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Help, ho!

Rod. Beat me
Cal. Doft thou. prate, rogue ?

Mont. Nay, good lieutenant; [Staying him.
I pray you, Sir, hold your hand.
Cal. Let me go, Sir, or I'll knock you o'er the mazzard,
Mont. Come, come, you're drunk.
Cal. Drunk?

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

[Exit Rodorigo. Nay, good lieutenant-Alas, gentlemen

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! hoid: You will be sham'd for ever.

Enter Othello, and Attendants.
Oth. What is the matter here?
Mont. I bleed still, I am hurt, but not to th' death,
Oth. Hold, for
Iago. Hold, ho! lieutenant-

-Sir -Montano
Gentlemen-
Have you forgot all place of sense and duty?
The General Tpeaks to you-hold, 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 Oitomites ?
For christian shame, put by this barbarous brawl;
He, that stirs next to carve for his own rage,
Holds his soul light: lie dies upon his motion,
Silence that dreadful bell; it frights the isle
From her propriety. What is the matter?
Honest Iago, that looks dead with grieving,
Speaks who began this ? on thy love, I charge thee.

Iago. I do not know; friends all, but now, ev’n now In quarter and in terms like bride and groom Divesting them for bed; and then, but now (As if some planet had unwitted men,) Swords out, and tilting one at other's breasts,

your lives.

In oppofition bloody. I can't speak
Any beginning to this peevith odds,
And, 'would, in action glorious I had lost
Those legs that brought me to a part of it!

Oth. How comes it, Michael, you are thus forgot?
Caf. 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 wiseft cenfure. What's the matter,
That you anlace 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; Your offier, lago, can inform you, While I spare ipeech, which fomething now offends me, Of all that I do know; nor know I aught By me that's faid or done amiss this night, Unless self-charity be sometimes a vice, And to defend ourselves it be a sin, When violence aflails us.

Orb. Now, by heav'n, My blood begins my fafer guides to rule ; And passion, having my beit judgment choler'd, Alfays to lead the way. If I once ftir, 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 approv'd in this offence, Tho' he had twinn'd with me both at a birth, Shall lose me. What, in a town of war, Yet wild, the people's hearts brim-full of fear, To manage private and domeitic quarrel? In night, and on the Court of Guard and Safety ; (19)

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(19) In night, and on the Court and Guard of Safety?] This is froken by Oikelis; but Guard of Safity, though coupled with a Word oi Synonyinous Conilruction, was never Soldier's Langtiage. I have ven'ured to make the Conjur:fiion, and Sign of the Genitive Cofe change Places : and fo the Phrafe in Ule is ze ftored, though agairilt the Authority of the printed Copies,

'Tis monstrous. Say, Iago, who began't?

Mon. If partially affin'd, or leagu'd in office,
Thou dost deliver more or less than truth
Thou art no soldier.

Iago. Touch me not so near :
I'd rather have this tongue cut from my mouth,
Than it should do offence to Michael Caso:
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 Caffio following with determin’d sword,
To execute upon him. Sir, this gentleman
Steps in to Cafio, and intreats his pause;
Myself the crying fellow did pursue,
Left by his clamour (as it fo fell out)
The town might fall in fright. He; swift of foot,
Out-ran my purpose: I return'd, the rather
For that I heard the clink and fall of swords,
And Caffio 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 cannot I report.
But men are men ; the best sometimes forget;
Tho' Casio did fome little wrong to him,
As men in rage strike those that with them best,
Yet, surely, Callio, I believe, receiv'd
From him, that fled, fome strange indignity,
Which patience could not pafs.

Oth. I know, logo,
Thy honesty and love doth mince this matter,
Making it light to Casio. Calsro, I love thee,
But never more be officer of mire.

Enter Desdemona attended. Look, if my gentle love be not rais'd up: I'll make thee an example.

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Def. What's the matter?

Oth. All is well, Sweeting, come to-bed.
Sir, for your hurts, myself will be your surgeon.
Lead him off:
lago, look with care about the town,
And filence those whom this vile brawl distracted.
Come, Desdemona, 'tis the soldier's life,
To have their balmy flumbers wak'd with strife.

[Exeunt. Manent Iago and Caslio. Iago. What, are you hurt, lieutenant? Cof. Paft all Surgery. lago. Marry, heav'n forbid !

Caf. Reputation, reputation, reputation! oh I have lost my reputation! I have lost the immortal part of myself, and what remains is beftial. My reputation! Jego, my reputation

lago. As I am an honest man, I had thought, you had receiv'd 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 loft without deserving You have loft 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.

Caj. I will rather sue to be despis’d, than to deceive fo good a commander, with fo flight, fo drunken, and so indiscreet an officer. Drunk, and speak? Parrot, and squabble? swagger? fwear ? and discourse fuftian 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, logo. What was he that you follow'd with your

sword? what had he done to you? Caf. I know not.

Jaga.

Iago. Is't possible ?

Caf. I remember a mass of things, but nothing difindly: a quarrel, but nothing wherefore. Oh, that men should put an enemy in their mouths, to steal away their brains ! that we should with joy, pleasance, revel, and applause, transform ourselves into beasts.

Iago. Why, but you are now well enough: how came you thus recovered?

Caf. It has pleas'd the devil, drunkenness, to give place to the devil, wrath ; one unperfectness shews me another, to make me frankly despise myself.

lago. 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.

Caf. I will ask him for my place again; he mall tell me, I am a drunkard !, had I as many mouths as Hydra, such an answer would stop them all. To be now a fenfible man, by and by a fool, and presently a beast? -- Every inordinate cup is un bless'd, and the ingredient is a devil.

lago. Come, come, good wine is a good familiar creature, if it be well us’d: exclaim no more against it. And, good lieutenant, I think, you think, I love you.

Caf. I have well approv'd it, Sir. I drunk !

lago. You, or any man living, may be drunk at some time, man. I tell you what you shall do: our General's wife is now the General. I may say so, in this respect, for that he hath devoted and giv’n up himself to the contemplation, mark and denotement of her parts and graces, (20). Confess yourself freely to her: importune

her

(20) For that be baih devoted, and given up bimself to the Contemplation, Mark, and Devotement of her Parts and Graces.] I remember, it is said of Antony, in the Beginning of bis Tragedy, that He, who used to fix his Eyes altogether on the dreadful Ranges of War,

not bends, now turns, The Office and Devotion of their View

Upon a Strumpet's Front. This is fincly express’d; but I cannot persuade myself that our Poet

would

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