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Jago. Did you perceive how he laughed at his | An unkind breach; but you shall make all vice?


Oth. O! Iago.

lago. And did you see the handkerchief? Oth. Was that mine?


Tago. Do it not with poison, strangle her in her bed, even the bed she hath contaminated. Oth. Good, good; the justice of it pleases; very good.

lago. Yours, by this hand; and to see how he prizes the foolish woman, your wife! she gave it him, and he hath given it his whore.

Oth. I would have him nine years a-killing. A fine woman! a fair woman! a sweet woman! lago. Nay, you must forget that.

Oth. Ay, let her rot, and perish, and be damned to-night; for she shall not live. No, my heart is turned to stone; I strike it, and it hurts my hand. O the world hath not a sweeter creature; she might lie by an emperor's side and command him tasks.


Iago. Nay, that's not your way.

Oth. Hang her! I do but say what she is. So delicate with her needle! An admirable musician! O! she will sing the savageness out of a bear. Of so high and plenteous wit and invention !

Iago. She's the worse for all this.


Oth. O a thousand, a thousand times. And then, of so gentle a condition!

Iago. Ay, too gentle.

Oth. Nay, that's certain; but yet the pity of it, Iago! O! Iago, the pity of it, lago.

Iago. If you are so fond over her iniquity, give her patent to offend; for, if it touch not you, it comes near nobody.

Oth. I will chop her into messes. Cuckold me! Out of my sight!

Iago. O! 'tis foul in her.


Oth. With mine officer!
Iago. That's fouler.

Oth. Get me some poison, Iago; this night:
I'll not expostulate with her, lest her body and
beauty unprovide my mind again. This night,


Iago. And for Cassio, let me be his undertaker; you shall hear more by midnight. A trumpet within. Oth. Excellent good. What trumpet is that same?

Enter LODOVICO, DESDEMONA, and Attendants.

Lod. God save the worthy general!
With all my heart, sir.
Lod. The duke and senators of Venice greet
Gives him a packet.
Oth. I kiss the instrument of their pleasures.
Opens the packet, and reads.
Des. And what's the news, good cousin


Iago. I am very glad to see you, signior; Welcome to Cyprus.

Lod. I thank you.


Oth. Are you sure of that?
Des. My lord?

Oth. This fail you not to do, as you will

Lod. He did not call; he's busy in the paper.
Is there division 'twixt my lord and Cassio? 240
Des. A most unhappy one; I would do much
To atone them, for the love I bear to Cassio.
Oth. Fire and brimstone!


How does Lieutenant

My lord?


Des. What is he angry?
May be the letter mov'd him ;
For, as I think, they do command him home,
Deputing Cassio in his government.
Des. Trust me, I am glad on 't.



My lord?

Oth. I am glad to see you mad.
Why, sweet Othello!
Strikes her.

Oth. Devil!


Des. I have not deserv'd this.
Lod. My lord, this would not be believ'd in

her turn:

Sir, she can turn, and turn, and yet go on, And turn again; and she can weep, sir, weep; And she's obedient, as you say, obedient, Very obedient. Proceed you in your tears. Concerning this, sir,-O well-painted passion!I am commanded home. Get you away; I'll send for you anon. Sir, I obey the mandate, Iago. Something from Venice, sure. "Tis And will return to Venice. Hence! avaunt! Lodovico,

Come from the duke; and, see, your wife is Cassio shall have my place.

with him.

Exit DESDEMONA. And, sir, to-night, I do entreat that we may sup together; 271 You are welcome, sir, to Cyprus. Goats and monkeys! Exit.

Lod. Is this the noble Moor whom our full senate

Call all-in-all sufficient? Is this the nature
Whom passion could not shake? whose solid

The shot of accident nor dart of chance
Could neither graze nor pierce?

He is much chang'd.
Lod. Are his wits safe? is he not light of

Are you wise?

Though I should swear I saw 't; 'tis very much;
Make her amends, she weeps.

O devil, devil!
If that the earth could teem with woman's

Each drop she falls would prove a crocodile.

Des. I will not stay to offend you. Going.
Lod. Truly, an obedient lady:

I do beseech your lordship, call her back.
Oth. Mistress!

Des. My lord?

What would you with her, sir?
Lod. Who, I, my lord?
Oth. Ay; you did wish that I would make


Iago. He's that he is; I may not breathe my


What he might be, if what he might he is not,

Iago. Lives, sir.

Des. Cousin, there's fall'n between him and I would to heaven he were! my lord


What! strike his wife! 281

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Oth. You have seen nothing then?
Emil. Nor ever heard, nor ever did suspect.
Oth. Yes, you have seen Cassio and she to-

Emil. But then I saw no harm, and then I

Each syllable that breath made up between

Oth. What did they never whisper?


Should fear to seize thee; therefore be double


Swear thou art honest.

Heaven doth truly know it.
Oth. Heaven truly knows that thou art false
as hell.

Des. To whom, my lord? with whom? how
am I false?


Oth. Ah! Desdemona; away, away, away!
Des. Alas! the heavy day. Why do you weep!
Am I the motive of these tears, my lord?
If haply you my father do suspect

An instrument of this your calling back,
Lay not your blame on me; if you have lost him,
Why, I have lost him too.


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Had it pleas'd heaven
To try me with affliction, had they rain'd
All kinds of sores and shames on my bare head,
Steep'd me in poverty to the very lips,
Given to captivity me and my utmost hopes,
I should have found in some place of my soul
A drop of patience; but, alas! to make me
The fixed figure for the time of scorn

Never, my lord. To point his slow and moving finger at:
Yet could I bear that too; well, very well:
But there, where I have garner'd up my heart,

Oth. Nor send you out o' the way?
Emil. Never.

Oth. To fetch her fan, her gloves, her mask, Where either I must live or bear no life, nor nothing?

Emil. Never, my lord.
Oth. That's strange.

The fountain from the which my current runs 10 Or else dries up; to be discarded thence! Or keep it as a cistern for foul toads To knot and gender in! Turn thy complexion there,

Emil. I durst, my lord, to wager she is honest,
Lay down my soul at stake: if you think other,
Remove your thought; it doth abuse your

If any wretch hath put this in your head,
Let heaven requite it with the serpent's curse!
For, if she be not honest, chaste, and true,
There's no man happy; the purest of their wives
Is foul as slander.

Bid her come hither; go.


She says enough; yet she's a simple bawd
That cannot say as much. This is a subtle whore,
A closet lock and key of villanous secrets;
And yet she 'll kneel and pray; I have seen her

Re-enter EMILIA, with DESDEMONA.
Des. My lord, what is your will?
Pray, chuck, come hither.
Des. What is your pleasure?
Let me see your eyes;
Look in my face.
What horrible fancy 's this?
Oth. To EMILIA. Some of your function,

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Patience, thou young and rose-lipp'd cherubim ;
Ay, there, look grim as hell!

Des. I hope my noble lord esteems me honest.
Oth. O ay; as summer flies are in the


That quicken even with blowing. O thou weed!
Who art so lovely fair, and smell'st so sweet
That the sense aches at thee, would thou hadst
ne'er been born.

Des. Alas! what ignorant sin have I com.

Oth. Was this fair paper, this most goodly

Made to write 'whore' upon? What committed!
Committed! O thou public commoner!
I should make very forges of my cheeks,
That would to cinders burn up modesty,
Did I but speak thy deeds. What committed!
Heaven stops the nose at it and the moon winks.
The bawdy wind that kisses all it meets
Is hush'd within the hollow mine of earth,
And will not hear it. What committed!
Impudent strumpet!

By heaven, you do me wrong.
Oth. Are not you a strumpet ?

No, as I am a Christian.
If to preserve this vessel for my lord
From any other foul unlawful touch
Be not to be a strumpet, I am none.
Oth. What! not a whore ?

Oth. Is't possible?

No, as I shall be sav'd.

Des. O heaven forgive us.

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Des. With who?

Emil. Why, with my lord, madam. Des. Who is thy lord? Emil. He that is yours, sweet lady. Des. I have none; do not talk to me, Emilia; I cannot weep, nor answer ave I none But what should go by water. Prithee, to-night Lay on my bed my wedding sheets: remember: And call thy husband hither.


Here's a change indeed!

Des. 'Tis meet I should be us'd so, very meet. How have I been behav'd, that he might stick The small'st opinion on my least misuse?

Re-enter EMILIA with IAGO.

Iago. What is your pleasure, madam? How is 't with you?



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Could not have laid such terms upon his callat. Iago. Why did he so?

Des. I do not know; I am sure I am none such. Iago. Do not weep, do not weep. Alas the day! Emil. Hath she forsook so many noble matches, Her father and her country and her friends, To be call'd whore? would it not make one weep? Des. It is my wretched fortune. Iago. Beshrew him for 't! How comes this trick upon him? Nav, heaven doth know. Emil. I will be hang'd, if some eternal villain, Some busy and insinuating rogue, Some cogging cozening slave, to get some office, Have not devis'd this slander; I'll be hang'd else.



Why should he call her whore? who keeps her company!

What place? what time? what form? what likelihood?

Iago. Fie! there is no such man; it is impossible.

Des. If any such there be, heaven pardon him! Emil. A halter pardon him, and hell gnaw his bones!

The Moor's abus'd by some most villanous knave, Some base notorious knave, some scurvy fellow. O heaven! that such companions thou'dst unfold,


And put in every honest hand a whip
To lash the rascals naked through the world,
Even from the east to the west!
Emil. O
he was

fie upon them.

That turn'd your wit the seamy side without,
And made you to suspect me with the Moor.
Iago. You are a fool; go to.

O good Iago!
What shall I do to win my lord again?
Good friend, go to him; for, by this light of


Speak within door. Some such squire

I know not how I lost him. Here I kneel:
If e'er my will did trespass 'gainst his love,
Either in discourse of thought or actual deed,
Or that mine eyes, mine ears, or any sense,
Delighted them in any other form ;
Or that I do not yet, and ever did,
And ever will, though he do shake me off
To beggarly divorcement, love him dearly,
Comfort forswear me! Unkindness may do

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How now, Roderigo !

Rod. I do not find that thou dealest justly with me.

Iago. What in the contrary?

Rod. Every day thou daffest me with some device, Iago; and rather, as it seems to me now, keepest from me all conveniency than suppliest me with the least advantage of hope. I will indeed no longer endure it, nor am I yet persuaded to put up in peace what already I have foolishly suffered.


Iago. Will you hear me, Roderigo? Rod. Faith, I have heard too much, for your words and performances are no kin together. Iago. You charge me most unjustly.

Rod. With nought but truth. I have wasted myself out of my means. The jewels you have had from me to deliver to Desdemona would half have corrupted a votarist; you have told me she hath received them, and returned me expectations and comforts of sudden respect and acquaintance, but I find none.


Iago. Well; go to; very well.

Rod. Very well! go to! I cannot go to, man; nor 'tis not very well by this hand, I say it is very scurvy, and begin to find myself fobbed in it.

Iago. Very well.


Rod. I tell you 'tis not very well. I will make myself known to Desdemona; if she will return me my jewels. I will give over my suit and repent my unlawful solicitation; if not, assure yourself I will seek satisfaction of you.

Iago. You have said now.

Rod. Ay, and I have said nothing but what I protest intendment of doing.

Iago. Why, now I see there's mettle in thee, and even from this instant do build on thee a better opinion than ever before. Give me thy hand, Roderigo; thou hast taken against me a most just exception; but yet I protest I have dealt most directly in thy affair.


Rod. It hath not appeared.

Iago. I grant indeed it hath not appeared, and your suspicion is not without wit and judgment. But, Roderigo, if thou hast that in thee indeed, which I have greater reason to believe now than ever, I mean purpose, courage, and valour, this night show it: if thou the next night following enjoy not Desdemona, take me from this world with treachery and devise engines for my life.

Rod. Well, what is it? is it within reason and compass?

Iago. Sir, there is especial commission come from Venice to depute Cassio in Othello's place. Rod. Is that true? why, then Othello and Desdemona return again to Venice.

Iago. O no, he goes into Mauritania, and takes away with him the fair Desdemona, unless his abode be lingered here by some accident; wherein none can be so determinate as the removing of Cassio. 234

Rod. How do you mean, removing of him? Iago. Why, by making him uncapable of Othello's place; knocking out his brains.

Rod. And that you would have me do? Iago. Ay; if you dare do yourself a profit and a right. He sups to-night with a harlotry, and thither will I go to him; he knows not yet of his honourable fortune. If you will watch his going thence, which I will fashion to fall out between twelve and one, you may take him at your pleasure; I will be near to second your attempt, and he shall fall between us. Come, stand not amazed at it, but go along with me; I will show you such a necessity in his death that you shall think yourself bound to put it on him. It is now high supper-time, and the night grows to waste; about it.


Rod. I will hear further reason for this. Jago. And you shall be satisfied.


SCENE III-Another Room in the Castle. Enter OTHELLO, LODOVICO, DESDEMONA, EMILIA, and Attendants.

Lod. I do beseech you, sir, trouble yourself

no further.

Lod. Madam, good night; I humbly thank your ladyship.

Des. Your honour is most welcome.
Will you walk, sir?

Oth. O pardon me; 'twill do me good to


O! Desdemona.

Des. My lord?

Oth. Get you to bed on the instant, I will be returned forthwith; dismiss your attendant there; look it be done.

Des. I will, my lord.


Exeunt OTHELLO, LODOVICO, and Attendants. Emil. How goes it now? he looks gentler than he did.

Des. He says he will return incontinent;
He hath commanded me to go to bed,
And bade me to dismiss you.


Dismiss me!
Des. It was his bidding; therefore, good

Give me my nightly wearing, and adieu:
We must not now displease him.

Emil. I would you had never seen him.
Des. So would not I; my love doth so approve

That even his stubbornness, his checks and frowns,Prithee, unpin me,-have grace and favour in them.

Emil. I have laid those sheets you bade me on the bed.

Des. All's one. Good faith! how foolish are

our minds:

If I do die before thee, prithee, shroud me
In one of those same sheets.

Come, come, you talk.
Des. My mother had a maid call'd Barbara ;
She was in love, and he she lov'd prov'd mad
And did forsake her; she had a song of

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Sing all a green willow must be my garland. Let nobody blame him, his scorn 1 approve,—

Nay, that's not next. Hark! who is't that knocks?

Emil. It is the wind.

Des. I call'd my love false love; but what said he then?

Sing willow, willow, willow:

If I court moe women, you'll couch with moe men.

So, get thee gone; good night. Mine eyes do itch;

Doth that bode weeping?


'Tis neither here nor there. Des. I have heard it said so. O! these men, these men.


Dost thou in conscience think, tell me, Emilia, That there be women do abuse their husbands In such gross kind?


There be some such, no question. Des. Would'st thou do such a deed for all the world?

Emil. Why, would not you?

No, by this heavenly light! Emil. Nor I neither by this heavenly light; I might do 't as well i' the dark.

Des. Would'st thou do such a deed for all the world?


Emil. The world's a huge thing; it is a great price For a small vice. Des.

In troth, I think thou would'st not.

Emil. In troth, I think I should, and undo 't when I had done. Marry, I would not do such a thing for a joint-ring, nor for measures of lawn, nor for gowns, petticoats, nor caps, nor any petty exhibition; but for the whole world; why, who would not make her husband a

cuckold to make him a monarch? I should venture purgatory for 't.

Des. Beshrew me, if I would do such a wrong For the whole world.


Emil. Why, the wrong is but a wrong i' the world; and having the world for your labour, 'tis a wrong in your own world, and you might quickly make it right.

Des. I do not think there is any such woman. Emil. Yes, a dozen; and as many to the vantage as would store the world they played for. But I do think it is their husbands' faults If wives do fall. Say that they slack their duties,

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Or scant our former having in despite ;
Why, we have galls, and though we have some
Yet have some revenge. Let husbands know
Their wives have sense like them; they see and

And have their palates both for sweet and sour,
As husbands have. What is it that they do
When they change us for others? Is it sport?
I think it is; and doth affection breed it?
I think it doth; is 't frailty that thus errs?
It is so too; and have not we affections,
Desires for sport, and frailty, as men have?

Then let them use us well; else let them know, The ills we do, their ills instruct us so.

Des. Good night, good night; heaven me such uses send.

Not to pick bad from bad, but by bad mend! Exeunt.


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Or Cassio him, or each do kill the other,
Every way makes my gain: live Roderigo,
He calls me to a restitution large
Of gold and jewels that I bobb'd from him,
As gifts to Desdemona;
It must not be: if Cassio do remain,
He hath a daily beauty in his life
That makes me ugly; and, besides, the Moor
May unfold me to him; there stand I in much


No, he must die.

But so: I hear him coming. Enter CASSIO.

Rod. I know his gait; 'tis he. Villain, thou diest ! Makes a pass at CASSIO. Cas. That thrust had been mine enemy indeed But that my coat is better than thou know'st ; I will make proof of thine.


Draws, and wounds RODERIGO. O! I am slain. IAGO from behind wounds CASSIO in the leg, and exit. Cas. I am maim'd for ever. Help, ho! murder! murder! Falls.

Enter OTHELLO, at a distance.

Oth. The voice of Cassio: Iago keeps his word. Rod. O villain that I am.


Oth. It is even so. Cas O, help! ho! light! a surgeon! Oth. 'Tis he. O brave Iago, honest and just ! That hast such noble sense of thy friend's wrong;

Thou teachest me. Minion, your dear lies dead, And your unblest fate hies; strumpet, I come! Forth of my heart those charms, thine eyes, are

blotted; Thy bed lust-stain'd shall with lust's blood be spotted. Exit.

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