1237The one as long as th'other. 'Tis pittie of him:

1238I feare the trust Othello puts him in,

1239On some odde time of his infirmitie

1240Will shake this Island.

1241Mont. But is he often thus?

1242Iago. 'Tis euermore his prologue to his sleepe,

1243He'le watch the Horologe a double Set,

1244If Drinke rocke not his Cradle.

1245Mont. It were well

1246The Generall were put in mind of it:

1247Perhaps he sees it not, or his good nature

1248Prizes the vertue that appeares in Cassio,

1249And lookes not on his euills: is not this true?

1251Iago. How now Rodorigo?

1252I pray you after the Lieutenant, go.

1253Mon. And 'tis great pitty, that the Noble Moore

1254Should hazard such a Place, as his owne Second

1255With one of an ingraft Infirmitie,

1256It were an honest Action, to say so

1257To the Moore.

1258Iago. Not I, for this faire Island,

1259I do loue Cassio well: and would do much

1260To cure him of this euill, But hearke, what noise?

1262Cas. You Rogue: you Rascall.

1263Mon. What's the matter Lieutenant?

1264Cas. A Knaue teach me my dutie? Ile beate the

1265Knaue into a Twiggen-Bottle.

1266Rod. Beate me?

1267Cas. Dost thou prate, Rogue?

1268Mon. Nay, good Lieutenant:

1269I pray you Sir, hold your hand.

1270Cassio. Let me go (Sir)

1271Or Ile knocke you o're the Mazard.

1272Mon. Come, come: you're drunke.

1273Cassio. Drunke?

1274Iago. Away I say: go out and cry a Mutinie.

1275Nay good Lieutenant. Alas Gentlemen:

1276Helpe hoa. Lieutenant. Sir Montano:

1277Helpe Masters. Heere's a goodly Watch indeed.

1278Who's that which rings the Bell: Diablo, hoa:

1279The Towne will rise. Fie, fie Lieutenant,

1280You'le be asham'd for euer.

1282Othe. What is the matter heere?

1283Mon. I bleed still, I am hurt to th'death. He dies.

1284Othe. Hold for your liues.

1285Iag. Hold hoa: Lieutenant, Sir Montano, Gentlemen:

1286Haue you forgot all place of sense and dutie?

1287Hold. The Generall speaks to you: hold for shame.

1288Oth. Why how now hoa? From whence ariseth this?

1289Are we turn'd Turkes? and to our selues do that

1290Which Heauen hath forbid the Ottamittes.

1291For Christian shame, put by this barbarous Brawle:

1292He that stirs next, to carue for his owne rage,

1293Holds his soule light: He dies vpon his Motion.

1294Silence that dreadfull Bell, it frights the Isle,

1295From her propriety. What is the matter, Masters?

1296Honest Iago, that lookes dead with greeuing,

1297Speake: who began this? On thy loue I charge thee?

1298Iago. I do not know: Friends all, but now, euen now.

1299In Quarter, and in termes like Bride, and Groome

1300Deuesting them for Bed: and then, but now:

1301(As if some Planet had vnwitted men)

1302Swords out, and tilting one at others breastes,

1303In opposition bloody. I cannot speake

1304Any begining to this peeuish oddes.

1305And would, in Action glorious, I had lost

1306Those legges, that brought me to a part of it.

1307Othe. How comes it (Michaell) you are thus forgot?

1308Cas. I pray you pardon me, I cannot speake.

1309Othe. Worthy Montano, you were wont to be ciuill:

1310The grauitie, and stillnesse of your youth

1311The world hath noted. And your name is great

1312In mouthes of wisest Censure. What's the matter

1313That you vnlace your reputation thus,

1314And spend your rich opinion, for the name

1315Of a night-brawler? Giue me answer to it.

1316Mon. Worthy Othello, I am hurt to danger,

1317Your Officer Iago, can informe you,

1318While I spare speech which something now offends me.

1319Of all that I do know, nor know I ought

1320By me, that's said, or done amisse this night,

1321Vnlesse selfe-charitie be sometimes a vice,

1322And to defend our selues, it be a sinne

1323When violence assailes vs.

1324Othe. Now by Heauen,

1325My blood begins my safer Guides to rule,

1326And passion (hauing my best iudgement collied)

1327Assaies to leade the way. If I once stir,

1328Or do but lift this Arme, the best of you

1329Shall sinke in my rebuke. Giue me to know

1330How this foule Rout began: Who set it on,

1331And he that is approu'd in this offence,

1332Though he had twinn'd with me, both at a birth,

1333Shall loose me. What in a Towne of warre,

1334Yet wilde, the peoples hearts brim-full of feare,

1335To Manage priuate, and domesticke Quarrell?

1336In night, and on the Court and Guard of safetie?

1337'Tis monstrous: Iago, who began't?

1338Mon. If partially Affin'd, or league in office,

1339Thou dost deliuer more, or lesse then Truth,

1340Thou art no Souldier.

1341Iago. Touch me not so neere,

1342I had rather haue this tongue cut from my mouth,

1343Then it should do offence to Michaell Cassio.

1344Yet I perswade my selfe, to speake the truth

1345Shall nothing wrong him. This it is Generall:

1346Montano and my selfe being in speech,

1347There comes a Fellow, crying out for helpe,

1348And Cassio following him with determin'd Sword

1349To execute vpon him. Sir, this Gentleman,

1350Steppes in to Cassio, and entreats his pause;

1351My selfe, the crying Fellow did pursue,

1352Least by his clamour (as it so fell out)

1353The Towne might fall in fright. He, (swift of foote)

1354Out-ran my purpose: and I return'd then rather

1355For that I heard the clinke, and fall of Swords,

1356And Cassio high in oath: Which till to night

1357I nere might say before. When I came backe

1358(For this was briefe) I found them close together

1359At blow, and thrust, euen as againe they were

1360When you your selfe did part them.

1361More of this matter cannot I report,

1362But Men are Men: The best sometimes forget,

1363Though Cassio did some little wrong to him,

1364As men in rage strike those that wish them best,

1365Yet surely Cassio, I beleeue receiu'd

1366From him that fled, some strange Indignitie,

1367Which patience could not passe.