Oth. All's well now, sweeting; come away to bed.[5675][5676]
Sir, for your hurts, myself will be your surgeon:[5675]
Lead him off. [To Montano, who is led off.[5675][5677]
Iago, look with care about the town, 245
And silence those whom this vile brawl distracted.[5678]
Come, Desdemona: 'tis the soldiers' life
To have their balmy slumbers waked with strife.
[Exeunt all but Iago and Cassio.[5679]
Iago. What, are you hurt, lieutenant?[5680]
Cas. Ay, past all surgery.[5681] 250
Iago. Marry, heaven forbid![5682]
Cas. Reputation, reputation, reputation! O, I have lost[5683][5684][5685]
my reputation! I have lost the immortal part of myself, and[5683][5685][5686]
what remains is bestial. My reputation, Iago, my[5683]
reputation![5683] 255
Iago. As I am an honest man, I thought you had received[5687]
some bodily wound; there is more sense in that than in reputation.[5688]
Reputation is an idle and most false imposition;
oft got without merit and lost without deserving: you have
lost no reputation at all, unless you repute yourself such a 260
loser. What, man! there are ways to recover the general[5689]
again: you are but now cast in his mood, a punishment
more in policy than in malice; even so as one would beat his
offenceless dog to affright an imperious lion: sue to him[5690]
again, and he's yours. 265
Cas. I will rather sue to be despised than to deceive so
good a commander with so slight, so drunken, and so indiscreet[5691]
an officer. Drunk? and speak parrot? and squabble?[5692][5693]
swagger? swear? and discourse fustian with one's own shadow?[5692]
O thou invisible spirit of wine, if thou hast no name[5692][5694] 270
to be known by, let us call thee devil!
Iago. What was he that you followed with your sword?
What had he done to you?
Cas. I know not.