I fear, the trust Othello puts him in, Mon. But is he often thus? Iago. 'Tis evermore the prologue to his sleep: He'll watch the horologe 42 a double set, If drink rock not his cradle. Mon. It were well, The general were put in mind of it. Enter RODERIGO. Iago. How now, Roderigo? I pray you, after the lieutenant; go. [Aside. [Exit Roderigo. Mon. And 'tis 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: I 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! Mon. What's the matter, lieutenant? Cas. A knave!-teach me my duty! I'll beat the knave into a twiggen bottle 43. Iago. Away, I say! go out, and cry-a mutiny. [Aside to Roderigo, who goes out. Nay, good lieutenant,-alas, gentlemen, Help, ho!-Lieutenant,-sir,-Montano,-sir;- [Bell rings. Who's that that rings the bell?-Diablo, ho! The town will rise: God's will, lieutenant! hold; Oth. Enter OTHELLO, and Attendants. What is the matter here? 44 Mon. I bleed still, I am hurt to the death; he dies. Oth. Hold, for your lives. Tago. Hold, hold, lieutenant-sir, Montano,-gen tlemen, 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: ters? Honest Iago, that look'st dead with grieving, now, In quarter, and in terms like bride and groom Oth. How comes it, Michael, you are thus forgot? The world hath noted, and your name is great In mouths of wisest censure; What's the matter, 45 And spend your rich opinion "5, for the name Mon. Worthy Othello, I am hurt to danger; Your officer, lago, can inform you— While I spare speech, which something now offends me, Of all that I do know: nor know I aught And to defend ourselves it be a sin, When violence assails us. Oth. Now, by heaven, My blood begins my safer guides to rule; And passion, having my best judgement collied 46, 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. Iugo. Touch me not so near: I had rather have this tongue cut from my mouth, Shall nothing wrong him.-Thus it is, general. There comes a fellow, crying out for help; The town might fall in fright: he, swift of foot, More of this matter can I not report : But men are men; the best sometimes forget:- |