SCENE XI. Manent lago and Montano. Mont. To the platform, mafters; come, let's fet the watch. Iago. You fee this fellow that is gone before; He is a foldier fit to stand by Cæfar, And give direction. And do but fee his vice; The one as long's the other. 'Tis pity of him; Will fhake this island. Mont. But is he often thus ? Iago. 'Tis evermore the prologue to his fleep. Mont. It were well The General were put in mind of it: 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 It were an honeft action to fay fo lago. Not I; for this fair ifland; I do love Caffio well, and would do much [Within, Help! help! Re-enter Caffio, purfuing 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. 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 maz zard. Mont. Come, come, you're drunk. Caf. Drunk? [They fight. lago. Away, I fay; go out, and cry a mutiny. [Exit Rodorigo. Nay, good Lieutenant-Alas, Gentleman --Help, ho! -Lieutenant- Sir MontanoHelp, mafters! here's a goodly watch indeed Who'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. SCENE XII. Enter Othello, and Attendants. Oth. 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- Have you forgot all fenfe of place and duty? Thofe Thofe legs that brought me to a part of it! Oth. How comes it, Michael, you are thus forgot? Caf I pray you, pardon me, I cannot speak. Oth. Worthy Montano, you were wont to be civil: The gravity and ftillness of your youth The world hath noted; and your name is great And spend your rich opinion for the name Mont. Worthy Othello, I am hurt to danger; Your officer, lago, can inform you, While I fpare fpeech, which fomething now offends me,. Oth. Now, by Heav'n, My blood begins my fafer guides to rule; Or do but lift this arm, the best of you Shall fink in my rebuke. Give me to know Mont. If partially affin'd, or leagu'd in office, lago. Touch me not fo near: I'd rather have this tongue cut from my mouth, * felf charity, for charity inherent in the perfon's nature. There There comes a fellow crying out for help, The town might fall in fright. He, fwift of foot, More of this matter cannot I report. But men are men; the best fometimes forget: From him that fled fome ftrange indignity, Oth. I know, Iago, Thy honesty 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, fweeting come to bed. Iago, look with care about the town, And filence thofe whom this vile brawl distracted. To have their balmy flumbers wak'd with ftrife. [Exeunt. SCENE XIII. Manent Iago and Caffio. Lago. What, are you hurt, Lieutenant ? Caf. Paft all furgery. 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 lago. As I am an honeft man, I had thought you had receiv'd fome bodily wound; there is more fenfe in that than in reputation. Reputation is an idle and mofl false impofition; oft got without merit, and lost without deferving. You have loft no reputation at all, unless you repute yourself fuch a lofer. What, man,there are ways to recover the General again. You are but now caft in his mood, a punishment more in policy than in malice; even fo as one would beat his of fenceless dog, to affright an imperious lion. Sue to him again, and he's your's. Caf. I will rather fue to be defpis'd, than to deceive fo good a commander, with fo flight, fo drunken, and fo indifcreet an officer. Drunk? and fpeak parrot * ? and fquabble? fwagger? fwear? and difcourfe fuftian with one's own fhadow? Oh thou invincible spirit of wine! if thou haft no name to be known by, let us call thee devil. Iago. What was he that you follow'd with your fword? what had he done to you? Caf. I know not. Iago. Is't poffible? Caf. I remember a mafs of things, but nothing dif tinctly; a quarrel, but nothing wherefore. Oh, that men fhould put an enemy in their mouths, to fteal away their brains that we fhould with joy, pleasance, revel, and applause, transform ourselves into beafts. Iago. Why, but you are now well enough: how came you thus recover'd? Caf. It has pleased the devil Drunkenness to give place to the devil Wrath; one unperfectnefs fhews me another, to make me frankly despise myself. Iago. Come, you are too fevere a moraler. As the time, the place, and the condition of this country stands, I could heartily with this had not befallen: but fince it is as it is, mend it for your own good. A phrafe fignifying to act foolishly and childishly. |