Enter Defdemona 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.

Iago, look with care about the town,

And filence thofe whom this vile brawl diftracted.
Come, Desdemona, 'tis the foldiers' life,

To have their balmy flumbers wak'd with ftrife.

[Exeunt.

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! Iago, my reputation

Iago. 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 most false impofition; oft got without merit, and loft 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

caft in his mood,] Eje&ed in his anger.

policy

policy than in malice; even fo as one would beat his offencelefs dog, to affright an imperious lion. Sue to him again, and he's yours.

Caf. I will rather fue to be defpis'd, than to deceive fo good a commander, with fo flight, so drunken, and fo indifcreet an officer. Drunk, and speak Parrot, and Squabble? Swagger? fwear? and difcourfe fuftian with one's own shadow? oh thou invisible 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.

lago. Is't poffible?

Caf. I remember a mass of things, but nothing dif tinctly a quarrel, but nothing wherefore. Oh, that men fhould put an enemy in their mouths, to steal away their brains! that we should with joy, pleasance, revel, and applaufe, transform ourfelves into beasts. Iage. Why, but you are now well enough. How came you thus recover'd?

Caf. It has pleas'd the devil, Drunkenness, to give place to the devil, Wrath; one unperfectness fhews me another, to make me frankly defpife myself.

Iago. Come, you are too fevere a moraler. As the time, the place, and the condition of this country ftands, I could heartily wifh this had not befallen, but fince it is as it is, mend it for your own good.

Caf. I will ask him for my place again; he fhall tell me, I am a drunkard! Had I as many mouths as Hydra, fuch an anfwer would ftop them all. To

7 And Speak Parrot,] A phrafe fignifying to act foolishly and childifhly. So Skelton,

Thefe maidens full mekely with many a divers flour,
Frebly they drefs and make fweete my boure,

With spake parrot I pray you full curteously thei fave.

WARBURTON.

be

be now a fenfible man, by and by a fool, and prefently a beaft!Every inordinate cup is unblefs'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.

Caf. I have well approv'd it, Sir. I drunk!

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Iago. You, or any man living, may be drunk at fome time, man. I tell you what you fhall do: our General's wife is now the General. I may fay fo, in this refpect, for that he hath devoted and giv'n up himself to the contemplation, mark, and denotement of her parts and graces. Confefs yourfelf freely to her importune her help, to put you in your Place again. She is of fo free, fo kind, fo apt, fo bleffed a difpofition, the holds it a vice in her goodness not to do more than fhe is requested. This broken joint between you and her husband, intreat her to fplinter. And, my fortunes against any lay worth naming, this crack of your love fhall grow stronger than it was before.

Caf. You advise me well.

Iago. I proteft, in the fincerity of love, and honeft kindness.

Caf. I think it freely; and betimes in the morning

I will befeech the virtuous Desdemona to undertake for me. I am defperate of my fortunes, if they check me here.

Iago. You are in the right. Good-night, lieutenant, I must to the Watch.

Caf. Good-night, honeft Iago.

[Exit Caffio

tago. And what's he then, that fays, I play the vil

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lain?

When this advice is free I give, and honeft,
Likely to thinking, and, indeed, the course
To win the Moor again. For 'tis most easy
Th' inclining Desdemona to fubdue

In any honeft fuit; fhe's fram'd as fruitful
As the free elements. And then for her
To win the Moor, were't to renounce his baptifm,
All feals and fymbols of redeemed fin,

His foul is fo enfetter'd to her love

That she may make, unmake, do what fhe lift,
Even as her appetite fhall play the god
With his weak function. Am I then a villain,
To counfel Caffio to this parallel courfe,
Directly to his Good? Divinity of Hell!
When Devils will their blackest fins put on,
They do fuggeft at firft with heav'nly Shews,
As I do now. For while this honeft fool

Plies Defdemona to repair his fortune,
And the for him pleads ftrongly to the Moor;
3 I'll pour this peltilence into his ear,

4 That the repeals him from her body's luft:
And by how much she strives to do him good,
She fhall undo her credit with the Moor.
So will I turn her virtue into Pitch;

And out of her own goodness make the net, s That shall enmesh them all. How now, Rodorigo!

Rod. I do follow here in the chace, not like a hound that hunts, but one that fills up the cry. My mony is almost spent; I have been to-night exceedingly well cudgelled; and I think, the iffue will be, I fhall have fo much experience for my pains; and fo with no mony at all, and a little more wit, return again to Venice.

Iago. How poor are they, that have not patience! What wound did ever heal but by degrees?

Thou know'ft, we work by wit, and not by witchcraft,

And wit depends on dilatory time.

Does't not go well? Caffio hath beaten thee,
And thou by that small hurt haft cashier'd Caffio.
Tho' other things grow fair against the Sun,

Yet

6 Tho' other things grow fair
against the Sun,
Yet fruits, that blom fift,

will first be ripe,] Of many different things, all planned with the fame art, and promoted

with