Speeches (Lines) for Montano in "The Tragedy of Othello; or, The Moor of Venice"

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# Act / Scene Speech text
1 II / 1
  • What from the cape can you discern at sea?
  • What from the cape can you discern at sea?
  • Iago. Thus do I ever make my fool my purse:
    For I mine own gain'd knowledge should profane,
    If I would time expend with such a snipe.
    But for my sport and profit. I hate the Moor:
    And it is thought abroad, that 'twixt my sheets
    He has done my office: I know not if't be true;
    But I, for mere suspicion in that kind,
    Will do as if for surety. He holds me well;
    The better shall my purpose work on him.
    Cassio's a proper man: let me see now:
    To get his place and to plume up my will
    In double knavery--How, how? Let's see:--
    After some time, to abuse Othello's ear
    That he is too familiar with his wife.
    He hath a person and a smooth dispose
    To be suspected, framed to make women false.
    The Moor is of a free and open nature,
    That thinks men honest that but seem to be so,
    And will as tenderly be led by the nose
    As asses are.
    I have't. It is engender'd. Hell and night
    Must bring this monstrous birth to the world's light.

    Montano. What from the cape can you discern at sea?

2 II / 1
  • Methinks the wind hath spoke aloud at land;
    A fuller blast ne'er shook our b...
  • Methinks the wind hath spoke aloud at land;
    A fuller blast ne'er shook our battlements:
    If it hath ruffian'd so upon the sea,
    What ribs of oak, when mountains melt on them,
    Can hold the mortise? What shall we hear of this?
  • First Gentleman. Nothing at all: it is a highwrought flood;
    I cannot, 'twixt the heaven and the main,
    Descry a sail.

    Montano. Methinks the wind hath spoke aloud at land;
    A fuller blast ne'er shook our battlements:
    If it hath ruffian'd so upon the sea,
    What ribs of oak, when mountains melt on them,
    Can hold the mortise? What shall we hear of this?

3 II / 1
  • If that the Turkish fleet
    Be not enshelter'd and embay'd, they are drown'd:...
  • If that the Turkish fleet
    Be not enshelter'd and embay'd, they are drown'd:
    It is impossible they bear it out.
  • Second Gentleman. A segregation of the Turkish fleet:
    For do but stand upon the foaming shore,
    The chidden billow seems to pelt the clouds;
    The wind-shaked surge, with high and monstrous mane,
    seems to cast water on the burning bear,
    And quench the guards of the ever-fixed pole:
    I never did like molestation view
    On the enchafed flood.

    Montano. If that the Turkish fleet
    Be not enshelter'd and embay'd, they are drown'd:
    It is impossible they bear it out.

4 II / 1
  • How! is this true?
  • How! is this true?
  • Third Gentleman. News, lads! our wars are done.
    The desperate tempest hath so bang'd the Turks,
    That their designment halts: a noble ship of Venice
    Hath seen a grievous wreck and sufferance
    On most part of their fleet.

    Montano. How! is this true?

5 II / 1
  • I am glad on't; 'tis a worthy governor.
  • I am glad on't; 'tis a worthy governor.
  • Third Gentleman. The ship is here put in,
    A Veronesa; Michael Cassio,
    Lieutenant to the warlike Moor Othello,
    Is come on shore: the Moor himself at sea,
    And is in full commission here for Cyprus.

    Montano. I am glad on't; 'tis a worthy governor.

6 II / 1
  • Pray heavens he be;
    For I have served him, and the man commands
    Like a f...
  • Pray heavens he be;
    For I have served him, and the man commands
    Like a full soldier. Let's to the seaside, ho!
    As well to see the vessel that's come in
    As to throw out our eyes for brave Othello,
    Even till we make the main and the aerial blue
    An indistinct regard.
  • Third Gentleman. But this same Cassio, though he speak of comfort
    Touching the Turkish loss, yet he looks sadly,
    And prays the Moor be safe; for they were parted
    With foul and violent tempest.

    Montano. Pray heavens he be;
    For I have served him, and the man commands
    Like a full soldier. Let's to the seaside, ho!
    As well to see the vessel that's come in
    As to throw out our eyes for brave Othello,
    Even till we make the main and the aerial blue
    An indistinct regard.

7 II / 1
  • Is he well shipp'd?
  • Is he well shipp'd?
  • Cassio. Thanks, you the valiant of this warlike isle,
    That so approve the Moor! O, let the heavens
    Give him defence against the elements,
    For I have lost us him on a dangerous sea.

    Montano. Is he well shipp'd?

8 II / 1
  • But, good lieutenant, is your general wived?
  • But, good lieutenant, is your general wived?
  • Second Gentleman. I shall.

    Montano. But, good lieutenant, is your general wived?

9 II / 1
  • What is she?
  • What is she?
  • Cassio. Has had most favourable and happy speed:
    Tempests themselves, high seas, and howling winds,
    The gutter'd rocks and congregated sands--
    Traitors ensteep'd to clog the guiltless keel,--
    As having sense of beauty, do omit
    Their mortal natures, letting go safely by
    The divine Desdemona.

    Montano. What is she?

10 II / 3
  • Good faith, a little one; not past a pint, as I am
    a soldier.
  • Good faith, a little one; not past a pint, as I am
    a soldier.
  • Cassio. 'Fore God, they have given me a rouse already.

    Montano. Good faith, a little one; not past a pint, as I am
    a soldier.

11 II / 3
  • I am for it, lieutenant; and I'll do you justice.
  • I am for it, lieutenant; and I'll do you justice.
  • Cassio. To the health of our general!

    Montano. I am for it, lieutenant; and I'll do you justice.

12 II / 3
  • To the platform, masters; come, let's set the watch.
  • To the platform, masters; come, let's set the watch.
  • Cassio. Why, very well then; you must not think then that I am drunk.

    Montano. To the platform, masters; come, let's set the watch.

13 II / 3
  • But is he often thus?
  • But is he often thus?
  • Iago. You see this fellow that is gone before;
    He is a soldier fit to stand by Caesar
    And give direction: and do but see his vice;
    'Tis to his virtue a just equinox,
    The one as long as the other: 'tis pity of him.
    I fear the trust Othello puts him in.
    On some odd time of his infirmity,
    Will shake this island.

    Montano. But is he often thus?

14 II / 3
  • It were well
    The general were put in mind of it.
    Perhaps he sees it not;...
  • It were well
    The general were put in mind of it.
    Perhaps he sees it not; or his good nature
    Prizes the virtue that appears in Cassio,
    And looks not on his evils: is not this true?
  • Iago. 'Tis evermore the prologue to his sleep:
    He'll watch the horologe a double set,
    If drink rock not his cradle.

    Montano. It were well
    The general were put in mind of it.
    Perhaps he sees it not; or his good nature
    Prizes the virtue that appears in Cassio,
    And looks not on his evils: is not this true?

15 II / 3
  • And 'tis great pity that the noble Moor
    Should hazard such a place as his ow...
  • And 'tis great pity that the noble Moor
    Should hazard such a place as his own second
    With one of an ingraft infirmity:
    It were an honest action to say
    So to the Moor.
  • Iago. [Aside to him] How now, Roderigo!
    I pray you, after the lieutenant; go.

    Montano. And 'tis great pity that the noble Moor
    Should hazard such a place as his own second
    With one of an ingraft infirmity:
    It were an honest action to say
    So to the Moor.

16 II / 3
  • What's the matter, lieutenant?
  • What's the matter, lieutenant?
  • Cassio. You rogue! you rascal!

    Montano. What's the matter, lieutenant?

17 II / 3
  • Nay, good lieutenant;
    [Staying him]
    I pray you, sir, hold your hand.
  • Nay, good lieutenant;
    [Staying him]
    I pray you, sir, hold your hand.
  • Cassio. Dost thou prate, rogue?

    Montano. Nay, good lieutenant;
    [Staying him]
    I pray you, sir, hold your hand.

18 II / 3
  • Come, come,
    you're drunk.
  • Come, come,
    you're drunk.
  • Cassio. Let me go, sir,
    Or I'll knock you o'er the mazzard.

    Montano. Come, come,
    you're drunk.

19 II / 3
  • 'Zounds, I bleed still; I am hurt to the death.
  • 'Zounds, I bleed still; I am hurt to the death.
  • Othello. What is the matter here?

    Montano. 'Zounds, I bleed still; I am hurt to the death.

20 II / 3
  • Worthy Othello, I am hurt to danger:
    Your officer, Iago, can inform you,-- <...
  • Worthy Othello, I am hurt to danger:
    Your officer, Iago, can inform you,--
    While I spare speech, which something now
    offends me,--
    Of all that I do know: nor know I aught
    By me that's said or done amiss this night;
    Unless self-charity be sometimes a vice,
    And to defend ourselves it be a sin
    When violence assails us.
  • Othello. Worthy Montano, you were wont be civil;
    The gravity and stillness of your youth
    The world hath noted, and your name is great
    In mouths of wisest censure: what's the matter,
    That you unlace your reputation thus
    And spend your rich opinion for the name
    Of a night-brawler? give me answer to it.

    Montano. Worthy Othello, I am hurt to danger:
    Your officer, Iago, can inform you,--
    While I spare speech, which something now
    offends me,--
    Of all that I do know: nor know I aught
    By me that's said or done amiss this night;
    Unless self-charity be sometimes a vice,
    And to defend ourselves it be a sin
    When violence assails us.

21 II / 3
  • If partially affined, or leagued in office,
    Thou dost deliver more or less t...
  • If partially affined, or leagued in office,
    Thou dost deliver more or less than truth,
    Thou art no soldier.
  • Othello. Now, by heaven,
    My blood begins my safer guides to rule;
    And passion, having my best judgment collied,
    Assays to lead the way: if I once stir,
    Or do but lift this arm, the best of you
    Shall sink in my rebuke. Give me to know
    How this foul rout began, who set it on;
    And he that is approved in this offence,
    Though he had twinn'd with me, both at a birth,
    Shall lose me. What! in a town of war,
    Yet wild, the people's hearts brimful of fear,
    To manage private and domestic quarrel,
    In night, and on the court and guard of safety!
    'Tis monstrous. Iago, who began't?

    Montano. If partially affined, or leagued in office,
    Thou dost deliver more or less than truth,
    Thou art no soldier.

22 V / 2
  • What is the matter? How now, general!
  • What is the matter? How now, general!
  • Emilia. Thou hast not half that power to do me harm
    As I have to be hurt. O gull! O dolt!
    As ignorant as dirt! thou hast done a deed--
    I care not for thy sword; I'll make thee known,
    Though I lost twenty lives.--Help! help, ho! help!
    The Moor hath kill'd my mistress! Murder! murder!

    Montano. What is the matter? How now, general!

23 V / 2
  • O monstrous act!
  • O monstrous act!
  • Gratiano. 'Tis a strange truth.

    Montano. O monstrous act!

24 V / 2
  • 'Tis a notorious villain. Take you this weapon,
    Which I have here recover'd...
  • 'Tis a notorious villain. Take you this weapon,
    Which I have here recover'd from the Moor:
    Come, guard the door without; let him not pass,
    But kill him rather. I'll after that same villain,
    For 'tis a damned slave.
  • Gratiano. He's gone, but his wife's kill'd.

    Montano. 'Tis a notorious villain. Take you this weapon,
    Which I have here recover'd from the Moor:
    Come, guard the door without; let him not pass,
    But kill him rather. I'll after that same villain,
    For 'tis a damned slave.

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