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I fear, the trust Othello puts him in,
On some odd time of his infirmity,
Will shake this island.


But is he often thus?

Iago. 'Tis evermore the prologue to his sleep: He'll watch the horologe 42 a double set,

If drink rock not his cradle.


It were well,

The general were put in mind of it.
Perhaps, he sees it not; or his good nature
Prizes the virtue that appears in Cassio,
And looks not on his evils; Is not this true?


Iago. How now, Roderigo?

I pray you, after the lieutenant; go.


[Exit 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.


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 43.

[blocks in formation]

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

[Aside to Roderigo, who goes out.

Nay, good lieutenant,-alas, gentlemen,

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


Oth. Hold, for your lives.

Tago. Hold, hold, lieutenant-sir, Montano,-gen


Have you forgot all sense of place and duty?

Hold, hold! the general speaks to you; hold, for


Oth. Why, how now, ho! from whence ariseth


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-


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


In quarter, and in terms like bride and groom
Devesting them for bed: and then, but now,
(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 forgot?
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 "5, for the name
Of a night-brawler? give me answer to it.

Mon. Worthy Othello, I am hurt to danger;

Your officer, lago, 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 judgement collied 46,
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;
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 determin'd 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,-
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.

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