not drunk now; I can stand well enough, and I fpeak well enough. Gent. Excellent well. Caf. Why very well then: you must not think then that I am drunk. SCENE XI. Manent Jago and Montano. [Exit. Mont. To the platform, mafters, come, let's fee the watch. Jago. You fee this fellow that is gone before, He is a foldier, fit to ftand by Cafar, And give direction. And do but fee his vice, 'Tis to his virtues a just equinox, The one as long as th' other. 'Tis pity of him; Mon. But is he often thus ? Jago. 'Tis evermore the prologue to his fleep. He'll watch the horologue a double fet, If drink rock not his cradle. Mont. It were well The General were put in mind of it: And looks not on his evils: is not this true? Enter Rodorigo. Jago. How now, Rodorigo! I pray you after the lieutenant, go. Mont. And 'tis great pity that the noble Moor Should hazard fuch a place as his own second, With one of an ingraft infirmity; [Exit Rod. It were an honest action to say so Jago. Not I, for this fair island; I do love Caffio well, and would do much To cure him of this evil. Hark, what noise? Re-enter Caffio pursuing Rodorigo. Caf. You rogue! you rafcal!- Mon. What's the matter, lieutenant ? Caf. A knave teach me my duty? I'll beat the knave into a twiggen bottle. Rod. Beat me Caf. Doft thou prate, rogue? Mon. Nay, good lieutenant? I pray you, Sir, hold your hand. h [Staying him. Caf. Let me go, Sir, or I'll knock you o'er the mazzard. Mon. Come, come, you're drunk. Caf. Drunk? [They fight. Jago. Away I fay, go out and cry a mutiny. [Exit Rodorigo. Nay, good lieutenant Help ho! ----Lieutenant 4109 Alas, gentlemen -Sir, Montano Enter Othello, and Attendants. Oth. What is the matter here? Mont. I bleed still, I am hurt, but not to th' death. Oth. Hold for your lives. Jago. Hold ho! lieutenant ---Sir Ttt 2 h know. Have Have you forgot all place of sense and duty? The General speaks to you ---- hold, hold, for shame Oth. Why how now ho? from whence arifeth this? For christian shame, put by this barbarous brawl; Jago. I do not know; friends all, but now, even now Oth. How comes it, Michael, you are thus forgot? The world hath noted. And your name is great 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, Jago, can inform you, While I fpare fpeech, which something now offends me, Of Of all that I do know, nor know I ought Oth. Now, by heav'n, My blood begins my fafer guides to rule, Or do but lift this arm, Shall fink in my rebuke. the best of you Give me to know How this foul rout began? who fet it on? Mont. If partially affin'd, or leagu'd in office, Jago. Touch me not so near: I'd rather have this tongue cut from my mouth, Left Left by his clamour (as it fo fell out) The town might fall in fright. He, fwift of foot, For that I heard the clink and fall of fwords, I ne'er might say before. which 'till to-night When I came back, (For this was brief) I found them close together But men are men; the best fometimes forget; From him that fled some strange indignity, Oth. I know, Jago, Thy honesty and love doth mince this matter, Enter Desdemona attended. Look if my gentle love be not rais'd up: I'll make thee an example. Def. What's the matter? Oth. All is well, fweeting; come, away to bed. Sir, for your hurts, my felf will be your furgeon. Lead him off: Jago, look with care about the town, And filence thofe whom this vile Brawl diftracted. [Exeunt. SCENE |