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Othello<\/h1>\n

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by William Shakespeare<\/a><\/i><\/h3>\n

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<\/a>Dramatis Personae<\/h2>\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n
DUKE OF VENICE:<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
BRABANTIO<\/td>\na senator.<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nOther Senators.
\n(Senator:)
\n(First Senator:)
\n(Second Senator:)<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
GRATIANO<\/td>\nbrother to Brabantio.<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
LODOVICO<\/td>\nkinsman to Brabantio.<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
OTHELLO<\/td>\na noble Moor in the service of the Venetian state.<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
CASSIO<\/td>\nhis lieutenant.<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
IAGO<\/td>\nhis ancient.<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
RODERIGO<\/td>\na Venetian gentleman.<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
MONTANO<\/td>\nOthello\u2019s predecessor in the government of Cyprus.<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nClown, servant to Othello. (Clown:)<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
DESDEMONA<\/td>\ndaughter to Brabantio and wife to Othello.<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
EMILIA<\/td>\nwife to Iago.<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
BIANCA<\/td>\nmistress to Cassio.<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nSailor, Messenger, Herald, Officers, Gentlemen,
\nMusicians, and Attendants.
\n(Sailor:)
\n(First Officer:)
\n(Messenger:)
\n(Gentleman:)
\n(First Gentleman:)
\n(Second Gentleman:)
\n(Third Gentleman:)
\n(First Musician:)<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n

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ACT I<\/h3>\n

SCENE I. Venice. A street.<\/h3>\n

Enter RODERIGO and IAGO<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>RODERIGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Tush! never tell me; I take it much unkindly
\n<\/a>That thou, Iago, who hast had my purse
\n<\/a>As if the strings were thine, shouldst know of this.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>‘Sblood, but you will not hear me:
\n<\/a>If ever I did dream of such a matter, Abhor me.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>RODERIGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Thou told’st me thou didst hold him in thy hate.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Despise me, if I do not. Three great ones of the city,
\n<\/a>In personal suit to make me his lieutenant,
\n<\/a>Off-capp’d to him: and, by the faith of man,
\n<\/a>I know my price, I am worth no worse a place:
\n<\/a>But he; as loving his own pride and purposes,
\n<\/a>Evades them, with a bombast circumstance
\n<\/a>Horribly stuff’d with epithets of war;
\n<\/a>And, in conclusion,
\n<\/a>Nonsuits my mediators; for, ‘Certes,’ says he,
\n<\/a>‘I have already chose my officer.’
\n<\/a>And what was he?
\n<\/a>Forsooth, a great arithmetician,
\n<\/a>One Michael Cassio, a Florentine,
\n<\/a>A fellow almost damn’d in a fair wife;
\n<\/a>That never set a squadron in the field,
\n<\/a>Nor the division of a battle knows
\n<\/a>More than a spinster; unless the bookish theoric,
\n<\/a>Wherein the toged consuls can propose
\n<\/a>As masterly as he: mere prattle, without practise,
\n<\/a>Is all his soldiership. But he, sir, had the election:
\n<\/a>And I, of whom his eyes had seen the proof
\n<\/a>At Rhodes, at Cyprus and on other grounds
\n<\/a>Christian and heathen, must be be-lee’d and calm’d
\n<\/a>By debitor and creditor: this counter-caster,
\n<\/a>He, in good time, must his lieutenant be,
\n<\/a>And I–God bless the mark!–his Moorship’s ancient.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>RODERIGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>By heaven, I rather would have been his hangman.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Why, there’s no remedy; ’tis the curse of service,
\n<\/a>Preferment goes by letter and affection,
\n<\/a>And not by old gradation, where each second
\n<\/a>Stood heir to the first. Now, sir, be judge yourself,
\n<\/a>Whether I in any just term am affined
\n<\/a>To love the Moor.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>RODERIGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>I would not follow him then.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>O, sir, content you;
\n<\/a>I follow him to serve my turn upon him:
\n<\/a>We cannot all be masters, nor all masters
\n<\/a>Cannot be truly follow’d. You shall mark
\n<\/a>Many a duteous and knee-crooking knave,
\n<\/a>That, doting on his own obsequious bondage,
\n<\/a>Wears out his time, much like his master’s ass,
\n<\/a>For nought but provender, and when he’s old, cashier’d:
\n<\/a>Whip me such honest knaves. Others there are
\n<\/a>Who, trimm’d in forms and visages of duty,
\n<\/a>Keep yet their hearts attending on themselves,
\n<\/a>And, throwing but shows of service on their lords,
\n<\/a>Do well thrive by them and when they have lined
\n<\/a>their coats
\n<\/a>Do themselves homage: these fellows have some soul;
\n<\/a>And such a one do I profess myself. For, sir,
\n<\/a>It is as sure as you are Roderigo,
\n<\/a>Were I the Moor, I would not be Iago:
\n<\/a>In following him, I follow but myself;
\n<\/a>Heaven is my judge, not I for love and duty,
\n<\/a>But seeming so, for my peculiar end:
\n<\/a>For when my outward action doth demonstrate
\n<\/a>The native act and figure of my heart
\n<\/a>In compliment extern, ’tis not long after
\n<\/a>But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve
\n<\/a>For daws to peck at: I am not what I am.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>RODERIGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>What a full fortune does the thicklips owe
\n<\/a>If he can carry’t thus!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Call up her father,
\n<\/a>Rouse him: make after him, poison his delight,
\n<\/a>Proclaim him in the streets; incense her kinsmen,
\n<\/a>And, though he in a fertile climate dwell,
\n<\/a>Plague him with flies: though that his joy be joy,
\n<\/a>Yet throw such changes of vexation on’t,
\n<\/a>As it may lose some colour.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>RODERIGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Here is her father’s house; I’ll call aloud.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Do, with like timorous accent and dire yell
\n<\/a>As when, by night and negligence, the fire
\n<\/a>Is spied in populous cities.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>RODERIGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>What, ho, Brabantio! Signior Brabantio, ho!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Awake! what, ho, Brabantio! thieves! thieves! thieves!
\n<\/a>Look to your house, your daughter and your bags!
\n<\/a>Thieves! thieves!
\nBRABANTIO appears above, at a window<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>BRABANTIO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>What is the reason of this terrible summons?
\n<\/a>What is the matter there?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>RODERIGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Signior, is all your family within?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Are your doors lock’d?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>BRABANTIO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Why, wherefore ask you this?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>‘Zounds, sir, you’re robb’d; for shame, put on
\n<\/a>your gown;
\n<\/a>Your heart is burst, you have lost half your soul;
\n<\/a>Even now, now, very now, an old black ram
\n<\/a>Is topping your white ewe. Arise, arise;
\n<\/a>Awake the snorting citizens with the bell,
\n<\/a>Or else the devil will make a grandsire of you:
\n<\/a>Arise, I say.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>BRABANTIO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a> What, have you lost your wits?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>RODERIGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Most reverend signior, do you know my voice?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>BRABANTIO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Not I what are you?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>RODERIGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>My name is Roderigo.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>BRABANTIO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>The worser welcome:
\n<\/a>I have charged thee not to haunt about my doors:
\n<\/a>In honest plainness thou hast heard me say
\n<\/a>My daughter is not for thee; and now, in madness,
\n<\/a>Being full of supper and distempering draughts,
\n<\/a>Upon malicious bravery, dost thou come
\n<\/a>To start my quiet.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>RODERIGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Sir, sir, sir,–<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>BRABANTIO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a> But thou must needs be sure
\n<\/a>My spirit and my place have in them power
\n<\/a>To make this bitter to thee.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>RODERIGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Patience, good sir.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>BRABANTIO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>What tell’st thou me of robbing? this is Venice;
\n<\/a>My house is not a grange.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>RODERIGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Most grave Brabantio,
\n<\/a>In simple and pure soul I come to you.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>‘Zounds, sir, you are one of those that will not
\n<\/a>serve God, if the devil bid you. Because we come to
\n<\/a>do you service and you think we are ruffians, you’ll
\n<\/a>have your daughter covered with a Barbary horse;
\n<\/a>you’ll have your nephews neigh to you; you’ll have
\n<\/a>coursers for cousins and gennets for germans.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>BRABANTIO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>What profane wretch art thou?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>I am one, sir, that comes to tell you your daughter
\n<\/a>and the Moor are now making the beast with two backs.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>BRABANTIO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Thou art a villain.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>You are–a senator.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>BRABANTIO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>This thou shalt answer; I know thee, Roderigo.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>RODERIGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Sir, I will answer any thing. But, I beseech you,
\n<\/a>If’t be your pleasure and most wise consent,
\n<\/a>As partly I find it is, that your fair daughter,
\n<\/a>At this odd-even and dull watch o’ the night,
\n<\/a>Transported, with no worse nor better guard
\n<\/a>But with a knave of common hire, a gondolier,
\n<\/a>To the gross clasps of a lascivious Moor–
\n<\/a>If this be known to you and your allowance,
\n<\/a>We then have done you bold and saucy wrongs;
\n<\/a>But if you know not this, my manners tell me
\n<\/a>We have your wrong rebuke. Do not believe
\n<\/a>That, from the sense of all civility,
\n<\/a>I thus would play and trifle with your reverence:
\n<\/a>Your daughter, if you have not given her leave,
\n<\/a>I say again, hath made a gross revolt;
\n<\/a>Tying her duty, beauty, wit and fortunes
\n<\/a>In an extravagant and wheeling stranger
\n<\/a>Of here and every where. Straight satisfy yourself:
\n<\/a>If she be in her chamber or your house,
\n<\/a>Let loose on me the justice of the state
\n<\/a>For thus deluding you.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>BRABANTIO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Strike on the tinder, ho!
\n<\/a>Give me a taper! call up all my people!
\n<\/a>This accident is not unlike my dream:
\n<\/a>Belief of it oppresses me already.
\n<\/a>Light, I say! light!
\nExit above<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Farewell; for I must leave you:
\n<\/a>It seems not meet, nor wholesome to my place,
\n<\/a>To be produced–as, if I stay, I shall–
\n<\/a>Against the Moor: for, I do know, the state,
\n<\/a>However this may gall him with some cheque,
\n<\/a>Cannot with safety cast him, for he’s embark’d
\n<\/a>With such loud reason to the Cyprus wars,
\n<\/a>Which even now stand in act, that, for their souls,
\n<\/a>Another of his fathom they have none,
\n<\/a>To lead their business: in which regard,
\n<\/a>Though I do hate him as I do hell-pains.
\n<\/a>Yet, for necessity of present life,
\n<\/a>I must show out a flag and sign of love,
\n<\/a>Which is indeed but sign. That you shall surely find him,
\n<\/a>Lead to the Sagittary the raised search;
\n<\/a>And there will I be with him. So, farewell.
\nExit<\/i><\/p>\n

Enter, below, BRABANTIO, and Servants with torches<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>BRABANTIO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>It is too true an evil: gone she is;
\n<\/a>And what’s to come of my despised time
\n<\/a>Is nought but bitterness. Now, Roderigo,
\n<\/a>Where didst thou see her? O unhappy girl!
\n<\/a>With the Moor, say’st thou? Who would be a father!
\n<\/a>How didst thou know ’twas she? O she deceives me
\n<\/a>Past thought! What said she to you? Get more tapers:
\n<\/a>Raise all my kindred. Are they married, think you?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>RODERIGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Truly, I think they are.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>BRABANTIO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>O heaven! How got she out? O treason of the blood!
\n<\/a>Fathers, from hence trust not your daughters’ minds
\n<\/a>By what you see them act. Is there not charms
\n<\/a>By which the property of youth and maidhood
\n<\/a>May be abused? Have you not read, Roderigo,
\n<\/a>Of some such thing?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>RODERIGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Yes, sir, I have indeed.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>BRABANTIO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Call up my brother. O, would you had had her!
\n<\/a>Some one way, some another. Do you know
\n<\/a>Where we may apprehend her and the Moor?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>RODERIGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>I think I can discover him, if you please,
\n<\/a>To get good guard and go along with me.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>BRABANTIO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Pray you, lead on. At every house I’ll call;
\n<\/a>I may command at most. Get weapons, ho!
\n<\/a>And raise some special officers of night.
\n<\/a>On, good Roderigo: I’ll deserve your pains.
\nExeunt<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

SCENE II. Another street.<\/h3>\n

Enter OTHELLO, IAGO, and Attendants with torches<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Though in the trade of war I have slain men,
\n<\/a>Yet do I hold it very stuff o’ the conscience
\n<\/a>To do no contrived murder: I lack iniquity
\n<\/a>Sometimes to do me service: nine or ten times
\n<\/a>I had thought to have yerk’d him here under the ribs.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>‘Tis better as it is.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Nay, but he prated,
\n<\/a>And spoke such scurvy and provoking terms
\n<\/a>Against your honour
\n<\/a>That, with the little godliness I have,
\n<\/a>I did full hard forbear him. But, I pray you, sir,
\n<\/a>Are you fast married? Be assured of this,
\n<\/a>That the magnifico is much beloved,
\n<\/a>And hath in his effect a voice potential
\n<\/a>As double as the duke’s: he will divorce you;
\n<\/a>Or put upon you what restraint and grievance
\n<\/a>The law, with all his might to enforce it on,
\n<\/a>Will give him cable.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Let him do his spite:
\n<\/a>My services which I have done the signiory
\n<\/a>Shall out-tongue his complaints. ‘Tis yet to know,–
\n<\/a>Which, when I know that boasting is an honour,
\n<\/a>I shall promulgate–I fetch my life and being
\n<\/a>From men of royal siege, and my demerits
\n<\/a>May speak unbonneted to as proud a fortune
\n<\/a>As this that I have reach’d: for know, Iago,
\n<\/a>But that I love the gentle Desdemona,
\n<\/a>I would not my unhoused free condition
\n<\/a>Put into circumscription and confine
\n<\/a>For the sea’s worth. But, look! what lights come yond?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Those are the raised father and his friends:
\n<\/a>You were best go in.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Not I I must be found:
\n<\/a>My parts, my title and my perfect soul
\n<\/a>Shall manifest me rightly. Is it they?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>By Janus, I think no.
\nEnter CASSIO, and certain Officers with torches<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>The servants of the duke, and my lieutenant.
\n<\/a>The goodness of the night upon you, friends!
\n<\/a>What is the news?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>CASSIO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a> The duke does greet you, general,
\n<\/a>And he requires your haste-post-haste appearance,
\n<\/a>Even on the instant.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>What is the matter, think you?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>CASSIO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Something from Cyprus as I may divine:
\n<\/a>It is a business of some heat: the galleys
\n<\/a>Have sent a dozen sequent messengers
\n<\/a>This very night at one another’s heels,
\n<\/a>And many of the consuls, raised and met,
\n<\/a>Are at the duke’s already: you have been
\n<\/a>hotly call’d for;
\n<\/a>When, being not at your lodging to be found,
\n<\/a>The senate hath sent about three several guests
\n<\/a>To search you out.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>‘Tis well I am found by you.
\n<\/a>I will but spend a word here in the house,
\n<\/a>And go with you.
\nExit<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>CASSIO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a> Ancient, what makes he here?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>‘Faith, he to-night hath boarded a land carack:
\n<\/a>If it prove lawful prize, he’s made for ever.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>CASSIO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>I do not understand.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>He’s married.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>CASSIO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>To who?
\nRe-enter OTHELLO<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Marry, to–Come, captain, will you go?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Have with you.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>CASSIO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Here comes another troop to seek for you.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>It is Brabantio. General, be advised;
\n<\/a>He comes to bad intent.
\nEnter BRABANTIO, RODERIGO, and Officers with torches and weapons<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Holla! stand there!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>RODERIGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Signior, it is the Moor.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>BRABANTIO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Down with him, thief!
\nThey draw on both sides<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>You, Roderigo! come, sir, I am for you.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Keep up your bright swords, for the dew will rust them.
\n<\/a>Good signior, you shall more command with years
\n<\/a>Than with your weapons.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>BRABANTIO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>O thou foul thief, where hast thou stow’d my daughter?
\n<\/a>Damn’d as thou art, thou hast enchanted her;
\n<\/a>For I’ll refer me to all things of sense,
\n<\/a>If she in chains of magic were not bound,
\n<\/a>Whether a maid so tender, fair and happy,
\n<\/a>So opposite to marriage that she shunned
\n<\/a>The wealthy curled darlings of our nation,
\n<\/a>Would ever have, to incur a general mock,
\n<\/a>Run from her guardage to the sooty bosom
\n<\/a>Of such a thing as thou, to fear, not to delight.
\n<\/a>Judge me the world, if ’tis not gross in sense
\n<\/a>That thou hast practised on her with foul charms,
\n<\/a>Abused her delicate youth with drugs or minerals
\n<\/a>That weaken motion: I’ll have’t disputed on;
\n<\/a>‘Tis probable and palpable to thinking.
\n<\/a>I therefore apprehend and do attach thee
\n<\/a>For an abuser of the world, a practiser
\n<\/a>Of arts inhibited and out of warrant.
\n<\/a>Lay hold upon him: if he do resist,
\n<\/a>Subdue him at his peril.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Hold your hands,
\n<\/a>Both you of my inclining, and the rest:
\n<\/a>Were it my cue to fight, I should have known it
\n<\/a>Without a prompter. Where will you that I go
\n<\/a>To answer this your charge?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>BRABANTIO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>To prison, till fit time
\n<\/a>Of law and course of direct session
\n<\/a>Call thee to answer.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>What if I do obey?
\n<\/a>How may the duke be therewith satisfied,
\n<\/a>Whose messengers are here about my side,
\n<\/a>Upon some present business of the state
\n<\/a>To bring me to him?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>First Officer<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>‘Tis true, most worthy signior;
\n<\/a>The duke’s in council and your noble self,
\n<\/a>I am sure, is sent for.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>BRABANTIO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>How! the duke in council!
\n<\/a>In this time of the night! Bring him away:
\n<\/a>Mine’s not an idle cause: the duke himself,
\n<\/a>Or any of my brothers of the state,
\n<\/a>Cannot but feel this wrong as ’twere their own;
\n<\/a>For if such actions may have passage free,
\n<\/a>Bond-slaves and pagans shall our statesmen be.
\nExeunt<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

SCENE III. A council-chamber.<\/h3>\n

The DUKE and Senators sitting at a table; Officers attending<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DUKE OF VENICE<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>There is no composition in these news
\n<\/a>That gives them credit.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>First Senator<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Indeed, they are disproportion’d;
\n<\/a>My letters say a hundred and seven galleys.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DUKE OF VENICE<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>And mine, a hundred and forty.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>Second Senator<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>And mine, two hundred:
\n<\/a>But though they jump not on a just account,–
\n<\/a>As in these cases, where the aim reports,
\n<\/a>‘Tis oft with difference–yet do they all confirm
\n<\/a>A Turkish fleet, and bearing up to Cyprus.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DUKE OF VENICE<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Nay, it is possible enough to judgment:
\n<\/a>I do not so secure me in the error,
\n<\/a>But the main article I do approve
\n<\/a>In fearful sense.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>Sailor<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>[Within] What, ho! what, ho! what, ho!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>First Officer<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>A messenger from the galleys.
\nEnter a Sailor<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DUKE OF VENICE<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Now, what’s the business?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>Sailor<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>The Turkish preparation makes for Rhodes;
\n<\/a>So was I bid report here to the state
\n<\/a>By Signior Angelo.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DUKE OF VENICE<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>How say you by this change?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>First Senator<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>This cannot be,
\n<\/a>By no assay of reason: ’tis a pageant,
\n<\/a>To keep us in false gaze. When we consider
\n<\/a>The importancy of Cyprus to the Turk,
\n<\/a>And let ourselves again but understand,
\n<\/a>That as it more concerns the Turk than Rhodes,
\n<\/a>So may he with more facile question bear it,
\n<\/a>For that it stands not in such warlike brace,
\n<\/a>But altogether lacks the abilities
\n<\/a>That Rhodes is dress’d in: if we make thought of this,
\n<\/a>We must not think the Turk is so unskilful
\n<\/a>To leave that latest which concerns him first,
\n<\/a>Neglecting an attempt of ease and gain,
\n<\/a>To wake and wage a danger profitless.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DUKE OF VENICE<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Nay, in all confidence, he’s not for Rhodes.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>First Officer<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Here is more news.
\nEnter a Messenger<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>Messenger<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>The Ottomites, reverend and gracious,
\n<\/a>Steering with due course towards the isle of Rhodes,
\n<\/a>Have there injointed them with an after fleet.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>First Senator<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Ay, so I thought. How many, as you guess?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>Messenger<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Of thirty sail: and now they do restem
\n<\/a>Their backward course, bearing with frank appearance
\n<\/a>Their purposes toward Cyprus. Signior Montano,
\n<\/a>Your trusty and most valiant servitor,
\n<\/a>With his free duty recommends you thus,
\n<\/a>And prays you to believe him.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DUKE OF VENICE<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>‘Tis certain, then, for Cyprus.
\n<\/a>Marcus Luccicos, is not he in town?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>First Senator<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>He’s now in Florence.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DUKE OF VENICE<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Write from us to him; post-post-haste dispatch.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>First Senator<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Here comes Brabantio and the valiant Moor.
\nEnter BRABANTIO, OTHELLO, IAGO, RODERIGO, and Officers<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DUKE OF VENICE<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Valiant Othello, we must straight employ you
\n<\/a>Against the general enemy Ottoman.
\nTo BRABANTIO<\/i><\/p>\n

<\/a>I did not see you; welcome, gentle signior;
\n<\/a>We lack’d your counsel and your help tonight.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>BRABANTIO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>So did I yours. Good your grace, pardon me;
\n<\/a>Neither my place nor aught I heard of business
\n<\/a>Hath raised me from my bed, nor doth the general care
\n<\/a>Take hold on me, for my particular grief
\n<\/a>Is of so flood-gate and o’erbearing nature
\n<\/a>That it engluts and swallows other sorrows
\n<\/a>And it is still itself.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DUKE OF VENICE<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Why, what’s the matter?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>BRABANTIO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>My daughter! O, my daughter!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DUKE OF VENICE<\/b> <\/a>Senator<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Dead?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>BRABANTIO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Ay, to me;
\n<\/a>She is abused, stol’n from me, and corrupted
\n<\/a>By spells and medicines bought of mountebanks;
\n<\/a>For nature so preposterously to err,
\n<\/a>Being not deficient, blind, or lame of sense,
\n<\/a>Sans witchcraft could not.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DUKE OF VENICE<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Whoe’er he be that in this foul proceeding
\n<\/a>Hath thus beguiled your daughter of herself
\n<\/a>And you of her, the bloody book of law
\n<\/a>You shall yourself read in the bitter letter
\n<\/a>After your own sense, yea, though our proper son
\n<\/a>Stood in your action.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>BRABANTIO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Humbly I thank your grace.
\n<\/a>Here is the man, this Moor, whom now, it seems,
\n<\/a>Your special mandate for the state-affairs
\n<\/a>Hath hither brought.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DUKE OF VENICE<\/b> <\/a>Senator<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>We are very sorry for’t.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DUKE OF VENICE<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>[To OTHELLO] What, in your own part, can you say to this?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>BRABANTIO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Nothing, but this is so.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Most potent, grave, and reverend signiors,
\n<\/a>My very noble and approved good masters,
\n<\/a>That I have ta’en away this old man’s daughter,
\n<\/a>It is most true; true, I have married her:
\n<\/a>The very head and front of my offending
\n<\/a>Hath this extent, no more. Rude am I in my speech,
\n<\/a>And little bless’d with the soft phrase of peace:
\n<\/a>For since these arms of mine had seven years’ pith,
\n<\/a>Till now some nine moons wasted, they have used
\n<\/a>Their dearest action in the tented field,
\n<\/a>And little of this great world can I speak,
\n<\/a>More than pertains to feats of broil and battle,
\n<\/a>And therefore little shall I grace my cause
\n<\/a>In speaking for myself. Yet, by your gracious patience,
\n<\/a>I will a round unvarnish’d tale deliver
\n<\/a>Of my whole course of love; what drugs, what charms,
\n<\/a>What conjuration and what mighty magic,
\n<\/a>For such proceeding I am charged withal,
\n<\/a>I won his daughter.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>BRABANTIO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>A maiden never bold;
\n<\/a>Of spirit so still and quiet, that her motion
\n<\/a>Blush’d at herself; and she, in spite of nature,
\n<\/a>Of years, of country, credit, every thing,
\n<\/a>To fall in love with what she fear’d to look on!
\n<\/a>It is a judgment maim’d and most imperfect
\n<\/a>That will confess perfection so could err
\n<\/a>Against all rules of nature, and must be driven
\n<\/a>To find out practises of cunning hell,
\n<\/a>Why this should be. I therefore vouch again
\n<\/a>That with some mixtures powerful o’er the blood,
\n<\/a>Or with some dram conjured to this effect,
\n<\/a>He wrought upon her.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DUKE OF VENICE<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>To vouch this, is no proof,
\n<\/a>Without more wider and more overt test
\n<\/a>Than these thin habits and poor likelihoods
\n<\/a>Of modern seeming do prefer against him.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>First Senator<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>But, Othello, speak:
\n<\/a>Did you by indirect and forced courses
\n<\/a>Subdue and poison this young maid’s affections?
\n<\/a>Or came it by request and such fair question
\n<\/a>As soul to soul affordeth?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>I do beseech you,
\n<\/a>Send for the lady to the Sagittary,
\n<\/a>And let her speak of me before her father:
\n<\/a>If you do find me foul in her report,
\n<\/a>The trust, the office I do hold of you,
\n<\/a>Not only take away, but let your sentence
\n<\/a>Even fall upon my life.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DUKE OF VENICE<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Fetch Desdemona hither.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Ancient, conduct them: you best know the place.
\nExeunt IAGO and Attendants<\/i><\/p>\n

<\/a>And, till she come, as truly as to heaven
\n<\/a>I do confess the vices of my blood,
\n<\/a>So justly to your grave ears I’ll present
\n<\/a>How I did thrive in this fair lady’s love,
\n<\/a>And she in mine.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DUKE OF VENICE<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Say it, Othello.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Her father loved me; oft invited me;
\n<\/a>Still question’d me the story of my life,
\n<\/a>From year to year, the battles, sieges, fortunes,
\n<\/a>That I have passed.
\n<\/a>I ran it through, even from my boyish days,
\n<\/a>To the very moment that he bade me tell it;
\n<\/a>Wherein I spake of most disastrous chances,
\n<\/a>Of moving accidents by flood and field
\n<\/a>Of hair-breadth scapes i’ the imminent deadly breach,
\n<\/a>Of being taken by the insolent foe
\n<\/a>And sold to slavery, of my redemption thence
\n<\/a>And portance in my travels’ history:
\n<\/a>Wherein of antres vast and deserts idle,
\n<\/a>Rough quarries, rocks and hills whose heads touch heaven
\n<\/a>It was my hint to speak,–such was the process;
\n<\/a>And of the Cannibals that each other eat,
\n<\/a>The Anthropophagi and men whose heads
\n<\/a>Do grow beneath their shoulders. This to hear
\n<\/a>Would Desdemona seriously incline:
\n<\/a>But still the house-affairs would draw her thence:
\n<\/a>Which ever as she could with haste dispatch,
\n<\/a>She’ld come again, and with a greedy ear
\n<\/a>Devour up my discourse: which I observing,
\n<\/a>Took once a pliant hour, and found good means
\n<\/a>To draw from her a prayer of earnest heart
\n<\/a>That I would all my pilgrimage dilate,
\n<\/a>Whereof by parcels she had something heard,
\n<\/a>But not intentively: I did consent,
\n<\/a>And often did beguile her of her tears,
\n<\/a>When I did speak of some distressful stroke
\n<\/a>That my youth suffer’d. My story being done,
\n<\/a>She gave me for my pains a world of sighs:
\n<\/a>She swore, in faith, twas strange, ’twas passing strange,
\n<\/a>‘Twas pitiful, ’twas wondrous pitiful:
\n<\/a>She wish’d she had not heard it, yet she wish’d
\n<\/a>That heaven had made her such a man: she thank’d me,
\n<\/a>And bade me, if I had a friend that loved her,
\n<\/a>I should but teach him how to tell my story.
\n<\/a>And that would woo her. Upon this hint I spake:
\n<\/a>She loved me for the dangers I had pass’d,
\n<\/a>And I loved her that she did pity them.
\n<\/a>This only is the witchcraft I have used:
\n<\/a>Here comes the lady; let her witness it.
\nEnter DESDEMONA, IAGO, and Attendants<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DUKE OF VENICE<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>I think this tale would win my daughter too.
\n<\/a>Good Brabantio,
\n<\/a>Take up this mangled matter at the best:
\n<\/a>Men do their broken weapons rather use
\n<\/a>Than their bare hands.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>BRABANTIO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>I pray you, hear her speak:
\n<\/a>If she confess that she was half the wooer,
\n<\/a>Destruction on my head, if my bad blame
\n<\/a>Light on the man! Come hither, gentle mistress:
\n<\/a>Do you perceive in all this noble company
\n<\/a>Where most you owe obedience?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>My noble father,
\n<\/a>I do perceive here a divided duty:
\n<\/a>To you I am bound for life and education;
\n<\/a>My life and education both do learn me
\n<\/a>How to respect you; you are the lord of duty;
\n<\/a>I am hitherto your daughter: but here’s my husband,
\n<\/a>And so much duty as my mother show’d
\n<\/a>To you, preferring you before her father,
\n<\/a>So much I challenge that I may profess
\n<\/a>Due to the Moor my lord.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>BRABANTIO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>God be wi’ you! I have done.
\n<\/a>Please it your grace, on to the state-affairs:
\n<\/a>I had rather to adopt a child than get it.
\n<\/a>Come hither, Moor:
\n<\/a>I here do give thee that with all my heart
\n<\/a>Which, but thou hast already, with all my heart
\n<\/a>I would keep from thee. For your sake, jewel,
\n<\/a>I am glad at soul I have no other child:
\n<\/a>For thy escape would teach me tyranny,
\n<\/a>To hang clogs on them. I have done, my lord.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DUKE OF VENICE<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Let me speak like yourself, and lay a sentence,
\n<\/a>Which, as a grise or step, may help these lovers
\n<\/a>Into your favour.
\n<\/a>When remedies are past, the griefs are ended
\n<\/a>By seeing the worst, which late on hopes depended.
\n<\/a>To mourn a mischief that is past and gone
\n<\/a>Is the next way to draw new mischief on.
\n<\/a>What cannot be preserved when fortune takes
\n<\/a>Patience her injury a mockery makes.
\n<\/a>The robb’d that smiles steals something from the thief;
\n<\/a>He robs himself that spends a bootless grief.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>BRABANTIO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>So let the Turk of Cyprus us beguile;
\n<\/a>We lose it not, so long as we can smile.
\n<\/a>He bears the sentence well that nothing bears
\n<\/a>But the free comfort which from thence he hears,
\n<\/a>But he bears both the sentence and the sorrow
\n<\/a>That, to pay grief, must of poor patience borrow.
\n<\/a>These sentences, to sugar, or to gall,
\n<\/a>Being strong on both sides, are equivocal:
\n<\/a>But words are words; I never yet did hear
\n<\/a>That the bruised heart was pierced through the ear.
\n<\/a>I humbly beseech you, proceed to the affairs of state.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DUKE OF VENICE<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>The Turk with a most mighty preparation makes for
\n<\/a>Cyprus. Othello, the fortitude of the place is best
\n<\/a>known to you; and though we have there a substitute
\n<\/a>of most allowed sufficiency, yet opinion, a
\n<\/a>sovereign mistress of effects, throws a more safer
\n<\/a>voice on you: you must therefore be content to
\n<\/a>slubber the gloss of your new fortunes with this
\n<\/a>more stubborn and boisterous expedition.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>The tyrant custom, most grave senators,
\n<\/a>Hath made the flinty and steel couch of war
\n<\/a>My thrice-driven bed of down: I do agnise
\n<\/a>A natural and prompt alacrity
\n<\/a>I find in hardness, and do undertake
\n<\/a>These present wars against the Ottomites.
\n<\/a>Most humbly therefore bending to your state,
\n<\/a>I crave fit disposition for my wife.
\n<\/a>Due reference of place and exhibition,
\n<\/a>With such accommodation and besort
\n<\/a>As levels with her breeding.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DUKE OF VENICE<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>If you please,
\n<\/a>Be’t at her father’s.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>BRABANTIO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>I’ll not have it so.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Nor I.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a> Nor I; I would not there reside,
\n<\/a>To put my father in impatient thoughts
\n<\/a>By being in his eye. Most gracious duke,
\n<\/a>To my unfolding lend your prosperous ear;
\n<\/a>And let me find a charter in your voice,
\n<\/a>To assist my simpleness.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DUKE OF VENICE<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>What would You, Desdemona?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>That I did love the Moor to live with him,
\n<\/a>My downright violence and storm of fortunes
\n<\/a>May trumpet to the world: my heart’s subdued
\n<\/a>Even to the very quality of my lord:
\n<\/a>I saw Othello’s visage in his mind,
\n<\/a>And to his honour and his valiant parts
\n<\/a>Did I my soul and fortunes consecrate.
\n<\/a>So that, dear lords, if I be left behind,
\n<\/a>A moth of peace, and he go to the war,
\n<\/a>The rites for which I love him are bereft me,
\n<\/a>And I a heavy interim shall support
\n<\/a>By his dear absence. Let me go with him.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Let her have your voices.
\n<\/a>Vouch with me, heaven, I therefore beg it not,
\n<\/a>To please the palate of my appetite,
\n<\/a>Nor to comply with heat–the young affects
\n<\/a>In me defunct–and proper satisfaction.
\n<\/a>But to be free and bounteous to her mind:
\n<\/a>And heaven defend your good souls, that you think
\n<\/a>I will your serious and great business scant
\n<\/a>For she is with me: no, when light-wing’d toys
\n<\/a>Of feather’d Cupid seal with wanton dullness
\n<\/a>My speculative and officed instruments,
\n<\/a>That my disports corrupt and taint my business,
\n<\/a>Let housewives make a skillet of my helm,
\n<\/a>And all indign and base adversities
\n<\/a>Make head against my estimation!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DUKE OF VENICE<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Be it as you shall privately determine,
\n<\/a>Either for her stay or going: the affair cries haste,
\n<\/a>And speed must answer it.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>First Senator<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>You must away to-night.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>With all my heart.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DUKE OF VENICE<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>At nine i’ the morning here we’ll meet again.
\n<\/a>Othello, leave some officer behind,
\n<\/a>And he shall our commission bring to you;
\n<\/a>With such things else of quality and respect
\n<\/a>As doth import you.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>So please your grace, my ancient;
\n<\/a>A man he is of honest and trust:
\n<\/a>To his conveyance I assign my wife,
\n<\/a>With what else needful your good grace shall think
\n<\/a>To be sent after me.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DUKE OF VENICE<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Let it be so.
\n<\/a>Good night to every one.
\nTo BRABANTIO<\/i><\/p>\n

<\/a>And, noble signior,
\n<\/a>If virtue no delighted beauty lack,
\n<\/a>Your son-in-law is far more fair than black.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>First Senator<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Adieu, brave Moor, use Desdemona well.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>BRABANTIO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Look to her, Moor, if thou hast eyes to see:
\n<\/a>She has deceived her father, and may thee.
\nExeunt DUKE OF VENICE, Senators, Officers, & c<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>My life upon her faith! Honest Iago,
\n<\/a>My Desdemona must I leave to thee:
\n<\/a>I prithee, let thy wife attend on her:
\n<\/a>And bring them after in the best advantage.
\n<\/a>Come, Desdemona: I have but an hour
\n<\/a>Of love, of worldly matters and direction,
\n<\/a>To spend with thee: we must obey the time.
\nExeunt OTHELLO and DESDEMONA<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>RODERIGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Iago,–<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>What say’st thou, noble heart?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>RODERIGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>What will I do, thinkest thou?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Why, go to bed, and sleep.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>RODERIGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>I will incontinently drown myself.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>If thou dost, I shall never love thee after. Why,
\n<\/a>thou silly gentleman!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>RODERIGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>It is silliness to live when to live is torment; and
\n<\/a>then have we a prescription to die when death is our physician.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>O villainous! I have looked upon the world for four
\n<\/a>times seven years; and since I could distinguish
\n<\/a>betwixt a benefit and an injury, I never found man
\n<\/a>that knew how to love himself. Ere I would say, I
\n<\/a>would drown myself for the love of a guinea-hen, I
\n<\/a>would change my humanity with a baboon.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>RODERIGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>What should I do? I confess it is my shame to be so
\n<\/a>fond; but it is not in my virtue to amend it.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Virtue! a fig! ’tis in ourselves that we are thus
\n<\/a>or thus. Our bodies are our gardens, to the which
\n<\/a>our wills are gardeners: so that if we will plant
\n<\/a>nettles, or sow lettuce, set hyssop and weed up
\n<\/a>thyme, supply it with one gender of herbs, or
\n<\/a>distract it with many, either to have it sterile
\n<\/a>with idleness, or manured with industry, why, the
\n<\/a>power and corrigible authority of this lies in our
\n<\/a>wills. If the balance of our lives had not one
\n<\/a>scale of reason to poise another of sensuality, the
\n<\/a>blood and baseness of our natures would conduct us
\n<\/a>to most preposterous conclusions: but we have
\n<\/a>reason to cool our raging motions, our carnal
\n<\/a>stings, our unbitted lusts, whereof I take this that
\n<\/a>you call love to be a sect or scion.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>RODERIGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>It cannot be.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>It is merely a lust of the blood and a permission of
\n<\/a>the will. Come, be a man. Drown thyself! drown
\n<\/a>cats and blind puppies. I have professed me thy
\n<\/a>friend and I confess me knit to thy deserving with
\n<\/a>cables of perdurable toughness; I could never
\n<\/a>better stead thee than now. Put money in thy
\n<\/a>purse; follow thou the wars; defeat thy favour with
\n<\/a>an usurped beard; I say, put money in thy purse. It
\n<\/a>cannot be that Desdemona should long continue her
\n<\/a>love to the Moor,– put money in thy purse,–nor he
\n<\/a>his to her: it was a violent commencement, and thou
\n<\/a>shalt see an answerable sequestration:–put but
\n<\/a>money in thy purse. These Moors are changeable in
\n<\/a>their wills: fill thy purse with money:–the food
\n<\/a>that to him now is as luscious as locusts, shall be
\n<\/a>to him shortly as bitter as coloquintida. She must
\n<\/a>change for youth: when she is sated with his body,
\n<\/a>she will find the error of her choice: she must
\n<\/a>have change, she must: therefore put money in thy
\n<\/a>purse. If thou wilt needs damn thyself, do it a
\n<\/a>more delicate way than drowning. Make all the money
\n<\/a>thou canst: if sanctimony and a frail vow betwixt
\n<\/a>an erring barbarian and a supersubtle Venetian not
\n<\/a>too hard for my wits and all the tribe of hell, thou
\n<\/a>shalt enjoy her; therefore make money. A pox of
\n<\/a>drowning thyself! it is clean out of the way: seek
\n<\/a>thou rather to be hanged in compassing thy joy than
\n<\/a>to be drowned and go without her.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>RODERIGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Wilt thou be fast to my hopes, if I depend on
\n<\/a>the issue?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Thou art sure of me:–go, make money:–I have told
\n<\/a>thee often, and I re-tell thee again and again, I
\n<\/a>hate the Moor: my cause is hearted; thine hath no
\n<\/a>less reason. Let us be conjunctive in our revenge
\n<\/a>against him: if thou canst cuckold him, thou dost
\n<\/a>thyself a pleasure, me a sport. There are many
\n<\/a>events in the womb of time which will be delivered.
\n<\/a>Traverse! go, provide thy money. We will have more
\n<\/a>of this to-morrow. Adieu.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>RODERIGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Where shall we meet i’ the morning?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>At my lodging.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>RODERIGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>I’ll be with thee betimes.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Go to; farewell. Do you hear, Roderigo?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>RODERIGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>What say you?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>No more of drowning, do you hear?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>RODERIGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>I am changed: I’ll go sell all my land.
\nExit<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

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

ACT II<\/h3>\n

SCENE I. A Sea-port in Cyprus. An open place near the quay.<\/h3>\n

Enter MONTANO and two Gentlemen<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>MONTANO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>What from the cape can you discern at sea?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>First Gentleman<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Nothing at all: it is a highwrought flood;
\n<\/a>I cannot, ‘twixt the heaven and the main,
\n<\/a>Descry a sail.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>MONTANO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Methinks the wind hath spoke aloud at land;
\n<\/a>A fuller blast ne’er shook our battlements:
\n<\/a>If it hath ruffian’d so upon the sea,
\n<\/a>What ribs of oak, when mountains melt on them,
\n<\/a>Can hold the mortise? What shall we hear of this?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>Second Gentleman<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>A segregation of the Turkish fleet:
\n<\/a>For do but stand upon the foaming shore,
\n<\/a>The chidden billow seems to pelt the clouds;
\n<\/a>The wind-shaked surge, with high and monstrous mane,
\n<\/a>seems to cast water on the burning bear,
\n<\/a>And quench the guards of the ever-fixed pole:
\n<\/a>I never did like molestation view
\n<\/a>On the enchafed flood.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>MONTANO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>If that the Turkish fleet
\n<\/a>Be not enshelter’d and embay’d, they are drown’d:
\n<\/a>It is impossible they bear it out.
\nEnter a third Gentleman<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>Third Gentleman<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>News, lads! our wars are done.
\n<\/a>The desperate tempest hath so bang’d the Turks,
\n<\/a>That their designment halts: a noble ship of Venice
\n<\/a>Hath seen a grievous wreck and sufferance
\n<\/a>On most part of their fleet.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>MONTANO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>How! is this true?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>Third Gentleman<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>The ship is here put in,
\n<\/a>A Veronesa; Michael Cassio,
\n<\/a>Lieutenant to the warlike Moor Othello,
\n<\/a>Is come on shore: the Moor himself at sea,
\n<\/a>And is in full commission here for Cyprus.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>MONTANO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>I am glad on’t; ’tis a worthy governor.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>Third Gentleman<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>But this same Cassio, though he speak of comfort
\n<\/a>Touching the Turkish loss, yet he looks sadly,
\n<\/a>And prays the Moor be safe; for they were parted
\n<\/a>With foul and violent tempest.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>MONTANO<\/b><\/p>\n

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

<\/a>Third Gentleman<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Come, let’s do so:
\n<\/a>For every minute is expectancy
\n<\/a>Of more arrivance.
\nEnter CASSIO<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>CASSIO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Thanks, you the valiant of this warlike isle,
\n<\/a>That so approve the Moor! O, let the heavens
\n<\/a>Give him defence against the elements,
\n<\/a>For I have lost us him on a dangerous sea.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>MONTANO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Is he well shipp’d?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>CASSIO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>His bark is stoutly timber’d, his pilot
\n<\/a>Of very expert and approved allowance;
\n<\/a>Therefore my hopes, not surfeited to death,
\n<\/a>Stand in bold cure.
\nA cry within ‘A sail, a sail, a sail!’<\/i><\/p>\n

Enter a fourth Gentleman<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>CASSIO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>What noise?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>Fourth Gentleman<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>The town is empty; on the brow o’ the sea
\n<\/a>Stand ranks of people, and they cry ‘A sail!’<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>CASSIO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>My hopes do shape him for the governor.
\nGuns heard<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>Second Gentlemen<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>They do discharge their shot of courtesy:
\n<\/a>Our friends at least.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>CASSIO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>I pray you, sir, go forth,
\n<\/a>And give us truth who ’tis that is arrived.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>Second Gentleman<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>I shall.
\nExit<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>MONTANO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>But, good lieutenant, is your general wived?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>CASSIO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Most fortunately: he hath achieved a maid
\n<\/a>That paragons description and wild fame;
\n<\/a>One that excels the quirks of blazoning pens,
\n<\/a>And in the essential vesture of creation
\n<\/a>Does tire the ingener.
\nRe-enter second Gentleman<\/i><\/p>\n

<\/a>How now! who has put in?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>Second Gentleman<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>‘Tis one Iago, ancient to the general.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>CASSIO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Has had most favourable and happy speed:
\n<\/a>Tempests themselves, high seas, and howling winds,
\n<\/a>The gutter’d rocks and congregated sands–
\n<\/a>Traitors ensteep’d to clog the guiltless keel,–
\n<\/a>As having sense of beauty, do omit
\n<\/a>Their mortal natures, letting go safely by
\n<\/a>The divine Desdemona.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>MONTANO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>What is she?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>CASSIO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>She that I spake of, our great captain’s captain,
\n<\/a>Left in the conduct of the bold Iago,
\n<\/a>Whose footing here anticipates our thoughts
\n<\/a>A se’nnight’s speed. Great Jove, Othello guard,
\n<\/a>And swell his sail with thine own powerful breath,
\n<\/a>That he may bless this bay with his tall ship,
\n<\/a>Make love’s quick pants in Desdemona’s arms,
\n<\/a>Give renew’d fire to our extincted spirits
\n<\/a>And bring all Cyprus comfort!
\nEnter DESDEMONA, EMILIA, IAGO, RODERIGO, and Attendants<\/i><\/p>\n

<\/a>O, behold,
\n<\/a>The riches of the ship is come on shore!
\n<\/a>Ye men of Cyprus, let her have your knees.
\n<\/a>Hail to thee, lady! and the grace of heaven,
\n<\/a>Before, behind thee, and on every hand,
\n<\/a>Enwheel thee round!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>I thank you, valiant Cassio.
\n<\/a>What tidings can you tell me of my lord?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>CASSIO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>He is not yet arrived: nor know I aught
\n<\/a>But that he’s well and will be shortly here.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>O, but I fear–How lost you company?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>CASSIO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>The great contention of the sea and skies
\n<\/a>Parted our fellowship–But, hark! a sail.
\nWithin ‘A sail, a sail!’ Guns heard<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>Second Gentleman<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>They give their greeting to the citadel;
\n<\/a>This likewise is a friend.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>CASSIO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>See for the news.
\nExit Gentleman<\/i><\/p>\n

<\/a>Good ancient, you are welcome.
\nTo EMILIA<\/i><\/p>\n

<\/a>Welcome, mistress.
\n<\/a>Let it not gall your patience, good Iago,
\n<\/a>That I extend my manners; ’tis my breeding
\n<\/a>That gives me this bold show of courtesy.
\nKissing her<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Sir, would she give you so much of her lips
\n<\/a>As of her tongue she oft bestows on me,
\n<\/a>You’ll have enough.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Alas, she has no speech.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>In faith, too much;
\n<\/a>I find it still, when I have list to sleep:
\n<\/a>Marry, before your ladyship, I grant,
\n<\/a>She puts her tongue a little in her heart,
\n<\/a>And chides with thinking.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>EMILIA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>You have little cause to say so.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Come on, come on; you are pictures out of doors,
\n<\/a>Bells in your parlors, wild-cats in your kitchens,
\n<\/a>Saints m your injuries, devils being offended,
\n<\/a>Players in your housewifery, and housewives’ in your beds.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>O, fie upon thee, slanderer!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Nay, it is true, or else I am a Turk:
\n<\/a>You rise to play and go to bed to work.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>EMILIA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>You shall not write my praise.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>No, let me not.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>What wouldst thou write of me, if thou shouldst
\n<\/a>praise me?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>O gentle lady, do not put me to’t;
\n<\/a>For I am nothing, if not critical.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Come on assay. There’s one gone to the harbour?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Ay, madam.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>I am not merry; but I do beguile
\n<\/a>The thing I am, by seeming otherwise.
\n<\/a>Come, how wouldst thou praise me?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>I am about it; but indeed my invention
\n<\/a>Comes from my pate as birdlime does from frize;
\n<\/a>It plucks out brains and all: but my Muse labours,
\n<\/a>And thus she is deliver’d.
\n<\/a>If she be fair and wise, fairness and wit,
\n<\/a>The one’s for use, the other useth it.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Well praised! How if she be black and witty?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>If she be black, and thereto have a wit,
\n<\/a>She’ll find a white that shall her blackness fit.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Worse and worse.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>EMILIA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>How if fair and foolish?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>She never yet was foolish that was fair;
\n<\/a>For even her folly help’d her to an heir.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>These are old fond paradoxes to make fools laugh i’
\n<\/a>the alehouse. What miserable praise hast thou for
\n<\/a>her that’s foul and foolish?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>There’s none so foul and foolish thereunto,
\n<\/a>But does foul pranks which fair and wise ones do.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>O heavy ignorance! thou praisest the worst best.
\n<\/a>But what praise couldst thou bestow on a deserving
\n<\/a>woman indeed, one that, in the authority of her
\n<\/a>merit, did justly put on the vouch of very malice itself?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>She that was ever fair and never proud,
\n<\/a>Had tongue at will and yet was never loud,
\n<\/a>Never lack’d gold and yet went never gay,
\n<\/a>Fled from her wish and yet said ‘Now I may,’
\n<\/a>She that being anger’d, her revenge being nigh,
\n<\/a>Bade her wrong stay and her displeasure fly,
\n<\/a>She that in wisdom never was so frail
\n<\/a>To change the cod’s head for the salmon’s tail;
\n<\/a>She that could think and ne’er disclose her mind,
\n<\/a>See suitors following and not look behind,
\n<\/a>She was a wight, if ever such wight were,–<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>To do what?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>To suckle fools and chronicle small beer.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>O most lame and impotent conclusion! Do not learn
\n<\/a>of him, Emilia, though he be thy husband. How say
\n<\/a>you, Cassio? is he not a most profane and liberal
\n<\/a>counsellor?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>CASSIO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>He speaks home, madam: You may relish him more in
\n<\/a>the soldier than in the scholar.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>[Aside] He takes her by the palm: ay, well said,
\n<\/a>whisper: with as little a web as this will I
\n<\/a>ensnare as great a fly as Cassio. Ay, smile upon
\n<\/a>her, do; I will gyve thee in thine own courtship.
\n<\/a>You say true; ’tis so, indeed: if such tricks as
\n<\/a>these strip you out of your lieutenantry, it had
\n<\/a>been better you had not kissed your three fingers so
\n<\/a>oft, which now again you are most apt to play the
\n<\/a>sir in. Very good; well kissed! an excellent
\n<\/a>courtesy! ’tis so, indeed. Yet again your fingers
\n<\/a>to your lips? would they were clyster-pipes for your sake!
\nTrumpet within<\/i><\/p>\n

<\/a>The Moor! I know his trumpet.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>CASSIO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>‘Tis truly so.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Let’s meet him and receive him.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>CASSIO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Lo, where he comes!
\nEnter OTHELLO and Attendants<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>O my fair warrior!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a> My dear Othello!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>It gives me wonder great as my content
\n<\/a>To see you here before me. O my soul’s joy!
\n<\/a>If after every tempest come such calms,
\n<\/a>May the winds blow till they have waken’d death!
\n<\/a>And let the labouring bark climb hills of seas
\n<\/a>Olympus-high and duck again as low
\n<\/a>As hell’s from heaven! If it were now to die,
\n<\/a>‘Twere now to be most happy; for, I fear,
\n<\/a>My soul hath her content so absolute
\n<\/a>That not another comfort like to this
\n<\/a>Succeeds in unknown fate.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>The heavens forbid
\n<\/a>But that our loves and comforts should increase,
\n<\/a>Even as our days do grow!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Amen to that, sweet powers!
\n<\/a>I cannot speak enough of this content;
\n<\/a>It stops me here; it is too much of joy:
\n<\/a>And this, and this, the greatest discords be
\nKissing her<\/i><\/p>\n

<\/a>That e’er our hearts shall make!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>[Aside] O, you are well tuned now!
\n<\/a>But I’ll set down the pegs that make this music,
\n<\/a>As honest as I am.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a> Come, let us to the castle.
\n<\/a>News, friends; our wars are done, the Turks
\n<\/a>are drown’d.
\n<\/a>How does my old acquaintance of this isle?
\n<\/a>Honey, you shall be well desired in Cyprus;
\n<\/a>I have found great love amongst them. O my sweet,
\n<\/a>I prattle out of fashion, and I dote
\n<\/a>In mine own comforts. I prithee, good Iago,
\n<\/a>Go to the bay and disembark my coffers:
\n<\/a>Bring thou the master to the citadel;
\n<\/a>He is a good one, and his worthiness
\n<\/a>Does challenge much respect. Come, Desdemona,
\n<\/a>Once more, well met at Cyprus.
\nExeunt OTHELLO, DESDEMONA, and Attendants<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Do thou meet me presently at the harbour. Come
\n<\/a>hither. If thou be’st valiant,– as, they say, base
\n<\/a>men being in love have then a nobility in their
\n<\/a>natures more than is native to them–list me. The
\n<\/a>lieutenant tonight watches on the court of
\n<\/a>guard:–first, I must tell thee this–Desdemona is
\n<\/a>directly in love with him.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>RODERIGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>With him! why, ’tis not possible.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Lay thy finger thus, and let thy soul be instructed.
\n<\/a>Mark me with what violence she first loved the Moor,
\n<\/a>but for bragging and telling her fantastical lies:
\n<\/a>and will she love him still for prating? let not
\n<\/a>thy discreet heart think it. Her eye must be fed;
\n<\/a>and what delight shall she have to look on the
\n<\/a>devil? When the blood is made dull with the act of
\n<\/a>sport, there should be, again to inflame it and to
\n<\/a>give satiety a fresh appetite, loveliness in favour,
\n<\/a>sympathy in years, manners and beauties; all which
\n<\/a>the Moor is defective in: now, for want of these
\n<\/a>required conveniences, her delicate tenderness will
\n<\/a>find itself abused, begin to heave the gorge,
\n<\/a>disrelish and abhor the Moor; very nature will
\n<\/a>instruct her in it and compel her to some second
\n<\/a>choice. Now, sir, this granted,–as it is a most
\n<\/a>pregnant and unforced position–who stands so
\n<\/a>eminent in the degree of this fortune as Cassio
\n<\/a>does? a knave very voluble; no further
\n<\/a>conscionable than in putting on the mere form of
\n<\/a>civil and humane seeming, for the better compassing
\n<\/a>of his salt and most hidden loose affection? why,
\n<\/a>none; why, none: a slipper and subtle knave, a
\n<\/a>finder of occasions, that has an eye can stamp and
\n<\/a>counterfeit advantages, though true advantage never
\n<\/a>present itself; a devilish knave. Besides, the
\n<\/a>knave is handsome, young, and hath all those
\n<\/a>requisites in him that folly and green minds look
\n<\/a>after: a pestilent complete knave; and the woman
\n<\/a>hath found him already.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>RODERIGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>I cannot believe that in her; she’s full of
\n<\/a>most blessed condition.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Blessed fig’s-end! the wine she drinks is made of
\n<\/a>grapes: if she had been blessed, she would never
\n<\/a>have loved the Moor. Blessed pudding! Didst thou
\n<\/a>not see her paddle with the palm of his hand? didst
\n<\/a>not mark that?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>RODERIGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Yes, that I did; but that was but courtesy.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Lechery, by this hand; an index and obscure prologue
\n<\/a>to the history of lust and foul thoughts. They met
\n<\/a>so near with their lips that their breaths embraced
\n<\/a>together. Villanous thoughts, Roderigo! when these
\n<\/a>mutualities so marshal the way, hard at hand comes
\n<\/a>the master and main exercise, the incorporate
\n<\/a>conclusion, Pish! But, sir, be you ruled by me: I
\n<\/a>have brought you from Venice. Watch you to-night;
\n<\/a>for the command, I’ll lay’t upon you. Cassio knows
\n<\/a>you not. I’ll not be far from you: do you find
\n<\/a>some occasion to anger Cassio, either by speaking
\n<\/a>too loud, or tainting his discipline; or from what
\n<\/a>other course you please, which the time shall more
\n<\/a>favourably minister.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>RODERIGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Well.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Sir, he is rash and very sudden in choler, and haply
\n<\/a>may strike at you: provoke him, that he may; for
\n<\/a>even out of that will I cause these of Cyprus to
\n<\/a>mutiny; whose qualification shall come into no true
\n<\/a>taste again but by the displanting of Cassio. So
\n<\/a>shall you have a shorter journey to your desires by
\n<\/a>the means I shall then have to prefer them; and the
\n<\/a>impediment most profitably removed, without the
\n<\/a>which there were no expectation of our prosperity.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>RODERIGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>I will do this, if I can bring it to any
\n<\/a>opportunity.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>I warrant thee. Meet me by and by at the citadel:
\n<\/a>I must fetch his necessaries ashore. Farewell.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>RODERIGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Adieu.
\nExit<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>That Cassio loves her, I do well believe it;
\n<\/a>That she loves him, ’tis apt and of great credit:
\n<\/a>The Moor, howbeit that I endure him not,
\n<\/a>Is of a constant, loving, noble nature,
\n<\/a>And I dare think he’ll prove to Desdemona
\n<\/a>A most dear husband. Now, I do love her too;
\n<\/a>Not out of absolute lust, though peradventure
\n<\/a>I stand accountant for as great a sin,
\n<\/a>But partly led to diet my revenge,
\n<\/a>For that I do suspect the lusty Moor
\n<\/a>Hath leap’d into my seat; the thought whereof
\n<\/a>Doth, like a poisonous mineral, gnaw my inwards;
\n<\/a>And nothing can or shall content my soul
\n<\/a>Till I am even’d with him, wife for wife,
\n<\/a>Or failing so, yet that I put the Moor
\n<\/a>At least into a jealousy so strong
\n<\/a>That judgment cannot cure. Which thing to do,
\n<\/a>If this poor trash of Venice, whom I trash
\n<\/a>For his quick hunting, stand the putting on,
\n<\/a>I’ll have our Michael Cassio on the hip,
\n<\/a>Abuse him to the Moor in the rank garb–
\n<\/a>For I fear Cassio with my night-cap too–
\n<\/a>Make the Moor thank me, love me and reward me.
\n<\/a>For making him egregiously an ass
\n<\/a>And practising upon his peace and quiet
\n<\/a>Even to madness. ‘Tis here, but yet confused:
\n<\/a>Knavery’s plain face is never seen tin used.
\nExit<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

SCENE II. A street.<\/h3>\n

Enter a Herald with a proclamation; People following<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>Herald<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>It is Othello’s pleasure, our noble and valiant
\n<\/a>general, that, upon certain tidings now arrived,
\n<\/a>importing the mere perdition of the Turkish fleet,
\n<\/a>every man put himself into triumph; some to dance,
\n<\/a>some to make bonfires, each man to what sport and
\n<\/a>revels his addiction leads him: for, besides these
\n<\/a>beneficial news, it is the celebration of his
\n<\/a>nuptial. So much was his pleasure should be
\n<\/a>proclaimed. All offices are open, and there is full
\n<\/a>liberty of feasting from this present hour of five
\n<\/a>till the bell have told eleven. Heaven bless the
\n<\/a>isle of Cyprus and our noble general Othello!
\nExeunt<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

SCENE III. A hall in the castle.<\/h3>\n

Enter OTHELLO, DESDEMONA, CASSIO, and Attendants<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Good Michael, look you to the guard to-night:
\n<\/a>Let’s teach ourselves that honourable stop,
\n<\/a>Not to outsport discretion.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>CASSIO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Iago hath direction what to do;
\n<\/a>But, notwithstanding, with my personal eye
\n<\/a>Will I look to’t.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a> Iago is most honest.
\n<\/a>Michael, good night: to-morrow with your earliest
\n<\/a>Let me have speech with you.
\nTo DESDEMONA<\/i><\/p>\n

<\/a>Come, my dear love,
\n<\/a>The purchase made, the fruits are to ensue;
\n<\/a>That profit’s yet to come ‘tween me and you.
\n<\/a>Good night.
\nExeunt OTHELLO, DESDEMONA, and Attendants<\/i><\/p>\n

Enter IAGO<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>CASSIO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Welcome, Iago; we must to the watch.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Not this hour, lieutenant; ’tis not yet ten o’ the
\n<\/a>clock. Our general cast us thus early for the love
\n<\/a>of his Desdemona; who let us not therefore blame:
\n<\/a>he hath not yet made wanton the night with her; and
\n<\/a>she is sport for Jove.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>CASSIO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>She’s a most exquisite lady.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>And, I’ll warrant her, fun of game.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>CASSIO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Indeed, she’s a most fresh and delicate creature.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>What an eye she has! methinks it sounds a parley of
\n<\/a>provocation.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>CASSIO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>An inviting eye; and yet methinks right modest.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>And when she speaks, is it not an alarum to love?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>CASSIO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>She is indeed perfection.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Well, happiness to their sheets! Come, lieutenant, I
\n<\/a>have a stoup of wine; and here without are a brace
\n<\/a>of Cyprus gallants that would fain have a measure to
\n<\/a>the health of black Othello.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>CASSIO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Not to-night, good Iago: I have very poor and
\n<\/a>unhappy brains for drinking: I could well wish
\n<\/a>courtesy would invent some other custom of
\n<\/a>entertainment.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>O, they are our friends; but one cup: I’ll drink for
\n<\/a>you.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>CASSIO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>I have drunk but one cup to-night, and that was
\n<\/a>craftily qualified too, and, behold, what innovation
\n<\/a>it makes here: I am unfortunate in the infirmity,
\n<\/a>and dare not task my weakness with any more.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>What, man! ’tis a night of revels: the gallants
\n<\/a>desire it.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>CASSIO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Where are they?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Here at the door; I pray you, call them in.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>CASSIO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>I’ll do’t; but it dislikes me.
\nExit<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>If I can fasten but one cup upon him,
\n<\/a>With that which he hath drunk to-night already,
\n<\/a>He’ll be as full of quarrel and offence
\n<\/a>As my young mistress’ dog. Now, my sick fool Roderigo,
\n<\/a>Whom love hath turn’d almost the wrong side out,
\n<\/a>To Desdemona hath to-night caroused
\n<\/a>Potations pottle-deep; and he’s to watch:
\n<\/a>Three lads of Cyprus, noble swelling spirits,
\n<\/a>That hold their honours in a wary distance,
\n<\/a>The very elements of this warlike isle,
\n<\/a>Have I to-night fluster’d with flowing cups,
\n<\/a>And they watch too. Now, ‘mongst this flock of drunkards,
\n<\/a>Am I to put our Cassio in some action
\n<\/a>That may offend the isle.–But here they come:
\n<\/a>If consequence do but approve my dream,
\n<\/a>My boat sails freely, both with wind and stream.
\nRe-enter CASSIO; with him MONTANO and Gentlemen; servants following with wine<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>CASSIO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>‘Fore God, they have given me a rouse already.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>MONTANO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Good faith, a little one; not past a pint, as I am
\n<\/a>a soldier.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Some wine, ho!
\nSings<\/i><\/p>\n

<\/a>And let me the canakin clink, clink;
\n<\/a>And let me the canakin clink
\n<\/a>A soldier’s a man;
\n<\/a>A life’s but a span;
\n<\/a>Why, then, let a soldier drink.
\n<\/a>Some wine, boys!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>CASSIO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>‘Fore God, an excellent song.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>I learned it in England, where, indeed, they are
\n<\/a>most potent in potting: your Dane, your German, and
\n<\/a>your swag-bellied Hollander–Drink, ho!–are nothing
\n<\/a>to your English.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>CASSIO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Is your Englishman so expert in his drinking?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Why, he drinks you, with facility, your Dane dead
\n<\/a>drunk; he sweats not to overthrow your Almain; he
\n<\/a>gives your Hollander a vomit, ere the next pottle
\n<\/a>can be filled.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>CASSIO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>To the health of our general!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>MONTANO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>I am for it, lieutenant; and I’ll do you justice.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>O sweet England!
\n<\/a>King Stephen was a worthy peer,
\n<\/a>His breeches cost him but a crown;
\n<\/a>He held them sixpence all too dear,
\n<\/a>With that he call’d the tailor lown.
\n<\/a>He was a wight of high renown,
\n<\/a>And thou art but of low degree:
\n<\/a>‘Tis pride that pulls the country down;
\n<\/a>Then take thine auld cloak about thee.
\n<\/a>Some wine, ho!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>CASSIO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Why, this is a more exquisite song than the other.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Will you hear’t again?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>CASSIO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>No; for I hold him to be unworthy of his place that
\n<\/a>does those things. Well, God’s above all; and there
\n<\/a>be souls must be saved, and there be souls must not be saved.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>It’s true, good lieutenant.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>CASSIO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>For mine own part,–no offence to the general, nor
\n<\/a>any man of quality,–I hope to be saved.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>And so do I too, lieutenant.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>CASSIO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Ay, but, by your leave, not before me; the
\n<\/a>lieutenant is to be saved before the ancient. Let’s
\n<\/a>have no more of this; let’s to our affairs.–Forgive
\n<\/a>us our sins!–Gentlemen, let’s look to our business.
\n<\/a>Do not think, gentlemen. I am drunk: this is my
\n<\/a>ancient; this is my right hand, and this is my left:
\n<\/a>I am not drunk now; I can stand well enough, and
\n<\/a>speak well enough.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>All<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Excellent well.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>CASSIO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Why, very well then; you must not think then that I am drunk.
\nExit<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>MONTANO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>To the platform, masters; come, let’s set the watch.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>You see this fellow that is gone before;
\n<\/a>He is a soldier fit to stand by Caesar
\n<\/a>And give direction: and do but see his vice;
\n<\/a>‘Tis to his virtue a just equinox,
\n<\/a>The one as long as the other: ’tis pity of him.
\n<\/a>I fear the trust Othello puts him in.
\n<\/a>On some odd time of his infirmity,
\n<\/a>Will shake this island.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>MONTANO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>But is he often thus?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>‘Tis evermore the prologue to his sleep:
\n<\/a>He’ll watch the horologe a double set,
\n<\/a>If drink rock not his cradle.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>MONTANO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>It were well
\n<\/a>The general were put in mind of it.
\n<\/a>Perhaps he sees it not; or his good nature
\n<\/a>Prizes the virtue that appears in Cassio,
\n<\/a>And looks not on his evils: is not this true?
\nEnter RODERIGO<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>[Aside to him] How now, Roderigo!
\n<\/a>I pray you, after the lieutenant; go.
\nExit RODERIGO<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>MONTANO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>And ’tis great pity that the noble Moor
\n<\/a>Should hazard such a place as his own second
\n<\/a>With one of an ingraft infirmity:
\n<\/a>It were an honest action to say
\n<\/a>So to the Moor.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a> Not I, for this fair island:
\n<\/a>I do love Cassio well; and would do much
\n<\/a>To cure him of this evil–But, hark! what noise?
\nCry within: ‘Help! help!’<\/i><\/p>\n

Re-enter CASSIO, driving in RODERIGO<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>CASSIO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>You rogue! you rascal!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>MONTANO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>What’s the matter, lieutenant?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>CASSIO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>A knave teach me my duty!
\n<\/a>I’ll beat the knave into a twiggen bottle.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>RODERIGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Beat me!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>CASSIO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a> Dost thou prate, rogue?
\nStriking RODERIGO<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>MONTANO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Nay, good lieutenant;
\nStaying him<\/i><\/p>\n

<\/a>I pray you, sir, hold your hand.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>CASSIO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Let me go, sir,
\n<\/a>Or I’ll knock you o’er the mazzard.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>MONTANO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Come, come,
\n<\/a>you’re drunk.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>CASSIO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Drunk!
\nThey fight<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>[Aside to RODERIGO] Away, I say; go out, and cry a mutiny.
\nExit RODERIGO<\/i><\/p>\n

<\/a>Nay, good lieutenant,–alas, gentlemen;–
\n<\/a>Help, ho!–Lieutenant,–sir,–Montano,–sir;
\n<\/a>Help, masters!–Here’s a goodly watch indeed!
\nBell rings<\/i><\/p>\n

<\/a>Who’s that which rings the bell?–Diablo, ho!
\n<\/a>The town will rise: God’s will, lieutenant, hold!
\n<\/a>You will be shamed for ever.
\nRe-enter OTHELLO and Attendants<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>What is the matter here?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>MONTANO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>‘Zounds, I bleed still; I am hurt to the death.
\nFaints<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Hold, for your lives!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Hold, ho! Lieutenant,–sir–Montano,–gentlemen,–
\n<\/a>Have you forgot all sense of place and duty?
\n<\/a>Hold! the general speaks to you; hold, hold, for shame!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Why, how now, ho! from whence ariseth this?
\n<\/a>Are we turn’d Turks, and to ourselves do that
\n<\/a>Which heaven hath forbid the Ottomites?
\n<\/a>For Christian shame, put by this barbarous brawl:
\n<\/a>He that stirs next to carve for his own rage
\n<\/a>Holds his soul light; he dies upon his motion.
\n<\/a>Silence that dreadful bell: it frights the isle
\n<\/a>From her propriety. What is the matter, masters?
\n<\/a>Honest Iago, that look’st dead with grieving,
\n<\/a>Speak, who began this? on thy love, I charge thee.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>I do not know: friends all but now, even now,
\n<\/a>In quarter, and in terms like bride and groom
\n<\/a>Devesting them for bed; and then, but now–
\n<\/a>As if some planet had unwitted men–
\n<\/a>Swords out, and tilting one at other’s breast,
\n<\/a>In opposition bloody. I cannot speak
\n<\/a>Any beginning to this peevish odds;
\n<\/a>And would in action glorious I had lost
\n<\/a>Those legs that brought me to a part of it!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>How comes it, Michael, you are thus forgot?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>CASSIO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>I pray you, pardon me; I cannot speak.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Worthy Montano, you were wont be civil;
\n<\/a>The gravity and stillness of your youth
\n<\/a>The world hath noted, and your name is great
\n<\/a>In mouths of wisest censure: what’s the matter,
\n<\/a>That you unlace your reputation thus
\n<\/a>And spend your rich opinion for the name
\n<\/a>Of a night-brawler? give me answer to it.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>MONTANO<\/b><\/p>\n

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

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Now, by heaven,
\n<\/a>My blood begins my safer guides to rule;
\n<\/a>And passion, having my best judgment collied,
\n<\/a>Assays to lead the way: if I once stir,
\n<\/a>Or do but lift this arm, the best of you
\n<\/a>Shall sink in my rebuke. Give me to know
\n<\/a>How this foul rout began, who set it on;
\n<\/a>And he that is approved in this offence,
\n<\/a>Though he had twinn’d with me, both at a birth,
\n<\/a>Shall lose me. What! in a town of war,
\n<\/a>Yet wild, the people’s hearts brimful of fear,
\n<\/a>To manage private and domestic quarrel,
\n<\/a>In night, and on the court and guard of safety!
\n<\/a>‘Tis monstrous. Iago, who began’t?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>MONTANO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>If partially affined, or leagued in office,
\n<\/a>Thou dost deliver more or less than truth,
\n<\/a>Thou art no soldier.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Touch me not so near:
\n<\/a>I had rather have this tongue cut from my mouth
\n<\/a>Than it should do offence to Michael Cassio;
\n<\/a>Yet, I persuade myself, to speak the truth
\n<\/a>Shall nothing wrong him. Thus it is, general.
\n<\/a>Montano and myself being in speech,
\n<\/a>There comes a fellow crying out for help:
\n<\/a>And Cassio following him with determined sword,
\n<\/a>To execute upon him. Sir, this gentleman
\n<\/a>Steps in to Cassio, and entreats his pause:
\n<\/a>Myself the crying fellow did pursue,
\n<\/a>Lest by his clamour–as it so fell out–
\n<\/a>The town might fall in fright: he, swift of foot,
\n<\/a>Outran my purpose; and I return’d the rather
\n<\/a>For that I heard the clink and fall of swords,
\n<\/a>And Cassio high in oath; which till to-night
\n<\/a>I ne’er might say before. When I came back–
\n<\/a>For this was brief–I found them close together,
\n<\/a>At blow and thrust; even as again they were
\n<\/a>When you yourself did part them.
\n<\/a>More of this matter cannot I report:
\n<\/a>But men are men; the best sometimes forget:
\n<\/a>Though Cassio did some little wrong to him,
\n<\/a>As men in rage strike those that wish them best,
\n<\/a>Yet surely Cassio, I believe, received
\n<\/a>From him that fled some strange indignity,
\n<\/a>Which patience could not pass.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>I know, Iago,
\n<\/a>Thy honesty and love doth mince this matter,
\n<\/a>Making it light to Cassio. Cassio, I love thee
\n<\/a>But never more be officer of mine.
\nRe-enter DESDEMONA, attended<\/i><\/p>\n

<\/a>Look, if my gentle love be not raised up!
\n<\/a>I’ll make thee an example.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>What’s the matter?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>All’s well now, sweeting; come away to bed.
\n<\/a>Sir, for your hurts, myself will be your surgeon:
\n<\/a>Lead him off.
\nTo MONTANO, who is led off<\/i><\/p>\n

<\/a>Iago, look with care about the town,
\n<\/a>And silence those whom this vile brawl distracted.
\n<\/a>Come, Desdemona: ’tis the soldiers’ life
\n<\/a>To have their balmy slumbers waked with strife.
\nExeunt all but IAGO and CASSIO<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>What, are you hurt, lieutenant?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>CASSIO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Ay, past all surgery.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Marry, heaven forbid!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>CASSIO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Reputation, reputation, reputation! O, I have lost
\n<\/a>my reputation! I have lost the immortal part of
\n<\/a>myself, and what remains is bestial. My reputation,
\n<\/a>Iago, my reputation!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>As I am an honest man, I thought you had received
\n<\/a>some bodily wound; there is more sense in that than
\n<\/a>in reputation. Reputation is an idle and most false
\n<\/a>imposition: oft got without merit, and lost without
\n<\/a>deserving: you have lost no reputation at all,
\n<\/a>unless you repute yourself such a loser. What, man!
\n<\/a>there are ways to recover the general again: you
\n<\/a>are but now cast in his mood, a punishment more in
\n<\/a>policy than in malice, even so as one would beat his
\n<\/a>offenceless dog to affright an imperious lion: sue
\n<\/a>to him again, and he’s yours.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>CASSIO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>I will rather sue to be despised than to deceive so
\n<\/a>good a commander with so slight, so drunken, and so
\n<\/a>indiscreet an officer. Drunk? and speak parrot?
\n<\/a>and squabble? swagger? swear? and discourse
\n<\/a>fustian with one’s own shadow? O thou invisible
\n<\/a>spirit of wine, if thou hast no name to be known by,
\n<\/a>let us call thee devil!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>What was he that you followed with your sword? What
\n<\/a>had he done to you?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>CASSIO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>I know not.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Is’t possible?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>CASSIO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>I remember a mass of things, but nothing distinctly;
\n<\/a>a quarrel, but nothing wherefore. O God, that men
\n<\/a>should put an enemy in their mouths to steal away
\n<\/a>their brains! that we should, with joy, pleasance
\n<\/a>revel and applause, transform ourselves into beasts!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Why, but you are now well enough: how came you thus
\n<\/a>recovered?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>CASSIO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>It hath pleased the devil drunkenness to give place
\n<\/a>to the devil wrath; one unperfectness shows me
\n<\/a>another, to make me frankly despise myself.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Come, you are too severe a moraler: as the time,
\n<\/a>the place, and the condition of this country
\n<\/a>stands, I could heartily wish this had not befallen;
\n<\/a>but, since it is as it is, mend it for your own good.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>CASSIO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>I will ask him for my place again; he shall tell me
\n<\/a>I am a drunkard! Had I as many mouths as Hydra,
\n<\/a>such an answer would stop them all. To be now a
\n<\/a>sensible man, by and by a fool, and presently a
\n<\/a>beast! O strange! Every inordinate cup is
\n<\/a>unblessed and the ingredient is a devil.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Come, come, good wine is a good familiar creature,
\n<\/a>if it be well used: exclaim no more against it.
\n<\/a>And, good lieutenant, I think you think I love you.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>CASSIO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>I have well approved it, sir. I drunk!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>You or any man living may be drunk! at a time, man.
\n<\/a>I’ll tell you what you shall do. Our general’s wife
\n<\/a>is now the general: may say so in this respect, for
\n<\/a>that he hath devoted and given up himself to the
\n<\/a>contemplation, mark, and denotement of her parts and
\n<\/a>graces: confess yourself freely to her; importune
\n<\/a>her help to put you in your place again: she is of
\n<\/a>so free, so kind, so apt, so blessed a disposition,
\n<\/a>she holds it a vice in her goodness not to do more
\n<\/a>than she is requested: this broken joint between
\n<\/a>you and her husband entreat her to splinter; and, my
\n<\/a>fortunes against any lay worth naming, this
\n<\/a>crack of your love shall grow stronger than it was before.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>CASSIO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>You advise me well.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>I protest, in the sincerity of love and honest kindness.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>CASSIO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>I think it freely; and betimes in the morning I will
\n<\/a>beseech the virtuous Desdemona to undertake for me:
\n<\/a>I am desperate of my fortunes if they cheque me here..<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>You are in the right. Good night, lieutenant; I
\n<\/a>must to the watch.
\n<\/a>CASSIO: Good night, honest Iago.
\nExit<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>And what’s he then that says I play the villain?
\n<\/a>When this advice is free I give and honest,
\n<\/a>Probal to thinking and indeed the course
\n<\/a>To win the Moor again? For ’tis most easy
\n<\/a>The inclining Desdemona to subdue
\n<\/a>In any honest suit: she’s framed as fruitful
\n<\/a>As the free elements. And then for her
\n<\/a>To win the Moor–were’t to renounce his baptism,
\n<\/a>All seals and symbols of redeemed sin,
\n<\/a>His soul is so enfetter’d to her love,
\n<\/a>That she may make, unmake, do what she list,
\n<\/a>Even as her appetite shall play the god
\n<\/a>With his weak function. How am I then a villain
\n<\/a>To counsel Cassio to this parallel course,
\n<\/a>Directly to his good? Divinity of hell!
\n<\/a>When devils will the blackest sins put on,
\n<\/a>They do suggest at first with heavenly shows,
\n<\/a>As I do now: for whiles this honest fool
\n<\/a>Plies Desdemona to repair his fortunes
\n<\/a>And she for him pleads strongly to the Moor,
\n<\/a>I’ll pour this pestilence into his ear,
\n<\/a>That she repeals him for her body’s lust;
\n<\/a>And by how much she strives to do him good,
\n<\/a>She shall undo her credit with the Moor.
\n<\/a>So will I turn her virtue into pitch,
\n<\/a>And out of her own goodness make the net
\n<\/a>That shall enmesh them all.
\nRe-enter RODERIGO<\/i><\/p>\n

<\/a>How now, Roderigo!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>RODERIGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>I do follow here in the chase, not like a hound that
\n<\/a>hunts, but one that fills up the cry. My money is
\n<\/a>almost spent; I have been to-night exceedingly well
\n<\/a>cudgelled; and I think the issue will be, I shall
\n<\/a>have so much experience for my pains, and so, with
\n<\/a>no money at all and a little more wit, return again to Venice.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>How poor are they that have not patience!
\n<\/a>What wound did ever heal but by degrees?
\n<\/a>Thou know’st we work by wit, and not by witchcraft;
\n<\/a>And wit depends on dilatory time.
\n<\/a>Does’t not go well? Cassio hath beaten thee.
\n<\/a>And thou, by that small hurt, hast cashier’d Cassio:
\n<\/a>Though other things grow fair against the sun,
\n<\/a>Yet fruits that blossom first will first be ripe:
\n<\/a>Content thyself awhile. By the mass, ’tis morning;
\n<\/a>Pleasure and action make the hours seem short.
\n<\/a>Retire thee; go where thou art billeted:
\n<\/a>Away, I say; thou shalt know more hereafter:
\n<\/a>Nay, get thee gone.
\nExit RODERIGO<\/i><\/p>\n

<\/a>Two things are to be done:
\n<\/a>My wife must move for Cassio to her mistress;
\n<\/a>I’ll set her on;
\n<\/a>Myself the while to draw the Moor apart,
\n<\/a>And bring him jump when he may Cassio find
\n<\/a>Soliciting his wife: ay, that’s the way
\n<\/a>Dull not device by coldness and delay.
\nExit<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

ACT III<\/h3>\n

SCENE I. Before the castle.<\/h3>\n

Enter CASSIO and some Musicians<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>CASSIO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Masters, play here; I will content your pains;
\n<\/a>Something that’s brief; and bid ‘Good morrow, general.’
\nMusic<\/i><\/p>\n

Enter Clown<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>Clown<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Why masters, have your instruments been in Naples,
\n<\/a>that they speak i’ the nose thus?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>First Musician<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>How, sir, how!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>Clown<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Are these, I pray you, wind-instruments?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>First Musician<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Ay, marry, are they, sir.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>Clown<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>O, thereby hangs a tail..<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>First Musician<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Whereby hangs a tale, sir?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>Clown<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Marry. sir, by many a wind-instrument that I know.
\n<\/a>But, masters, here’s money for you: and the general
\n<\/a>so likes your music, that he desires you, for love’s
\n<\/a>sake, to make no more noise with it.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>First Musician<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Well, sir, we will not.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>Clown<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>If you have any music that may not be heard, to’t
\n<\/a>again: but, as they say to hear music the general
\n<\/a>does not greatly care.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>First Musician<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>We have none such, sir.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>Clown<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Then put up your pipes in your bag, for I’ll away:
\n<\/a>go; vanish into air; away!
\nExeunt Musicians<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>CASSIO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Dost thou hear, my honest friend?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>Clown<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>No, I hear not your honest friend; I hear you.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>CASSIO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Prithee, keep up thy quillets. There’s a poor piece
\n<\/a>of gold for thee: if the gentlewoman that attends
\n<\/a>the general’s wife be stirring, tell her there’s
\n<\/a>one Cassio entreats her a little favour of speech:
\n<\/a>wilt thou do this?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>Clown<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>She is stirring, sir: if she will stir hither, I
\n<\/a>shall seem to notify unto her.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>CASSIO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Do, good my friend.
\nExit Clown<\/i><\/p>\n

Enter IAGO<\/i><\/p>\n

<\/a>In happy time, Iago.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>You have not been a-bed, then?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>CASSIO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Why, no; the day had broke
\n<\/a>Before we parted. I have made bold, Iago,
\n<\/a>To send in to your wife: my suit to her
\n<\/a>Is, that she will to virtuous Desdemona
\n<\/a>Procure me some access.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>I’ll send her to you presently;
\n<\/a>And I’ll devise a mean to draw the Moor
\n<\/a>Out of the way, that your converse and business
\n<\/a>May be more free.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>CASSIO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>I humbly thank you for’t.
\nExit IAGO<\/i><\/p>\n

<\/a>I never knew
\n<\/a>A Florentine more kind and honest.
\nEnter EMILIA<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>EMILIA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Good morrow, good Lieutenant: I am sorry
\n<\/a>For your displeasure; but all will sure be well.
\n<\/a>The general and his wife are talking of it;
\n<\/a>And she speaks for you stoutly: the Moor replies,
\n<\/a>That he you hurt is of great fame in Cyprus,
\n<\/a>And great affinity, and that in wholesome wisdom
\n<\/a>He might not but refuse you; but he protests he loves you
\n<\/a>And needs no other suitor but his likings
\n<\/a>To take the safest occasion by the front
\n<\/a>To bring you in again.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>CASSIO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Yet, I beseech you,
\n<\/a>If you think fit, or that it may be done,
\n<\/a>Give me advantage of some brief discourse
\n<\/a>With Desdemona alone.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>EMILIA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Pray you, come in;
\n<\/a>I will bestow you where you shall have time
\n<\/a>To speak your bosom freely.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>CASSIO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>I am much bound to you.
\nExeunt<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

SCENE II. A room in the castle.<\/h3>\n

Enter OTHELLO, IAGO, and Gentlemen<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>These letters give, Iago, to the pilot;
\n<\/a>And by him do my duties to the senate:
\n<\/a>That done, I will be walking on the works;
\n<\/a>Repair there to me.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Well, my good lord, I’ll do’t.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>This fortification, gentlemen, shall we see’t?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>Gentleman<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>We’ll wait upon your lordship.
\nExeunt<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

SCENE III. The garden of the castle.<\/h3>\n

Enter DESDEMONA, CASSIO, and EMILIA<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Be thou assured, good Cassio, I will do
\n<\/a>All my abilities in thy behalf.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>EMILIA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Good madam, do: I warrant it grieves my husband,
\n<\/a>As if the case were his.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>O, that’s an honest fellow. Do not doubt, Cassio,
\n<\/a>But I will have my lord and you again
\n<\/a>As friendly as you were.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>CASSIO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Bounteous madam,
\n<\/a>Whatever shall become of Michael Cassio,
\n<\/a>He’s never any thing but your true servant.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>I know’t; I thank you. You do love my lord:
\n<\/a>You have known him long; and be you well assured
\n<\/a>He shall in strangeness stand no further off
\n<\/a>Than in a polite distance.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>CASSIO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Ay, but, lady,
\n<\/a>That policy may either last so long,
\n<\/a>Or feed upon such nice and waterish diet,
\n<\/a>Or breed itself so out of circumstance,
\n<\/a>That, I being absent and my place supplied,
\n<\/a>My general will forget my love and service.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Do not doubt that; before Emilia here
\n<\/a>I give thee warrant of thy place: assure thee,
\n<\/a>If I do vow a friendship, I’ll perform it
\n<\/a>To the last article: my lord shall never rest;
\n<\/a>I’ll watch him tame and talk him out of patience;
\n<\/a>His bed shall seem a school, his board a shrift;
\n<\/a>I’ll intermingle every thing he does
\n<\/a>With Cassio’s suit: therefore be merry, Cassio;
\n<\/a>For thy solicitor shall rather die
\n<\/a>Than give thy cause away.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>EMILIA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Madam, here comes my lord.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>CASSIO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Madam, I’ll take my leave.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Why, stay, and hear me speak.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>CASSIO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Madam, not now: I am very ill at ease,
\n<\/a>Unfit for mine own purposes.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Well, do your discretion.
\nExit CASSIO<\/i><\/p>\n

Enter OTHELLO and IAGO<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Ha! I like not that.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>What dost thou say?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Nothing, my lord: or if–I know not what.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Was not that Cassio parted from my wife?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Cassio, my lord! No, sure, I cannot think it,
\n<\/a>That he would steal away so guilty-like,
\n<\/a>Seeing you coming.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a> I do believe ’twas he.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>How now, my lord!
\n<\/a>I have been talking with a suitor here,
\n<\/a>A man that languishes in your displeasure.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Who is’t you mean?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Why, your lieutenant, Cassio. Good my lord,
\n<\/a>If I have any grace or power to move you,
\n<\/a>His present reconciliation take;
\n<\/a>For if he be not one that truly loves you,
\n<\/a>That errs in ignorance and not in cunning,
\n<\/a>I have no judgment in an honest face:
\n<\/a>I prithee, call him back.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Went he hence now?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Ay, sooth; so humbled
\n<\/a>That he hath left part of his grief with me,
\n<\/a>To suffer with him. Good love, call him back.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Not now, sweet Desdemona; some other time.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>But shall’t be shortly?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>The sooner, sweet, for you.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Shall’t be to-night at supper?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>No, not to-night.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>To-morrow dinner, then?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>I shall not dine at home;
\n<\/a>I meet the captains at the citadel.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Why, then, to-morrow night; or Tuesday morn;
\n<\/a>On Tuesday noon, or night; on Wednesday morn:
\n<\/a>I prithee, name the time, but let it not
\n<\/a>Exceed three days: in faith, he’s penitent;
\n<\/a>And yet his trespass, in our common reason–
\n<\/a>Save that, they say, the wars must make examples
\n<\/a>Out of their best–is not almost a fault
\n<\/a>To incur a private cheque. When shall he come?
\n<\/a>Tell me, Othello: I wonder in my soul,
\n<\/a>What you would ask me, that I should deny,
\n<\/a>Or stand so mammering on. What! Michael Cassio,
\n<\/a>That came a-wooing with you, and so many a time,
\n<\/a>When I have spoke of you dispraisingly,
\n<\/a>Hath ta’en your part; to have so much to do
\n<\/a>To bring him in! Trust me, I could do much,–<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Prithee, no more: let him come when he will;
\n<\/a>I will deny thee nothing.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Why, this is not a boon;
\n<\/a>‘Tis as I should entreat you wear your gloves,
\n<\/a>Or feed on nourishing dishes, or keep you warm,
\n<\/a>Or sue to you to do a peculiar profit
\n<\/a>To your own person: nay, when I have a suit
\n<\/a>Wherein I mean to touch your love indeed,
\n<\/a>It shall be full of poise and difficult weight
\n<\/a>And fearful to be granted.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>I will deny thee nothing:
\n<\/a>Whereon, I do beseech thee, grant me this,
\n<\/a>To leave me but a little to myself.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Shall I deny you? no: farewell, my lord.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Farewell, my Desdemona: I’ll come to thee straight.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Emilia, come. Be as your fancies teach you;
\n<\/a>Whate’er you be, I am obedient.
\nExeunt DESDEMONA and EMILIA<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Excellent wretch! Perdition catch my soul,
\n<\/a>But I do love thee! and when I love thee not,
\n<\/a>Chaos is come again.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>My noble lord–<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a> What dost thou say, Iago?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Did Michael Cassio, when you woo’d my lady,
\n<\/a>Know of your love?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>He did, from first to last: why dost thou ask?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>But for a satisfaction of my thought;
\n<\/a>No further harm.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a> Why of thy thought, Iago?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>I did not think he had been acquainted with her.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>O, yes; and went between us very oft.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Indeed!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Indeed! ay, indeed: discern’st thou aught in that?
\n<\/a>Is he not honest?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Honest, my lord!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a> Honest! ay, honest.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>My lord, for aught I know.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>What dost thou think?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Think, my lord!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Think, my lord!
\n<\/a>By heaven, he echoes me,
\n<\/a>As if there were some monster in his thought
\n<\/a>Too hideous to be shown. Thou dost mean something:
\n<\/a>I heard thee say even now, thou likedst not that,
\n<\/a>When Cassio left my wife: what didst not like?
\n<\/a>And when I told thee he was of my counsel
\n<\/a>In my whole course of wooing, thou criedst ‘Indeed!’
\n<\/a>And didst contract and purse thy brow together,
\n<\/a>As if thou then hadst shut up in thy brain
\n<\/a>Some horrible conceit: if thou dost love me,
\n<\/a>Show me thy thought.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>My lord, you know I love you.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>I think thou dost;
\n<\/a>And, for I know thou’rt full of love and honesty,
\n<\/a>And weigh’st thy words before thou givest them breath,
\n<\/a>Therefore these stops of thine fright me the more:
\n<\/a>For such things in a false disloyal knave
\n<\/a>Are tricks of custom, but in a man that’s just
\n<\/a>They are close delations, working from the heart
\n<\/a>That passion cannot rule.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>For Michael Cassio,
\n<\/a>I dare be sworn I think that he is honest.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>I think so too.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a> Men should be what they seem;
\n<\/a>Or those that be not, would they might seem none!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Certain, men should be what they seem.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Why, then, I think Cassio’s an honest man.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Nay, yet there’s more in this:
\n<\/a>I prithee, speak to me as to thy thinkings,
\n<\/a>As thou dost ruminate, and give thy worst of thoughts
\n<\/a>The worst of words.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Good my lord, pardon me:
\n<\/a>Though I am bound to every act of duty,
\n<\/a>I am not bound to that all slaves are free to.
\n<\/a>Utter my thoughts? Why, say they are vile and false;
\n<\/a>As where’s that palace whereinto foul things
\n<\/a>Sometimes intrude not? who has a breast so pure,
\n<\/a>But some uncleanly apprehensions
\n<\/a>Keep leets and law-days and in session sit
\n<\/a>With meditations lawful?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Thou dost conspire against thy friend, Iago,
\n<\/a>If thou but think’st him wrong’d and makest his ear
\n<\/a>A stranger to thy thoughts.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>I do beseech you–
\n<\/a>Though I perchance am vicious in my guess,
\n<\/a>As, I confess, it is my nature’s plague
\n<\/a>To spy into abuses, and oft my jealousy
\n<\/a>Shapes faults that are not–that your wisdom yet,
\n<\/a>From one that so imperfectly conceits,
\n<\/a>Would take no notice, nor build yourself a trouble
\n<\/a>Out of his scattering and unsure observance.
\n<\/a>It were not for your quiet nor your good,
\n<\/a>Nor for my manhood, honesty, or wisdom,
\n<\/a>To let you know my thoughts.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>What dost thou mean?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Good name in man and woman, dear my lord,
\n<\/a>Is the immediate jewel of their souls:
\n<\/a>Who steals my purse steals trash; ’tis something, nothing;
\n<\/a>‘Twas mine, ’tis his, and has been slave to thousands:
\n<\/a>But he that filches from me my good name
\n<\/a>Robs me of that which not enriches him
\n<\/a>And makes me poor indeed.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>By heaven, I’ll know thy thoughts.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>You cannot, if my heart were in your hand;
\n<\/a>Nor shall not, whilst ’tis in my custody.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Ha!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>O, beware, my lord, of jealousy;
\n<\/a>It is the green-eyed monster which doth mock
\n<\/a>The meat it feeds on; that cuckold lives in bliss
\n<\/a>Who, certain of his fate, loves not his wronger;
\n<\/a>But, O, what damned minutes tells he o’er
\n<\/a>Who dotes, yet doubts, suspects, yet strongly loves!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>O misery!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Poor and content is rich and rich enough,
\n<\/a>But riches fineless is as poor as winter
\n<\/a>To him that ever fears he shall be poor.
\n<\/a>Good heaven, the souls of all my tribe defend
\n<\/a>From jealousy!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a> Why, why is this?
\n<\/a>Think’st thou I’ld make a lie of jealousy,
\n<\/a>To follow still the changes of the moon
\n<\/a>With fresh suspicions? No; to be once in doubt
\n<\/a>Is once to be resolved: exchange me for a goat,
\n<\/a>When I shall turn the business of my soul
\n<\/a>To such exsufflicate and blown surmises,
\n<\/a>Matching thy inference. ‘Tis not to make me jealous
\n<\/a>To say my wife is fair, feeds well, loves company,
\n<\/a>Is free of speech, sings, plays and dances well;
\n<\/a>Where virtue is, these are more virtuous:
\n<\/a>Nor from mine own weak merits will I draw
\n<\/a>The smallest fear or doubt of her revolt;
\n<\/a>For she had eyes, and chose me. No, Iago;
\n<\/a>I’ll see before I doubt; when I doubt, prove;
\n<\/a>And on the proof, there is no more but this,–
\n<\/a>Away at once with love or jealousy!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>I am glad of it; for now I shall have reason
\n<\/a>To show the love and duty that I bear you
\n<\/a>With franker spirit: therefore, as I am bound,
\n<\/a>Receive it from me. I speak not yet of proof.
\n<\/a>Look to your wife; observe her well with Cassio;
\n<\/a>Wear your eye thus, not jealous nor secure:
\n<\/a>I would not have your free and noble nature,
\n<\/a>Out of self-bounty, be abused; look to’t:
\n<\/a>I know our country disposition well;
\n<\/a>In Venice they do let heaven see the pranks
\n<\/a>They dare not show their husbands; their best conscience
\n<\/a>Is not to leave’t undone, but keep’t unknown.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Dost thou say so?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>She did deceive her father, marrying you;
\n<\/a>And when she seem’d to shake and fear your looks,
\n<\/a>She loved them most.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>And so she did.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Why, go to then;
\n<\/a>She that, so young, could give out such a seeming,
\n<\/a>To seal her father’s eyes up close as oak-
\n<\/a>He thought ’twas witchcraft–but I am much to blame;
\n<\/a>I humbly do beseech you of your pardon
\n<\/a>For too much loving you.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>I am bound to thee for ever.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>I see this hath a little dash’d your spirits.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Not a jot, not a jot.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>I’ faith, I fear it has.
\n<\/a>I hope you will consider what is spoke
\n<\/a>Comes from my love. But I do see you’re moved:
\n<\/a>I am to pray you not to strain my speech
\n<\/a>To grosser issues nor to larger reach
\n<\/a>Than to suspicion.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>I will not.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a> Should you do so, my lord,
\n<\/a>My speech should fall into such vile success
\n<\/a>As my thoughts aim not at. Cassio’s my worthy friend–
\n<\/a>My lord, I see you’re moved.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>No, not much moved:
\n<\/a>I do not think but Desdemona’s honest.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Long live she so! and long live you to think so!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>And yet, how nature erring from itself,–<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Ay, there’s the point: as–to be bold with you–
\n<\/a>Not to affect many proposed matches
\n<\/a>Of her own clime, complexion, and degree,
\n<\/a>Whereto we see in all things nature tends–
\n<\/a>Foh! one may smell in such a will most rank,
\n<\/a>Foul disproportion thoughts unnatural.
\n<\/a>But pardon me; I do not in position
\n<\/a>Distinctly speak of her; though I may fear
\n<\/a>Her will, recoiling to her better judgment,
\n<\/a>May fall to match you with her country forms
\n<\/a>And happily repent.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Farewell, farewell:
\n<\/a>If more thou dost perceive, let me know more;
\n<\/a>Set on thy wife to observe: leave me, Iago:<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>[Going] My lord, I take my leave.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Why did I marry? This honest creature doubtless
\n<\/a>Sees and knows more, much more, than he unfolds.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>[Returning] My lord, I would I might entreat
\n<\/a>your honour
\n<\/a>To scan this thing no further; leave it to time:
\n<\/a>Though it be fit that Cassio have his place,
\n<\/a>For sure, he fills it up with great ability,
\n<\/a>Yet, if you please to hold him off awhile,
\n<\/a>You shall by that perceive him and his means:
\n<\/a>Note, if your lady strain his entertainment
\n<\/a>With any strong or vehement importunity;
\n<\/a>Much will be seen in that. In the mean time,
\n<\/a>Let me be thought too busy in my fears–
\n<\/a>As worthy cause I have to fear I am–
\n<\/a>And hold her free, I do beseech your honour.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Fear not my government.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>I once more take my leave.
\nExit<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>This fellow’s of exceeding honesty,
\n<\/a>And knows all qualities, with a learned spirit,
\n<\/a>Of human dealings. If I do prove her haggard,
\n<\/a>Though that her jesses were my dear heartstrings,
\n<\/a>I’ld whistle her off and let her down the wind,
\n<\/a>To pray at fortune. Haply, for I am black
\n<\/a>And have not those soft parts of conversation
\n<\/a>That chamberers have, or for I am declined
\n<\/a>Into the vale of years,–yet that’s not much–
\n<\/a>She’s gone. I am abused; and my relief
\n<\/a>Must be to loathe her. O curse of marriage,
\n<\/a>That we can call these delicate creatures ours,
\n<\/a>And not their appetites! I had rather be a toad,
\n<\/a>And live upon the vapour of a dungeon,
\n<\/a>Than keep a corner in the thing I love
\n<\/a>For others’ uses. Yet, ’tis the plague of great ones;
\n<\/a>Prerogatived are they less than the base;
\n<\/a>‘Tis destiny unshunnable, like death:
\n<\/a>Even then this forked plague is fated to us
\n<\/a>When we do quicken. Desdemona comes:
\nRe-enter DESDEMONA and EMILIA<\/i><\/p>\n

<\/a>If she be false, O, then heaven mocks itself!
\n<\/a>I’ll not believe’t.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>How now, my dear Othello!
\n<\/a>Your dinner, and the generous islanders
\n<\/a>By you invited, do attend your presence.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>I am to blame.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a> Why do you speak so faintly?
\n<\/a>Are you not well?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>I have a pain upon my forehead here.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>‘Faith, that’s with watching; ’twill away again:
\n<\/a>Let me but bind it hard, within this hour
\n<\/a>It will be well.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a> Your napkin is too little:
\nHe puts the handkerchief from him; and it drops<\/i><\/p>\n

<\/a>Let it alone. Come, I’ll go in with you.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>I am very sorry that you are not well.
\nExeunt OTHELLO and DESDEMONA<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>EMILIA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>I am glad I have found this napkin:
\n<\/a>This was her first remembrance from the Moor:
\n<\/a>My wayward husband hath a hundred times
\n<\/a>Woo’d me to steal it; but she so loves the token,
\n<\/a>For he conjured her she should ever keep it,
\n<\/a>That she reserves it evermore about her
\n<\/a>To kiss and talk to. I’ll have the work ta’en out,
\n<\/a>And give’t Iago: what he will do with it
\n<\/a>Heaven knows, not I;
\n<\/a>I nothing but to please his fantasy.
\nRe-enter Iago<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>How now! what do you here alone?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>EMILIA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Do not you chide; I have a thing for you.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>A thing for me? it is a common thing–<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>EMILIA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Ha!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>To have a foolish wife.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>EMILIA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>O, is that all? What will you give me now
\n<\/a>For the same handkerchief?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>What handkerchief?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>EMILIA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>What handkerchief?
\n<\/a>Why, that the Moor first gave to Desdemona;
\n<\/a>That which so often you did bid me steal.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Hast stol’n it from her?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>EMILIA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>No, ‘faith; she let it drop by negligence.
\n<\/a>And, to the advantage, I, being here, took’t up.
\n<\/a>Look, here it is.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a> A good wench; give it me.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>EMILIA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>What will you do with ‘t, that you have been
\n<\/a>so earnest
\n<\/a>To have me filch it?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>[Snatching it] Why, what’s that to you?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>EMILIA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>If it be not for some purpose of import,
\n<\/a>Give’t me again: poor lady, she’ll run mad
\n<\/a>When she shall lack it.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Be not acknown on ‘t; I have use for it.
\n<\/a>Go, leave me.
\nExit EMILIA<\/i><\/p>\n

<\/a>I will in Cassio’s lodging lose this napkin,
\n<\/a>And let him find it. Trifles light as air
\n<\/a>Are to the jealous confirmations strong
\n<\/a>As proofs of holy writ: this may do something.
\n<\/a>The Moor already changes with my poison:
\n<\/a>Dangerous conceits are, in their natures, poisons.
\n<\/a>Which at the first are scarce found to distaste,
\n<\/a>But with a little act upon the blood.
\n<\/a>Burn like the mines of Sulphur. I did say so:
\n<\/a>Look, where he comes!
\nRe-enter OTHELLO<\/i><\/p>\n

<\/a>Not poppy, nor mandragora,
\n<\/a>Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world,
\n<\/a>Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep
\n<\/a>Which thou owedst yesterday.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Ha! ha! false to me?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Why, how now, general! no more of that.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Avaunt! be gone! thou hast set me on the rack:
\n<\/a>I swear ’tis better to be much abused
\n<\/a>Than but to know’t a little.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>How now, my lord!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>What sense had I of her stol’n hours of lust?
\n<\/a>I saw’t not, thought it not, it harm’d not me:
\n<\/a>I slept the next night well, was free and merry;
\n<\/a>I found not Cassio’s kisses on her lips:
\n<\/a>He that is robb’d, not wanting what is stol’n,
\n<\/a>Let him not know’t, and he’s not robb’d at all.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>I am sorry to hear this.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>I had been happy, if the general camp,
\n<\/a>Pioners and all, had tasted her sweet body,
\n<\/a>So I had nothing known. O, now, for ever
\n<\/a>Farewell the tranquil mind! farewell content!
\n<\/a>Farewell the plumed troop, and the big wars,
\n<\/a>That make ambition virtue! O, farewell!
\n<\/a>Farewell the neighing steed, and the shrill trump,
\n<\/a>The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife,
\n<\/a>The royal banner, and all quality,
\n<\/a>Pride, pomp and circumstance of glorious war!
\n<\/a>And, O you mortal engines, whose rude throats
\n<\/a>The immortal Jove’s dead clamours counterfeit,
\n<\/a>Farewell! Othello’s occupation’s gone!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Is’t possible, my lord?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Villain, be sure thou prove my love a whore,
\n<\/a>Be sure of it; give me the ocular proof:
\n<\/a>Or by the worth of man’s eternal soul,
\n<\/a>Thou hadst been better have been born a dog
\n<\/a>Than answer my waked wrath!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Is’t come to this?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Make me to see’t; or, at the least, so prove it,
\n<\/a>That the probation bear no hinge nor loop
\n<\/a>To hang a doubt on; or woe upon thy life!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>My noble lord,–<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>If thou dost slander her and torture me,
\n<\/a>Never pray more; abandon all remorse;
\n<\/a>On horror’s head horrors accumulate;
\n<\/a>Do deeds to make heaven weep, all earth amazed;
\n<\/a>For nothing canst thou to damnation add
\n<\/a>Greater than that.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a> O grace! O heaven forgive me!
\n<\/a>Are you a man? have you a soul or sense?
\n<\/a>God be wi’ you; take mine office. O wretched fool.
\n<\/a>That livest to make thine honesty a vice!
\n<\/a>O monstrous world! Take note, take note, O world,
\n<\/a>To be direct and honest is not safe.
\n<\/a>I thank you for this profit; and from hence
\n<\/a>I’ll love no friend, sith love breeds such offence.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Nay, stay: thou shouldst be honest.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>I should be wise, for honesty’s a fool
\n<\/a>And loses that it works for.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>By the world,
\n<\/a>I think my wife be honest and think she is not;
\n<\/a>I think that thou art just and think thou art not.
\n<\/a>I’ll have some proof. Her name, that was as fresh
\n<\/a>As Dian’s visage, is now begrimed and black
\n<\/a>As mine own face. If there be cords, or knives,
\n<\/a>Poison, or fire, or suffocating streams,
\n<\/a>I’ll not endure it. Would I were satisfied!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>I see, sir, you are eaten up with passion:
\n<\/a>I do repent me that I put it to you.
\n<\/a>You would be satisfied?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Would! nay, I will.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>And may: but, how? how satisfied, my lord?
\n<\/a>Would you, the supervisor, grossly gape on–
\n<\/a>Behold her topp’d?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a> Death and damnation! O!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>It were a tedious difficulty, I think,
\n<\/a>To bring them to that prospect: damn them then,
\n<\/a>If ever mortal eyes do see them bolster
\n<\/a>More than their own! What then? how then?
\n<\/a>What shall I say? Where’s satisfaction?
\n<\/a>It is impossible you should see this,
\n<\/a>Were they as prime as goats, as hot as monkeys,
\n<\/a>As salt as wolves in pride, and fools as gross
\n<\/a>As ignorance made drunk. But yet, I say,
\n<\/a>If imputation and strong circumstances,
\n<\/a>Which lead directly to the door of truth,
\n<\/a>Will give you satisfaction, you may have’t.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Give me a living reason she’s disloyal.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>I do not like the office:
\n<\/a>But, sith I am enter’d in this cause so far,
\n<\/a>Prick’d to’t by foolish honesty and love,
\n<\/a>I will go on. I lay with Cassio lately;
\n<\/a>And, being troubled with a raging tooth,
\n<\/a>I could not sleep.
\n<\/a>There are a kind of men so loose of soul,
\n<\/a>That in their sleeps will mutter their affairs:
\n<\/a>One of this kind is Cassio:
\n<\/a>In sleep I heard him say ‘Sweet Desdemona,
\n<\/a>Let us be wary, let us hide our loves;’
\n<\/a>And then, sir, would he gripe and wring my hand,
\n<\/a>Cry ‘O sweet creature!’ and then kiss me hard,
\n<\/a>As if he pluck’d up kisses by the roots
\n<\/a>That grew upon my lips: then laid his leg
\n<\/a>Over my thigh, and sigh’d, and kiss’d; and then
\n<\/a>Cried ‘Cursed fate that gave thee to the Moor!’<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>O monstrous! monstrous!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Nay, this was but his dream.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>But this denoted a foregone conclusion:
\n<\/a>‘Tis a shrewd doubt, though it be but a dream.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>And this may help to thicken other proofs
\n<\/a>That do demonstrate thinly.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>I’ll tear her all to pieces.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Nay, but be wise: yet we see nothing done;
\n<\/a>She may be honest yet. Tell me but this,
\n<\/a>Have you not sometimes seen a handkerchief
\n<\/a>Spotted with strawberries in your wife’s hand?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>I gave her such a one; ’twas my first gift.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>I know not that; but such a handkerchief–
\n<\/a>I am sure it was your wife’s–did I to-day
\n<\/a>See Cassio wipe his beard with.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>If it be that–<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>If it be that, or any that was hers,
\n<\/a>It speaks against her with the other proofs.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>O, that the slave had forty thousand lives!
\n<\/a>One is too poor, too weak for my revenge.
\n<\/a>Now do I see ’tis true. Look here, Iago;
\n<\/a>All my fond love thus do I blow to heaven.
\n<\/a>‘Tis gone.
\n<\/a>Arise, black vengeance, from thy hollow cell!
\n<\/a>Yield up, O love, thy crown and hearted throne
\n<\/a>To tyrannous hate! Swell, bosom, with thy fraught,
\n<\/a>For ’tis of aspics’ tongues!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Yet be content.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>O, blood, blood, blood!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Patience, I say; your mind perhaps may change.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Never, Iago: Like to the Pontic sea,
\n<\/a>Whose icy current and compulsive course
\n<\/a>Ne’er feels retiring ebb, but keeps due on
\n<\/a>To the Propontic and the Hellespont,
\n<\/a>Even so my bloody thoughts, with violent pace,
\n<\/a>Shall ne’er look back, ne’er ebb to humble love,
\n<\/a>Till that a capable and wide revenge
\n<\/a>Swallow them up. Now, by yond marble heaven,
\nKneels<\/i><\/p>\n

<\/a>In the due reverence of a sacred vow
\n<\/a>I here engage my words.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Do not rise yet.
\nKneels<\/i><\/p>\n

<\/a>Witness, you ever-burning lights above,
\n<\/a>You elements that clip us round about,
\n<\/a>Witness that here Iago doth give up
\n<\/a>The execution of his wit, hands, heart,
\n<\/a>To wrong’d Othello’s service! Let him command,
\n<\/a>And to obey shall be in me remorse,
\n<\/a>What bloody business ever.
\nThey rise<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>I greet thy love,
\n<\/a>Not with vain thanks, but with acceptance bounteous,
\n<\/a>And will upon the instant put thee to’t:
\n<\/a>Within these three days let me hear thee say
\n<\/a>That Cassio’s not alive.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>My friend is dead; ’tis done at your request:
\n<\/a>But let her live.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Damn her, lewd minx! O, damn her!
\n<\/a>Come, go with me apart; I will withdraw,
\n<\/a>To furnish me with some swift means of death
\n<\/a>For the fair devil. Now art thou my lieutenant.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>I am your own for ever.
\nExeunt<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

SCENE IV. Before the castle.<\/h3>\n

Enter DESDEMONA, EMILIA, and Clown<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Do you know, sirrah, where Lieutenant Cassio lies?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>Clown<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>I dare not say he lies any where.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Why, man?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>Clown<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>He’s a soldier, and for one to say a soldier lies,
\n<\/a>is stabbing.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Go to: where lodges he?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>Clown<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>To tell you where he lodges, is to tell you where I lie.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Can any thing be made of this?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>Clown<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>I know not where he lodges, and for me to devise a
\n<\/a>lodging and say he lies here or he lies there, were
\n<\/a>to lie in mine own throat.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Can you inquire him out, and be edified by report?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>Clown<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>I will catechise the world for him; that is, make
\n<\/a>questions, and by them answer.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Seek him, bid him come hither: tell him I have
\n<\/a>moved my lord on his behalf, and hope all will be well.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>Clown<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>To do this is within the compass of man’s wit: and
\n<\/a>therefore I will attempt the doing it.
\nExit<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Where should I lose that handkerchief, Emilia?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>EMILIA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>I know not, madam.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Believe me, I had rather have lost my purse
\n<\/a>Full of crusadoes: and, but my noble Moor
\n<\/a>Is true of mind and made of no such baseness
\n<\/a>As jealous creatures are, it were enough
\n<\/a>To put him to ill thinking.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>EMILIA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Is he not jealous?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Who, he? I think the sun where he was born
\n<\/a>Drew all such humours from him.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>EMILIA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Look, where he comes.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>I will not leave him now till Cassio
\n<\/a>Be call’d to him.
\nEnter OTHELLO<\/i><\/p>\n

<\/a>How is’t with you, my lord<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Well, my good lady.
\nAside<\/i><\/p>\n

<\/a>O, hardness to dissemble!–
\n<\/a>How do you, Desdemona?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Well, my good lord.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Give me your hand: this hand is moist, my lady.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>It yet hath felt no age nor known no sorrow.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>This argues fruitfulness and liberal heart:
\n<\/a>Hot, hot, and moist: this hand of yours requires
\n<\/a>A sequester from liberty, fasting and prayer,
\n<\/a>Much castigation, exercise devout;
\n<\/a>For here’s a young and sweating devil here,
\n<\/a>That commonly rebels. ‘Tis a good hand,
\n<\/a>A frank one.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a> You may, indeed, say so;
\n<\/a>For ’twas that hand that gave away my heart.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>A liberal hand: the hearts of old gave hands;
\n<\/a>But our new heraldry is hands, not hearts.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>I cannot speak of this. Come now, your promise.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>What promise, chuck?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>I have sent to bid Cassio come speak with you.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>I have a salt and sorry rheum offends me;
\n<\/a>Lend me thy handkerchief.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Here, my lord.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>That which I gave you.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>I have it not about me.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Not?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a> No, indeed, my lord.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>That is a fault.
\n<\/a>That handkerchief
\n<\/a>Did an Egyptian to my mother give;
\n<\/a>She was a charmer, and could almost read
\n<\/a>The thoughts of people: she told her, while
\n<\/a>she kept it,
\n<\/a>‘Twould make her amiable and subdue my father
\n<\/a>Entirely to her love, but if she lost it
\n<\/a>Or made gift of it, my father’s eye
\n<\/a>Should hold her loathed and his spirits should hunt
\n<\/a>After new fancies: she, dying, gave it me;
\n<\/a>And bid me, when my fate would have me wive,
\n<\/a>To give it her. I did so: and take heed on’t;
\n<\/a>Make it a darling like your precious eye;
\n<\/a>To lose’t or give’t away were such perdition
\n<\/a>As nothing else could match.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Is’t possible?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>‘Tis true: there’s magic in the web of it:
\n<\/a>A sibyl, that had number’d in the world
\n<\/a>The sun to course two hundred compasses,
\n<\/a>In her prophetic fury sew’d the work;
\n<\/a>The worms were hallow’d that did breed the silk;
\n<\/a>And it was dyed in mummy which the skilful
\n<\/a>Conserved of maidens’ hearts.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Indeed! is’t true?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Most veritable; therefore look to’t well.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Then would to God that I had never seen’t!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Ha! wherefore?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Why do you speak so startingly and rash?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Is’t lost? is’t gone? speak, is it out
\n<\/a>o’ the way?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Heaven bless us!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Say you?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>It is not lost; but what an if it were?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>How!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>I say, it is not lost.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Fetch’t, let me see’t.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Why, so I can, sir, but I will not now.
\n<\/a>This is a trick to put me from my suit:
\n<\/a>Pray you, let Cassio be received again.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Fetch me the handkerchief: my mind misgives.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Come, come;
\n<\/a>You’ll never meet a more sufficient man.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>The handkerchief!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a> I pray, talk me of Cassio.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>The handkerchief!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a> A man that all his time
\n<\/a>Hath founded his good fortunes on your love,
\n<\/a>Shared dangers with you,–<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>The handkerchief!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>In sooth, you are to blame.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Away!
\nExit<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>EMILIA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Is not this man jealous?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>I ne’er saw this before.
\n<\/a>Sure, there’s some wonder in this handkerchief:
\n<\/a>I am most unhappy in the loss of it.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>EMILIA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>‘Tis not a year or two shows us a man:
\n<\/a>They are all but stomachs, and we all but food;
\n<\/a>To eat us hungerly, and when they are full,
\n<\/a>They belch us. Look you, Cassio and my husband!
\nEnter CASSIO and IAGO<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>There is no other way; ’tis she must do’t:
\n<\/a>And, lo, the happiness! go, and importune her.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>How now, good Cassio! what’s the news with you?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>CASSIO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Madam, my former suit: I do beseech you
\n<\/a>That by your virtuous means I may again
\n<\/a>Exist, and be a member of his love
\n<\/a>Whom I with all the office of my heart
\n<\/a>Entirely honour: I would not be delay’d.
\n<\/a>If my offence be of such mortal kind
\n<\/a>That nor my service past, nor present sorrows,
\n<\/a>Nor purposed merit in futurity,
\n<\/a>Can ransom me into his love again,
\n<\/a>But to know so must be my benefit;
\n<\/a>So shall I clothe me in a forced content,
\n<\/a>And shut myself up in some other course,
\n<\/a>To fortune’s alms.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a> Alas, thrice-gentle Cassio!
\n<\/a>My advocation is not now in tune;
\n<\/a>My lord is not my lord; nor should I know him,
\n<\/a>Were he in favour as in humour alter’d.
\n<\/a>So help me every spirit sanctified,
\n<\/a>As I have spoken for you all my best
\n<\/a>And stood within the blank of his displeasure
\n<\/a>For my free speech! you must awhile be patient:
\n<\/a>What I can do I will; and more I will
\n<\/a>Than for myself I dare: let that suffice you.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Is my lord angry?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>EMILIA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a> He went hence but now,
\n<\/a>And certainly in strange unquietness.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Can he be angry? I have seen the cannon,
\n<\/a>When it hath blown his ranks into the air,
\n<\/a>And, like the devil, from his very arm
\n<\/a>Puff’d his own brother:–and can he be angry?
\n<\/a>Something of moment then: I will go meet him:
\n<\/a>There’s matter in’t indeed, if he be angry.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>I prithee, do so.
\nExit IAGO<\/i><\/p>\n

<\/a>Something, sure, of state,
\n<\/a>Either from Venice, or some unhatch’d practise
\n<\/a>Made demonstrable here in Cyprus to him,
\n<\/a>Hath puddled his clear spirit: and in such cases
\n<\/a>Men’s natures wrangle with inferior things,
\n<\/a>Though great ones are their object. ‘Tis even so;
\n<\/a>For let our finger ache, and it indues
\n<\/a>Our other healthful members even to that sense
\n<\/a>Of pain: nay, we must think men are not gods,
\n<\/a>Nor of them look for such observances
\n<\/a>As fit the bridal. Beshrew me much, Emilia,
\n<\/a>I was, unhandsome warrior as I am,
\n<\/a>Arraigning his unkindness with my soul;
\n<\/a>But now I find I had suborn’d the witness,
\n<\/a>And he’s indicted falsely.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>EMILIA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Pray heaven it be state-matters, as you think,
\n<\/a>And no conception nor no jealous toy
\n<\/a>Concerning you.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Alas the day! I never gave him cause.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>EMILIA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>But jealous souls will not be answer’d so;
\n<\/a>They are not ever jealous for the cause,
\n<\/a>But jealous for they are jealous: ’tis a monster
\n<\/a>Begot upon itself, born on itself.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Heaven keep that monster from Othello’s mind!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>EMILIA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Lady, amen.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>I will go seek him. Cassio, walk hereabout:
\n<\/a>If I do find him fit, I’ll move your suit
\n<\/a>And seek to effect it to my uttermost.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>CASSIO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>I humbly thank your ladyship.
\nExeunt DESDEMONA and EMILIA<\/i><\/p>\n

Enter BIANCA<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>BIANCA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Save you, friend Cassio!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>CASSIO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>What make you from home?
\n<\/a>How is it with you, my most fair Bianca?
\n<\/a>I’ faith, sweet love, I was coming to your house.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>BIANCA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>And I was going to your lodging, Cassio.
\n<\/a>What, keep a week away? seven days and nights?
\n<\/a>Eight score eight hours? and lovers’ absent hours,
\n<\/a>More tedious than the dial eight score times?
\n<\/a>O weary reckoning!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>CASSIO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a> Pardon me, Bianca:
\n<\/a>I have this while with leaden thoughts been press’d:
\n<\/a>But I shall, in a more continuate time,
\n<\/a>Strike off this score of absence. Sweet Bianca,
\nGiving her DESDEMONA’s handkerchief<\/i><\/p>\n

<\/a>Take me this work out.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>BIANCA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>O Cassio, whence came this?
\n<\/a>This is some token from a newer friend:
\n<\/a>To the felt absence now I feel a cause:
\n<\/a>Is’t come to this? Well, well.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>CASSIO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Go to, woman!
\n<\/a>Throw your vile guesses in the devil’s teeth,
\n<\/a>From whence you have them. You are jealous now
\n<\/a>That this is from some mistress, some remembrance:
\n<\/a>No, in good troth, Bianca.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>BIANCA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Why, whose is it?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>CASSIO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>I know not, sweet: I found it in my chamber.
\n<\/a>I like the work well: ere it be demanded–
\n<\/a>As like enough it will–I’ld have it copied:
\n<\/a>Take it, and do’t; and leave me for this time.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>BIANCA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Leave you! wherefore?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>CASSIO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>I do attend here on the general;
\n<\/a>And think it no addition, nor my wish,
\n<\/a>To have him see me woman’d.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>BIANCA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Why, I pray you?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>CASSIO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Not that I love you not.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>BIANCA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>But that you do not love me.
\n<\/a>I pray you, bring me on the way a little,
\n<\/a>And say if I shall see you soon at night.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>CASSIO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>‘Tis but a little way that I can bring you;
\n<\/a>For I attend here: but I’ll see you soon.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>BIANCA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>‘Tis very good; I must be circumstanced.
\nExeunt<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

ACT IV<\/h3>\n

SCENE I. Cyprus. Before the castle.<\/h3>\n

Enter OTHELLO and IAGO<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Will you think so?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a> Think so, Iago!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>What,
\n<\/a>To kiss in private?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>An unauthorized kiss.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Or to be naked with her friend in bed
\n<\/a>An hour or more, not meaning any harm?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Naked in bed, Iago, and not mean harm!
\n<\/a>It is hypocrisy against the devil:
\n<\/a>They that mean virtuously, and yet do so,
\n<\/a>The devil their virtue tempts, and they tempt heaven.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>So they do nothing, ’tis a venial slip:
\n<\/a>But if I give my wife a handkerchief,–<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>What then?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Why, then, ’tis hers, my lord; and, being hers,
\n<\/a>She may, I think, bestow’t on any man.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>She is protectress of her honour too:
\n<\/a>May she give that?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Her honour is an essence that’s not seen;
\n<\/a>They have it very oft that have it not:
\n<\/a>But, for the handkerchief,–<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>By heaven, I would most gladly have forgot it.
\n<\/a>Thou said’st, it comes o’er my memory,
\n<\/a>As doth the raven o’er the infected house,
\n<\/a>Boding to all–he had my handkerchief.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Ay, what of that?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a> That’s not so good now.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>What,
\n<\/a>If I had said I had seen him do you wrong?
\n<\/a>Or heard him say,–as knaves be such abroad,
\n<\/a>Who having, by their own importunate suit,
\n<\/a>Or voluntary dotage of some mistress,
\n<\/a>Convinced or supplied them, cannot choose
\n<\/a>But they must blab–<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Hath he said any thing?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>He hath, my lord; but be you well assured,
\n<\/a>No more than he’ll unswear.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>What hath he said?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>‘Faith, that he did–I know not what he did.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>What? what?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Lie–<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a> With her?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>With her, on her; what you will.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Lie with her! lie on her! We say lie on her, when
\n<\/a>they belie her. Lie with her! that’s fulsome.
\n<\/a>–Handkerchief–confessions–handkerchief!–To
\n<\/a>confess, and be hanged for his labour;–first, to be
\n<\/a>hanged, and then to confess.–I tremble at it.
\n<\/a>Nature would not invest herself in such shadowing
\n<\/a>passion without some instruction. It is not words
\n<\/a>that shake me thus. Pish! Noses, ears, and lips.
\n<\/a>–Is’t possible?–Confess–handkerchief!–O devil!–
\nFalls in a trance<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Work on,
\n<\/a>My medicine, work! Thus credulous fools are caught;
\n<\/a>And many worthy and chaste dames even thus,
\n<\/a>All guiltless, meet reproach. What, ho! my lord!
\n<\/a>My lord, I say! Othello!
\nEnter CASSIO<\/i><\/p>\n

<\/a>How now, Cassio!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>CASSIO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>What’s the matter?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>My lord is fall’n into an epilepsy:
\n<\/a>This is his second fit; he had one yesterday.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>CASSIO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Rub him about the temples.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>No, forbear;
\n<\/a>The lethargy must have his quiet course:
\n<\/a>If not, he foams at mouth and by and by
\n<\/a>Breaks out to savage madness. Look he stirs:
\n<\/a>Do you withdraw yourself a little while,
\n<\/a>He will recover straight: when he is gone,
\n<\/a>I would on great occasion speak with you.
\nExit CASSIO<\/i><\/p>\n

<\/a>How is it, general? have you not hurt your head?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Dost thou mock me?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a> I mock you! no, by heaven.
\n<\/a>Would you would bear your fortune like a man!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>A horned man’s a monster and a beast.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>There’s many a beast then in a populous city,
\n<\/a>And many a civil monster.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Did he confess it?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a> Good sir, be a man;
\n<\/a>Think every bearded fellow that’s but yoked
\n<\/a>May draw with you: there’s millions now alive
\n<\/a>That nightly lie in those unproper beds
\n<\/a>Which they dare swear peculiar: your case is better.
\n<\/a>O, ’tis the spite of hell, the fiend’s arch-mock,
\n<\/a>To lip a wanton in a secure couch,
\n<\/a>And to suppose her chaste! No, let me know;
\n<\/a>And knowing what I am, I know what she shall be.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>O, thou art wise; ’tis certain.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Stand you awhile apart;
\n<\/a>Confine yourself but in a patient list.
\n<\/a>Whilst you were here o’erwhelmed with your grief–
\n<\/a>A passion most unsuiting such a man–
\n<\/a>Cassio came hither: I shifted him away,
\n<\/a>And laid good ‘scuse upon your ecstasy,
\n<\/a>Bade him anon return and here speak with me;
\n<\/a>The which he promised. Do but encave yourself,
\n<\/a>And mark the fleers, the gibes, and notable scorns,
\n<\/a>That dwell in every region of his face;
\n<\/a>For I will make him tell the tale anew,
\n<\/a>Where, how, how oft, how long ago, and when
\n<\/a>He hath, and is again to cope your wife:
\n<\/a>I say, but mark his gesture. Marry, patience;
\n<\/a>Or I shall say you are all in all in spleen,
\n<\/a>And nothing of a man.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Dost thou hear, Iago?
\n<\/a>I will be found most cunning in my patience;
\n<\/a>But–dost thou hear?–most bloody.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>That’s not amiss;
\n<\/a>But yet keep time in all. Will you withdraw?
\nOTHELLO retires<\/i><\/p>\n

<\/a>Now will I question Cassio of Bianca,
\n<\/a>A housewife that by selling her desires
\n<\/a>Buys herself bread and clothes: it is a creature
\n<\/a>That dotes on Cassio; as ’tis the strumpet’s plague
\n<\/a>To beguile many and be beguiled by one:
\n<\/a>He, when he hears of her, cannot refrain
\n<\/a>From the excess of laughter. Here he comes:
\nRe-enter CASSIO<\/i><\/p>\n

<\/a>As he shall smile, Othello shall go mad;
\n<\/a>And his unbookish jealousy must construe
\n<\/a>Poor Cassio’s smiles, gestures and light behavior,
\n<\/a>Quite in the wrong. How do you now, lieutenant?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>CASSIO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>The worser that you give me the addition
\n<\/a>Whose want even kills me.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Ply Desdemona well, and you are sure on’t.
\nSpeaking lower<\/i><\/p>\n

<\/a>Now, if this suit lay in Bianco’s power,
\n<\/a>How quickly should you speed!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>CASSIO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Alas, poor caitiff!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Look, how he laughs already!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>I never knew woman love man so.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>CASSIO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Alas, poor rogue! I think, i’ faith, she loves me.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Now he denies it faintly, and laughs it out.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Do you hear, Cassio?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Now he importunes him
\n<\/a>To tell it o’er: go to; well said, well said.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>She gives it out that you shall marry hey:
\n<\/a>Do you intend it?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>CASSIO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Ha, ha, ha!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Do you triumph, Roman? do you triumph?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>CASSIO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>I marry her! what? a customer! Prithee, bear some
\n<\/a>charity to my wit: do not think it so unwholesome.
\n<\/a>Ha, ha, ha!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>So, so, so, so: they laugh that win.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>‘Faith, the cry goes that you shall marry her.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>CASSIO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Prithee, say true.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>I am a very villain else.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Have you scored me? Well.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>CASSIO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>This is the monkey’s own giving out: she is
\n<\/a>persuaded I will marry her, out of her own love and
\n<\/a>flattery, not out of my promise.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Iago beckons me; now he begins the story.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>CASSIO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>She was here even now; she haunts me in every place.
\n<\/a>I was the other day talking on the sea-bank with
\n<\/a>certain Venetians; and thither comes the bauble,
\n<\/a>and, by this hand, she falls me thus about my neck–<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Crying ‘O dear Cassio!’ as it were: his gesture
\n<\/a>imports it.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>CASSIO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>So hangs, and lolls, and weeps upon me; so hales,
\n<\/a>and pulls me: ha, ha, ha!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Now he tells how she plucked him to my chamber. O,
\n<\/a>I see that nose of yours, but not that dog I shall
\n<\/a>throw it to.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>CASSIO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Well, I must leave her company.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Before me! look, where she comes.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>CASSIO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>‘Tis such another fitchew! marry a perfumed one.
\nEnter BIANCA<\/i><\/p>\n

<\/a>What do you mean by this haunting of me?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>BIANCA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Let the devil and his dam haunt you! What did you
\n<\/a>mean by that same handkerchief you gave me even now?
\n<\/a>I was a fine fool to take it. I must take out the
\n<\/a>work?–A likely piece of work, that you should find
\n<\/a>it in your chamber, and not know who left it there!
\n<\/a>This is some minx’s token, and I must take out the
\n<\/a>work? There; give it your hobby-horse: wheresoever
\n<\/a>you had it, I’ll take out no work on’t.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>CASSIO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>How now, my sweet Bianca! how now! how now!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>By heaven, that should be my handkerchief!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>BIANCA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>An you’ll come to supper to-night, you may; an you
\n<\/a>will not, come when you are next prepared for.
\nExit<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>After her, after her.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>CASSIO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>‘Faith, I must; she’ll rail in the street else.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Will you sup there?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>CASSIO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>‘Faith, I intend so.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Well, I may chance to see you; for I would very fain
\n<\/a>speak with you.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>CASSIO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Prithee, come; will you?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Go to; say no more.
\nExit CASSIO<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>[Advancing] How shall I murder him, Iago?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Did you perceive how he laughed at his vice?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>O Iago!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>And did you see the handkerchief?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Was that mine?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Yours by this hand: and to see how he prizes the
\n<\/a>foolish woman your wife! she gave it him, and he
\n<\/a>hath given it his whore.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>I would have him nine years a-killing.
\n<\/a>A fine woman! a fair woman! a sweet woman!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Nay, you must forget that.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Ay, let her rot, and perish, and be damned to-night;
\n<\/a>for she shall not live: no, my heart is turned to
\n<\/a>stone; I strike it, and it hurts my hand. O, the
\n<\/a>world hath not a sweeter creature: she might lie by
\n<\/a>an emperor’s side and command him tasks.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Nay, that’s not your way.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Hang her! I do but say what she is: so delicate
\n<\/a>with her needle: an admirable musician: O! she
\n<\/a>will sing the savageness out of a bear: of so high
\n<\/a>and plenteous wit and invention:–<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>She’s the worse for all this.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>O, a thousand thousand times: and then, of so
\n<\/a>gentle a condition!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Ay, too gentle.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Nay, that’s certain: but yet the pity of it, Iago!
\n<\/a>O Iago, the pity of it, Iago!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>If you are so fond over her iniquity, give her
\n<\/a>patent to offend; for, if it touch not you, it comes
\n<\/a>near nobody.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>I will chop her into messes: cuckold me!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>O, ’tis foul in her.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>With mine officer!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>That’s fouler.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Get me some poison, Iago; this night: I’ll not
\n<\/a>expostulate with her, lest her body and beauty
\n<\/a>unprovide my mind again: this night, Iago.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Do it not with poison, strangle her in her bed, even
\n<\/a>the bed she hath contaminated.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Good, good: the justice of it pleases: very good.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>And for Cassio, let me be his undertaker: you
\n<\/a>shall hear more by midnight.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Excellent good.
\nA trumpet within<\/i><\/p>\n

<\/a>What trumpet is that same?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Something from Venice, sure. ‘Tis Lodovico
\n<\/a>Come from the duke: and, see, your wife is with him.
\nEnter LODOVICO, DESDEMONA, and Attendants<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>LODOVICO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Save you, worthy general!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>With all my heart, sir.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>LODOVICO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>The duke and senators of Venice greet you.
\nGives him a letter<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>I kiss the instrument of their pleasures.
\nOpens the letter, and reads<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>And what’s the news, good cousin Lodovico?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>I am very glad to see you, signior
\n<\/a>Welcome to Cyprus.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>LODOVICO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>I thank you. How does Lieutenant Cassio?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Lives, sir.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Cousin, there’s fall’n between him and my lord
\n<\/a>An unkind breach: but you shall make all well.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Are you sure of that?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>My lord?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>[Reads] ‘This fail you not to do, as you will–‘<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>LODOVICO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>He did not call; he’s busy in the paper.
\n<\/a>Is there division ‘twixt my lord and Cassio?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>A most unhappy one: I would do much
\n<\/a>To atone them, for the love I bear to Cassio.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Fire and brimstone!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>My lord?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a> Are you wise?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>What, is he angry?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>LODOVICO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a> May be the letter moved him;
\n<\/a>For, as I think, they do command him home,
\n<\/a>Deputing Cassio in his government.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Trust me, I am glad on’t.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Indeed!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>My lord?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>I am glad to see you mad.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Why, sweet Othello,–<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>[Striking her] Devil!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>I have not deserved this.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>LODOVICO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>My lord, this would not be believed in Venice,
\n<\/a>Though I should swear I saw’t: ’tis very much:
\n<\/a>Make her amends; she weeps.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>O devil, devil!
\n<\/a>If that the earth could teem with woman’s tears,
\n<\/a>Each drop she falls would prove a crocodile.
\n<\/a>Out of my sight!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>I will not stay to offend you.
\nGoing<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>LODOVICO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Truly, an obedient lady:
\n<\/a>I do beseech your lordship, call her back.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Mistress!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a> My lord?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>What would you with her, sir?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>LODOVICO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Who, I, my lord?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Ay; you did wish that I would make her turn:
\n<\/a>Sir, she can turn, and turn, and yet go on,
\n<\/a>And turn again; and she can weep, sir, weep;
\n<\/a>And she’s obedient, as you say, obedient,
\n<\/a>Very obedient. Proceed you in your tears.
\n<\/a>Concerning this, sir,–O well-painted passion!–
\n<\/a>I am commanded home. Get you away;
\n<\/a>I’ll send for you anon. Sir, I obey the mandate,
\n<\/a>And will return to Venice. Hence, avaunt!
\nExit DESDEMONA<\/i><\/p>\n

<\/a>Cassio shall have my place. And, sir, tonight,
\n<\/a>I do entreat that we may sup together:
\n<\/a>You are welcome, sir, to Cyprus.–Goats and monkeys!
\nExit<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>LODOVICO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Is this the noble Moor whom our full senate
\n<\/a>Call all in all sufficient? Is this the nature
\n<\/a>Whom passion could not shake? whose solid virtue
\n<\/a>The shot of accident, nor dart of chance,
\n<\/a>Could neither graze nor pierce?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>He is much changed.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>LODOVICO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Are his wits safe? is he not light of brain?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>He’s that he is: I may not breathe my censure
\n<\/a>What he might be: if what he might he is not,
\n<\/a>I would to heaven he were!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>LODOVICO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>What, strike his wife!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>‘Faith, that was not so well; yet would I knew
\n<\/a>That stroke would prove the worst!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>LODOVICO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Is it his use?
\n<\/a>Or did the letters work upon his blood,
\n<\/a>And new-create this fault?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Alas, alas!
\n<\/a>It is not honesty in me to speak
\n<\/a>What I have seen and known. You shall observe him,
\n<\/a>And his own courses will denote him so
\n<\/a>That I may save my speech: do but go after,
\n<\/a>And mark how he continues.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>LODOVICO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>I am sorry that I am deceived in him.
\nExeunt<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

SCENE II. A room in the castle.<\/h3>\n

Enter OTHELLO and EMILIA<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>You have seen nothing then?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>EMILIA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Nor ever heard, nor ever did suspect.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Yes, you have seen Cassio and she together.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>EMILIA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>But then I saw no harm, and then I heard
\n<\/a>Each syllable that breath made up between them.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>What, did they never whisper?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>EMILIA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Never, my lord.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Nor send you out o’ the way?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>EMILIA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Never.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>To fetch her fan, her gloves, her mask, nor nothing?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>EMILIA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Never, my lord.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>That’s strange.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>EMILIA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>I durst, my lord, to wager she is honest,
\n<\/a>Lay down my soul at stake: if you think other,
\n<\/a>Remove your thought; it doth abuse your bosom.
\n<\/a>If any wretch have put this in your head,
\n<\/a>Let heaven requite it with the serpent’s curse!
\n<\/a>For, if she be not honest, chaste, and true,
\n<\/a>There’s no man happy; the purest of their wives
\n<\/a>Is foul as slander.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Bid her come hither: go.
\nExit EMILIA<\/i><\/p>\n

<\/a>She says enough; yet she’s a simple bawd
\n<\/a>That cannot say as much. This is a subtle whore,
\n<\/a>A closet lock and key of villanous secrets
\n<\/a>And yet she’ll kneel and pray; I have seen her do’t.
\nEnter DESDEMONA with EMILIA<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>My lord, what is your will?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Pray, chuck, come hither.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>What is your pleasure?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Let me see your eyes;
\n<\/a>Look in my face.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a> What horrible fancy’s this?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>[To EMILIA] Some of your function, mistress;
\n<\/a>Leave procreants alone and shut the door;
\n<\/a>Cough, or cry ‘hem,’ if any body come:
\n<\/a>Your mystery, your mystery: nay, dispatch.
\nExit EMILIA<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Upon my knees, what doth your speech import?
\n<\/a>I understand a fury in your words.
\n<\/a>But not the words.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Why, what art thou?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Your wife, my lord; your true
\n<\/a>And loyal wife.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a> Come, swear it, damn thyself
\n<\/a>Lest, being like one of heaven, the devils themselves
\n<\/a>Should fear to seize thee: therefore be double damn’d:
\n<\/a>Swear thou art honest.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Heaven doth truly know it.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Heaven truly knows that thou art false as hell.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>To whom, my lord? with whom? how am I false?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>O Desdemona! away! away! away!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Alas the heavy day! Why do you weep?
\n<\/a>Am I the motive of these tears, my lord?
\n<\/a>If haply you my father do suspect
\n<\/a>An instrument of this your calling back,
\n<\/a>Lay not your blame on me: If you have lost him,
\n<\/a>Why, I have lost him too.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Had it pleased heaven
\n<\/a>To try me with affliction; had they rain’d
\n<\/a>All kinds of sores and shames on my bare head.
\n<\/a>Steep’d me in poverty to the very lips,
\n<\/a>Given to captivity me and my utmost hopes,
\n<\/a>I should have found in some place of my soul
\n<\/a>A drop of patience: but, alas, to make me
\n<\/a>A fixed figure for the time of scorn
\n<\/a>To point his slow unmoving finger at!
\n<\/a>Yet could I bear that too; well, very well:
\n<\/a>But there, where I have garner’d up my heart,
\n<\/a>Where either I must live, or bear no life;
\n<\/a>The fountain from the which my current runs,
\n<\/a>Or else dries up; to be discarded thence!
\n<\/a>Or keep it as a cistern for foul toads
\n<\/a>To knot and gender in! Turn thy complexion there,
\n<\/a>Patience, thou young and rose-lipp’d cherubin,–
\n<\/a>Ay, there, look grim as hell!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>I hope my noble lord esteems me honest.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>O, ay; as summer flies are in the shambles,
\n<\/a>That quicken even with blowing. O thou weed,
\n<\/a>Who art so lovely fair and smell’st so sweet
\n<\/a>That the sense aches at thee, would thou hadst
\n<\/a>ne’er been born!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Alas, what ignorant sin have I committed?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Was this fair paper, this most goodly book,
\n<\/a>Made to write ‘whore’ upon? What committed!
\n<\/a>Committed! O thou public commoner!
\n<\/a>I should make very forges of my cheeks,
\n<\/a>That would to cinders burn up modesty,
\n<\/a>Did I but speak thy deeds. What committed!
\n<\/a>Heaven stops the nose at it and the moon winks,
\n<\/a>The bawdy wind that kisses all it meets
\n<\/a>Is hush’d within the hollow mine of earth,
\n<\/a>And will not hear it. What committed!
\n<\/a>Impudent strumpet!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a> By heaven, you do me wrong.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Are you not a strumpet?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>No, as I am a Christian:
\n<\/a>If to preserve this vessel for my lord
\n<\/a>From any other foul unlawful touch
\n<\/a>Be not to be a strumpet, I am none.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>What, not a whore?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a> No, as I shall be saved.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Is’t possible?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a> O, heaven forgive us!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>I cry you mercy, then:
\n<\/a>I took you for that cunning whore of Venice
\n<\/a>That married with Othello.
\nRaising his voice<\/i><\/p>\n

<\/a>You, mistress,
\n<\/a>That have the office opposite to Saint Peter,
\n<\/a>And keep the gate of hell!
\nRe-enter EMILIA<\/i><\/p>\n

<\/a>You, you, ay, you!
\n<\/a>We have done our course; there’s money for your pains:
\n<\/a>I pray you, turn the key and keep our counsel.
\nExit<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>EMILIA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Alas, what does this gentleman conceive?
\n<\/a>How do you, madam? how do you, my good lady?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>‘Faith, half asleep.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>EMILIA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Good madam, what’s the matter with my lord?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>With who?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>EMILIA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Why, with my lord, madam.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Who is thy lord?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>EMILIA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a> He that is yours, sweet lady.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>I have none: do not talk to me, Emilia;
\n<\/a>I cannot weep; nor answer have I none,
\n<\/a>But what should go by water. Prithee, tonight
\n<\/a>Lay on my bed my wedding sheets: remember;
\n<\/a>And call thy husband hither.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>EMILIA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Here’s a change indeed!
\nExit<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>‘Tis meet I should be used so, very meet.
\n<\/a>How have I been behaved, that he might stick
\n<\/a>The small’st opinion on my least misuse?
\nRe-enter EMILIA with IAGO<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>What is your pleasure, madam?
\n<\/a>How is’t with you?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>I cannot tell. Those that do teach young babes
\n<\/a>Do it with gentle means and easy tasks:
\n<\/a>He might have chid me so; for, in good faith,
\n<\/a>I am a child to chiding.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>What’s the matter, lady?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>EMILIA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Alas, Iago, my lord hath so bewhored her.
\n<\/a>Thrown such despite and heavy terms upon her,
\n<\/a>As true hearts cannot bear.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Am I that name, Iago?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>What name, fair lady?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Such as she says my lord did say I was.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>EMILIA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>He call’d her whore: a beggar in his drink
\n<\/a>Could not have laid such terms upon his callat.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Why did he so?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>I do not know; I am sure I am none such.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Do not weep, do not weep. Alas the day!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>EMILIA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Hath she forsook so many noble matches,
\n<\/a>Her father and her country and her friends,
\n<\/a>To be call’d whore? would it not make one weep?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>It is my wretched fortune.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Beshrew him for’t!
\n<\/a>How comes this trick upon him?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Nay, heaven doth know.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>EMILIA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>I will be hang’d, if some eternal villain,
\n<\/a>Some busy and insinuating rogue,
\n<\/a>Some cogging, cozening slave, to get some office,
\n<\/a>Have not devised this slander; I’ll be hang’d else.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Fie, there is no such man; it is impossible.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>If any such there be, heaven pardon him!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>EMILIA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>A halter pardon him! and hell gnaw his bones!
\n<\/a>Why should he call her whore? who keeps her company?
\n<\/a>What place? what time? what form? what likelihood?
\n<\/a>The Moor’s abused by some most villanous knave,
\n<\/a>Some base notorious knave, some scurvy fellow.
\n<\/a>O heaven, that such companions thou’ldst unfold,
\n<\/a>And put in every honest hand a whip
\n<\/a>To lash the rascals naked through the world
\n<\/a>Even from the east to the west!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Speak within door.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>EMILIA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>O, fie upon them! Some such squire he was
\n<\/a>That turn’d your wit the seamy side without,
\n<\/a>And made you to suspect me with the Moor.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>You are a fool; go to.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>O good Iago,
\n<\/a>What shall I do to win my lord again?
\n<\/a>Good friend, go to him; for, by this light of heaven,
\n<\/a>I know not how I lost him. Here I kneel:
\n<\/a>If e’er my will did trespass ‘gainst his love,
\n<\/a>Either in discourse of thought or actual deed,
\n<\/a>Or that mine eyes, mine ears, or any sense,
\n<\/a>Delighted them in any other form;
\n<\/a>Or that I do not yet, and ever did.
\n<\/a>And ever will–though he do shake me off
\n<\/a>To beggarly divorcement–love him dearly,
\n<\/a>Comfort forswear me! Unkindness may do much;
\n<\/a>And his unkindness may defeat my life,
\n<\/a>But never taint my love. I cannot say ‘whore:’
\n<\/a>It does abhor me now I speak the word;
\n<\/a>To do the act that might the addition earn
\n<\/a>Not the world’s mass of vanity could make me.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>I pray you, be content; ’tis but his humour:
\n<\/a>The business of the state does him offence,
\n<\/a>And he does chide with you.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>If ’twere no other–<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>‘Tis but so, I warrant.
\nTrumpets within<\/i><\/p>\n

<\/a>Hark, how these instruments summon to supper!
\n<\/a>The messengers of Venice stay the meat;
\n<\/a>Go in, and weep not; all things shall be well.
\nExeunt DESDEMONA and EMILIA<\/i><\/p>\n

Enter RODERIGO<\/i><\/p>\n

<\/a>How now, Roderigo!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>RODERIGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>I do not find that thou dealest justly with me.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>What in the contrary?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>RODERIGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Every day thou daffest me with some device, Iago;
\n<\/a>and rather, as it seems to me now, keepest from me
\n<\/a>all conveniency than suppliest me with the least
\n<\/a>advantage of hope. I will indeed no longer endure
\n<\/a>it, nor am I yet persuaded to put up in peace what
\n<\/a>already I have foolishly suffered.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Will you hear me, Roderigo?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>RODERIGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>‘Faith, I have heard too much, for your words and
\n<\/a>performances are no kin together.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>You charge me most unjustly.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>RODERIGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>With nought but truth. I have wasted myself out of
\n<\/a>my means. The jewels you have had from me to
\n<\/a>deliver to Desdemona would half have corrupted a
\n<\/a>votarist: you have told me she hath received them
\n<\/a>and returned me expectations and comforts of sudden
\n<\/a>respect and acquaintance, but I find none.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Well; go to; very well.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>RODERIGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Very well! go to! I cannot go to, man; nor ’tis
\n<\/a>not very well: nay, I think it is scurvy, and begin
\n<\/a>to find myself fobbed in it.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Very well.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>RODERIGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>I tell you ’tis not very well. I will make myself
\n<\/a>known to Desdemona: if she will return me my
\n<\/a>jewels, I will give over my suit and repent my
\n<\/a>unlawful solicitation; if not, assure yourself I
\n<\/a>will seek satisfaction of you.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>You have said now.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>RODERIGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Ay, and said nothing but what I protest intendment of doing.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Why, now I see there’s mettle in thee, and even from
\n<\/a>this instant to build on thee a better opinion than
\n<\/a>ever before. Give me thy hand, Roderigo: thou hast
\n<\/a>taken against me a most just exception; but yet, I
\n<\/a>protest, I have dealt most directly in thy affair.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>RODERIGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>It hath not appeared.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>I grant indeed it hath not appeared, and your
\n<\/a>suspicion is not without wit and judgment. But,
\n<\/a>Roderigo, if thou hast that in thee indeed, which I
\n<\/a>have greater reason to believe now than ever, I mean
\n<\/a>purpose, courage and valour, this night show it: if
\n<\/a>thou the next night following enjoy not Desdemona,
\n<\/a>take me from this world with treachery and devise
\n<\/a>engines for my life.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>RODERIGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Well, what is it? is it within reason and compass?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Sir, there is especial commission come from Venice
\n<\/a>to depute Cassio in Othello’s place.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>RODERIGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Is that true? why, then Othello and Desdemona
\n<\/a>return again to Venice.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>O, no; he goes into Mauritania and takes away with
\n<\/a>him the fair Desdemona, unless his abode be
\n<\/a>lingered here by some accident: wherein none can be
\n<\/a>so determinate as the removing of Cassio.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>RODERIGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>How do you mean, removing of him?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Why, by making him uncapable of Othello’s place;
\n<\/a>knocking out his brains.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>RODERIGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>And that you would have me to do?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Ay, if you dare do yourself a profit and a right.
\n<\/a>He sups to-night with a harlotry, and thither will I
\n<\/a>go to him: he knows not yet of his horrorable
\n<\/a>fortune. If you will watch his going thence, which
\n<\/a>I will fashion to fall out between twelve and one,
\n<\/a>you may take him at your pleasure: I will be near
\n<\/a>to second your attempt, and he shall fall between
\n<\/a>us. Come, stand not amazed at it, but go along with
\n<\/a>me; I will show you such a necessity in his death
\n<\/a>that you shall think yourself bound to put it on
\n<\/a>him. It is now high suppertime, and the night grows
\n<\/a>to waste: about it.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>RODERIGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>I will hear further reason for this.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>And you shall be satisfied.
\nExeunt<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

SCENE III. Another room In the castle.<\/h3>\n

Enter OTHELLO, LODOVICO, DESDEMONA, EMILIA and Attendants<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>LODOVICO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>I do beseech you, sir, trouble yourself no further.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>O, pardon me: ’twill do me good to walk.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>LODOVICO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Madam, good night; I humbly thank your ladyship.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Your honour is most welcome.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Will you walk, sir?
\n<\/a>O,–Desdemona,–<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>My lord?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Get you to bed on the instant; I will be returned
\n<\/a>forthwith: dismiss your attendant there: look it be done.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>I will, my lord.
\nExeunt OTHELLO, LODOVICO, and Attendants<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>EMILIA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>How goes it now? he looks gentler than he did.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>He says he will return incontinent:
\n<\/a>He hath commanded me to go to bed,
\n<\/a>And bade me to dismiss you.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>EMILIA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Dismiss me!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>It was his bidding: therefore, good Emilia,.
\n<\/a>Give me my nightly wearing, and adieu:
\n<\/a>We must not now displease him.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>EMILIA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>I would you had never seen him!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>So would not I my love doth so approve him,
\n<\/a>That even his stubbornness, his cheques, his frowns–
\n<\/a>Prithee, unpin me,–have grace and favour in them.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>EMILIA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>I have laid those sheets you bade me on the bed.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>All’s one. Good faith, how foolish are our minds!
\n<\/a>If I do die before thee prithee, shroud me
\n<\/a>In one of those same sheets.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>EMILIA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Come, come you talk.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>My mother had a maid call’d Barbara:
\n<\/a>She was in love, and he she loved proved mad
\n<\/a>And did forsake her: she had a song of ‘willow;’
\n<\/a>An old thing ’twas, but it express’d her fortune,
\n<\/a>And she died singing it: that song to-night
\n<\/a>Will not go from my mind; I have much to do,
\n<\/a>But to go hang my head all at one side,
\n<\/a>And sing it like poor Barbara. Prithee, dispatch.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>EMILIA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Shall I go fetch your night-gown?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>No, unpin me here.
\n<\/a>This Lodovico is a proper man.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>EMILIA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>A very handsome man.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>He speaks well.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>EMILIA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>I know a lady in Venice would have walked barefoot
\n<\/a>to Palestine for a touch of his nether lip.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>[Singing] The poor soul sat sighing by a sycamore tree,
\n<\/a>Sing all a green willow:
\n<\/a>Her hand on her bosom, her head on her knee,
\n<\/a>Sing willow, willow, willow:
\n<\/a>The fresh streams ran by her, and murmur’d her moans;
\n<\/a>Sing willow, willow, willow;
\n<\/a>Her salt tears fell from her, and soften’d the stones;
\n<\/a>Lay by these:–
\nSinging<\/i><\/p>\n

<\/a>Sing willow, willow, willow;
\n<\/a>Prithee, hie thee; he’ll come anon:–
\nSinging<\/i><\/p>\n

<\/a>Sing all a green willow must be my garland.
\n<\/a>Let nobody blame him; his scorn I approve,-
\n<\/a>Nay, that’s not next.–Hark! who is’t that knocks?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>EMILIA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>It’s the wind.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>[Singing] I call’d my love false love; but what
\n<\/a>said he then?
\n<\/a>Sing willow, willow, willow:
\n<\/a>If I court moe women, you’ll couch with moe men!
\n<\/a>So, get thee gone; good night Ate eyes do itch;
\n<\/a>Doth that bode weeping?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>EMILIA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>‘Tis neither here nor there.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>I have heard it said so. O, these men, these men!
\n<\/a>Dost thou in conscience think,–tell me, Emilia,–
\n<\/a>That there be women do abuse their husbands
\n<\/a>In such gross kind?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>EMILIA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>There be some such, no question.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Wouldst thou do such a deed for all the world?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>EMILIA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Why, would not you?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>No, by this heavenly light!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>EMILIA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Nor I neither by this heavenly light;
\n<\/a>I might do’t as well i’ the dark.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Wouldst thou do such a deed for all the world?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>EMILIA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>The world’s a huge thing: it is a great price.
\n<\/a>For a small vice.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>In troth, I think thou wouldst not.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>EMILIA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>In troth, I think I should; and undo’t when I had
\n<\/a>done. Marry, I would not do such a thing for a
\n<\/a>joint-ring, nor for measures of lawn, nor for
\n<\/a>gowns, petticoats, nor caps, nor any petty
\n<\/a>exhibition; but for the whole world,–why, who would
\n<\/a>not make her husband a cuckold to make him a
\n<\/a>monarch? I should venture purgatory for’t.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Beshrew me, if I would do such a wrong
\n<\/a>For the whole world.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>EMILIA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Why the wrong is but a wrong i’ the world: and
\n<\/a>having the world for your labour, tis a wrong in your
\n<\/a>own world, and you might quickly make it right.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>I do not think there is any such woman.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>EMILIA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Yes, a dozen; and as many to the vantage as would
\n<\/a>store the world they played for.
\n<\/a>But I do think it is their husbands’ faults
\n<\/a>If wives do fall: say that they slack their duties,
\n<\/a>And pour our treasures into foreign laps,
\n<\/a>Or else break out in peevish jealousies,
\n<\/a>Throwing restraint upon us; or say they strike us,
\n<\/a>Or scant our former having in despite;
\n<\/a>Why, we have galls, and though we have some grace,
\n<\/a>Yet have we some revenge. Let husbands know
\n<\/a>Their wives have sense like them: they see and smell
\n<\/a>And have their palates both for sweet and sour,
\n<\/a>As husbands have. What is it that they do
\n<\/a>When they change us for others? Is it sport?
\n<\/a>I think it is: and doth affection breed it?
\n<\/a>I think it doth: is’t frailty that thus errs?
\n<\/a>It is so too: and have not we affections,
\n<\/a>Desires for sport, and frailty, as men have?
\n<\/a>Then let them use us well: else let them know,
\n<\/a>The ills we do, their ills instruct us so.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Good night, good night: heaven me such uses send,
\n<\/a>Not to pick bad from bad, but by bad mend!
\nExeunt<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

ACT V<\/h3>\n

SCENE I. Cyprus. A street.<\/h3>\n

Enter IAGO and RODERIGO<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Here, stand behind this bulk; straight will he come:
\n<\/a>Wear thy good rapier bare, and put it home:
\n<\/a>Quick, quick; fear nothing; I’ll be at thy elbow:
\n<\/a>It makes us, or it mars us; think on that,
\n<\/a>And fix most firm thy resolution.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>RODERIGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Be near at hand; I may miscarry in’t.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Here, at thy hand: be bold, and take thy stand.
\nRetires<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>RODERIGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>I have no great devotion to the deed;
\n<\/a>And yet he hath given me satisfying reasons:
\n<\/a>‘Tis but a man gone. Forth, my sword: he dies.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>I have rubb’d this young quat almost to the sense,
\n<\/a>And he grows angry. Now, whether he kill Cassio,
\n<\/a>Or Cassio him, or each do kill the other,
\n<\/a>Every way makes my gain: live Roderigo,
\n<\/a>He calls me to a restitution large
\n<\/a>Of gold and jewels that I bobb’d from him,
\n<\/a>As gifts to Desdemona;
\n<\/a>It must not be: if Cassio do remain,
\n<\/a>He hath a daily beauty in his life
\n<\/a>That makes me ugly; and, besides, the Moor
\n<\/a>May unfold me to him; there stand I in much peril:
\n<\/a>No, he must die. But so: I hear him coming.
\nEnter CASSIO<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>RODERIGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>I know his gait, ’tis he.–Villain, thou diest!
\nMakes a pass at CASSIO<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>CASSIO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>That thrust had been mine enemy indeed,
\n<\/a>But that my coat is better than thou know’st
\n<\/a>I will make proof of thine.
\nDraws, and wounds RODERIGO<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>RODERIGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>O, I am slain!
\nIAGO from behind wounds CASSIO in the leg, and exit<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>CASSIO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>I am maim’d for ever. Help, ho! murder! murder!
\nFalls<\/i><\/p>\n

Enter OTHELLO<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>The voice of Cassio: Iago keeps his word.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>RODERIGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>O, villain that I am!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>It is even so.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>CASSIO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>O, help, ho! light! a surgeon!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>‘Tis he:–O brave Iago, honest and just,
\n<\/a>That hast such noble sense of thy friend’s wrong!
\n<\/a>Thou teachest me. Minion, your dear lies dead,
\n<\/a>And your unblest fate hies: strumpet, I come.
\n<\/a>Forth of my heart those charms, thine eyes, are blotted;
\n<\/a>Thy bed, lust-stain’d, shall with lust’s blood be spotted.
\nExit<\/i><\/p>\n

Enter LODOVICO and GRATIANO<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>CASSIO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>What, ho! no watch? no passage? murder! murder!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>GRATIANO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>‘Tis some mischance; the cry is very direful.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>CASSIO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>O, help!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>LODOVICO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Hark!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>RODERIGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>O wretched villain!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>LODOVICO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Two or three groan: it is a heavy night:
\n<\/a>These may be counterfeits: let’s think’t unsafe
\n<\/a>To come in to the cry without more help.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>RODERIGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Nobody come? then shall I bleed to death.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>LODOVICO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Hark!
\nRe-enter IAGO, with a light<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>GRATIANO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Here’s one comes in his shirt, with light and weapons.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Who’s there? whose noise is this that ones on murder?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>LODOVICO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>We do not know.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a> Did not you hear a cry?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>CASSIO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Here, here! for heaven’s sake, help me!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>What’s the matter?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>GRATIANO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>This is Othello’s ancient, as I take it.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>LODOVICO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>The same indeed; a very valiant fellow.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>What are you here that cry so grievously?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>CASSIO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Iago? O, I am spoil’d, undone by villains!
\n<\/a>Give me some help.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>O me, lieutenant! what villains have done this?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>CASSIO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>I think that one of them is hereabout,
\n<\/a>And cannot make away.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>O treacherous villains!
\n<\/a>What are you there? come in, and give some help.
\nTo LODOVICO and GRATIANO<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>RODERIGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>O, help me here!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>CASSIO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>That’s one of them.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>O murderous slave! O villain!
\nStabs RODERIGO<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>RODERIGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>O damn’d Iago! O inhuman dog!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Kill men i’ the dark!–Where be these bloody thieves?–
\n<\/a>How silent is this town!–Ho! murder! murder!–
\n<\/a>What may you be? are you of good or evil?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>LODOVICO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>As you shall prove us, praise us.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Signior Lodovico?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>LODOVICO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>He, sir.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>I cry you mercy. Here’s Cassio hurt by villains.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>GRATIANO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Cassio!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>How is’t, brother!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>CASSIO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>My leg is cut in two.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Marry, heaven forbid!
\n<\/a>Light, gentlemen; I’ll bind it with my shirt.
\nEnter BIANCA<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>BIANCA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>What is the matter, ho? who is’t that cried?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Who is’t that cried!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>BIANCA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>O my dear Cassio! my sweet Cassio! O Cassio,
\n<\/a>Cassio, Cassio!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>O notable strumpet! Cassio, may you suspect
\n<\/a>Who they should be that have thus many led you?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>CASSIO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>No.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>GRATIANO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>I am to find you thus: I have been to seek you.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Lend me a garter. So. O, for a chair,
\n<\/a>To bear him easily hence!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>BIANCA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Alas, he faints! O Cassio, Cassio, Cassio!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Gentlemen all, I do suspect this trash
\n<\/a>To be a party in this injury.
\n<\/a>Patience awhile, good Cassio. Come, come;
\n<\/a>Lend me a light. Know we this face or no?
\n<\/a>Alas my friend and my dear countryman
\n<\/a>Roderigo! no:–yes, sure: O heaven! Roderigo.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>GRATIANO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>What, of Venice?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Even he, sir; did you know him?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>GRATIANO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Know him! ay.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Signior Gratiano? I cry you gentle pardon;
\n<\/a>These bloody accidents must excuse my manners,
\n<\/a>That so neglected you.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>GRATIANO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>I am glad to see you.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>How do you, Cassio? O, a chair, a chair!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>GRATIANO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Roderigo!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>He, he ’tis he.
\nA chair brought in<\/i><\/p>\n

<\/a>O, that’s well said; the chair!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>GRATIANO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Some good man bear him carefully from hence;
\n<\/a>I’ll fetch the general’s surgeon.
\nTo BIANCA<\/i><\/p>\n

<\/a>For you, mistress,
\n<\/a>Save you your labour. He that lies slain
\n<\/a>here, Cassio,
\n<\/a>Was my dear friend: what malice was between you?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>CASSIO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>None in the world; nor do I know the man.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>[To BIANCA] What, look you pale? O, bear him out
\n<\/a>o’ the air.
\nCASSIO and RODERIGO are borne off<\/i><\/p>\n

<\/a>Stay you, good gentlemen. Look you pale, mistress?
\n<\/a>Do you perceive the gastness of her eye?
\n<\/a>Nay, if you stare, we shall hear more anon.
\n<\/a>Behold her well; I pray you, look upon her:
\n<\/a>Do you see, gentlemen? nay, guiltiness will speak,
\n<\/a>Though tongues were out of use.
\nEnter EMILIA<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>EMILIA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>‘Las, what’s the matter? what’s the matter, husband?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Cassio hath here been set on in the dark
\n<\/a>By Roderigo and fellows that are scaped:
\n<\/a>He’s almost slain, and Roderigo dead.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>EMILIA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Alas, good gentleman! alas, good Cassio!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>This is the fruit of whoring. Prithee, Emilia,
\n<\/a>Go know of Cassio where he supp’d to-night.
\nTo BIANCA<\/i><\/p>\n

<\/a>What, do you shake at that?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>BIANCA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>He supp’d at my house; but I therefore shake not.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>O, did he so? I charge you, go with me.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>EMILIA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Fie, fie upon thee, strumpet!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>BIANCA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>I am no strumpet; but of life as honest
\n<\/a>As you that thus abuse me.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>EMILIA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>As I! foh! fie upon thee!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Kind gentlemen, let’s go see poor Cassio dress’d.
\n<\/a>Come, mistress, you must tell’s another tale.
\n<\/a>Emilia run you to the citadel,
\n<\/a>And tell my lord and lady what hath happ’d.
\n<\/a>Will you go on? I pray.
\nAside<\/i><\/p>\n

<\/a>This is the night
\n<\/a>That either makes me or fordoes me quite.
\nExeunt<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

SCENE II. A bedchamber in the castle: DESDEMONA in bed asleep;<\/h3>\n

<\/a>a light burning.
\nEnter OTHELLO<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>It is the cause, it is the cause, my soul,–
\n<\/a>Let me not name it to you, you chaste stars!–
\n<\/a>It is the cause. Yet I’ll not shed her blood;
\n<\/a>Nor scar that whiter skin of hers than snow,
\n<\/a>And smooth as monumental alabaster.
\n<\/a>Yet she must die, else she’ll betray more men.
\n<\/a>Put out the light, and then put out the light:
\n<\/a>If I quench thee, thou flaming minister,
\n<\/a>I can again thy former light restore,
\n<\/a>Should I repent me: but once put out thy light,
\n<\/a>Thou cunning’st pattern of excelling nature,
\n<\/a>I know not where is that Promethean heat
\n<\/a>That can thy light relume. When I have pluck’d the rose,
\n<\/a>I cannot give it vital growth again.
\n<\/a>It must needs wither: I’ll smell it on the tree.
\nKissing her<\/i><\/p>\n

<\/a>Ah balmy breath, that dost almost persuade
\n<\/a>Justice to break her sword! One more, one more.
\n<\/a>Be thus when thou art dead, and I will kill thee,
\n<\/a>And love thee after. One more, and this the last:
\n<\/a>So sweet was ne’er so fatal. I must weep,
\n<\/a>But they are cruel tears: this sorrow’s heavenly;
\n<\/a>It strikes where it doth love. She wakes.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Who’s there? Othello?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Ay. Desdemona.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Will you come to bed, my lord?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Have you pray’d to-night, Desdemona?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Ay, my lord.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>If you bethink yourself of any crime
\n<\/a>Unreconciled as yet to heaven and grace,
\n<\/a>Solicit for it straight.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Alas, my lord, what do you mean by that?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Well, do it, and be brief; I will walk by:
\n<\/a>I would not kill thy unprepared spirit;
\n<\/a>No; heaven forfend! I would not kill thy soul.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Talk you of killing?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Ay, I do.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Then heaven
\n<\/a>Have mercy on me!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a> Amen, with all my heart!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>If you say so, I hope you will not kill me.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Hum!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>And yet I fear you; for you are fatal then
\n<\/a>When your eyes roll so: why I should fear I know not,
\n<\/a>Since guiltiness I know not; but yet I feel I fear.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Think on thy sins.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a> They are loves I bear to you.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Ay, and for that thou diest.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>That death’s unnatural that kills for loving.
\n<\/a>Alas, why gnaw you so your nether lip?
\n<\/a>Some bloody passion shakes your very frame:
\n<\/a>These are portents; but yet I hope, I hope,
\n<\/a>They do not point on me.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Peace, and be still!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>I will so. What’s the matter?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>That handkerchief which I so loved and gave thee
\n<\/a>Thou gavest to Cassio.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>No, by my life and soul!
\n<\/a>Send for the man, and ask him.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Sweet soul, take heed,
\n<\/a>Take heed of perjury; thou art on thy deathbed.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Ay, but not yet to die.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Yes, presently:
\n<\/a>Therefore confess thee freely of thy sin;
\n<\/a>For to deny each article with oath
\n<\/a>Cannot remove nor choke the strong conception
\n<\/a>That I do groan withal. Thou art to die.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Then Lord have mercy on me!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>I say, amen.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>And have you mercy too! I never did
\n<\/a>Offend you in my life; never loved Cassio
\n<\/a>But with such general warranty of heaven
\n<\/a>As I might love: I never gave him token.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>By heaven, I saw my handkerchief in’s hand.
\n<\/a>O perjured woman! thou dost stone my heart,
\n<\/a>And makest me call what I intend to do
\n<\/a>A murder, which I thought a sacrifice:
\n<\/a>I saw the handkerchief.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>He found it then;
\n<\/a>I never gave it him: send for him hither;
\n<\/a>Let him confess a truth.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>He hath confess’d.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>What, my lord?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>That he hath used thee.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>How? unlawfully?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Ay.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>He will not say so.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>No, his mouth is stopp’d;
\n<\/a>Honest Iago hath ta’en order for’t.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>O! my fear interprets: what, is he dead?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Had all his hairs been lives, my great revenge
\n<\/a>Had stomach for them all.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Alas! he is betray’d and I undone.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Out, strumpet! weep’st thou for him to my face?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>O, banish me, my lord, but kill me not!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Down, strumpet!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Kill me to-morrow: let me live to-night!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Nay, if you strive–<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>But half an hour!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a> Being done, there is no pause.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>But while I say one prayer!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>It is too late.
\nHe stifles her<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>EMILIA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>[Within] My lord , my lord! what, ho! my lord, my lord!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>What noise is this? Not dead? not yet quite dead?
\n<\/a>I that am cruel am yet merciful;
\n<\/a>I would not have thee linger in thy pain: So, so.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>EMILIA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>[Within] What, ho! my lord, my lord!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Who’s there?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>EMILIA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>[Within] O, good my lord, I would speak a word with you!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Yes: ’tis Emilia. By and by. She’s dead.
\n<\/a>‘Tis like she comes to speak of Cassio’s death.–
\n<\/a>The noise was here. Ha! no more moving?
\n<\/a>Still as the grave.. Shall she come in? were’t good?–
\n<\/a>I think she stirs again:–no. What’s best to do?
\n<\/a>If she come in, she’ll sure speak to my wife:
\n<\/a>My wife! my wife! what wife? I have no wife.
\n<\/a>O insupportable! O heavy hour!
\n<\/a>Methinks it should be now a huge eclipse
\n<\/a>Of sun and moon, and that the affrighted globe
\n<\/a>Should yawn at alteration.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>EMILIA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>[Within] I do beseech you
\n<\/a>That I may speak with you, O, good my lord!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>I had forgot thee: O, come in, Emilia;
\n<\/a>Soft; by and by. Let me the curtains draw.
\n<\/a>Where art thou?
\nUnlocks the door<\/i><\/p>\n

Enter EMILIA<\/i><\/p>\n

<\/a>What’s the matter with thee now?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>EMILIA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>O, my good lord, yonder’s foul murders done!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>What, now?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>EMILIA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>But now, my lord.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>It is the very error of the moon;
\n<\/a>She comes more nearer earth than she was wont,
\n<\/a>And makes men mad.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>EMILIA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Cassio, my lord, hath kill’d a young Venetian
\n<\/a>Call’d Roderigo.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a> Roderigo kill’d!
\n<\/a>And Cassio kill’d!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>EMILIA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>No, Cassio is not kill’d.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Not Cassio kill’d! then murder’s out of tune,
\n<\/a>And sweet revenge grows harsh.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>O, falsely, falsely murder’d!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>EMILIA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Alas, what cry is that?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>That! what?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>EMILIA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Out, and alas! that was my lady’s voice.
\n<\/a>Help! help, ho! help! O lady, speak again!
\n<\/a>Sweet Desdemona! O sweet mistress, speak!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>A guiltless death I die.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>EMILIA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>O, who hath done this deed?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>DESDEMONA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Nobody; I myself. Farewell
\n<\/a>Commend me to my kind lord: O, farewell!
\nDies<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Why, how should she be murder’d?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>EMILIA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Alas, who knows?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>You heard her say herself, it was not I.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>EMILIA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>She said so: I must needs report the truth.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>She’s, like a liar, gone to burning hell:
\n<\/a>‘Twas I that kill’d her.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>EMILIA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>O, the more angel she,
\n<\/a>And you the blacker devil!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>She turn’d to folly, and she was a whore.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>EMILIA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Thou dost belie her, and thou art a devil.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>She was false as water.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>EMILIA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Thou art rash as fire, to say
\n<\/a>That she was false: O, she was heavenly true!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Cassio did top her; ask thy husband else.
\n<\/a>O, I were damn’d beneath all depth in hell,
\n<\/a>But that I did proceed upon just grounds
\n<\/a>To this extremity. Thy husband knew it all.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>EMILIA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>My husband!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Thy husband.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>EMILIA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>That she was false to wedlock?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Ay, with Cassio. Nay, had she been true,
\n<\/a>If heaven would make me such another world
\n<\/a>Of one entire and Perfect chrysolite,
\n<\/a>I’ld not have sold her for it.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>EMILIA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>My husband!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a> Ay, ’twas he that told me first:
\n<\/a>An honest man he is, and hates the slime
\n<\/a>That sticks on filthy deeds.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>EMILIA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>My husband!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>What needs this iteration, woman? I say thy husband.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>EMILIA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>O mistress, villany hath made mocks with love,
\n<\/a>My husband say that she was false!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>He, woman;
\n<\/a>I say thy husband: dost understand the word?
\n<\/a>My friend, thy husband, honest, honest Iago.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>EMILIA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>If he say so, may his pernicious soul
\n<\/a>Rot half a grain a day! he lies to the heart:
\n<\/a>She was too fond of her most filthy bargain.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Ha!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>EMILIA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Do thy worst:
\n<\/a>This deed of thine is no more worthy heaven
\n<\/a>Than thou wast worthy her.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Peace, you were best.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>EMILIA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Thou hast not half that power to do me harm
\n<\/a>As I have to be hurt. O gull! O dolt!
\n<\/a>As ignorant as dirt! thou hast done a deed–
\n<\/a>I care not for thy sword; I’ll make thee known,
\n<\/a>Though I lost twenty lives.–Help! help, ho! help!
\n<\/a>The Moor hath kill’d my mistress! Murder! murder!
\nEnter MONTANO, GRATIANO, IAGO, and others<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>MONTANO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>What is the matter? How now, general!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>EMILIA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>O, are you come, Iago? you have done well,
\n<\/a>That men must lay their murders on your neck.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>GRATIANO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>What is the matter?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>EMILIA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Disprove this villain, if thou be’st a man:
\n<\/a>He says thou told’st him that his wife was false:
\n<\/a>I know thou didst not, thou’rt not such a villain:
\n<\/a>Speak, for my heart is full.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>I told him what I thought, and told no more
\n<\/a>Than what he found himself was apt and true.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>EMILIA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>But did you ever tell him she was false?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>I did.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>EMILIA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>You told a lie, an odious, damned lie;
\n<\/a>Upon my soul, a lie, a wicked lie.
\n<\/a>She false with Cassio!–did you say with Cassio?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>With Cassio, mistress. Go to, charm your tongue.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>EMILIA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>I will not charm my tongue; I am bound to speak:
\n<\/a>My mistress here lies murder’d in her bed,–<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>All<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>O heavens forfend!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>EMILIA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>And your reports have set the murder on.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Nay, stare not, masters: it is true, indeed.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>GRATIANO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>‘Tis a strange truth.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>MONTANO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>O monstrous act!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>EMILIA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a> Villany, villany, villany!
\n<\/a>I think upon’t, I think: I smell’t: O villany!–
\n<\/a>I thought so then:–I’ll kill myself for grief:–
\n<\/a>O villany, villany!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>What, are you mad? I charge you, get you home.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>EMILIA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Good gentlemen, let me have leave to speak:
\n<\/a>‘Tis proper I obey him, but not now.
\n<\/a>Perchance, Iago, I will ne’er go home.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>O! O! O!
\nHe falls on the bed<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>EMILIA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a> Nay, lay thee down and roar;
\n<\/a>For thou hast kill’d the sweetest innocent
\n<\/a>That e’er did lift up eye.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>[Rising] O, she was foul!
\n<\/a>I scarce did know you, uncle: there lies your niece,
\n<\/a>Whose breath, indeed, these hands have newly stopp’d:
\n<\/a>I know this act shows horrible and grim.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>GRATIANO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Poor Desdemona! I am glad thy father’s dead:
\n<\/a>Thy match was mortal to him, and pure grief
\n<\/a>Shore his old thread in twain: did he live now,
\n<\/a>This sight would make him do a desperate turn,
\n<\/a>Yea, curse his better angel from his side,
\n<\/a>And fall to reprobation.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>‘Tis pitiful; but yet Iago knows
\n<\/a>That she with Cassio hath the act of shame
\n<\/a>A thousand times committed; Cassio confess’d it:
\n<\/a>And she did gratify his amorous works
\n<\/a>With that recognizance and pledge of love
\n<\/a>Which I first gave her; I saw it in his hand:
\n<\/a>It was a handkerchief, an antique token
\n<\/a>My father gave my mother.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>EMILIA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>O heaven! O heavenly powers!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Come, hold your peace.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>EMILIA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>‘Twill out, ’twill out: I peace!
\n<\/a>No, I will speak as liberal as the north:
\n<\/a>Let heaven and men and devils, let them all,
\n<\/a>All, all, cry shame against me, yet I’ll speak.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Be wise, and get you home.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>EMILIA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>I will not.
\nIAGO offers to stab EMILIA<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>GRATIANO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Fie!
\n<\/a>Your sword upon a woman?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>EMILIA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>O thou dull Moor! that handkerchief thou speak’st of
\n<\/a>I found by fortune and did give my husband;
\n<\/a>For often, with a solemn earnestness,
\n<\/a>More than indeed belong’d to such a trifle,
\n<\/a>He begg’d of me to steal it.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Villanous whore!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>EMILIA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>She give it Cassio! no, alas! I found it,
\n<\/a>And I did give’t my husband.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Filth, thou liest!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>EMILIA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>By heaven, I do not, I do not, gentlemen.
\n<\/a>O murderous coxcomb! what should such a fool
\n<\/a>Do with so good a woman?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Are there no stones in heaven
\n<\/a>But what serve for the thunder?–Precious villain!
\nHe runs at IAGO IAGO, from behind, stabs EMILIA, and exit<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>GRATIANO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>The woman falls; sure, he hath kill’d his wife.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>EMILIA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Ay, ay: O, lay me by my mistress’ side.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>GRATIANO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>He’s gone, but his wife’s kill’d.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>MONTANO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>‘Tis a notorious villain. Take you this weapon,
\n<\/a>Which I have here recover’d from the Moor:
\n<\/a>Come, guard the door without; let him not pass,
\n<\/a>But kill him rather. I’ll after that same villain,
\n<\/a>For ’tis a damned slave.
\nExeunt MONTANO and GRATIANO<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>I am not valiant neither,
\n<\/a>But ever puny whipster gets my sword:
\n<\/a>But why should honour outlive honesty?
\n<\/a>Let it go all.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>EMILIA<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>What did thy song bode, lady?
\n<\/a>Hark, canst thou hear me? I will play the swan.
\n<\/a>And die in music.
\nSinging<\/i><\/p>\n

<\/a>Willow, willow, willow,–
\n<\/a>Moor, she was chaste; she loved thee, cruel Moor;
\n<\/a>So come my soul to bliss, as I speak true;
\n<\/a>So speaking as I think, I die, I die.
\nDies<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>I have another weapon in this chamber;
\n<\/a>It is a sword of Spain, the ice-brook’s temper:–
\n<\/a>O, here it is. Uncle, I must come forth.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>GRATIANO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>[Within] If thou attempt it, it will cost thee dear:
\n<\/a>Thou hast no weapon, and perforce must suffer.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Look in upon me then and speak with me,
\n<\/a>Or, naked as I am, I will assault thee.
\nRe-enter GRATIANO<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>GRATIANO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>What is the matter?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Behold, I have a weapon;
\n<\/a>A better never did itself sustain
\n<\/a>Upon a soldier’s thigh: I have seen the day,
\n<\/a>That, with this little arm and this good sword,
\n<\/a>I have made my way through more impediments
\n<\/a>Than twenty times your stop: but, O vain boast!
\n<\/a>Who can control his fate? ’tis not so now.
\n<\/a>Be not afraid, though you do see me weapon’d;
\n<\/a>Here is my journey’s end, here is my butt,
\n<\/a>And very sea-mark of my utmost sail.
\n<\/a>Do you go back dismay’d? ’tis a lost fear;
\n<\/a>Man but a rush against Othello’s breast,
\n<\/a>And he retires. Where should Othello go?
\n<\/a>Now, how dost thou look now? O ill-starr’d wench!
\n<\/a>Pale as thy smock! when we shall meet at compt,
\n<\/a>This look of thine will hurl my soul from heaven,
\n<\/a>And fiends will snatch at it. Cold, cold, my girl!
\n<\/a>Even like thy chastity. O cursed slave!
\n<\/a>Whip me, ye devils,
\n<\/a>From the possession of this heavenly sight!
\n<\/a>Blow me about in winds! roast me in sulphur!
\n<\/a>Wash me in steep-down gulfs of liquid fire!
\n<\/a>O Desdemona! Desdemona! dead!
\n<\/a>Oh! Oh! Oh!
\nEnter LODOVICO. MONTANO, CASSIO carried in a chair, and Officers with IAGO, prisoner<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>LODOVICO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Where is this rash and most unfortunate man?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>That’s he that was Othello: here I am.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>LODOVICO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Where is that viper? bring the villain forth.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>I look down towards his feet; but that’s a fable.
\n<\/a>If that thou best a devil, I cannot kill thee.
\nWounds IAGO<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>LODOVICO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Wrench his sword from him.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>I bleed, sir; but not kill’d.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>I am not sorry neither: I’ld have thee live;
\n<\/a>For, in my sense, ’tis happiness to die.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>LODOVICO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>O thou Othello, thou wert once so good,
\n<\/a>Fall’n in the practise of a damned slave,
\n<\/a>What shall be said to thee?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Why, any thing:
\n<\/a>An honourable murderer, if you will;
\n<\/a>For nought I did in hate, but all in honour.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>LODOVICO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>This wretch hath part confess’d his villany:
\n<\/a>Did you and he consent in Cassio’s death?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Ay.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>CASSIO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Dear general, I never gave you cause.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>I do believe it, and I ask your pardon.
\n<\/a>Will you, I pray, demand that demi-devil
\n<\/a>Why he hath thus ensnared my soul and body?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>IAGO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Demand me nothing: what you know, you know:
\n<\/a>From this time forth I never will speak word.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>LODOVICO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>What, not to pray?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>GRATIANO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a> Torments will ope your lips.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Well, thou dost best.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>LODOVICO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Sir, you shall understand what hath befall’n,
\n<\/a>Which, as I think, you know not. Here is a letter
\n<\/a>Found in the pocket of the slain Roderigo;
\n<\/a>And here another: the one of them imports
\n<\/a>The death of Cassio to be undertook
\n<\/a>By Roderigo.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>O villain!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>CASSIO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Most heathenish and most gross!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>LODOVICO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Now here’s another discontented paper,
\n<\/a>Found in his pocket too; and this, it seems,
\n<\/a>Roderigo meant to have sent this damned villain;
\n<\/a>But that belike Iago in the interim
\n<\/a>Came in and satisfied him.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>O the pernicious caitiff!
\n<\/a>How came you, Cassio, by that handkerchief
\n<\/a>That was my wife’s?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>CASSIO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>I found it in my chamber:
\n<\/a>And he himself confess’d but even now
\n<\/a>That there he dropp’d it for a special purpose
\n<\/a>Which wrought to his desire.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>O fool! fool! fool!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>CASSIO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>There is besides in Roderigo’s letter,
\n<\/a>How he upbraids Iago, that he made him
\n<\/a>Brave me upon the watch; whereon it came
\n<\/a>That I was cast: and even but now he spake,
\n<\/a>After long seeming dead, Iago hurt him,
\n<\/a>Iago set him on.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>LODOVICO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>You must forsake this room, and go with us:
\n<\/a>Your power and your command is taken off,
\n<\/a>And Cassio rules in Cyprus. For this slave,
\n<\/a>If there be any cunning cruelty
\n<\/a>That can torment him much and hold him long,
\n<\/a>It shall be his. You shall close prisoner rest,
\n<\/a>Till that the nature of your fault be known
\n<\/a>To the Venetian state. Come, bring him away.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>Soft you; a word or two before you go.
\n<\/a>I have done the state some service, and they know’t.
\n<\/a>No more of that. I pray you, in your letters,
\n<\/a>When you shall these unlucky deeds relate,
\n<\/a>Speak of me as I am; nothing extenuate,
\n<\/a>Nor set down aught in malice: then must you speak
\n<\/a>Of one that loved not wisely but too well;
\n<\/a>Of one not easily jealous, but being wrought
\n<\/a>Perplex’d in the extreme; of one whose hand,
\n<\/a>Like the base Indian, threw a pearl away
\n<\/a>Richer than all his tribe; of one whose subdued eyes,
\n<\/a>Albeit unused to the melting mood,
\n<\/a>Drop tears as fast as the Arabian trees
\n<\/a>Their medicinal gum. Set you down this;
\n<\/a>And say besides, that in Aleppo once,
\n<\/a>Where a malignant and a turban’d Turk
\n<\/a>Beat a Venetian and traduced the state,
\n<\/a>I took by the throat the circumcised dog,
\n<\/a>And smote him, thus.
\nStabs himself<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>LODOVICO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>O bloody period!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>GRATIANO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a> All that’s spoke is marr’d.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>OTHELLO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>I kiss’d thee ere I kill’d thee: no way but this;
\n<\/a>Killing myself, to die upon a kiss.
\nFalls on the bed, and dies<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>CASSIO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>This did I fear, but thought he had no weapon;
\n<\/a>For he was great of heart.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

<\/a>LODOVICO<\/b><\/p>\n

<\/a>[To IAGO] O Spartan dog,
\n<\/a>More fell than anguish, hunger, or the sea!
\n<\/a>Look on the tragic loading of this bed;
\n<\/a>This is thy work: the object poisons sight;
\n<\/a>Let it be hid. Gratiano, keep the house,
\n<\/a>And seize upon the fortunes of the Moor,
\n<\/a>For they succeed on you. To you, lord governor,
\n<\/a>Remains the censure of this hellish villain;
\n<\/a>The time, the place, the torture: O, enforce it!
\n<\/a>Myself will straight aboard: and to the state
\n<\/a>This heavy act with heavy heart relate.
\nExeunt<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

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