12911184For Chri
stian
shame, put by this barbarous brawle;
12921185He that
stirres next, to carue forth his owne rage,
12931186Holds his
soule light, he dies vpon his motion;
12941187Silence that dreadfull bell, it frights the I
sle
12951188From her propriety: what's the matter ma
sters?
12961189Hone
st Iago, that lookes dead with grieuing,
12971190Speake, who began this, on thy loue I charge thee.
12981191Iag. I doe not know, friends all but now, euen now,
12991192In quarter, and in termes, like bride and groome,
13001193Deue
sting them to bed, and then but now,
13011194As if
some plannet had vnwitted men,
13021195Swords out, and tilting one at others brea
st,
13031196In oppo
sition bloody. I cannot
speake
13041197Any beginning to this peeui
sh odds;
13051198And would in a
ction glorious, I had lo
st 13061199The
se legges, that brought me to a part of it.
13071200Oth. How came it
Michael, you were thus forgot?
13081201Cas. I pray you pardon me, I cannot
speake.
13091202Oth. Worthy
Montanio, you were wont to be ciuill,
13101203The grauity and
stilne
sse of your youth,
13111204The world hath noted, and your name is great,
13121205In men of wi
se
st cen
sure
: what's the matter
13131206That you vnlace your reputation thus,
13141207And
spend your rich opinion, for the name
13151208Of a night brawler? giue me an
swer to't?
13161209Mon. Worthy
Othello, I am hurt to danger,
13171210Your O
fficer
Iago can informe you,
13181211While I
spare
speech, which
something now o
ffends me,
13191212Of all that I doe know, nor know I ought
13201213By me, that's
sed or done ami
sse this night,
13211214Vnle
sse
selfe-charity be
sometime a vice,
13221215And to defend our
selues it be a
sinne,
13251218My blood begins my
safer guides to rule,
13261219And pa
ssion hauing my be
st iudgement coold,
13271220A
ssayes to leade the way. Zouns, if I
stirre,
Or