Othello
I know, Iago,
Thy honesty and love doth mince this matter,
Making it light to Cassio. Cassio, I love thee
But never more be officer of mine.
Desdemona
What’s the matter?
Othello
All’s well now, sweeting; come away to bed.
Sir, for your hurts, myself will be your surgeon:
Lead him off.
Iago, look with care about the town,
And silence those whom this vile brawl distracted.
Come, Desdemona: ’tis the soldiers’ life
To have their balmy slumbers waked with strife.
To Montano , who is led off.; Exeunt all but Iago and Cassio.
Iago
What, are you hurt, lieutenant?
Cassio
Ay, past all surgery.
Iago
Marry, heaven forbid!
Cassio
Reputation, reputation, reputation! O, I have lost my reputation! I have lost the immortal part of myself, and what remains is bestial. My reputation, Iago, my reputation!