CASSIO.
What’s the matter?
IAGO.
My lord is fallen into an epilepsy.
This is his second fit. He had one yesterday.
CASSIO.
Rub him about the temples.
IAGO.
No, forbear;
The lethargy must have his quiet course.
If not, he foams at mouth, and by and by
Breaks out to savage madness. Look, he stirs:
Do you withdraw yourself a little while,
He will recover straight. When he is gone,
I would on great occasion speak with you.
[Exit Cassio.]
How is it, general? Have you not hurt your head?
OTHELLO.
Dost thou mock me?
IAGO.
I mock you? No, by heaven.
Would you would bear your fortune like a man!
OTHELLO.
A horned man’s a monster and a beast.
IAGO.
There’s many a beast, then, in a populous city,
And many a civil monster.