Roderigo
Beat me!
Cassio
Dost thou prate, rogue?
Striking Roderigo.
Montano
Nay, good lieutenant;
I pray you, sir, hold your hand.
Staying him.
Cassio
Let me go, sir,
Or I’ll knock you o’er the mazzard.
Montano
Come, come, you’re drunk.
Cassio
Drunk!
They fight.
Iago
Away, I say; go out, and cry a mutiny.
Nay, good lieutenant—alas, gentlemen;—
Help, ho!—Lieutenant—sir—Montano—sir;
Help, masters!—Here’s a goodly watch indeed!
Who’s that which rings the bell?—Diablo, ho!
The town will rise: God’s will, lieutenant, hold!
You will be shamed for ever.
Aside to Roderigo .; Exit Roderigo.; Bell rings.
Othello
What is the matter here?