Othello Page #6
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...am I to put our Cassio to some
action that may offend the isle.
But here they come.
If consequence do but approve my dream...
...my boat sails freely
with both wind and stream.
'Fore God, they have
given me a rouse already.
Good faith, a little one. Not
past a pint as I am a soldier.
And let me the canakin clink
And let me the canakin clink
A soldier's a man
A life's but a span
Why, then, let a soldier drink
Why, then, let a soldier drink
A soldier's a man
A life's but a span
Why, then, let a soldier drink
Why, then, let a soldier drink
'Fore God, an excellent song.
I learned it in England, where indeed
they are most potent in potting.
Your Dane, your German, your
swagbellied Hollander... Drink, ho.
- Are nothing to your English.
Is your Englishman so expert in his drinking?
Why, he drinks you with
facility your Dane dead drunk.
He sweats not to overthrow your Almain.
He gives your Hollander a vomit
ere the next pottle can be filled.
- Here's to the health of our general.
- And for you, lieutenant. I'll do you justice.
O, sweet England.
King Stephen was a worthy peer
His breeches cost him but a crown
He held them sixpence all too dear
With that he called the tailor lown
He was a wight of high renown
And thou art but of low degree
'Tis pride that pulls the country down
Take thine auld cloak about thee
CASSlo:
'Fore God, you.This is a more exquisite song than the other.
- Will you hear't again?
- No...
...for I hold him unworthy of
his place that does those things.
Well, God's above all and there
be souls that must be saved...
...and there be souls must not be saved.
- That is true, good lieutenant.
- For mine own part...
No offense to the general
nor any man of quality.
- I hope to be saved.
- And so do I, lieutenant.
- Ay, but not before me.
The lieutenant is to be
saved before the ancient.
Let's have no more of
this. Let's to our affairs.
God, forgive us our sins. Gentlemen,
let's look to our business.
Do not think, gentlemen, that I am drunk.
This is my ancient.
This is my right hand...
This is my left hand.
I am not drunk now.
I can walk well enough.
I can speak well enough.
- Excellent, well.
- Very well, then!
You must not think that I am drunk.
To th'platform, masters.
Come, let's set the watch.
You see this fellow that is gone before?
He is a soldier fit to stand
by Caesar and give direction.
And do but see his vice.
'Tis pity of him. I fear the
trust othello puts him in...
...on some odd time of his
infirmity, will shake this island.
- But is he often thus?
- 'Tis evermore the prologue to his sleep.
Not too well the general
were put in mind of it.
Perhaps he sees it not or his good nature
prizes the virtue that appears in Cassio...
...and looks not on his evils.
Is not this so?
How now, Roderigo.
After the lieutenant, go.
'Tis a great pity that the noble Moor...
...should hazard such a
place as his own second...
...with one of an ingraft infirmity.
It were an honest action
to say so to the Moor.
Not I, for this fair island.
I do love Cassio well and would
do much to cure him of this evil.
- But hark, what noise? CASSlo:
Zounds, you rogue. You rascal.
MoNTANo:
What's the matter, lieutenant?I'll beat the knave into a wicker bottle.
- Beat me?
- Dost thou prate, rogue?
- Pray, hold your hand.
- Let go or I'll knock you o'er the mazzard.
MoNTANo:
Come, come. You're drunk.Drunk!
Come, chrissake, cry mutiny.
Diablo, ho! The town will rise.
God's will, lieutenant.
You will be shamed forever.
What is the matter here?
Zounds, I bleed. I am hurt to the death.
- Hold for your lives!
- Hold! Lieutenant, sir, Montano, gentlemen.
Have you forgot all sense of place and duty?
Hold! The general speaks. Hold for shame.
Why, how now, ho!
to ourselves do that...
...which heaven hath forbid the ottomites?
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 lago, that looks dead with grieving.
Speak, who began this?
On thy love, I charge thee.
If partially affined or leagued in office,
thou dost deliver more or less than truth.
- Thou art no soldier...
- Touch me not so near.
I'd rather have this
tongue cut from my mouth...
...than it should do
offense to Michael Cassio.
Yet I persuade myself, to speak
the truth shall nothing wrong him.
Thus it is, general. Montano
...there comes a fellow
crying out for help...
...and Cassio following him with
determined sword to execute upon him.
Sir, this gentleman steps in to
Cassio and entreats his pause.
pursue, lest by his clamor...
...as it so fell out the
town might fall in fright.
He, swift of foot, outran my purpose...
...and I returned 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 can I not report.
But men are men...
...the best sometimes forget.
Though Cassio did some little wrong to him...
...as men in rage strike
those who wish them best...
...yet surely Cassio, I
believe, received from him...
...that fled some strange indignity,
which patience could not pass.
I know, lago.
Thy honesty and love
doth mince this matter...
...making it light to Cassio.
Cassio.
I love thee, but never
more be officer of mine.
Look if my gentle love be not raised up.
I'll make thee an example.
What's the matter?
All's well now, sweeting. Come away to bed.
Sir, for your hurts, myself will
be your surgeon. Lead him off.
Lago, look with care about the town...
this vile brawl distracted.
Come, my Desdemona.
'Tis the soldiers' life to have their
balmy slumbers waked with strife.
- What, are you hurt, lieutenant?
- Ay, past all surgery.
Marry, heaven forbid.
Reputation.
Reputation. Reputation,
I have lost my reputation.
I have lost the immortal
part, sir, of myself...
...and what remains is bestial.
My reputation, lago, my reputation.
As I am an honest man...
...I thought you'd
received some bodily wound.
There is more offense in
that than in reputation.
Reputation is an idle and
most false disposition...
...oft got without merit
and lost without deserving.
You have lost no reputation at all
unless you repute yourself such a loser.
What, man, there are ways
You are now but cast in his mood, a
punishment more in policy than in malice.
Sue to him again and he's yours.
I will rather sue to be despised
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