How now, Cassio!
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.