drunk; this is my ancient; hand, and this my left hand: this is my right 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 Caesar And give direction: and do but see his vice; 'Tis to his virtue a just equinox, The one as long as the other: 'tis pity of him. I fear, the trust Othello puts him in, On some odd time of his infirmity, Will shake this island. Mon. But is he often thus? Iago. 'Tis evermore the prologue to his sleep: He'll watch the horologe a double set, If drink rock not his cradle. Mon. It were well, The general were put in mind of it. Perhaps, he sees it not; or his good nature And looks not on his evils; Is not this true? い Enter RODERIGO. Jago. How now, Roderigo? 1 pray you, after the lieutenant; go. - [Aside [Exit RODERICO Mon. And is 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: 1 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, You rogue! you rascal! Mont. What's the matter, Lieutenant? Cas. A knave! teach me my duty! I'll beat the knave into a twiggen bottle. 1 Rod. Beat me! Cas. Dost thou prate, rogue? Striking RODERIGO. [Staying him, your hand. Mon. Nay, good Lieutenant; Or I'll knock you o'er the mazzard. Mon. Come, come, you're drunk. [They fight. Cas. Drunk! Iago. Away, 1 say! go out, and cry -a mutiny. [Aside to Rop. who goes out. 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. 1 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 shame! Oth. 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: From her propriety. What is the matter, Masters? Honest Iago, that look'st dead with grieving, Speak, who began this? on thy love, 1 charge thee. Iago. I do not know; friends all but now, even now, In quarter, and in terms like bride and groom And 'would in action glorious I had lost And spend your rich opinion, for the name Mon. Worthy Othello, I am hurt to danger; Your officer, Iago, can inform you - While spare speech, which something now of fends me, Of all that I do know: nor know I aught, Oth. Now, by heaven, My blood begins my safer guides to rule; Or do but lift this arm, the best of you Mon. If partially affin'd, or leagu'd in office, Thou dost deliver more or less than truth. Thou art no soldier. Iago. Touch ine not so near: 1 had rather have this tongue cut from my mouth, -- There comes a fellow, crying out for help; Myself the crying fellow did pursue, More of this matter can I not report: Oth, I know, Iago, Thy honesty and love doth mince this matter, Cassio, I love thee; But never more be officer of mine. Enter DESDEMONA, attended. Look if my gentle love be not rais'd up; . Des. What's the matter, dear? 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 JAGO and CASSIO. |