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He was a wight of high renown,
And thou art but of low degree:
Then take thine auld cloak about thee.
Some wine, ho!
Cas. Why, this is a more exquisite song than the other.
Iago. Will you hear it again?
Cas. No; for I hold him to be unworthy of his place, that does those things.—Well,—Heaven's above all; and there be souls that must be saved, and there be souls must not be saved.
Iagó. It's true, good lieutenant.
Cas. For mine own part,—no offence to the general, nor any man of quality,— I hope to be saved.
Iago. And so do I too, lieutenant.
Cas. Ay, but, by your leave, not before me; the lieutenant is to be saved before the ancient. Let's have no more of this; let's to our affairs.--Forgive us our sins !-Gentlemen, let's look to our business. Do not think, gentlemen, I am drunk; this is my ancient;—this is my right hand, and this is
left hand:-I am not drunk now; I can stand well enough, and speak well enough.
All. Excellent well.
Cas. Why, very well, then: you must not think then that I am drunk.
[Exit. Mon. To the platform, masters; come, let's set the watch.
Iago. You see this fellow, that is gone before; — He is a soldier, fit to stand by Cæsar
And give direction: and do but see his vice;
But is he often thus?
It were well,
Enter Roderigo. Iago. How now, Roderigo?
[Aside. 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.
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. A knave!-teach me my duty!
Rod. Beat me!
[Striking Roderigo. Mon.
Nay, good lieutenant;
[Staying him. I pray you, sir, hold your hand. , Cas.
Let me go, sir,
Come, come, you're drunk. Cas. Drunk!
[They fight. Iago. Away, I say! go out, and cry-a mutiny.
[Aside to Rod. who 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. Oth.
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
Oih. 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, (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
got? 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;
Now, by heaven,
Mon. If partially affin'd, or leagu’d in office,
Touch me not so near: