Speeches (Lines) for Montano
in "Othello"
Total: 24

1

II,1,764

What from the cape can you discern at sea?

2

II,1,768

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,1,781

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,1,790

How! is this true?

5

II,1,796

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

6

II,1,801

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,1,816

Is he well shipp'd?

8

II,1,834

But, good lieutenant, is your general wived?

9

II,1,850

What is she?

10

II,3,1198

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

11

II,3,1219

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

12

II,3,1250

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

13

II,3,1259

But is he often thus?

14

II,3,1263

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,3,1272

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,3,1283

What's the matter, lieutenant?

17

II,3,1289

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

18

II,3,1294

Come, come,
you're drunk.

19

II,3,1309

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

20

II,3,1343

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,3,1366

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

22

V,2,3505

What is the matter? How now, general!

23

V,2,3527

O monstrous act!

24

V,2,3588

'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.