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Rod. Beat me
Mont. Nay, good lieutenant; [Staying him.
[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. Why, how now, ho? from whence ariseth this?
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,
In oppofition bloody. I can't speak
Oth. How comes it, Michael, you are thus forgot?
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)
(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,
Iago. Touch me not so near :
Oth. I know, logo,
Enter Desdemona attended. Look, if my gentle love be not rais'd up: I'll make thee an example.
Def. What's the matter?
Oth. All is well, Sweeting, come to-bed.
[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.
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
(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