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lago. Oh sweet England.

King Stephen was an a worthy peer,

" His breeches coít hin but a crown; “ He held them fixpence all too dear,

" With that he call'd the tailor lown..
“ He was a wight of high renown,

“ And thou art but of low degree:
“'Tis pride that pulls the country down,

« Then take thine auld cloak about thee. Some wine, ho!

Caf. Why, this is a more exquisite fong than the other.

lago. Will you hear't again?

Gas. No, for I hold him to be unworthy of his place that does these things. Well Heaven's above all; and there be fouls that must be saved, and there be fouls must not be saved.

lago. It's true, good Lieutenant,

Caf For mine own part, (no offence to the General, nor any man of quality ;) I hope to be saved.

lago. And so do I too, Lieutenant. Caf. 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

----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.

Gent. Excellent well.

Caf. Why, very well then : you must not think then that I am drunk.

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our firs

Manent IAGO and MONTANO.
Mont. To the platform, masters; come, let's set

the Watch. lago. You see this fellow that is gone before; He is a soldier fit to stand by Cæfar, And give direction. And do but fee his vice; 'Tis to his virtues a just equinox, The one as long as the other. 'Tis pily 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,
-He'll watch the horologue a double set,
If drink rock not his cradle.

Mont. It were well
The General were put in mind of it:
Perhaps he sees it not; or his good nature
Prizes the virtue that appears in Catlio,
And looks not on his evils : is not this true?

Enter RODORIGO. lago. How now, Rodorigo ! I pray you, after the Lieutenant, go. [Exit Red,

Mont. And ’tis great pity, that the noble Moor Should hazard such a place as his own second, With one of an ingraft infirmity; It were an honest action to say fo Unto the Moor.

lago. Not I, for this fair island; I do love Callio well, and would do much To cure him of this evil. Hark, what noise?

[Within, Help! help! Re-enter CASS10, pursuing RODORIGO, Caf. You rogue ! you rascal!

Mont. What's the matter,

Lieutenant ?
Caf. A knave teach me my duty! I'll beat the
knave into a twiggen bottle.

Rod. Beat me
Caf. Doft thou prate, rogue?
Mont. Nay, good Lieutenant;

[Staying him. I pray you, Sir, hold your hand.

Caf. Let me go, Sir, or I'll knock you o'er the mazzard.

Mont. Come, come, you're drunk.
Caf. Drunk -----

[They fight. lago. Away, I say, go out and cry a mutiny,

[Exit Rodorigo. May, good Lieutenant-Alas, gentlemen.-... Help, ho!---Lieutenant-----Sir-----Montano ----Help, masters ! here's a goodly watch, indeed----Who's that who rings the bell-------diablo, ho!

[Bell rings. The town will rise. Fy, fy, Lieutenant ! hold: You will be shanied for ever.

Enter OTHELLO, and Attendants.
Oth. What is the matter here?
Mont. I bleed still, I am hurt, but not to th'

Oth. Fold, for

your lives.
lago. Hold, ho! Lieutenant-Sir-Montano-

Have you forgot all sense of place and duty ?
The General speaks to you-hoid, hold, for thaie--
Oth. Why, how now, ho! from whence ariseth

Are we turned Turks and to ourselves do that
Which heaven hath forbid the Ottomires?
For Chriftian Thame, put by this barbarous brawl;
He that stirs next to carve for his own rage,

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Holds kis foul light: he dies upon his motion.
Silence that dreadful bell; it frights the isle
From her propriety. What is the matter?
Honet Iago, that looks dead with grieving,
Speak, who began this ? on thy love, I charge thee.

lage. 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 fome planet had unwitted men,)
Swords out, and tilting one at other's breasts,
In opposition bloody. I can't speak
Any beginning to this peevish odds;
And 'would in action glorious I had lost
Those legs that brought me to a part of it!

Olh. How comes it, Michael, you are thus forgot?
Caf. I pray you, pardon me, I cannot speilk.

Oih. Worthy Montano, you were wont be civil:
The gravity and stillness of your youth
The world hath noted, and your name is great
In mouths of wiseft cenfure. What's the maiter,
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 lago can inform you, While I spare speech, which something now offends Of all that I do know; nor know I anght [me, By me that's faid or done amiss this night, Unless self-charity be sometimes a vice, And to defend ourselves it be a fin, When violence assails us.

Oth, Now, by Heaven, My blood begins my fafer guides to rule; And passion, having my best judgment cholered, Afsays to lead the way. If I once ftir, Or do but lift this arm, the best of you VOL. XII.


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,
Shall lose me.- What, in a town of war,
Yet wild; the people's hearts brimful of fear,
To manage private and domestic quarrel,
In night, and on the court of guard and safety? (28)
'Tis monstrous. Say, Iago, who began't?

Mont. If partially affined, or leagued in office,
Thou dost deliver more or less than truth,
Thou art no foldier.

Iago. Touch me not so near:
I'd rather have this tongue cut from my mouth,
Than it should do offence to Michael Caflio:
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 Catrio following with determined sword
To execute upon him. Sir, this gentleman
Steps in to Caffio, and intreats his paule;
Myself the crying fellow did pursue,
Lest by his clamour (as it so fell out)

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(28) In right, and on the court and guard of safety?} This is spokea by Othello; but gaurd of lofety, though coupled with a word of synonyinous construction, was never a foldier's language. I have ventured to make the conjunction and sign of the genitive case change places : and so the phrase in use is restored, though against the authority of the printed copies.

In night, and on the court of guard and safety? So, before;

The lieutenant to-night watches on the curt of guard. And, again;

Good Michael, look you to the guard to-night. And fo in Antony and Cleopatra ;

Let's bear him to the court of guard; he is of notc.

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