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Othello, the Moor of Venice
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RODERIGO
Beat me!
CASSIO
Dost thou prate, rogue? [Striking Roderigo.]
MONTANO
Nay, good lieutenant;
I pray you, sir, hold your hand.
CASSIO
Let me go, sir,
Or I'll knock you o'er the mazard.
MONTANO
Come, come, you're drunk.
CASSIO
Drunk!
[They fight.]
IAGO
[Aside to Roderigo.] Away, I say! go out and cry a mutiny.
[Exit Roderigo.]
Nay, good lieutenant, – alas,, gentlemen: —
Help, ho! – Lieutenant, – sir, – Montano, – sir: —
Help, masters! – Here's a goodly watch indeed!
[Bell rings.]
Who's that that rings the bell? – Diablo, ho!
The town will rise: God's will, lieutenant, hold;
You will be sham'd forever.
[Re-enter Othello and Attendants.]
OTHELLO
What is the matter here?
MONTANO
Zounds, I bleed still; I am hurt to the death.
OTHELLO
Hold, for your lives!
IAGO
Hold, ho! lieutenant, – sir, – Montano, – gentlemen, —
Have you forgot all sense of place and duty?
Hold! the general speaks to you; hold, hold, for shame!
OTHELLO
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:
He that stirs next to carve for his own rage
Holds his soul light; he dies upon his motion. —
Silence that dreadful bell; it frights the isle
From her propriety. – What is the matter, masters? —
Honest Iago, that look'st dead with grieving,
Speak, who began this? on thy love, I charge thee.
IAGO
I do not know: – friends all but now, even now,
In quarter, and in terms like bride and groom
Devesting them for bed; and then, but now —
As if some planet had unwitted men, —
Swords out, and tilting one at other's breast
In opposition bloody. I cannot speak
Any beginning to this peevish odds;
And would in action glorious I had lost
Those legs that brought me to a part of it!
OTHELLO
How comes it, Michael, you are thus forgot?
CASSIO
I pray you, pardon me; I cannot speak.
OTHELLO
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