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Enter RODERIGO. Iago. How now, Roderigo ?

[Aside. I pray you, after the lieutenant; go.

Erit RODERIGO. Mon. And 'tis great pity, that the noble Moor Should hazard such a place, as his own second, With one of an ingraft infirmity :: It were an honest action, to say So to the Moor. Iago.

Not I, for this fair island: I do love Cassio well; and would do much To cure him of this evil. But hark! what noise?

[Cry within,-Help! help!

Re-enter Cassio, driving in RODERIGO.
Cas. You rogue! you rascal!
Mon. What's the matter, lieutenant?

Cas. A knave !-teach me my duty !
I'll beat the knave into a twiggen bottle.

Rod. Beat me!

Dost thou prate, rogue ?

[Striking RODERIGO. Mon.

Nay, good lieutenant;

[Staying him. I pray you, sir, hold your hand. Cas.

Let me go, sir, Or I'll knock you o'er the mazzard. Mon.

Come, come, you're drunk. Cas. Drunk!

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

[ Aside to Rod. who goes out, Nay, good lieutenant, —alas, gentlemen,

ingraft infirmity :] An infirmity rooted, settled in his constitution.

into a twiggen bottlc.] i. e, a wickered bottle.


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.

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. Iago. 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,

4 He dies.] i. e. he shall die.
s From her propriety.] From her regular and proper state.
6 In quarter,] i e. on our station.

(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


you unlace


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

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 officer, Iago, can inform you-
While I spare speech, which something now offends
Of all that I do know: nor know I aught
By me that's said or done amiss this night;
Unless self-charity be sometime a vice;
And to defend ourselves it be a sin,
When violence assails us.

Now, by heaven,
My blood begins my safer guides to rule ;
And passion, having my best judgment collied,"
Assays to lead the way: If I once stir,
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;

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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,

passion has discoloured his judgment. To colly, anciently signified to besmut, to blacken as with coal.

And he that is approv'd' in this offence,
Though 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 brimful of fear,
To manage private and domestick quarrel,
In night, and on the court and guard of safety!
'Tis monstrous.- Iago, who began it?

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

Touch me not so near : I had rather have this tongue cut from my 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 determind sword, 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,

- he that is approv'd-] He that is convicted by proof, of having been engaged in this offence.

If partially aflin'd,] Affin'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,
Yet, surely, Cassio, I believe, receiv'd,
From him that fled, some strange indignity,
Which patience could not pass.

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 soldiers' life, To have their balmy slumbers wak'd with strife.

[Exeunt all but Iago 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! I have lost the immortal part, sir, of myself, and what remains is bestial. My reputation, Iago, my reputation.

Iago. 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



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