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There comes a fellow crying out for help,
Orb. I know, Iago,
Enter Desdemona attended.
Def. What's the matter?
Oth. All is well, sweeting come to bed.
[Exeunt. SCENE XIII. Manent Iago and Caflio. lago. What, are you hurt, Lieutenant ? Caf. Pait all surgery,
lago. Marry, Heav'n forbid !
Caf. Reputation, reputation, reputation ! oh I have lost my reputation ! I have lost the immortal part of myself, and what remains is bestial. My reputation ! Iago, my reputation
Iago. As I am an honest 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 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 cast in his mood, a punishment more in policy than in malice; even so 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 sue to be despis’d, than to deceive fo good a commander, with fo flight, so drunken, and so indiscreet an officer. Drunk? and speak parrot * ? and squabble? swagger? swear? and discourse fuftian with one's own shadow ? Oh thou invincible spirit of wine ! if thou hast no name to be known by, let us call thee devil.
lago. What was he that you follow'd with your sword? what had he done to you?
Caf. I know not. lago. Is't poflible ?
Cas. I remember a mass of things, but nothing diltinctly; a quarrel, but nothing wherefore. Oh, that men should put an enemy in their mouths, to steal away their brains that we should with joy, pleasance, revel, and applause, transform ourselves into beasts.
lago. Why, but you are now well enough: how came you thus recover'd?
Caf. It has pleased the devil Drunkernefs to give place to the devil Wrath; one unperfectness fhews me another, to make me frankly defpise myself.
lago. Come, you are too severe a moraler. As the time, the place, and the condition of this country stands, I could heartily wilh this had not befallen : but since it is as it is, mend it for your own good. • A phrufe fignifying to act fcolishly and childishly.
Caf. I will ask himn for my place again; he shall tell me lam à drunkard ! -had ( as many mouthis as Hydra, such an answer would stop tliem all. To be now a fenfible man, by and by a fool, and presently 2 beast ! Every inordinale cup is unbless'd, and the ingredient is a devil.
lago. Come, come, good wine is a good familiar creature, if it be well us’d: exclaim no more against it. And, good Lieutenant, I think you think i love you.
Caf. I have well approv'd it, sir I drunk !
Iago. You, or any man living, may be drunk at fome time, nian I tell
shall do. Our Gene. ral's wife is now the General. I may fay so in this refpeet; for that he hath devoted and given up himself to the contemplation, mark, and denotement of her parts and graces. Confe's yourself freely to her: im. portune her help, to put you in your place again. She is of so free, fo kind, fo apt, fo blessed a disposition, she holds it a vice in her goodness not to do more than The is requeited. This broken joint between you and her husband, intreat her to iplinter. And, my fortunes against any lay worth naming, this crack of your love thull
grow stronger than it was before. Cal. You advise me well
11:39. I protef, in the fincerity of love, and honelt kindaess.
6.af. I think it freely; and hetimes in the morning I will beleech the virtuous Deldeinona to undertake for me: I ain desperate of my fortunes, if they check ine here.
lago. You are in the right. Good night, Lieutenant,
To win the Moor, were't to renounce his baptism,
Enter Rodorigo. Rod. I do follow here in the chace, not like a hound that hunts, but one that fills cry. My money is almoit fpent; I have been to-night exceedingly well cudgelied ; and I think the issue will be, I shall have to inuch experience for my pains; and so with no money at all, and a little more wit, return again to Venice.
lago. How poor are they that have not patience ? What wound did ever heal bur by degrees? Thou know'ít we work by wit, and not by witchcraft; And wit depends on dilatory tiine. Does't not go well ? Caffio hath beaten thee, And thou by that small hurt hast callier'd Callio, Thoother things grow fair against the fun, et fruits that bloßom firit will firit be ripe : Cortent thşiclf a while. In troih, 'tis i'vrning: Hicasure and action make the hours feein short. narril, for ezen: kicaule f.1:a'lel liacs run evin and egcidat,
Retire three ; go where thou art billeted :
A CT III.
S CE N E I.
Before Othello's palace.
Enter Callio, with M:ficians.
Caf Afters, play here, I will content your pains;
Something that's brief; and bid, good
morrow, General. [Mufic plays; and enter Clown from the louf. Clown. Why, masters, have your inftruments been in Naples, that they speak i' th nose thus?
Muf. How, Sir, how?
Clown. Marry, Sir, by many a wind-instrument that I know. But, malters, here's money for you : and the General so likes your music, that he desires you for love's fake to make no more noise with it.
Muf: Well, Sir, we will not.
Clown. If you have any music that may not be heard to't again : but, as they say, to hear music the General does not greatly care.
11111f. We have none such, Sir.
Gloiun. Then put up your pipes in your bag, and hie away. Go, vanish into air, a way. [Exeunt Milficians. Caf. Dost thou licar, mine lionelt iriend!