collied

Or , if there were a sympathy in choice ,
War , death , or sickness did lay siege to it ,
Making it momentany as a sound ,
Swift as a shadow , short as any dream ,
Brief as the lightning in the collied night ,
That , in a spleen , unfolds both heaven and Earth earth ,
And , ere a man hath power to say Behold !
The jaws of darkness do devour it up .
So quick bright things come to confusion .

Now , by heaven ,
My blood begins my safer guides to rule ,
And passion , having my best judgment collied ,
Assays to lead the way . Zounds , if I 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 offense ,
Though he had twinned 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 ?