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Is tupping your white ewe. Arise, arise!
Though I do hate him as I do hell pains,
Whieh is indeed but sign. That you shall surely
And there will I be with him. So, farewell! (Erit
. Rod. My name is – Roderigo.
Enter below, BRABANTIO, and Servants with torches. Bra. The worse welcome:
Bra. It is too true an evil: gone she is;
doors : And what's to come of my despised time,
father! To start my quiet.
How didst thou know 'twas she? - 0, thon de Rod. Sir, sir, sir, sir,
ceiv'st me Bra. But thou must needs be sore,
Past thought! What said she to you? - Get My spirit, and my place, have in them power
more tapers; To make this bitter to thee.
my kindred.- Are they married, think you? Rod. Patience, good sir !
Rod. Truly, I think, they are.
of the blood !Rod. Most grave Brabantio,
Fathers, from hence trust not your daughter's mieds In simple and pure soul I come to yon.
By what you see them act. -åre there not charms, Ingo. 'Zounds, sir, you are one of those, that will by which the property of youth and maidhood noto serve God, if the devil bid you. Because we may be abus'd? Have you not read, Roderigo, come to do you service, you think we are raffians: of some such thing? you'll have your daughter covered with a Barbary Rod. Yes, sir, I have indeed. horse ; you'll have your nephews neigh to you; you'll Bra. Call'up my brother !0, that you had her!have coursers for cousins, and gennets for germans. Some one way, some another. – Do you know Bra. What profaue wretch art thou ?
Where we may apprehend her and the Moor? Iago. I am one, sir, that comes to tell you, your Rod. I think, I can discover him; if you please danghter and the Moor are now making the beast To get good guard, and go along with me. with two backs. Bra. Thou art a villain.
Bra. Pray yon, lead on! At every house l'II call
I may command at most.. - Get weapons, ho!
Enter OTHELLO, Iago, and Attendants. Transported — with no worse nor better guard,
Jago. Though in the trade of war I have slain men, But with a knave of common hire, a gondolier,
Yet do I hold it very stuff o'the conscience To the gross clasps of a lascivious Moor,
To do no contriv'd murder; I lack iniquity If this be known to you, and your allowance,
Sometimes, to do me service. Nine or ten times We then have done you bold and saucy wrongs;
I had thought to have yerk'd him here under the ribs.
Oth. 'Tis better as it is.
Iago. Nay, but he prated,
And spoke such scurvy, and provoking terms
That, with the little godliness I have,
you fast married ? for, be sure of this, Of here and every where. Straight satisfy yourself: That the magnifico is much beloved ; If she be in her chamber, or your house,
And hath, in his effect, a voice potential Let loose on me the justice of the state
As double as the duke's; he will divorce you; For thus deluding you.
Or pat upon you what restraint and grievance
The law (with all his might, to euforce it on,
Oth. Let him do his spite:
My services, which I have done the signiory, Light, I say ! light!
[Exie from above. Shall out-tongue his contplaints. "Tis yet to know, Iago. Farewel! for I mast leave you:
(Which, when I know that boasting is an honour, It seems not meet, nor wholesome to my place, I shall promulgate,) I fetch my life and being To be produc'd (as, if I stay, I shall,)
From men of royal siege; and my
l'or the sea's worth. But, look! what lights come To lead their business: in which regard,
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Enter Cassio, at a distance, and certain Officers | Oth. Hold your hands, with torches.
you of my inclining, and the rest : Iago. These are the raised father, and his friends: Were it my cue to fight, I should have known it You were best go in.
Without a prompter. - Where will you, that I go Oth. Not I: I must be found;
To answer this your charge ? My parts, my title, and my perfect soul,
Bra. To prison! till fit time Shall manifest me rightly. Is it they?
Of law, and course of direct session, kugo. By Janus, I think no.
Call thee to answer.
Whose messengers are here about my side,
Upon some present business of the state,
off. 'Tis true, most worthy signior, Oth. What is the matter, think you?
The duke's in council; and your noble self,
Bra. How! the duke in council!
In this time of the night!- Bring him away! This very night at one another's heels;
Mine's not an idle cause: the duke himself, And many of the consuls, rais’d, and met,
Or any of my brothers of the state, Are at the duke's already: you have been hotly call’d Cannot but feel this wrong, as 'twere their own : for:
For if such actions may have passage free, When, being not at your lodging to be found, Bond-slaves, and pagans, shall our statesmen be. The senate hath sent about three several quests,
(Exeunt. To search you out.
SCENE III. — The same. Oth. 'Tis well I am found by you.
A council-chamber. I will but spend a word here in the house,
The Duke and Senators, sitting at a table; OffiAnd go with you.
cers attending Cas. Ancient, what makes he here?
Duke. There is no composition in these news, Iago. ’Faith, he to-night hath boarded a land That gives them credit. carack;
| Sen. Indeed, they are disproportion'd; If it prove lawful prize, he's made for ever. My letters say, a hundred and seven gallies. Cas. I do not understand.
Duke. And mine, a hundred and forty. Iago. He's married.
2 Sen. And mine, two hundred: Cas. To who?
But though they jump not on a just account;
(As in these cases, where the aim reports, Iago. Marry, to — Come, captain, will you go? 'Tis oft with difference,) yet do they all confirm oik. Have with you.
A Turkish fleet, and bearing up to Cyprus. Cas. Here comes another troop to seek for yon. Duke. Nay, it is possible enough to judgment; Enter Beabantio, Rodenico, and Officers of night, do not so secure me in the error, with torches and weapons.
But the main article I. do approve
In fearful sense.
Sailor. (Within.) What ho! what ho! what ho! Oth. Holla! stand there!
Enter an Officer, with a Sailor. Rod. Signior, it is the Moor.
ofl. A messenger from the gallies. Bro. Down with him, thief!
Duke. Now? the business? [They draw on both sides. Sail. The Tarkish preparation makes for Rhodes; Iago. You, Roderigo! come, sir, I am for you. So was I bid report here to the state, Oth. Keep up your bright swords, for the dew will By signior Angelo. rust them.
Duke. How say you by this change?
By no assay of reason; 'tis a pageant, Bra. O thou foul thief, where hast thou stow'd my To keep us in false gaze. When we consider daughter ?
The importanoy of Cyprus to the Turk; Damn'd as thon art, thou hast enchanted her: And let ourselves again but understand, For I'll refer me to all things of sense,
That, as it more concerns the Turk than Rhodes, If she in chains of magic were not bound, So may he with more facile question bear it, Whether a maid - so tender, fair, and happy; For that it stands not in such warlike brace, So opposite to marriage, that she shunn'd But altogether lacks th' abilities The wealthy curled darlings of our nation, That Rhodes is dress’d, in:- if we make thought Would ever have, to incur a general mock,
of this, Run from her guardage to the sooty bosom We must not think, the Turk is so unskilfu}, Of such a thing as thou: to fear, not to delight. To leave that latest, which concerns him first; Judge me the world, if 'tis not gross in sense, Neglecting an attempt of ease, and gain, That thou hast practis'd on her with foul charms; To wake, and wage, a danger profitless. Abus'd her delicate youth with drugs or mineral, Duke. Nay, in all confidence, he's not for Rhodes. That waken'd motion :- I'll have it dispnted on; off. Here is more news. 'Tis probable, and palpable to thinking.
Enter a Messenger. I therefore apprehend and do attach thee,
Mess. The Ottomitos, reverend and gracions, For an abuser of the world, a practiser
Steering with due course toward the isle of Rhodes, Of arts inhibited and out of warrant:
Have there in jointed them with an after fleet. Lay hold upon him; if he do resist,
1 Sen: Ay, so I thought :- how many, as you guess ? Subdue bim at his peril.
Mess. Of thirty sail: and now do they, re-stem
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Their backward course, bearing with frank appear-Of years, of country, credit, every thing, -
To fall in love with what she fear'd to look on? Their purposes toward Cyprus. — Signior Montano, It is a judgment maim'd, and most imperfect, Your trusty and most valiaut servitor,
That will confess- perfection so could err With his free duty recommends you thus,
Against all rules of nature; and must be driven And prays you to believe him.
To find out practices of cuņning hell, Duke. 'Tis certain then for Cyprus,
Why this should be. I therefore vouch again, Marcus Lucchese, is he not in town?
That with some mixtures powerful o'er the bloed, 1 Sen. He's now in Florence.
Or with some dram conjur'd to this effect, Duke. Write from us; wish him post-post-haste; Ile wrought upon her. dispatch!
Duke. To vouch this, is no proof; 1 Sen. Here comes Brabantio, and the valiant Moor. Without more certain and more overt test, Enter BRABANTIO, Othelio, lago, Roderigo, and Than these thin habits and poor
Of modern seeming, do prefer against him.
Did you, by indirect and forced courses,
[To Brabantio. Or came it by request, and such fair question We lack'd your counsel and your help to-night. As soul to soul ailordeth ?
Bra. So did I yours: good your grace, pardon me! Oth. I do beseech you,
If you do fiud me foul in her report,
Duke. Fetch Desdemona hither!
Oth. Ancient, conduct them ; you best know the Bra. My daughter! 0, my daugliter!
place, - (Exeunt Iago and Attendant. Sen. Dead?
And, till she come, as truly as to heaven
I do confess the vices of my blood,
And she in mine.
Orh. Her father lov'd me; oft invited me;
That I have pass'd.
Wherein I spoke of most disastrous chances,
of moving accidents, by flood and field;
And sold to slavery; of my redemption thence,
And portance in my travels history: Duke. What, in your own part, can you say to this? Wherein of antres vast, and desarts idle
, [To Othello. Rough quarries, rocks, and hills whose heads touch Bra. Nothing, but this is so.
heaven, Oth. Most potent, grave, and reverend signiors, It was my hint to speak, such was the process; My very noble and approv'd good masters,
And of the Cannibals that each other eat, That I have ta'en away this old man's daughter, The Anthropophagi, and men whose heads It is most true; true, I have married her;
Do grow beneath their shoulders. These things toheer,
Would Desdemona seriously incline:
Took once a pliant hour; and found good meaus
And often did begnile her of her tears,
When I did speak of some distressful stroke,
In faith, 'twas strange, 'twas passing
strange ; Bra. A maiden never bold;
'Twas pitiful, 'twas wondrous pitiful: of spirit so still and quiet, that her motion:
She wish'd, she had not heard it; yet she wish’d, Blush'd at herself: and she, - in spite of nature, I That heaven had made her such a man: she thank'd me:
And bade me, if I had a friend that lov'd her, Hath made the flinty and steel couch of war
These present wars against the Ottomites.
Most humbly therefore bending to your state, Here comes the lady, let her witness it.
I crave fit disposition for my wife; Enter DESDEMONA, Jago, and Attendants. Due reference of place, and exhibition; Duke. I think, this tale would win my daughter with such accommodation, aud besort, too,
As levels with her breeding. Good Brabantio,
Duke. If you please, Take np this mangled matter at the best :
Be't at her father's. Men do their broken weapons rather use,
Bra. I'll not have it so. Than their bare hands.
Oth. Nor J. Bra. I pray you, hear her speak!
Dès. Nor I; I would not there reside, If she confess, that she was half the wooer,
To put my father in impatient thoughts,
By being in his eye. Most gracious duke,
To assist my simpleness.
Duke. What would you, Desdemona ? I do perceive here a divided duty :
Des. That I did love the Moor to live with him ; To you, I am bound for life, and education;
Ny downright violence and storm of fortunes My life, and education, both do learn me
Míay trumpet to the world; my heart's subdued How to respect you; you are the lord of duty, I am hitherto your daughter : but here's my husband ;
Even to the very quality of my lord : And so much duty as my mother show'd
I saw Othello's visage in his mind;
And to his honours and his valiant parts,
Did I my soul and fortunes consecrate.
So that, dear lords, if I be left behind, Due to the Moor, my lord.
A moth of peace, and he go to the war, Bra. God be with you! - I have done!
The rites, for which I love him, are bereft me, Please it your grace, on to the state allairs; I had rather to adopt a child, than get it.
And I a heavy interim shall support Come hither, Moor!
By his dear absence! Let me go with him! I here do give thee that with all my heart,
Oth. Your voices, lords !- 'beseech you, let her will Which, but thou hast already, with all my heart
Have a free way, I would keep from thee. – For your sake, jewel,
Vouch with me, heaven! therefore beg it not, I am glad at soul I have no other child ;
To please the palate of my appetite; l'or thy escape would teach me tyranny,
Nor to comply with heat, the young affects, To hang clogs on them. - I have done, my lord ! In my distinct and proper satisfaction ; Duke. Let me speak like yourself; and lay a sen- But to be free and bounteous to her mind: tence,
And leaven defend your good sonls, that you think Which, as a grise, or step, may help these lovers
I will your serious and great business scant, Into your favour.
For she is with me. No, when light-wing’d toys When remedies are past, the griefs are ended, Of feather’d Cupid seel with wanton dulnes By seeing the worst, which late on hopes depended. My speculative and active instruments, To mourn a mischief, that is past and gone,
That my disports corrupt and taint my business, Is the next way to draw new mischief on.
Let housewives make a skillet of my helm, What cannot be preserv'd when fortune takes, And all indign and base adversities, Patience her injury a mockery makes.
Nake head against my
estimation! The robb’d, that smiles, steals something from the Duke. Be it as you shall privately determine, thief;
Either for her stay, or going: the affair cries-haste, He robs himself, that spends a bootless grief. And speed must answer it: you must hence to-night!
Bra. So let the Turk of Cyprus us beguile; Des. To-night, my lord ?
Duke. This night.
With such things else of quality and respect, Being strong on both sides, are equivocal: As doth import you. But words are words ; I never yet did hear, Oth. Please your grace, my ancient! That the bruis'd heart was pierced though the ear. A man he is of honesty, and trust; I humbly beseech you, proceed to the all'airs of state. To his conveyance I assign my wife, Duke. The Turk with a most mighty preparation With what else necdful your good grace shall think makes for Cyprus.
Othello, the fortitude of the To be sent after me. place is best known to you: and though we have Duke. Let it be so ! there a substitute of most allowed sufficiency, yet Good night to every one! — And, noble signior, opinion, a sovereign mistress of effects, throws a
[To Brabantio. more safer voice on you;you must therefore be content If virtue no delighted beauty lack, . to slubber the gloss of your new fortunes with this Your son-in-law is far more fair than black. more stubborn and boisterous expedition.
1 Sen. Adieu, brave Moor! use Desdemona well! Oth. The tyraut custom, most grave senators,
Bra. Look to her, Moor; have a quick eye to see;
She has deceiv'd her father, and may thee.
Rod. Wilt thou be fast to my hopes, if I depend
- I have told thee often, and I re-tell thee again I pry'thee, let thy wife attend on her;
and again, I hate the Moor. My cause is hearted; And bring them after in the best advantage. thine hath no less reason. Let us be conjunctive in Come, Desdemona! I have but an hour
our revenge against him: if thou canst cuckold him, Of love, of worldly matters and direction, thou dost thyself a pleasure, and me a sport. There To spend with thee: we must obey the time. are many events in the womb of time, which wil
(Exeunt Othello and Desdemona. be delivered. Traverse! go ! provide thy money! We Rod. lago!
will have more of this to-morrow, Adieu ! lago. What say'st thou, noble heart?
Rod. Where shall we meet i'the morning? Rod. What will I do, thinkest thou?
Iago. At my lodging. lago. Why, go to bed, and sleep!
Rod. l'll be with thee betimes. Rod. I will incontinently drown myself.
Iago. Go to ! farewell! Do you hear, Roderigo? Iago. Well, if thou dost, I shall never love thee Rod. What say you? after it. Why, thou silly gentleman!
Iago. No more of drowning, do you hear. Rod. It is silliness to live, when to live is a tor- Rod. I am changed. I'll sell all my land. ment: and then have we a prescription to die, when Iago. Go to ! farewell ! put money enough in your death is our physician.
Rod. What should I do ? I confess, it is my shame But I, for mere suspicion in that kind,
The better shall my purpose work on him. thus, or thus. Our bodies are our gardens; to the Cassio’s a proper man. Let me see now; which, our wills are pardeners : so that if we will To get his place, and to plume up my will;
A double knavery,
How? how? — Let me see! plant nettles, or sow lettuce ; set hyssop, and weed up thyme; supply it with one gender of herbs,
After some time, to abuse Othello's car, distract it with many; either to have it steril with that he is too familiar with his wife: idleness, or manured with industry; why, the
He hath a person, and a smooth dispose, and corrigible authority of this lies in our wills. If To be suspected; fram'd to make women false. the balance of our lives had not one scale of reason that thinks men honest, that but seem to be so;
The Moor is of a free and open nature, to poise another of sensuality, the blood and baseness of our natures would conduct us to most preposterous
And will as tenderly be led by th' nose, conclusions: but we have reason to cool our raging As asses are: motions, our carnal stings, our unbitted Justs; Must bring this moustrous birth to the world's light.
I have't; – it is engender'd. Hell and night
Rod. It cannot be.
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form. me thy friend, and I confess me knit to thy deserving Enter Montano and two Gentlemen. with cables of perdurable toughness; I could never Mon. What from the cape can you discern at seg
? better stead thee than now. Put money in thy purse; 1 Gent. Nothing at all: it is a high-wrought food; follow these wars; defeat thy favour with an usurped I cannot, 'twist the heaven and the main, beard; I say, put money in thy purse. It cannot be, Descry a sail. that Desdemona should long continue her love to Mon. Methinks the wind hath spoke aloud s the Moor, — put money in thy purse;
nor he his
land; to her: it was a violent commencement, and thou A fuller blast ne'er shook our battlements : shalt see an answerable sequestration; put but If it hath ruffian'd so upon the sea, money in thy purse. - These Moors are changeable What ribs of oak, when mountains inelt on them, in their wills; fill thy, purse with money: the can hold the mortise? what shall we hear of this? food, that to him now is as lascious as locusts, 2 Gent. A segregation of the Turkish fleet: shall be to him shortly as bitter as coloquintida. For do but stand upon the foaming shore, She must change for youth: when she is sated with The chiding billow seems to pelt the clouds; his body, she will find the error of her choice. The wind-shak’d surge, with high and monstrous She must have change, she must: therefore pot money main, in thy purse. - If thou wilt needs damo thyself
, do Seems to cast water on the burning bear, it a more delicate way than drowning. Make all the And quench the guards of th' ever-fired pole: money thou canst. If sanctimony and a frail vow, I never did like molestation view betwixt an erring barbarian and a supersubtle Ve- On the enchafed flood. be
If that Turkish fleet tribe" of hell
, thou shalt enjoy her; therefore make be not inshelter'd and “embay'd, they are drowa'di money. A pox of drowning thyself! it is clean out It is impossible they bear it ont. of the way: seek thon rather to be hanged in compas
Enter a third Gentleman. sing thy joy, than to be drowned and go without her.' 3 Gent. News, lords ! our wars are done;