IAGO.
[Aside to Roderigo.] Away, I say! Go out and cry a mutiny.
[Exit Roderigo.]
Nay, good lieutenant, God’s will, gentlemen.
Help, ho!—Lieutenant,—sir,—Montano,—sir:—
Help, masters! Here’s a goodly watch indeed!
[A bell rings.]
Who’s that which rings the bell?—Diablo, ho!
The town will rise. God’s will, lieutenant, hold,
You will be sham’d forever.
Enter Othello and Attendants.
OTHELLO.
What is the matter here?
MONTANO.
Zounds, I bleed still, I am hurt to the death.
OTHELLO.
Hold, for your lives!
IAGO.
Hold, ho! lieutenant,—sir,—Montano,—gentlemen,—
Have you forgot all place of sense and duty?
Hold! The general speaks to you; hold, hold, for shame!