All's well,sweeting, come away to bed. Sir, for your hurts myself will be your surgeon. Lead him off. Iago, look with care about the town, silence those whom this brawl distracted.
What, are you hurt, lieutenant?
I thought you had received a bodily wound.Reputation is an idle and most false imposition. You have lost no reputation unless you repute yourself such a loser. There are was to recover the general again. Sue to him again and he's yours.
Ay, past all surgery.
I will rather sue to be despised than to deceive so good a commander with so slight and so drunken officer.Drunk? And squabble? O thou invisible spirit of wine, if thou hast no name , let us call thee devil!
Reputation, reputation, reputation!, Oh, I have lost my reputation! I have lost the immortal part of myself, and what remains is bestial. My reputation, Iago, my reputation!
What was he that you followed with your sword? What had he done to you?
Is 't possible?
How came you thus recovered?
I know not.
It hath pleased the devil drunkeness to give place to the devil wrath,to make me despise myself.
I remember nothing distinctly. Oh, that men should put an enemy in their mouths to steal away their brains! Transform ourselves into beasts!
Any man living can be drunk at a time. Our general's wife is now the general. He hath devoted himself to the contemplation, mark and denotement of her grace. Confess yourself freely to her, importune her to help to put you in your place again. She holds vice in her goodness not to do more than is requested.This broken joint between you and her husband entreat her to splinter.
Come, you are too severe a moraler, I heartily wish this had not befallen,but mend it for your own good.
Wine is a good familiar creature, if it be well used. I am your friend.
Ask him for my place, he shall call me a drunkard, i became a fool,presently a beast! Oh how strange!Every inordinate cup is unblessed and the ingredient is a devil.
Me, a drunk!
I protest in honest kindness.
You are in the right. Good night lieutenant, I must to the watch.
You advise me well.
Good night, honest Iago
Betimes in the morning I will beseech the virtuous Desdemona to undertake for me.
And what's he then says I play the villian? when this advice is free I give honest, To win the Moor again?His soul is enfettered to her love. For whiles this honest fool piles to Desdemona to repair his fortune and she pleads strongly to the Moor, I'll pour this pestilence into his ear: That she repeals him for her body's lust. And by how much she strives to do him good she shall undo her credit with the Moor. Out of her goodness make the net that shall enmesh them all.