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 honeft action to say fo Unto the Moor.

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Iago. Not I, for this fair island. I do love Caffio well, and would do much To cure him of this evil. Hark, what noife? [Within, help! help!

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;

[Staying him.

I pray you, Sir, hold your hand.

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 fay, go out and cry a mutiny. [Exit Rodorigo. Nay, good Lieutenant-Alas, GentlemenHelp, ho!-Lieutenant-Sir-MontanoHelp, masters! here's a goodly watch, indeedWho's that, who rings the bell-diablo, ho!

[Bell rings.

The town will rife. Fy, fy, Lientenant! hold.
You will be fham'd for ever.

7-ingraft infirmity:] An infirmity rooted, fettled in his conftitution.

SCENE XIII.

Enter Othello, and Attendants.

Oth. What is the matter here?

Mont. I bleed ftill: I am hurt to the death.
Oth. Hold, for your lives,

Iago. Hold, ho! lieutenant-Sir-Montano
Gentlemen-

Have you forgot all fenfe of place and duty?
The General speaks to you. Hold, hold, for fhame---
Oth. Why, how now, ho? From whence arifeth
this?

Are we turn'd Turks? and to ourselves do that,
Which heaven hath forbid the Ottomites?
For chriftian fhame, put by this barbarous brawl;
He, that stirs next to carve for his own rage,
Holds his foul light: he dies upon his motion.
Silence that dreadful bell; it frights the ifle
From her propriety. What is the matter?
Honeft Iago, that looks 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
Divefting them for bed; and then, but now
As if fome planet had unwitted men,
Swords out, and tilting one at other's breast,
In oppofition bloody. I can't fpeak
Any beginning to this peevifh odds,
And, 'would, in action glorious I had loft
Thofe legs that brought me to a part of it!

8 So Hanmer. The reft,
all place of fenfe and du'y.
9-it frights the ifle
From her propriety.-] From

her regular and proper ftate.
■ In quarter.] In their
quarters; at their lodging.

Oth.

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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 ftillness of your youth
The world hath noted; and your name is great
In mouths of wifeft cenfure. What's the matter,

2

* That you unlace your reputation thus,

And 3 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, Tago, can inform you,
While Ifpare fpeech, which fomething now offends me,
Of all that I do know; nor know I aught

By me that's faid or done amifs this night,
Unless + self-charity be fometimes a vice,
And to defend ourselves it be a fin,
When violence affails us.

Oth. Now, by heaven,

My blood begins my fafer guides to rule;
And paffion, having my beft judgment choler'd,
Affays to lead the way. If I once stir,
Or do but lift this arm, the best of you
Shall fink 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 lofe me.-What, in a town of war,
Yet wild, the people's hearts brim-full of fear,
To manage private and domestick quarrel
In night, and on the Court of Guard and Safety?

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2 That you unlace ] Slacken, or loofen. Put in danger of dropping; or perhaps trip of its or

naments.

3fpend your rich opinion,-] Throw away and Squander a reputation fo valuable as yours.

4- felf charity] Care of one's felf.

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

'Tis

'Tis monftrous. Say, Iago, who began't?
Mon. If partially affin'd, or leagu'd in office,
Thou doft deliver more or less than truth,
Thou art no foldier.

Iago. Touch me not fo near:

I'd rather have this tongue cut from my mouth,
Than it should do offence to Michael Caffio:
Yet I perfuade myself, to fpeak the truth
Shall nothing wrong him. Thus 'tis, General:
Montano and myself being in fpeech,
There comes a fellow crying out for help,
And Caffe following with determin'd sword,
To execute upon him, Sir, this gentleman
Steps in to Caffio, and intreats his pause;
Myfelf the crying fellow did pursue,
Left by his clamour (as it fo fell out)
The town might fall in fright. He, fwift 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 fay before. When I came back,
For this was brief, I found them close together
At blow and thruft; even as again they were,
When you yourfelf did
part them.
More of this matter cannot I report.
But men are men; the best fometimes forget;
Tho' Caffio did fome little wrong to him,

*

As men in rage ftrike thofe that wish them best,
Yet, furely, Caffio, I believe, receiv'd
From him, that fled, some strange indignity,
Which patience could not pass.

Oth. I know, Iago,

Thy honesty and love doth mince this matter,
Making it light to Caffio. Caffio, I love thee,
But never more be officer of mine.

Enter

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. Here, Sweeting, come away to bed. Sir, for your hurts, myself will be your furgeon. [To Montano.

Lead him off.

Tago, look with care about the town,
And filence thofe whom this vile brawl distracted.
Come, Desdemona, 'tis the foldiers' life,
To have their balmy flumbers wak'd with ftrife.

[Exeunt.

SCENE

XIV.

Manent Iago and Caffio.

Iago. 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! Tago, my reputation

Iago. As I am an honeft man, I had thought, you had receiv'd fome bodily wound; there is more fense in that than in reputation. Reputation is an idle, and moft falfe impofition; oft got without merit, and loft without deferving. 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 caft in his mood, a punishment more in

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7.

• caft in his mood,] Ejected in his anger.

policy