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Enter Othello, and Attendants. Oth.
What is the matter here? Mon. I bleed still, I am hurt to the death ;-he
dies. Oth. Hold, for your lives. Iago. Hold, hold, lieutenant, sir, Montano,
gentlemen, Have you forgot all sense of place and duty ? Hold, hold! the general speaks to you; hold, for
shame! Oth. Why, how now, ho! from whence ariseth,
this? Are we turn’d 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
his motion. lence that dreadful bell, it frights the isle From her propriety. - What is the matter, mas
ters? Honest Iago, that look'st dead with grieving, Speak, who began this? on thy love, I charge thee. Iago. I do not know ; — friends all but now,
even now, In quarter, and in terms: and then, but now, (As if some planet had unwitted men,) Swords out, and tilting one at other's breast, In opposition bloody, I cannot speak Any beginning to this peevish odds ; And 'would in action glorious I had lost These legs, that brought me to a part of it! Oth. How comes it, Michael, you are thus for
got? Cas. I pray you, pardon me, I cannot speak. Oth. 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 wisest censure; What 's the matter,
That you unlace your reputation thus,
Mon. Worthy Othello, I am hurt to danger;
Now, by heaven,
rebuke. Give me to know
What! in a town of war,
Mon. If partially affin'd', or leagu'd in office,
Touch me not so near : I had rather have this tongue cut from my m
mouth, Than it should do offence to Michael Cassio ; Yet, I persuade myself, to speak the truth Shall nothing wrong him. Thus it is, general. Montano and myself being in speech, There comes a fellow, crying out for help; And Cassio following him with determin’d sword,
1 Darkened. 2 Convicted by proof.
3 Related by nearness of office.
To execute upon him : Sir, this
gentleman Steps in to Cassio, and entreats 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 ; and I return'd 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 them. More of this matter can I not report: But men are men; the best sometimes forget :Though Cassio did some little wrong to him, As men in rage strike those that wish them best, Yet, surely, Cassio, I believe, receiv'd, From him that fled, some strange indignity, Which patience could not pass. Oth.
I know, Iago, Thy honesty and love doth mince this matter, Making it light to Cassio : - Cassio, I love thee; But never more be officer of mine.
Enter DESDEMONA, attended. Look, if my gentle love be not rais'd
up; I'll make thee an example. Des.
What 's the matter, dear? Oth. All 's well now, sweeting ; Come away to
bed. Sir, for your hurts, Myself will be your surgeon : Lead him off.
[TO MONTANO, who is led off: 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 wak’d with 'strife.
[Exeunt all but Iago and Cassio. VOL. X.
Iago. What, are you hurt, lieutenant ?
Cas. Reputation, reputation, reputation ! O, I have lost my reputation! I have lost the immortal part, sir, of myself, and what remains is bestial. My reputation, Iago, my reputation.
Tago. As I am an honest man, I thought you had received some bodily wound; there is more offence 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 affright 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? -0 thou invisible spirit of wine, if thou hast no name to be known by, let us call thee - devil ! Iago.. What was he that
followed with your sword? What had he done to you?
Cas. I know not.
Cas. I remember a mass of things, but nothing distinctly; a quarrel, but nothing wherefore. -0, that men should put an enemy in their mouths, to steal away their brains ! that we should, with joy, revel, pleasure, and applause, transform ourselves into beasts !
Iago. Why, but you are now well enough: How came you thus recovered ?
4 Dismissed in his anger.
s Talk idly.
Cas. It hath pleased the devil, drunkenness, to give place to the devil, wrath : one unperfectness shows me another, to make me frankly despise myself.
Iago. Come, you are too severe a moraler: As the time, the place, and the condition of this country stands, I could heartily wish this had not befallen; but, since it is as it is, mend it for your own good.
Cas. I will ask him for my place again ; he shall tell me, I am a drunkard ! Had I as many mouths as Hydra, such an answer would stop them all. To be now a sensible man, by and by a fool, and presently a beast! O strange!- Every inordinate cup is unblessed, and the ingredient is a devil.
Iago. Come, come, good wine is a good familiar creature, if it be well used; exclaim no more against it. And, good lieutenant, I think, you think I love you.
Cas. I have well approved it, sir. — I drunk!
Iago. You, or any man living, may be drunk at some time, man. I'll tell what
shall do. Our general's wife is now the general; - I may say so in this respect, for that he hath devoted and given up himself to the contemplation, mark, and denotement of her parts and graces : - confess yourself freely to her; importune her; she 'll help to put you in your place again: she is of so free, so kind, so apt, so blessed a disposition, that she holds it a vice in her goodness, not to do more than she is requested: This broken joint, between you and her husband, entreat her to splinter; and, my fortunes against any lay "worth naming, this crack of your love shall grow stronger than it was before.
Cas. You advise me well.
Iago. I protest, in the sincerity of love, and honest kindness.
6 Bet or wager.