Page 1465 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3

Hold, hold,
Lieutenant, − sir, − Montano, − gentlemen, −
Have you forgot all place of sense, and duty?
Hold, the general speaks to you; hold, hold, for shame!

OTHELLO
Why, how now, ho! from whence arises this? [160]

Are we turn’d Turks, and to ourselves do that
Which heaven has 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; [165]
Silence that dreadful bell, it frights the isle
From her propriety: what’s the matter, masters?
Honest Iago, that looks dead with grieving,

Speak, who began this? on thy love I charge thee.

IAGO
I do not know, friends all but now, even now, [170]
In quarter, and in terms, like bride and groom,
Devesting them to 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 [175]
Any beginning to this peevish odds;

And would in action glorious I had lost
These legs, that brought me to a part of it!

OTHELLO
How came it, Michael, you were thus forgot?

CASSIO
I pray you pardon me, I cannot speak. [180]

OTHELLO
Worthy Montano, you were wont be civil,

The gravity and stillness of your youth