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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,

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:
Your officer, Iago, can inform

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 sometimes 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 judgment collied,
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 domestic quarrel,
In night, and on the court and guard of safety 18

'Tis monstrous. Iago, who began 't?
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

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

a garrisoned town. 3 1.c. in the garrison itself.

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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 cannot I 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.
Отн. .

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



Re-enter DESDEMONA, attended. Look, if my gentle love be not rais'd up!

I'll make thee an example. DES.

What's the matter?
OTH. All's well now, Sweeting ; come away to bed.

Sir, for your hurts, myself will be your surgeon.
Lead him off.

[to MONTANO, who is led off
Iago, look with care about the Town,
And silence those whom this vile brawl distracted.
Come, Desdemona : 'tis the soldiers' life
To have their balmy slumbers wak’d with strife.

[Exeunt all but Iago and Cassio.
Iago. What, are you hurt, Lieutenant ?
CAS. Ay, past all surgery.
Iago. Marry, Heaven forbid !

250 Cas. Reputation, reputation, reputation! O, 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 thought you had receiv'd

some bodily wound; there is more sense in that than
in reputation. Reputation is an idle and most false
imposition; oft got without merit, and lost without
deserving: you have lost 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 offenceless
dog to affright an imperious lion: sue to him again,
and he's your’s.

265 Cas. I will rather sue to be despis'd than to deceive so

good a commander with so slight, so drunken, and so
indiscreet an officer. Drunk, and speak parrot ? and
squabble, swagger, swear ? and discourse fustian with
one's own shadow ? O thou invisible Spirit of Wine,
if thou hast no name to be known by, let us call thee

Devil !
Iago. What was he that you follow'd with your sword ?

What had he done to you?
Cas. I know not.
Iago. Is 't possible?
Cas. I remember a mass of things, but nothing distinctly;

a quarrel, but nothing wherefore. O God, 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 ! Iago. Why, but you are now well enough: how came

you thus recover'd ? Cas. It hath pleas'd the Devil Drunkenness to give place

to the Devil Wrath: one unperfectness shews me

another, to make me frankly despise myself. Iago. Come, you are too severe a moraler. As the time,

the place, and the condition of this country stands, I could heartily wish this had not befallen; but, since it

is as it is, mend it for your own good. Cas. I will ask him for my place again; he shall tell me





you what

I am a drunkard! Had I as many mouths as Hydra, ACT II such an answer would stop them all. To be now a Sc. III sensible man, by-and-by a fool, and presently a beast ! O strange! Every inordinate cup is unbless'd, and the

ingredient is a Devil. Iago. 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.
CAs. I have well approv'd it, Sir. I drunk !
Iago. You or any man living may be drunk at a time,
Man. I'll tell


shall do. Our General's wife is now the general: I may say so in this respect, for that he hath devoted and given up himself to the contemplation, mark, and denotement of her parts and graces. Confess yourself freely to her; importune her help to put you in your place again : she is of so free, so kind, so apt, so blessed a disposition, she holds it a vice in her goodness not to do more than she is requested. This broken joint between you and her husband entreat her to splinter; and, my fortunes against any lay worth naming, this crack of your love shall

grow stronger than it was before. CAs. You advise me well. Iago. I protest, in the sincerity of love and honest kind




Cas. I think it freely; and betimes in the morning I will

beseech the virtuous Desdemona to undertake for me.

I am desperate of my fortunes if they check me here. Iago. You are in the right. Good night, Lieutenant; I

must to the watch. Cas. Good night, honest Iago.

[exit. IAGO. And what 's he, then, that says I play the villain ?

When this advice is free I give and honest,
Probal to thinking, and, indeed, the course
To win the Moor again? For 'tis most easy
The inclining Desdemona to subdue
In any honest suit: she's fram'd as fruitful
As the free elements. And then for her
To win the Moor-were't to renounce his baptism, 330
All seals and symbols of redeemed sin-

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His soul is so enfetter'd to her love,
That she may make, unmake, do what she list,
Even as her appetite shall play the God
With his weak function. How am I, then, a villain
To counsel Cassio to this parallel course
Directly to his good ? Divinity of Hell !
When Devils will the blackest sins put on,
They do suggest at first with heavenly shows,
As I do now: for whiles this honest fool
Plies Desdemona to repair his fortunes,
And she for him pleads strongly to the Moor,
I 'U

pour this pestilence into his ear-
That she repeals him for her body's lust;
And, by how much she strives to do him good,
She shall undo her credit with the Moor.
So will I turn her virtue into pitch;
And out of her own goodness make the net
That shall enmesh them all.

Re-enter RODERIGO.

How now, Roderigo ! 349 Rod. I do follow here in the chase, not like a hound that hunts, but one that fills up the cry.

cry. My money is almost spent: I have been to-night exceedingly well cudgelld; and I think the issue will be, I shall have so much experience for my pains; and so, with no money at all, and a little more wit, return again to

Iago. How poor are they that have not patience !

What wound did ever heal but by degrees?
Thou know'st we work by wit, and not by witchcraft ;
And wit depends on dilatory Time.
Does 't not go well ? Cassio hath beaten thee,
And thou, by that small hurt, hast cashier'd Cassio.
Though other things grow fair against the Sun,
Yet fruits that blossom first will first be ripe:
Content thyself awhile. By the Mass, 'tis morning ;
Pleasure and action make the hours seem short.
Retire thee; go where thou art billeted.
Away, I say; thou shalt know more hereafter:


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