Forgive our fins-gentlemen, let's look to our bufinefs. 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. SCEN NE XI, Mont. T [Exit. O the platform, mafters; come, let's fet the Watch. Iago. You fee this fellow, that is gone before; He is a foldier, fit to ftand by Cæfar, And give direction. And do but fee his vice; 'Tis to his virtues a juft equinox, The one as long as th' other. 'Tis pity of him; I fear, the truft Othello puts him in, On fome odd time of his infirmity, Will shake this island. Mont. But is he often thus ? Iago. 'Tis evermore the prologue to his fleep. He'll watch the horologue a double fet, If drink rock not his cradle. Mont. It were well, The General were put in mind of it: Perhaps, he fees it not; or his good nature Prizes the virtue that appears in Caffio, And looks not on his evils: is not this true? Enter Rodorigo. Iago. How now, Rodorigo! I pray you, after the lieutenant, go. [Exit Rod. Mont. And 'tis great pity, that the noble Moor Should hazard fuch a Place as his own Second, With one of an ingraft infirmity; It were an honest action to say so Iago. Not I, for this fair island; I do love Caffio well, and would do much Re-enter Caffio, pursuing Rodorigo. Caf. You rogue ! you rafcal! 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; I pray you, Sir, hold your hand. [Staying him. Caf. Let me go, Sir, or I'll knock you o'er the mazzard. Mont. Come, come, you're drunk. Caf. Drunk? [They fight. Iago. Away, I say, go out and cry a mutiny. [Exit Rodorigo. Nay, good lieutenant-Alas, gentlemenHelp, ho-Lieutenant-Sir-MontanoHelp, mafters.! here's a goodly watch, indeedWho's that, who rings the bell- -diablo, ho! [Bell rings. The town will rife. Fie, fie, lieutenant! hold: You will be fham'd for ever. N'E XII. Enter Othello, and Attendants. S CE Oth. WH WHAT is the matter here? Mont. I bleed ftill, I am hurt, but not to th' death. Oth. Hold, for your lives. Iago. Hold, ho! lieutenant--Sir-Montano Gentlemen Iago. Have you forgot all fense of place and duty ?> For chriftian fhame, put by this barbarous brawl; now In quarter,, and in terms like bride and groom Oth. How comes it, Michael, you are thus forgot? Your officer, Iago, can inform you, While I fpare speech, which fomething now offends me, Of all that I do know; nor know I aught And And to defend ourselves it be a fin, Oth. Now, by heav'n, My blood begins my fafer guides to rule; Mont. If partially affin'd, or leagu'd in office, Iago. Touch me not fo near : I'd rather have this tongue cut from my mouth, Shall nothing wrong him. Thus 'tis, General : There comes a fellow crying out for help, Left by his clamour (as it fo fell out) The town might fall in fright. He, fwift of foot, When When you yourself did part them. But men are men; the best sometimes forget; As men in rage ftrike thofe that wish them best, Oth. I know, Iago, Thy honefty and love doth mince this matter, Enter Defdemona attended. Look if my gentle love be not rais'd up: Def. What's the matter? Oth. All is well, Sweeting, come to bed. Sir, for your hurts, myself will be your furgeon,. Lead him off. Iago, look with care about the town, And filence those whom this vile brawl distracted. Come, Desdemona, 'tis the foldiers' life, To have their balmy flumbers wak'd with ftrife. S CE NE [Exeunt XIII. Manent Iago and Caffio. Jago. WHAT, are you hurt, lieutenant? Caf. Paft all Surgery. Iago. Marry, heav'n forbid! Caf. Reputation, reputation, reputation! oh I have loft my reputation! I have loft the immortal part of myself, and what remains is beftial. My reputation! Iago, my reputation— Iago. As I am an honest man, I had thought, you had receiv'd fome bodily wound; there is more fenfa |