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Holds his foul light: he dies upon his motion.
Silence that dreadful bell; it frights the ille
From her propriety. What is the matter?
Honest Iago, that looks dead with grieving,
Speak, who began this? on thy love, I charge thee.

lago. I do not know; friends all, but now, ev'n
In quarter and in terms like bride and groom (now
Divesting them for bed; and then, but now-
(As if some planet had unwitted men,)
Swords out, and tilting one at other's breasts,
In opposition bloody. I can't speak
Any beginning to this peevith odds;
And 'would in action glorious I had lost
Those legs that brought me to a part of it !

Oth. How comes it, Michael, you are thus forgot? Caf. I pray you, pardon me, I cannot speak.

Oth. Worthy Montano, you were wont be civil: The gravity and stillness of your youth The world hath noted, and your name is great In mouths of wiselt censure. What's the matter, That you unlace your reputation thus, And spend your rich opinion, for the name Of a night-brawler? give me answer to it.

Mont. Worthy Othello, I am hurt to danger; Your officer lago can inform you, While I fpare speech, which something now cfind Of all that I do know; nor know I aught [me, By me that's said or done anniss this night, Unless self-charity be sometimes a vice, And to defend ourselves it be a fin, When viclence assails us.

Oth. Now, by Heaven, My blood begins my fafer guides to rule; And paflion, having my best judgment cholered, Alays to lead the way. If I once stir, Or do but lift this arm, the best of

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Shall sink in my rebuke. Give me to know
How this foul rout began; who set it on;
And he that is approved in this offence,
Tho' he had twinned with me both at a birth,
Shall lose me. What, in a town of war,
Yet wild; the people's hearts brimful of fear,
To manage private and domestic quarrel,
In night, and on the court of guard and safety? (28)
'Tis monstrous. Say, lago, who began't?

Mont. If partially affined, or leagued in office,
Thou dost deliver more or less than truth,
Thou art no foldier.

lago. Touch me not fo near:
I'd rather have this tongue cut from my mouth,
Than it should do offence to Michael Callio:
Yet I persuade myself, to speak the truth
Shall nothing wrong him. Thus 'tis, General:
Montano and myself being in speech,
There comes a fellow crying out for help,
And Catlio following with determined sword
To execute upon him. Sir, this gentleman
Steps in to Caffio, and intreats his pause;
Myself the crying fellow did pursue,
Left by his clamour (as it so fell out)

(28) In night, and on the court and guard of safety .?} This is fpoken by Othello; but guard of safety, though coupled with a word of synonymous construction, was never a foldier's language. I have ventured to make the conjunction and sign of the genitive case change places : and to the phrase in use is restored, though against the authority of the printed copies.

In night, and on the court of guard and safety?
So, before;

The lieutenant to-night watches on the court of guardo
And, again;

Good Michael, look you to the guard to-night.
And fo in Antony and Cleopatra ;

Let's bear him to the court of guard ; he is of note.

The town might fall in fright. He, swift of foot,
Outran my purpose ; I returned, the rather
For that I heard the clink and fall of swords,
And Caffio high in oath; which till to-night
I ne'er might say before. When I came back,
(For this was brief) I found them clofe together
At blow and thruit; even as again they were
When you yourself did part them.
More of this matter cannot I report.
But men are men; the beit sometimes forget;
Tho' Callio did fome little wrong to him,
As men in rage strike those that with them best,
Yet surely, Catrio, I believe, received
From hin that fied some ftrange indignity,
Which patience could not país.

Oih. I know, lago,
Thy honesty and love duth mince this matter,
Making it light to Callio. Caffio, I love thice,
But never more be officer of mine.--

Enige DESJEMONA, atler.ded.
Look, if my gentle love-be not raised up:
I'll make thee an example.

Def. What's the matter?

Oth. All is well, Sweeting, come away to bed. Sir, for your hurts, myselt will be your surgeon. Lead him off. Iago, look with care about the town, And filence those whom this vile brawl distracted. Come, Desdemona, 'tis the soldier's life, To have their balmy slumbers waked with strife.

[Exeunt. Manent IAGO and CASS 10. fagy. What, are you hurt, Lieutenant ? Caf. Paft all surgery.


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lago. Marry, Heaven forbid !

Caf. Reputation, reputation, reputation ! ohi, I have lost my reputation ! I have loit the immortal part of myself, and what remains is beitial. My reputation! Iago, my reputation---

Ingo. As I am an honest man, I had thought you had received some bodily wound; there is more fenfe in that than in reputation. Reputation is an idle and most falle impofition; oft got without mcrit, and lost without deserving. You have lost 330 reputation at all, unless you repute yourself tich a loser. What, man,---there are ways to recover the General again. You are but now cast in his mood, a puniihment more in policy than in Inalice; even fo is one would beat his oilenceless dog, to fright an impcrious lion. Suc to him again, ind he's

yours. Cal. I will rather fue to be defpiled, than to decoire so good a coinmander with fo fhgặt, fo drunkwa, onde lo indiscreet an oilievi. Drunk, and fjeak? parrot, and squabble ? swagger? swear? and discourse füstian with one's own shadows oh thou invinciblc fpirit of wine! if thou hast no name to be known by, let us call thee devil.

lago. What was he that you followed with your sword? what had he done to you?

Caf. I know not. lago. Is’t pollible?

Caf. I remember a mass of things, but nothing diftin&ty: a quarrel, but nothing wherefore. Oh, that men should put an enemy.if their mouths, to steal away their brains ! that we should with joy, pleasance, revel, and applause, transform ouselves into beasts!

Jago. Why, but you are now well enough: how came you thus recovered?

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Caf. It has pleased the devil Drunkennefs, to give place to the devil Wrath ; one unperfectness Thews me another, to make me frankly despise myfelf.

Iago. Come, you are too severe a moraler. As the time, the place, and the condition of this country stands, I could heartily with this had not befallen: but since it is as it is, mend it for your own good.

Caf. I will ask him for my place again; he shall tcil me, I am a drunkard!---had I as many mouths as Hydra, such an answer would stop them all. To be now a sensible man, by and bye a fool, and presently a beait !

-Every inordinate cup is unblessed, and we ingredient is a devil.

lago. Come, come, good wine is a good familiar creature, if it be well used: exclaim no more againit it. And, good Lieutenant, I think you think I love you.

Caf. I have well approved it, Sir. I drunk !

lago. You, or any man living, may be drunk at fome time, man. I tell you what you ihall do : our General's wife is now the General. I may fay fo in this respect, for that he hath devoied and given up himself to the contemplation, mark and denotement of her parts and graces (29). Confess

(29). For that he hath dezoted and given up himself 10 the contemplujian, mark, and devotement of her parts and graces.] I remember it is said of Antony, in the beginning of his tragedy, that he, who used to fix his eyes altogether on the dreadful ranges of war,

-nowy bends, now turns, The office and devotion of their view

Upon a strumpet's front. This is finely expressed; but I cannot persuade myself that our Poet would ever have said, any one devoted himself to the devotement of any thing. All the copies agree ; but

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