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Horribly stuff'd with epithets of war;
And, in conclusion,
Nonsuits my mediators : for, "Certes,' says he,
'I have already chose my officer.'
And what was he?
Forsooth, a great arithmetician,
One Michael Cassio, a Florentine,
A fellow almost damn'd in a fair wife;
That never set a squadron in the field,
Nor the division of a battle knows
More than a spinster ; unless the bookish theoric,
Wherein the toged consuls can propose
As masterly as he: mere prattle, without practice,
Is all his soldiership. But he, sir, had the election :
And I, of whom his eyes had seen the proof
At Rhodes, at Cyprus and on other grounds
Christian and heathen, must be be-lee'd and calm'd
By debitor and creditor : this counter-caster,
He, in good time, must his lieutenant be,
And I-God bless the mark !-his Moorship's

Rod. By heaven, I rather would have been his

hangman. Iago. Why, there's no remedy; 'tis the curse

of service, Preferment goes by letter and affection, And not by old gradation, where each second Stood heir to the first. Now, sir, be judge yourself,

30 40

21. almost damn'd in a fair authority. wife. The most plausible inter

25. consuls, councillors. pretation is 'almost married' to Bianca; the .epithet indicating

31. counter - caster, i.e. either the disreputableness of

'arithmetician'; he has been this match or Iago's scorn for

in the accounts branch'; a marriage in general.

'pen-and-ink soldier.' L. 24. theoric, theory.

32. in good time, 'forsooth'; 25. toged, wearing the toga here ironical, like .à la bonne of civil (as distinct from military) heure.'

Whether I in any just term am affined
To love the Moor.

I would not follow him then.
Iago. O, sir, content you;
I follow him to serve my turn upon him :
We cannot all be masters, nor all masters
Cannot be truly follow'd. You shall mark
Many a duteous and knee-crooking knave,
That, doting on his own obsequious bondage,
Wears out his time, much like his master's ass,
For nought but provender, and when he's old,

cashier'd :
Whip me such honest knaves. Others there are
Who, trimm'd in forms and visages of duty,
Keep yet their hearts attending on themselves,
And, throwing but shows of service on their lords,
Do well thrive by them, and when they have lined

their coats Do themselves homage : these fellows have some




And such a one do I profess myself. For, sir,
It is as sure as you are Roderigo,
Were I the Moor, I would not be Iago :
In following him, I follow but myself;
Heaven is my judge, not I for love and duty,
But seeming so, for my peculiar end :
For when my outward action doth demonstrate
The native act and figure of my heart
In compliment extern, 'tis not long after
But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve
For daws to peck at: I am not what I am.

Rod. What a full förtune does the thick-lips owe,
If he can carry 't thus !

39. in any just term affined, 50. visages, outward semrelated to him in such a way as blances. to be bound.

66. owe, own.



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

Rod. Here is her father's house ; I'll call aloud.

Iago. Do; with like timorous accent and dire yell As when, by night and negligence, the fire Is spied in populous cities. Rod. What, ho, Brabantio ! Signior Brabantio,

ho! lago. Awake! what, ho, Brabantio ! thieves !

thieves ! thieves ! Look to your house, your daughter and your bags ! 80 Thieves ! thieves !

BRABANTIO appears above, at a window.
Bra. What is the reason of this terrible summons?
What is the matter there?

Rod. Signior, is all your family within ?
Iago. Are your doors lockd ?

Why, wherefore ask you this? lago. 'Zounds, sir, you 're robb'd; for shame,

put on your gown;
Your heart is burst, you have lost half your soul;
Even now, now, very now, an old black ram
Is tupping your white ewe. Arise, arise ;
Awake the snorting citizens with the bell,
Or else the devil will make a grandsire of you :
Arise, I say.

Bra. What, have you lost your wits?
Rod. Most reverend signior, do you know my

Bra. Not I: what are you?



Rod. My name is Roderigo.

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

Rod. Sir, sir, sir,

But thou must needs be sure
My spirit and my place have in them power
To make this bitter to thee.

Patience, good sir.
Bra. What tell’st thou me of robbing? this is

My house is not a grange.

Most grave Brabantio,
In simple and pure soul I come to you.

Iago. 'Zounds, sir, you are one of those that will not serve God, if the devil bid you. Because we come to do you service and you think we are 110 ruffians, you 'll have your daughter covered with a Barbary horse ; you 'll have your nephews neigh to you; you 'll have coursers for cousins and gennets for germans.

Bra. What profane wretch art thou?

Iago. I am one, sir, that comes to tell you your daughter and the Moor are now making the beast with two backs.

Bra. Thou art a villain.

You area senator.
Bra. This thou shalt answer; I know thee,


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100. Upon, out of.

107. In simple and pure soul, 106. a grange, an outlying with absolutely honest intent. granary.

112. nephews, grandsons.

Rod. Sir, I will answer any thing.

But, I be

seech you,


If’t be your pleasure and most wise consent,
As partly I find it is, that your fair daughter,
At this odd-even, and dull watch o' the night,
Transported, with no worse nor better guard
But with a knave of common hire, a góndolier,
To the gross clasps of a lascivious Moor,-
If this be known to you and your allowance,
We then have done you bold and saucy wrongs ;
But if


know not this, my manners tell me
We have your wrong rebuke. Do not believe
That, from the sense of all civility,
I thus would play and trifle with your reverence:
Your daughter, if you have not given her leave,
I say again, hath made a gross revolt;
Tying her duty, beauty, wit and fortunes
In an extravagant and wheeling stranger
Of here and every where. Straight satisfy yourself:
If she be in her chamber or your house,
Let loose on me the justice of the state
For thus delading you.

Strike on the tinder, ho!
Give me a taper! call up all my people!
This accident is not unlike my dream :
Belief of it oppresses me already.
Light, I say ! light!

[Exit above. Iago.

Farewell; for I must leave you :
It seems not meet, nor wholesome to my place,
To be produced—as, if I stay, I shall-
Against the Moor: for, I do know, the state,
However this may gall him with some check,
Cannot with safety cast him, for he's embark'd



124. odd-even, the undefined time after midnight which may be called either 'late' or 'early.'

124. dull, slumberous.
132. from, in violation of.
137. extravagant, wandering.

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