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Help, ho!-Lieutenant,-sir,-Montano,-sir;Help, masters !—Here's a goodly watch, indeed!
[Bell rings. Who's that that rings the bell ?—Diablo, ho! The town will rise: God's will, lieutenant! hold; You will be sham'd for ever.
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 upon his motion.Silence 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. lago. I do not know;—friends all but now, even
now, In quarter, and in terms like bride and groom Devesting them for bed: and then, but now,
• He dies.] i.e. he shall die.
(As if some planet had unwitted men,)
Oth. How comes it, Michael, you are thus for
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, And spend your rich opinion, for the name Of a night-brawler? give me answer to it.
Mon. Worthy Othello, I am hurt to danger;
Now, by heaven,
you are thus forgot?] i. e. you have thus forgot yourself.
self-charity-] Care of one's self. 9 And passion, having my best judgment collied,) Othello means, that passion has discoloured his judgment. To colly, anciently sig. nified to besmut, to blacken as with coal.
And he that is approv'd' in this offence,
Mon. If partially affin'd, or leagu'd in office,
Touch me not so near:
he that is approv'd-] He that is convicted by proof, of having been engaged in this offence.
? if partially affin'd,] Afrin'd is bound by proximity of relationship; but here it means related by nearness of office.
As men in rage strike those that wish them best,
I know, Iago,
Enter DesdeMONA, attended.
Look, if my gentle love be not rais'd up;-
What's the matter, dear?
[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 soldiers' life, To have their balmy slumbers wak'd with strife.
[Exeunt all but Jago and Cassio. Iago. What, are you hurt, lieutenant ? Cas. Ay, past all surgery: Iago. Marry, heaven forbid !
Cas. Reputation, reputation, reputation! O, I have lost my reputation! J have lost the immortal part, sir, of myself, and what remains is bestial.My reputation, lago, 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 you 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?
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
cast in his mood,] Ejected in his anger.
and speak parrot?] A phrase signifying to act foolishly and childishly.