Nay, good lieutenant, gentlemen Help!, you'll be ashamed forever.
What is the matter here?
Hold, for your lives
I bleed still, I am hurt to the death
Hold, ho! Lieutenant, gentlemen have you forgot all place of sense and duty? Hold , for shame!
How did this start? Are we turned Turks? For Christian shame, put by this barbarous brawl. Honest Iago, Speak, who began this?
How comes it, Michael, you are thus forgot?
I do not know, As if some planet had unwitted men, swords out, and tilting at one another.
Pardon me, I cannot speak
If partially affined or leagued in office. Thou dost deliver more or less than truth Thou art no solider
Othello, I am hurt to danger, Iago can inform you. Know i aught by me that's said or done amiss this night, unless it be sin that we defend ourselves when violence assails us.
Montano, you were wont be civil, you name is great. You unlace your reputation to thus of a night brawler?
Now, by heaven, my blood begins my safer guides to rule. What, in a town of war, peoples heart brimful of fear, a domestic quarrel?, when you were guards of safety. Iago, who began 't?
Touch me not so near. Rather have this tongue cut than I do offence to Michael Cassio. Yet i speak the truth, shall not wrong him. Montano and myself in speech, there comes a fellow crying out for help, Cassio following him with determined sword. This gentlemen steps in and entreats Cassio's pause. Myself the crying fe;llow did pursue, though outran my purpose. Upon return, there was a clink of swords And Cassio high in oath, at blow and thrust, when you did part them.
The best sometimes forget. Yet surely Cassio received from him that fled some strange indignity which patience could not pass.
What' the matter, dear?
I know, Iago, making it light to Cassio. Cassio, I love thee but never more be an officer of mine. If my gentle love be not raised up!