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Whose footing here anticipates our thoughts, The thing I am, by seeming otherwise.
A se'nnight's speed.-Great Jove, Othello guard, Come, how would'st thou praise me?
And swell his sail with thineown powerful breath; Iago. I am about it; but, indeed, my inven-
That he may bless this bay with his tall ship,

Make love's quick pants in Desdemona's arms, Comes from my pate, as birdlime does from frize,
Give renew'd fire to our extincted spirits, It plucks out brains and all : But my muse la-
And bring all Cyprus comfort !-0, behold,


And thus she is deliver’d. Enter DesdemONA, Emilia, Iago, RODERIGO, If she be fair and wise,-fairness and wit, and Attendants.

The one's for use, the other useth it. The riches of the ship is come on shore !

Des. Well praised ! How if she be black and Ye men of Cyprus, let her have your knees :

witty? Hail to thee, lady! and the grace of heaven, Iago. If she be black, and thereto have a wit, Before, behind thee, and on every hand,

She'll find a white, that shall her blackness fit. Enwheel thee round !

Des. Worse and worse. Des. I thank you, valiant Cassio.

Emil. How, if fair and foolish? What tidings can you tell me of my lord ? Iago. She never yet was foolish that was fair;

Cas. He is not yet arriv'd; nor know I aught For even her folly help'd her to an heir. But that he's well, and will be shortly here. Des. These are old fond paradoxes, to make

Des. O, but I fear ;-How lost you company? fools laugh i'the alehouse. What miserable

Cas. The great contention of the sea and skies praise hast thou for her that's foul and foolish? Parted our fellowship: But, hark ! a sail. Iago. There's none so foul, and foolish there

[Cry within, A sail, a sail! Then guns unto,

But does foul pranks, which fair and wise ones do. 2 Gent. They give their greeting to the citadel; Des. O heavy ignorance !-thou praisest the This likewise is a friend.

worst best. But what praise could'st thou beCas. See for the news. [Exit Gentleman. stow on a deserving woman indeed ? one, that, Good ancient, you are welcome ;-Welcome, in the authority of her merit, did justly put on mistress :

the vouch of very malice itself? Let it not gall your patience, good lago,

Iago. She that was ever fair, and never proud; That I extend my manners; tis my breeding Had tongue at will, and yet was never loud; That gives me this bold show of courtesy. Never lack'd gold, and yet went never gay ;

[Kissing her. Fled from her wish, and yet said, -now I may; Iago. Sir, would she give you so much of her She, that, being anger’d, her revenge being nigh, lips,

Bade her wrong stay, and her displeasure fly; As of her tongue she oft bestows on me, She, that in wisdom never was so frail, You'd have enough.

To change the cod's head for the salmon's tail; Des. Alas, she has no speech.

She, that could think, and ne'er disclose her Iago. In faith, too much ;

mind, I find it still, when I have list to sleep: See suitors following, and not look behind; Marry, before your ladyship, I grant,

She was a wight,-if ever such wight were, She puts her tongue a little in her heart,

Des. To do what? And chides with thinking.

lago. To suckle fools, and chronicle small Emil. You have little cause to say so.

beer. Iago. Come on, come on; you are pictures out Des. O most lame and impotent conclusion of doors,

Do not learn of him, Emilia, though he be chy Bells in your parlours, wild cats in your kitchens, husband.—How say you, Cassio is he not a Saints in your injuries, devils being offended, most profane and liberal counsellor? Players in your housewifery, and housewives in Cas. He speaks home, madam ; you may re

lish him more in the soldier, than in the schoDes. 0, fie, upon thee, slanderer!

lar. Iago. Nay, it is true, or else I am a Turk; Iago. [Aside. He takes her by the palm : You rise to play, and go to bed to work. Ay, well said, whisper: with as little a web a

Emil. You shall not write my praise. this, will I ensnare as great a fly as Cassio. Ay, Iago. No, let me not.

smile upon her, do; I will gyve thee in thine own Des. What wouldst thou write of me, if thou courtship. You say true; 'tis so, indeed: if should'st praise me?

such tricks as these strip you out of your lieu. Iago. O, gentle lady, do not put me to't ; tenantry, it had been better you had not kissed For I am nothing, if not critical.

your three fingers so oft, which now again you Des. Come on, assay :- There's one gone to are most apt to play the sir in. Very good; the harbour ?

well kissed! an excellent courtesy! 'tis so, inIago. Ay, madam.

deed. Yet again your fingers to your lips? Des. I am not merry; but I do beguile would, they were clyster-pipes for your sake!

your beds.

-[Trumpet.] The Moor, I know his trum- telling her fantastical lies: And will she love pet.

him still for prating ? let not thy discreet heart Gas. 'Tis truly so.

think it. Her eye must be fed ; and what deDes. Let's meet him, and receive him. light shall she have to look on the devil ? Cas. Lo, where he comes !

When the blood is made dull with the act of Enter Othello, and Attendants.

sport, there should be,-again to inflame it, and

to give satiety a fresh appetite,-loveliness in Oth. O my fair warrior!

favour ; sympathy in years, manners, and beauDes. My dear Othello!

ties; all which the Moor is defective in: Now, Oth. It gives me wonder, great as my content, for want of these acquired conveniences, her deTo see you here before me. O my soul's joy! licate tenderness will find itself abused, begin If after every tempest come such calms, to heave the gorge, disrelish and abhor the May the winds blow till they have waken'd Moor ; very nature will instruct her in it, and death!

compel her to some second choice. Now, sir, And let the labouring bark climb hills of seas, this granted, (as it is a most pregnant and unOlympus-high; and duck again as low forced position,) who stands so eminently in As hell's from heaven! If it were now to die, the degree of this fortune, as Cassio does ? a 'Twere now to be most happy; for, I fear, knave very voluble ; no further conscionable, My soul hath her content so absolute,

than in putting on the mere form of civil and That not another comfort like to this

humane seeming, for the better compassing of Succeeds in unknown fate.

his salt and most hidden loose affection ? why, Des. The heavens forbid,

none; why, none: A slippery and subtle knave; But that our loves and comforts should increase, a finder out of occasions; that has an eye can Even as our days do grow !

stamp and counterfeit advantages, though true Oth. Amen to that, sweet powers ! - advantage never present itself: A devilish knave! I cannot speak enough of this content, besides, the knave is handsome, young; and It stops me here; it is too much of joy: hath all those requisites in him, that folly and And this, and this, the greatest discords be, green minds look after : A pestilent complete

[Kissing her. knave ; and the woman hath found him already. That e'er our hearts shall make!

Rod. I cannot believe that in her ; she is fullIago. O, you are well tun'd now !

of most blessed condition. But I'll set (lown the pegs that make this mu- Iago. Blessed fig's end! the wine she drinks sic,

is made of grapes : if she had been blessed, she As honest as I am.

[Aside. would never have loved the Moor: Blessed Oth. Come, let's to the castle.

pudding ! Didst thou not see her paddle with News, friends; our wars are done, the Turks the palm of his hand ? didst not mark that ? are drown'd.

Rod. Yes, that I did ; but that was but How do our old acquaintance of this isle?-- courtesy. Honey, you shall be well desir’d in Cyprus, Iago. Lechery, by this hand; an index, and I have found great love amongst them. O my obscure prologue to the history of lust and foul sweet,

thoughts. They met so near with their lips, I prattle out of fashion, and I dote

that their breaths embraced together. VillainIn mine own comforts.- I pr’ythee, good lago, ous thoughts, Roderigo! when these mutualities Go to the bay, and disembark my coffers : so marshal the way, hard at hand comes the Bring thou the master to the citadel;

master and main exercise, the incorporate conHe is a good one, and his worthiness

clusion : Pish !-But, sir, be you ruled by me : Does challenge much respect. --Come, Desde- I have brought you from Venice. Watch you mona,

to-night; for the command, I'll lay't upon you : Once more well met at Cyprus.

Cassio knows you not ;-I'll not be far from [Ereunt Othello, Desdemona, and you: Do you find some occasion to anger CasAttendants.

sio, either by speaking too loud, or tainting his Iago. Do thou meet me presently at the har- discipline ; or from what other course you bour. Come hither. If thou be'st valiant, as please, which the time shall more favourably (they say) base men, being in love, have then a minister. nobility in their natures more than is native to Rod. Well. them,-list me. The lieutenant to-night watches Iago. Sir, he is rash, and very sudden in on the court of guard :—First, I must tell thee choler; and, haply, with his truncheon may this-Desdemona is directly in love with him. strike at you: Provoke him, that he may: for,

Rod. With him! why 'tis not possible. even out of that, will I cause these of Cyprus

lago. Lay thy fingerthus, and let thy soul to mutiny; whose qualification shall come into be instructed. "Mark me with what violence no true-taste again, but by the displanting of she first loved the Moor, but for bragging, and, Cassio. So shall you have a shorter journey tò

your desires, by the means I shall then have to
prefer them; and the impediment most profit- SCENE III.-A hall in the castle.
ably removed, without the which there were no

Enter OTHELLO, DESDEMONA, Cassio, and expectation of our prosperity.

Attendants. Rod. I will do this, if I can bring it to any opportunity.

Oth. Good Michael, look you to the guard Iago. I warrant thee. Meet me by and by

to-night: at the citadel: I must fetch his necessaries Let's teach ourselves that honourable stop, ashore. Farewell.

Not to outsport discretion. Rod. Adieu.

Exit. Cas. Iago hath direction what to do; Tago. That Cassio loves her, 1 do well be- But, notwithstanding, with my personal eye lieve it ;

Will I look to't. That she loves him, 'tis apt, and of great credit: Oth. Iago is most honest. The Moor-howbeit that I endure him not,- Michael, good night: To-morrow, with our Is of a constant, loving, noble nature ;

earliest, And, I dare think, he'll prove to Desdemona Let me have speech with you.—Come, my dear A most dear husband. Now I do love her too; love, Not out of absolute lust, (though, peradventure, The purchase made, the fruits are to ensue; I stand accountant for as great a sin,)

[To Desdemona. But partly led to diet my revenge,

That profit's yet to come 'twixt

me and you For that I do suspect the lusty Moor

Good night. [Exeunt Oth. Des, and Attend. Hath leap'd into my seat: the thought whereof Doth, like a poisonous mineral, gnaw my in

Enter Iago. wards;

Cas. Welcome, Iago : We must to the watch. And nothing can or shall content my soul, Iago. Not this hour, lieutenant ; 'tis not yet Till I am even with him, wife for wife : ten o'clock : Our general cast us thus early, for Or, failing so, yet that I put the Moor the love of his Desdemona; whom let us not At least into a jealousy so strong,

therefore blame; he hath not yet made wanton That judgment cannot cure. Which thing to the night with her: and she is sport for Jove. do,

Cas. She's a most exquisite lady. If this poor trash of Venice, whom I trash Iago. And, I'll warrant her, full of game. For his quick hunting, stand the putting on, Cas. Indeed, she is a most fresh and delicate I'll have our Michael Cassio on the hip;

creature. Abuse him to the Moor in the rank garb, — Iago. What an eye she has ! methinks it For I fear Cassio with my night-cap too; sounds a parley of provocation. Make the Moor thank me, love me, and reward Cas. An inviting eye; and yet, methinks, me,

right modest. For making him egregiously an ass,

Iago. And, when she speaks, is it not an And practising upon his peace and quiet

alarm to love? Even to madness. 'Tis here, but yet confused ; Cas. She is, indeed, perfection. Knavery's plain face is never seen, till us’d. Iago. Well, happiness to their sheets! Come,

[Exit. lieutenant, I have a stoop of wine ; and here

without are a brace of Cyprus gallants, that SCENE II.-A Street.

would fain have a measure to the health of the

black Othello. Enter a Herald, with a proclamation ; People

Cas. Not to-night, good lago; I have very following:

poor and unhappy brains for drinking: I eould Her. It is Othello's pleasure, our noble and well wish courtesy would invent some other valiant general, that, upon certain tidings now custom of entertainment. arrived, importing the mere perdition of the Iago. O, they are our friends; but one cop: Turkish fleet, every man put himself into i'll drink for you. triumph ; some to dance, some to make bon- Cas. I have drunk but one cup to-night, and fires, each man to what sport and revels his ad- that was craftily qualified too, and, behold, diction leads him ; for, besides these beneficial what innovation it makes here: I am unfortunews, it is the celebration of his nuptials: So nate in the infirmity, and dare not task my much was his pleasure should be proclaimed. weakness with any more. All offices are open ; and there is full liberty of Iago. What, man! 'tis a night of revels; the feusting, from this present hour of five, till the gallants desire it. bell hath told eleven. Heaven bless the isle of Cas. Where are they? Cyprus, and our noble general, Othello! Iago. Here at the door ; I pray you, call

[Exeunt. them in.

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Cas. I'll do't; but it dislikes me. :

Cas. Why, this is a more exquisite song

than [Exit Cassio. the other. Iago. If I can fasten but one cup upon him, Iago. Will you hear it again? With that which he hath drunk to-night already, Cas. No; for I hold him to be unworthy of He'll be as full of quarrel and offence

his place, that does those things.-Well, -HeaAs my young mistress' dog. Now, my sick ven's above all; and there be souls that must be fool, Roderigo,

saved, and there be souls must not be saved. Whom love has turn'd almost the wrong side Iago. It's true, good lieutenant. outward,

Cas. For mine own part,-no offence to the To Desdemona hath to-night carous'd general, nor any man of quality,--I hope to be Potations pottle deep; and he's to watch: saved. Three lads of Cyprus,-noble swelling spirits, Iago. And so do I too, lieutenant. That hold their honours in a wary distance, Cas. Ay, but, by your leave, not before me; The very elements of this warlike isle,- the lieutenant is to be saved before the ancient. Have I to-night fluster's with flowing cups, Let's have no more of this ; let's to our affairs. And they watch too. Now, 'mongst this dock -Forgive us our sins!—Gentlemen, let's look of drunkards,

to our business. Do not think, gentlemen, I am Am I to put our Cassio in some action drunk; this is my ancient ;-this is my right That may offend the isle :—But here they come: hand, and this is my left hand :-I am not drunk If consequence do but approve my dream, now; I can stand well enough, and speak well My boat sails freely, both with wind and stream. enough.

AU. Excellent well. Re-enter Cassio, with him Montano and

Cas. Why, very well, then: you must not Gentlemen. think then that I am drunk.

[Erit. Cas. 'Fore heaven, they have given me a Mon. To the platform, masters ; come, let's rouse already.

set the watch. Mon. Good faith, a little one; not past a Iago. You see this fellow that is gone be

pint, as I am a soldier. Iago. Some wine, ho !

He is a soldier, fit to stand by Cæsar

And give direction, and do but see his vice; And let me the canakin clink, clink ; [Sings. 'Tis to his virtue a just equinox, And let me the canakin clink :

The one as long as th' other: 'tis pity of him.
A soldier's a man ;

I fear, the trust Othello puts him in,
A life's but a span;

On some odd time of his infirmity,
Why then, let a soldier drink.

Will shake this island.

Mon. But is he often thus ? Some wine, boys!

Wine brought in. Iago. 'Tis evermore the prologue to his sleep: Cas. 'Fore heaven, an excellent


He'll watch the horologe a double set, Iago. I learned it in England, where (in- If drink rock not his cradle. deed) they are most potent in potting: your

Mon. It were well, Dane, your German, and your swag-bellied The general were put in mind of it. Hollander,-Drink, ho!-are nothing to your Perhaps, he sees it not; or his good nature English.

Prizes the virtue that appears in Cassio, Cas. Is your Englishman so expert in his And looks not on his evils : Is not this true? drinking? Iago. Why, he drinks you, with facility,

Enter RODERIGO. your Dane dead drunk; he sweats not to over- Iago. How now, Roderigo ? [Aside. throw your Almain; he gives your Hollander a I pray you, after the lieutenant ; go. vomit, ere the next pottle can be filled.

[Erit Roderigo. Cas. To the health of our general.

Mon. And 'tis great pity, that the noble Moor Mon. I am for it, lieutenant; and I'll do Should hazard such a place, as his own second, you justice.

With one of an ingraft infirinity : Iago. O sweet England !

It were an honest action, to say

So to the Moor.
King Stephen was a worthy peer,

Iago. Not I, for this fair island:
His breeches cost him but a crown; I do love Cassio well; and would do much
He held them sixpence all too dear,

To cure him of this evil. But hark! what noise?
With that he calld the tailor-lown.

[Cry within, -Help! help He was a wight of high renown,

Re-enter Cassio, driving in RODERIGO.
And thou art but of low degree :

Cas. You rogue ! you rascal !
'Tis pride that pulls the country down, Mon. What's the matter, lieutenant ?

Then take thine auld cloak about thee. Cas. A knave !-teach me my duty !
Some wine, ho !

I'll beat the knave into a twiggen bottle.

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Rod. Beat me!

While I spare speech, which something now of Cos. Dost thou prate, rogue ?

fends me,-
[Striking Roderigo. of all that I do know: nor know I augħt
Mon. Nay, good lieutenant; [Staying him. By me that's said or done amiss this night;
I pray you, sir, hold


Unless self-charity be sometime a vice;
Cas. Let me go, sir,

And to defend ourselves it be a sin, Or I'll knock you o'er the mazzard.

When violence assails us. Mon. Come, come, you're drunk.

Oth. Now, by heaven, Cas. Drunk!

[They fight. My blood begins my safer guides to rule ; Iago. Away, I say! go out, and cry-a mutiny. And passion, having my best judgment collied,

[Aside to Rod. who goes out. Assays to lead the way: If I once stir,
Nay, good lieutenant,--alas, gentlemen,- Or do but lift this arm, the best of you
Help, ho !-Lieutenant,--sir, Montano,-sir; Shall sink in my rebuke. Give me to know
Help, masters !-Here's a goodly watch, indeed! How this foul rout began, who set it on;

[Bell rings. And he that is approv'd in this offence,
Whose that that rings the bell ?- Diablo, ho! Though he had twinn'd with me, both at a birta,
The town will rise: God's will, lieutenant! hold; Shall lose me. What! in a town of war,
You will be sham'd for ever.

Yet wild, the people's hearts brimful of fear,

To manage private and domestic quarrel,
Enter OTHELLO and Attendants.

In night, and on the court and guard of safety! Oth. What is the matter here?

'Tis monstrous.- Iago, who began it? Mon. I bleed still, I am hurt to the death ;- Mon. If partially affin'd, or leagu'd in office, he dies.

Thou dost deliver more or less than truth, Oth. Hold, for your lives.

Thou art no soldier. Iago. Hold, hold, lieutenant,-sir,Montano,- Iago. Touch me not so near : gentlemen,

I had rather have this

tongue cut from my mouth, Have you forgot all sense of place and duty ? Than it should do offence to Michael Cassio ; Hold, hold; the general speaks to you; hold, Yet, I persuade myself, to speak the truth for shame!

Shall nothing wrong him.-Thus it is, general. Oth. Why, how now, ho! from whence ariseth Montano and myself being in speech, this?

There comes a fellow crying out for help; Are we turn’d Turks; and to ourselves do that, And Cassio following him with determin'd sword, Which heaven hath forbid the Ottomites ? To execute upon him: Sir, this gentleman For christian shame, put by this barbarous brawl: Steps in to Cassio, and entreats his pause ; He, that stirs next to carve for his own rage, Myself the crying fellow did pursue, Holds his soul light; he dies upon his motion.- Lest, by his clamour, (as it so fell out,) Silence that dreadful bell, it frights the isle The town might fall in fright: he, swift of foot, From her propriety:- What is the matter, mas- Outran my purpose ; and I returu'd the rather ters?

For that I heard the clink and fall of swords, Honest Iago, that look'st dead with grieving, And Cassio high in oath ; which, till to-night, Speak, who began this? on thy love I charge thee. I ne'er might say before: When I came back, Iago. I do not know ;-friends all but now, (For this was brief,) I found them close together, even now,

Àt blow and thrust ; even as again they were, In quarter, and in terms like bride and groom When you yourself did part them. Divesting them for bed : and then, but now, More of this matter can I not report : (As if some planet had unwitted men,) But men are men ; the best sometimes forget :Swords out, and tilting one at other's breast, Though Cassio did some little wrong to him,In opposition bloody: I cannot speak

Asmenin rage strike those that wish them best,Any beginning to this peevish odds ;

Yet, surely, Cassio, I believe, receir’d,
And 'would in action glorious I had lost From him that fled, some strange indignity,
These legs, that brought me to a part of it! Which patience could not pass.
Oth. How comes it, Michael, you are thus for- Oth. I know, Iago,

Thy honesty and love doth mince this matter,
Cas. I pray you, pardon me, I cannot speak. Making it light to Cassio :-Cassio, I love thee;
Oth. Worthy Montano, you were wont be civil; But never more be officer of mine.-
The gravity and stiliness of your youth
The world'hath noted, and your name is great

Enter DESDEMONA, attended. In mouths of wisest censure; What's the matter, Look, if my gentle love be not rais'd up;unlace your reputation thus,

I'll make thee an example. And spend your rich opinion, for the name Des. What's the matter, dear? Of a night-brawler? give me answer to it. Oth. All's well now, sweeting ; Come away to Mon. Worthy Othello, I am hurt to danger;

bed. Your officer, lago, can inform you

Sir, for your hurts,


That you

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