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Enter Desdemona attended.
Look, if my gentle love be not rais'd
up I'll make thee an example.
Des. What's the matter? : Oib. All is well. Here, Sweeting, come away to bed, Sir, for your hurts, myself will be your surgeon.
[To Montano. Lead him off. Iago, look with care about the town, And silence those whom this vile brawl distracted. Come, Desdemona, 'cis the soldiers' life, To have their balmy Numbers wak'd with strife.
Manent Iago and Caffio.
Caf. Reputation, reputation, reputation! oh, I have lost my reputation! I have lost the immortal part of myself, and what remains is bestial. My reputation ! lago, my reputation
Iago. As I am an honest man, I had thought, you had receiv'd some bodily wound; there is more sense in that than in reputation. Reputation is an idle, and most false imposition ; oft got without merit, and loft 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
caft in his mood,] Ejecied in his anger.
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.
Caf. I will rather sue to be despis’d, than to deceive so good a commander, with fo llight, so drunken, and so indiscreet an officer. Drunk, ? and speak Parrot, and squabble ? swagger ? fwear ? and discourje fuftian with one's own fbadow ? oh thou invisible spirit of wine; if thou hast no name to be known by, let us call thee Devil.
lago. What was he that you follow'd with your sword? what had he done to you?
Cal. I know not. lago. Is’t poflible ?
Caf. I remember a mass of things, but nothing diftinctly: a quarrel, but nothing wherefore. Oh, that men should put an enemy in their mouths, to steal away their brains ! that we Mould with joy, pleasance, revel, and applause, transform ourselves into beasts.
Iage. Why, but you are now well enough. How came you thus recover'd ?
Caf. It has pleas'd the devil, Drunkenness, to give place to the devil, Wrath; one unperfectness shews me another, to make me frankly despise myself.
lago. Come, you are too severe a moraler. As the time, the place, and the condition of this country stands, I could heartily with this had not befallen, but since 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, such an answer would stop them all. To
? And Speak Pirrot,] A phrase fignifying to act foolishly and .childithly. So Skelton,
Tbile maidens full mekely with many a divers flour,
be now a sensible man, by and by a fool, and present ly a beast! Every inordinate cup is unbless’d, and the ingredient is a devil.
Iago. Come, come, good wine is a good familiar creature, if it be well us’d: exclaim no more against it. And good lieutenant, I think, you think, I love you.
Caf. I have well approv'd it, Sir. I drunk!
Iago. You, or any man living, may be drunk at some time, man. I 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 giv’n up himself to the contemplation, mark, and denotement of her parts and graces. · Confess yourfelf freely to her : importune her help, to put you in your Place again. She is of so free, so kind, fo apt, so blessed a disposition, the holds it a vice in her goodness not to do more than she is requested. This broken joint between you and her husband, intreat her to splinter.
fortunes against any lay worth naming, this crack of your love shall grow stronger than it was before.
Caf. You advise me well.
Iago. I protest, in the sincerity of love, and honest kindness.
Caf. I think it freely; and betimes in the morning
8 For that he hath devoled, and Upon a frumpet's front, given up himself to the contempla- This is finely exprels'd; but I tion, mark, and devotement of cannot persuade myself that our ber parts and grace:.] I remem- poet would ever have faid, any ber, it is said of Antony, in the one devoted himself to the devolebeginning of his tragedy, that ment of any thing. All the cohe, who used to fix his eyes al- pies agree ; but the mistake certogether on the dreadfal ranges tainly arose from a fingle letter of war,
beingturn'd upside down at press. now bends, now turns,
THEOBALD. The offic: and devotion of their 4.
I will beseech the virtuous Desdemona to undertake for me. I am desperate of my fortunes, if they check me here.
Iago. You are in the right. Good-night, lieutenant, I must to the Watch.
Caf. Good-night, honest lego. [Exit Caffia
y-this advice is free-] This 2 --to this parallel course,] Pa. counsel has an appearance of ho- rallel, for even ; because parallel nest openness, of frank good-will. lines run even and equidiitant. free elements-] Li
WARBURTON. beral, bountiful, as the elements, Parallel courfi ; i.e. a course out of which all things are pro- level, and even with his design. duced.
Plies Desdemona to repair his fortune, And se for him pleads strongly to the Moor ; 3 I'll pour this peltilence into his ear, 4 That she repeals him from her body's lust: And by how much the strives to do him good, She shall undo her credit with the Moor. So will I turn her virtue into Pitch; And out of her own goodness make the net, s That shall enmesh them all. How now, Rodorigo !
Enter Rodorigo. Rod. I do follow here in the chace, not like a hound that hunts, but one that fills up the cry. My mony is almost spent;"I have been to-night exceedingly well cudgelled; and I think, the issue will be, I shall have so much experience for my pains; and so with no mony at all, and a little more wit, return again to Venice.
Iago. How poor are they, that have not patience ! What wound did ever heal but by degrees? Thou know'st, we work by wit, and not by witch
craft, And wit depends on dilatory time. Does’t not go well ? Callio hath beaten thee, And thou by that small hurt haft cashier'd Caffio. . Tho' other things grow fair againit the Sun,
: I'll pour this peftilence---]
6 Tho' other things grow fair Peftilence, for poison.
again the Sun, That she repeals him ] Yet fruits, that blocom fit, That is, ricalls him.
will first be ripe,] Of ma. s That fall enmesh them all.] ny different things, all planned A metaphor from taking birds in with the same art, and pro.noted melhes. РОРЕ.