his vice ; 'Tis to his virtues a just equinox, The one as long as the other. 'Tis pity of him ; I fear, the trust Othello puts him in, On some odd time of his infirmity, Will shake this island.
Mont. But is he often thus?
Iago. 'Tis evermore the prologue to his sleep,
Mont. It were well
Mont. And 'tis great pity, that the noble Moor
Iago. Not I, for this fair island;
[Within, Help! help!
Re-enter Cassio, pursuing Rodorigo.
Cas. A knave teach me my duty! I'll beat the knave into a twiggen bottle. (48)
Rod. Beat meCas. Dost thou prate, rogue ? Mont. Nay, good lieutenant; [Staying him. I pray you, sir, hold your hand.
Cas. Let me go, sir, or l'll knock you o'er the mazzard. (49)
Mont. Come, come, you're drunk..
[They fight. Iago. Away, I say, go out and cry a mutiny.
[Exit Rodorigo. Nay, good lieutenant- Alas, gentlemen Help, ho!- lieutenant- Sir--MontanoHelp, masters ! here's a goodly watch, indeed Who's that who rings the bell-diable, ho !
[Bell rings, The town will rise. Fie, fie, lieutenant ! hold: You will be ashamed for ever.
(48) A twiggen bottle. Observe the person of Rodorigo in the moon, as covered with streaks of light resembling twigs.
(49) Knock you o'er the mazzard. Vide the streak of light, or mark as of a blow on or near Montano's mouth, in fig. 101, and more particularly in its prototype.
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
gentlemenHave you forgot all sense of place and duty ? The general speaks to you-hold, hold, for shameOth. 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 :
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,