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SCENE XII

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[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

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 wisest 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.

MONTANO

Worthy Othello, I am hurt to danger:

Your officer, Iago, can inform you,—

While I spare speech, which something now offends me,—

Of all that I do know: nor know I aught

By me that’s said or done amiss this night:

Unless self-charity be sometimes a vice,

And to defend ourselves it be a sin

When violence assails us.

OTHELLO

Now, by heaven,

My blood begins my safer guides to rule;

And passion, having my best judgement collied,

Assays to lead the way. If I once stir,

Or do but lift this arm, the best of you

Shall sink in my rebuke. Give me to know

How this foul rout began, who set it on;

And he that is approv’d in this offense,

Though he had twinn’d 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 and guard of safety!

‘Tis monstrous.—Iago, who began’t?

MONTANO

If partially affin’d, or leagu’d in office,

Thou dost deliver more or less than truth,

Thou art no soldier.

IAGO

Touch me not so near:

I had rather have this tongue cut from my mouth

Than it should do offence to Michael Cassio;

Yet, I persuade myself, to speak the truth

Shall nothing wrong him.—Thus it is, general.

Montano and myself being in speech,

There comes a fellow crying out for help;

And Cassio following him with determin’d sword,

To execute upon him. Sir, this gentleman

Steps in to Cassio and entreats his pause:

Myself the crying fellow did pursue,

Lest by his clamour,—as it so fell out,—

The town might fall in fright: he, swift of foot,

Outran my purpose; and I return’d the rather

For that I heard the clink and fall of swords,

And Cassio high in oath; which till tonight

I ne’er might say before. When I came back,—

For this was brief,—I found them close together,

At blow and thrust; even as again they were

When you yourself did part them.

More of this matter cannot I report;—

But men are men; the best sometimes forget:—

Though Cassio did some little wrong to him,—

As men in rage strike those that wish them best,—

Yet surely Cassio, I believe, receiv’d

From him that fled some strange indignity,

Which patience could not pass.

OTHELLO

I know, Iago,

Thy honesty and love doth mince this matter,

Making it light to Cassio. Cassio, I love thee;

But never more be officer of mine.—

[Re-enter Desdemona, attended.]

Look, if my gentle love be not rais’d up!—

I’ll make thee an example.

DESDEMONA

What’s the matter?

OTHELLO

All’s well now, sweeting; come away to bed.

[To Montano, who is led off.]

Sir, for your hurts, myself will be your surgeon:

Lead him 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.

[Exeunt all but Iago and Cassio.]