Holds his foul light: he dies upon his motion. Oth. How comes it, Michael, you are thus forgot? And spend your rich opinion, for the name Mont. Worthy Othello, I am hurt to danger; Your officer lago can inform you, While I fpare fpeech, which fomething now offends By me that's faid or done amifs this night, Oth. Now, by Heaven, My blood begins my fafer guides to rule; [me, And paffion, having my belt judgment cholered, Affays to lead the way. If I once ftir, Or do but lift this arm, the best of you Shall fink in my rebuke. Give me to know Mont. If partially affined, or leagued in office, Iago. Touch me not so near: I'd rather have this tongue cut from my mouth, (28) In night, and on the court and guard of fafety?] This is fpoken by Othello; but guard of fafety, though coupled with a word of fynonymous construction, was never a foldier's language. I have ventured to make the conjunction and fign of the genitive cafe change places and fo the phrafe in ufe is restored, though against the authority of the printed copies. In night, and on the court of guard and fafety? So, before; The lieutenant to-night watches on the court of guard. 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, fwift of foot, More of this matter cannot I report. But men are men; the best fometimes forget; Oth. I know, Iago, Thy honefty and love doth mince this matter, Enter DESDEMONA, attended. Look, if my gentle love be not raised up: Def. What's the matter? Oth. All is well, Sweeting, come away to bed. Sir, for your hurts, myself will be your furgeon. Lead him off. Iago, look with care about the town, And filence those whom this vile brawl distracted. Come, Defdemona, 'tis the foldier's life, To have their balmy slumbers waked with strife. Manent IAGO and CASS 10. Tago. What, are you hurt, Lieutenant ? [Exeunt Caf. Paft all furgery. U z Jago. Marry, Heaven forbid ! Caf. Reputation, reputation, reputation! oh, I have loft my reputation! I have loft the immortal part of myfelf, and what remains is beitial. My reputation! Iago, my reputation--- lago. As I am an honeft man, I had thought you had received fome bodily wound; there is more fenfe in that than in reputation. Reputation is an idle and moft falfe impofition; oft got without merit, and loft without deferving. You have loft no reputation at all, unless you repute yourself fich a lofer. What, man,---there are ways to recover the General again. You are but now caft in his mood, a puniihment more in policy than in alice; even fo as one would beat his offenceless dog, to fright an imperious lion. Sue to him again, and he's yours. Caf. I will rather fue to be defpifed, than to deceive fo good a commander with fo fight, fo drunkun, end fo indifcreet an officer. Drunk, and fpeak? parrot, and fquabble? fwagger? fwear? and difcourfe fuftian with one's own fhadow? oh thou invincible spirit of wine! if thou haft no name to be known by, let us call thee devil. Lago. What was he that you followed with your fword? what had he done to you? Caf. I know not. Jago. Is't poffible? Caf. I remember a mafs of things, but nothing diftinely a quarrel, but nothing wherefore. Oh, that men fhould put an enemy in their mouths, to fteal away their brains! that we fhould with joy, pleafance, revel, and applaufe, transform oufelves into beafts! Jago. Why, but you are now well enough: how came you thus recovered? Caf. It has pleafed the devil Drunkennefs, to give place to the devil Wrath; one unperfectness thews me another, to make me frankly defpife myfelf. Iago. Come, you are too fevere a moraler. As the time, the place, and the condition of this country ftands, I could heartily with this had not befallen: but fince it is as it is, mend it for your own good. Caf. I will ask him for my place again; he shall tell me, I am a drunkard!---had I as many mouths as Hydra, fuch an answer would ftop them all. To be now a fenfible man, by and bye a fool, and presently a beait ! -Every inordinate cup is unblefied, and the ingredient is a devil. lago. Come, come, good wine is a good familiar creature, if it be well ufed: exclaim no more against 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 fhall do: our General's wife is now the General. I may fay fo in this refpect, for that he hath devoted and given up himself to the contemplation, mark and denotement of her parts and graces (29). Confefs (29) For that he hath devoted and given up himself to the contemplation, mark, and devotement of her parts and graces.] I remember it is faid of Antony, in the beginning of his tragedy, that he, who used to fix his eyes altogether on the dreadful ranges of war, ~~now bends, now turns, The office and devotion of their view Upon a ftrumpet's front. This is finely expreffed; but I cannot perfuade myself that our Poet would ever have faid, any one devoted himfelf to the devotement of any thing. All the copies agree; but |