:37:05
Good lieutenant, hold!
:37:07
Mutiny!
:37:10
Mutiny!
:37:21
Help, ho! Lieutenant!
:37:31
God's will, lieutenant.
Hold!
:37:32
Hold, for your lives!
:37:35
Hold, for shame!
:37:36
What's the matter here?!
:37:38
Are we turned Turks?!
:37:41
For Christian shame,
put by this barbarous brawl.
:37:45
He who stirs next
to carve for his own rage...
:37:48
...holds his soul light.
:37:50
He dies upon his motion.
:37:55
What is the matter, masters?
:37:58
Michael...
:38:00
...how comes it you are thus forgot?
:38:05
l pray you, pardon me, sir!
:38:08
l cannot speak.
:38:12
Worthy Montano...
:38:16
...what is the matter that
you unlace your reputation thus...
:38:20
...and spend your rich opinion for
the name of a night-brawler?
:38:23
-Give me answer to it.
-Worthy Othello, l am hurt to danger.
:38:28
Your officer, lago, can inform you,
while l spare speech...
:38:31
...of all that l do know.
:38:43
Now, by heaven, my blood begins
my safer guides to rule.
:38:47
On thy love l charge thee, lago.
Who began it?
:38:51
lf partially affined or
leagued in office...
:38:54
...thou dost deliver more
or less than truth...
:38:57
...thou art no soldier.
:38:59
Touch me not so near!
l had rather cut this tongue...