Who's that that rings the bell?—Diablo, ho![5626]
The town will rise: God's will, lieutenant, hold;[5627]
You will be shamed for ever.
Re-enter Othello and Attendants.
Oth. What is the matter here?[5628]
Mon. 'Zounds, I bleed still; I am hurt to the death
[Faints.[5629]
Oth. Hold, for your lives! 155
Iago. Hold, ho! Lieutenant,—sir,—Montano,—gentlemen,—[5630]
Have you forgot all sense of place and duty?[5631]
Hold! the general speaks to you; hold, hold, for shame![5632]
Oth. Why, how now, ho! from whence ariseth this?[5633]
Are we turn'd Turks, and to ourselves do that 160
Which heaven hath forbid the Ottomites?[5634]
For Christian shame, put by this barbarous brawl:
He that stirs next to carve for his own rage[5635]
Holds his soul light; he dies upon his motion.
Silence that dreadful bell! it frights the isle 165
From her propriety. What is the matter, masters?[5636]
Honest Iago, that look'st dead with grieving,[5637]
Speak, who began this? on thy love, I charge thee.[5638]
Iago. I do not know: friends all but now, even now,[5639]
In quarter, and in terms like bride and groom 170
Devesting them for bed; and then, but now,[5640]
As if some planet had unwitted men,[5641]
Swords out, and tilting one at other's breast,[5642]
In opposition bloody. I cannot speak[5643]
Any beginning to this peevish odds; 175
And would in action glorious I had lost
Those legs that brought me to a part of it![5644]
Oth. How comes it, Michael, you are thus forgot?[5645]