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He that stirs next to carve for his own rage,
Iago. I do not know ;-friends all but now, even now,
Oth. How comes it, Michael, you are thus forgot &
Oth. Worthy Montano, you were wont be civil;
Mon. Worthy Othello, I am hurt to danger;
When violence assails us.
Oth. Now, by heaven,
Mon. If partially affin'd, or leagu'd in office,
Iago. Touch me not so near:
For that I heard the clink and fall of swords,
Oth. I know, Iago,
Enter Desdemona, attended. Look, if my gentle love be not rais'd up ;--I'll make thee an example.
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.
[Ereunt all but Iago and Cassio. Iago. What, are you hurt, lieutenant?
Cas. Ay, past all surgery.
Cas. Reputation, reputation, reputation ! O, I have lost my reputation! I have lost the immortal part, sir, of myself, and what remains is bestial.---My reputation, Iago, my reputation !
Iago. As I am an honest man, I thought you had received some bodily wound; there is more offence in that, than in reputation. Reputation is an idle and most false imposition; oft got without merit, and lost without deserving: You have lost no reputation at all, unless you repute yourself such a loser. What, man! there are ways to recover the general again : You are but now cast in his mood, a punishment more in policy than in malice; even so as one would beat his offenceless dog, to affright an imperious lion: sue to him again, and he's yours.
Cas. I will rather sue to be despised, than to deceive so good a commander, with so slight, so drunken, and so indiscreet an officer. Drunk? and speak parrot? and squabble? swagger? swear? and discourse fustian with one's own shadow ?---() thou invisible spirit of wine, if thou hast no name to be known by, let us call thee--devil!
Iago. What was he that you followed with your sword? What had he done to you?
Cas. I know not.
Cas. I remember a mass of things, but nothing distinctly; a quarrel, but nothing wherefore. --O, that men should put an enemy in their mouths, to steal
away their brains! that we should, with joy, revel, pleasure, and applause, transform ourselves into beasts!
Iago. Why, but you are now well enough : How came you thus recovered ?
Cas. It hath pleased the devil, drunkenness, to give place to the devil, wrath: one imperfectness shows me another, to make me frankly despise myself.
Iago. Come, you are too severe a moraller : As the time, the place, and the condition of this country stands, I could heartily wish this had not befallen; but, since it is as it is, mend it for your own good.
Cas. I will ask him for my place again; he shall tell me, I am a drunkard ! Had I as many mouthis as Hydra, such an answer would stop them all. To be now a sensible man, by and by a fool, and presently a beast! O strange !- Every inordinate cup is unblessed, and the ingredient is a devil.
Iago. Come, come, good wine is a good familiar creature, if it be well used; exclain no more against it. And, good lieutenant, I think, you think I love you.
Cas. I have well approved it, sir ;-I drunk!
Iago. You, or any man living, may be drunk at some time, man. I'll tell you what you shall do. Our general's wife is now the general ;-I may say so in this respect, for that he hath devoted and given up himself to the contemplation, mark, and denotement of her parts and graces: confess yourself freely to her; importune her; she'll help to put you in your place again: she is of so free, so kind, so apt, so blessed a disposition, that she holds it a vice in her goodness, not to do more than she is requested: This broken joint, between