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?

I mock you! no, by heaven. Would you would bear your fortune like a man!

There’s many a beast then in a populous city, And many a civil monster.