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The desperate tempest hath so bang'd the Turks, Make love's quick pants in Desdemona's arms, That their designment halts. A noble ship of Venice Give renew'd fire to our extincted spirits, Hath seen a grievous wreck and sufferance And bring all Cyprus comfort! - 0, behold, On most part of their fleet.

Enter Desdemona, Emilia, lago, Roderigo, and Mon. How! is this true?

Attendants. 8 Gent. The ship is here put in,

The riches of the ship is come on shore ! A Veronese; Michael Cassio,

Ye men of Cyprus, let her have your knees:Lieutenant to the warlike Moor, Othello,

Hail to thee, lady! and the grace of heaven,
Is come on shore: the Moor himself's at sea, Before, behind thee, and on every hand,
And is in full commission here for Cyprus.

Enwheel thee round!
Mon. I am glad on't; 'tis a worthy governor. Des. I thank you, valiant Cassio!
3 Gent. But this same Cassio, - though he speak What tidings can you tell me of my lord?
of comfort,

Cas. He is not yet arriv'd ; nor know I aught Touching the Turkish loss, – yet he looks sadly, But that he's well, and will be shortly here. And prays the Moor be safe ; for they were parted Des. 0, but I fear; – how lost you company? With foul and violent tempest.

Cus. The great contention of the sea and skics Mon. 'Pray heaven he be;

Parted our fellowship: but, hark! a sail! For I have serv'd him, and the man commands"

[Cry within, A sail, a sail! Then guns heard. Like a full soldier. Let's to the sea-side, ho! 2 Gent. They give their greeting to the citadel; As well to see the vessel that's come in,

This likewise is a friend. As throw out our eyes for brave Othello;

Cas. See for the news !- [Exit Gentleman. Even till we make the main, and the aerial blue, Good ancient, you are welcome! Welcome, misAn indistinct regard.

tress! 3 Gent. Come, let's do so!

Let it not gall your patience, good Jago, For every minute is expectancy

That I extend my manners; 'tis my breeding
Of more arrivance.

That gives me this bold show of courtesy.
Enter Cassio.

(Kissing her.
Cas. Thanks to the valiant of this warlike isle, Iago. Sir, would she give you so much of her lips,
That so approve the Moor; 0, let the heavens As of her tongue she oft bestows on me,
Give him defence against the elements,

You'd have enough.
For I have lost him on a dangerous sea !

Des. Alas, she has no speech.
Mon. Is he well shipp'd ?

Iago. In faith, too much;
Cas. His bark is stoutly timber'd, and his pilot I find it still, when I have list to sleep :
Of very expert and approv'd allowance;

Marry, before your ladyship, I grant,
Therefore my hopes, not surfeited to death, She puts her tongue a little in her heart,
Stand in bold cure.

And chides with thinking.
[Within.) A sail, a sail, a sail !

Emil. You have little cause to say so.
Enter another Gentleman.

Iago. Come on, come on! you are pictures out of
Cas. What noise?

doors, 4 Gent. The town is empty; on the brow o'the Bells in your parlours, wild cats in your kitchens,

Saints in your injuries, devils being offended,
Stand ranks of people, and they cry- a sail ! Players in your housewifery, and housewives in your
Cas. My hopes do shape him for the governor.

2 Gent. They do discharge their shot of courtesy: Des. O, fie, upon thee, slanderer!

(Guns heard. Iago. Nay, is true, or else I am a Turk; Our friends, at least.

You rise to play, and go to bed to work.
Cas. I pray you, sir, go forth,

Emil. You shall not write my praise.
And give us truth who 'tis that is arriv'd!

Iago. No, let me not! 2 Gent. I shall.

[Exit. Des. What wouldst thou write of me, if thou Mon. But, good lieutenant, is your general wiv'd? should'st praise me? Cas. Most fortunately; he hath achiev'd a maid, Iago. O, gentle lady, do not put me to't; That paragons description, and wild fame; For I am nothing, if not critical. One, that excels the quirks of blazoning pens, Des. Come on, assay! - There's one gone to the And in the essential vesture of creation,

Does bear all excellency. – How now? who has put Iago. Ay, madam!
in ?

Des. I am not merry; but I do beguile
Re-enter second Gentleman.

The thing I am, by seeming otherwise. —
2 Gent. 'Tis one Iago, ancient to the general. Come, how would'st thou praise me?
Cus. He has had most favourable and happy speed: Iago. I am about it; but, indeed, my invention
Tempests themselves, high seas, and howling winds, Comes from my pate, as birdlime does from frize,
The gutter'd rocks, and congregated sands, – It plucks out brains and all; but my musela-
Traitors ensteep'd to clog the guiltless keel,

bours, As having sense of beauty, do omit

And thus she is deliver'd. Their mortal natures, letting go safely by

If she be fair and wise, - fairness and wit,
The divine Desdemona.

The one's for use, the other useth it.
Mon. What is she?

Des. Well praised! How if she be black and witty? Cas. She, that I spake of, our great captain's cap- Iago. If she be black, and thereto have a wit, tain,

She'll find a white, that shall her blackness fit. Left in the conduct of the bold lago;

Des. Worse and worse. Whose footing here anticipates our thoughts, Emil. How, if fair and foolish? A se'nnight's speed. – Great Jove, Othello guard, Iago. She never yet was foolish that was fair; And swell his sail with thine own powerful breath : For ever her folly help'd her to an heir. That he may bless this bay with his tall ship, Des. These are old fond paradoxes, to make fools


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laugh i'the alehouse. What miserable praise hast Honey, you shall be well desir'd in Cyprus, thou for her that's foul and foolish?

I have found great love amongst them. O my sweet, Iago. There's none so foul, and foolish thereunto, I prattle out of fashion, and I dote But does foul pranks, which fair and wise ones do. In mine own comforts. - I pr’ythee, good lago, Des. O heavy ignorance !- thou praisest the worst Go to the bay, and disembark my coffers : best. But what praise could'st thou bestow on a Bring thou the master to the citadel; deserving woman indeed ? one, that, in the author- He is a good one, and his worthriness ity of her merit, did justly put on the vouch of Does challenge much respect. — Come, Desdemona, very malice itself?

One more well met at Cyprus! lago. She that was ever fair, and never proud;

[Exeunt Othello, Desdemona, and AbendHad tongue at will, and yet was never loud; Never lack'd gold, and yet went never gay,

Iago. Do thou meet me presently at the harbour. Fled from her wish, and yet said,

, - now I may; Come hither! If thou be'st valiant, as they say, base She, that, being anger'd, her revenge being nigh, men, being in love, have then a nobility in their naBade her wrong stay, and her displeasure fly; tures more then is native to them, - list me! The She, that in wisdom never was so frail,

lieutenant to-night watches on the court of guard

To change the cod's head for the salmon's tail; - First, I must tell thee this-Desdemona is directly
She, that could think, and ne'er disclose her mind, in love with him.
See suitors following, and not look behind; Rod. With him! why 'tis not possible !
She was a wight, - if ever such wight were, lago. Lay thy finger-thus, and let thy soul be it-
Des. To do what?

structed. Mark me with what violence she first Iago. To suckle fools, and chronicle small beer. loved the Moor, but for bragging, and telling her farDes. O most lame and impotent conclusion ! tastical lies: and will she love him still for prating? Do not learn of him, Emilia, though he be thy husband. let not thy discreet heart think it. Her eye must be - How say you, Cassio ? is he not a most profane fed; and what delight shall she have to look on the and liberal counsellor ?

devil? When the blood is made doll with the act Cas. He speaks home, madam; you may relish him of sport, there should be,-again to inflame it

, and more in the soldier, than in the scholar. Iago. [Aside.) He takes her by the palm. Ay, well sympathy in years, manners, and beauties ; all which

to give satiety a fresh appetite, - loveliness in favour; said, whisper: with as little a web as this, will I the Moor is defective in. Now, for want of these aoensnare as great a fly as Cassio. Ay, smile upon her, quired conveniences, her delicate tenderness will do; I will gyve thee in thine own courtship. You find itself abused, begin to heave the gorge, disrelish say true; 'tis so, indeed! if such tricks as these and abhor the Moor; very nature will instruct her strip you out of your lieutenantry, it had been better in it, and compel her to some secoud choice. Now, you had not kissed your three fingers so oft, which sir, this granted, (as it is a most pregnant aud etnow again you are most apt to play the sir in. Very forced position,) who stands so eminently in the degood; well kissed! and excellent courtesy! 'tis so, gree of this fortune, as Cassio does ? a koave very indeed! Yet again your fingers to your lips? would, voluble; no further conscionable, than in pulthey were clyster-pipes for your sake! -[Trumpet.] ting on the mere form of civil and humane seemThe Moor, I know his trumpet !

iog, for the better compassing of his salt and most Cas. 'Tis truly so.

hidden loose affection ? 'why,

node; why, none. A Des. Let's meet him, and receive him.

slippery and subtle knave; a fioder out of occasions; Cas. Lo, where he comes !

that has an eye can stamp and counterfeit advantages, Enter OTHELLO, and Attendants. though true advantage never presentitself: a devilish Oth. O my fair warrior!

knave! besides, the kvave is handsome, young; Des. My dear Othello!

hath all those requisites in him, that folly and
Oth. It gives me wonder, great as my content, green minds look alter. A pestilent complete kwart;
To see you here before me. O my soul's joy! and the woman hath found him already.
If after every tempest come such calms,

Rod. I cannot believe that in her; she is full of
May the winds blow till they have waken'd death! most blessed condition.
And let the labouring bark climb hills of seas, Iago. Blessed fig's end! the wine she drinks is niade
Olympus-high; and duck again as low,

of grapes : if she had been blessed , she would As hell's from heaven! If it were now to die, never have loved the Moor; blessed pudding! Didst 'Twere now to be most happy; for, I fear, thou not see her paddle with the palm of his hand? My soul hath her content so absolute,

didst not mark that? That not another comfort like to this

Rod. Yes, that I did; but that was bat courtesy. Succeeds in unknown fate.

Iago. Lechery, by this hand ; an index, and obscare Des. The heavens forbid,

prologue to the history of lust and foul thoughts

, But that our loves and comforts should increase, They met so near with their lips, that their breath Even as our days do grow!

embraced together. Villainous thoughts, Roderigo

! Oth. Amen to that, sweet powers!

when these mutualities so marshal the way, hard at I cannot speak enough of this content,

hand comes the master and main exercise, the incorIt stops me here : it is too much of joy:

porate conclusion. Pish!- But, sir, be you ruled by And this, and this, the greatest discords be,

me: I have brought you from Venice. 'Watch you

(Kissing her. to-night; for the command, I'll Jay't upon you: Casa That e'er our hearts shall make!

sio knows you not; - I'll not be far from you : do you Iago. O, you are well tun'd now!

find some occasion to anger Cassio, either by speak But I'll set down the pegs that make this music, ing too loud, or tainting his discipline; or from what As honest, as I am.

{Aside. other course you please, which the time shall more Oth. Come, let's to the castle.

favourably minister. News, friends! our wars are done, the Tarks are Rod. Well. drown'd.

Iago. Sir, he is rash, and very sudden in choler; How do our old acquaintance of this isle?

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Provoke him, that he may: for, even out of that, will I

Enter Taco, cause these of Cyprus to mutiny; whose qualification Cas. Welcome, Iago! We must to the watch. shall come into no true taste again,but by the displant- Iago Not this hour, lieutenant; 'tis not yet ten ting of Cassio.So shall you have a shorter journey to o'clock: our general cast us thus early, for the love your desires, by the means I shall then have to prefer of his Desdemona, whom let us not therefore blame; hem; and the impediment most profitably removed, he hath not yet made wanton the night with her: without the which there were no expectation of our and she is sport for Jove. prosperity.

Cas. She's a most exquisite lady. Rod. I will do this, if I can bring it to any op- Iago. And, I'll warrant her, full of game. portunity.

Cus. Indeed, she is a most fresh and delicate creature. lago. I warrant thee! Meet me by and by at the lago. What an eye she has ! methinks it sounds a citadel: I must fetch his necessaries ashore. Fare-parley of provocation. well!

Cas. An inviting eye; and yet, methinks, right Rod. Adieu !

Exit. modest. Iago. That Cassio loves her, I do well believe it; Iago. And, when she speaks, is it not an alarm to That she loves him, 'tis apt, and of great credit: love? The Moor-howbeit that I endure him not,

Cas. She is, indeed, perfection! Is of a constant, loving, noble nature;

Iago. Well, happiness to their sheets! Come, lieuAnd, I dare think, he'll prove to Desdemona tenant, I have a stoop of wine; and here without are A most dear husband. Now I do love her too; a brace of Cyprus gallants, that would fain have a Not out of absolute last, (though, peradventure, measure to the health of the black Othello. I stand accountant for as great a sin,)

Cas. Not to-night, good lago! I have very poor But partly led to diet my revenge,

and unhappy brains for drinking: I could well wish For that I do suspect the lusty Moor

courtesy would invent some other custom of enterHath leap'd into my seat: the thought whereof tainment. Doth, like a poisonous miucral, gnaw my inwards ; Iago. 0 , they are our friends; but one cup: I'll And nothing can or shall content my soul,

drink for you. Till I am eren with him, wife for wife:

Cus. I have drunk but one cup to-night, and that Or, failing so, yet that I put the Moor

was craftily qualified too, and, behold , what inAt least into a jealousy so strong,

novation it makes here : I am unfortunate in the inThat judgment cannot cure. Which thing to do, - firmity,and dare not task my weakness with any more. If this poor trash of Venice, whom I trash

Iago. What man ! 'tis a night of revels; the galFor his quick hunting, stand the putting on,

lants desire it. I'll have our Michael Cassiơ on the hip ;

Cas. Where are they ? Abuse him to the Moor in the rank garb, –

Iago. Here at the door; I pray you, call them in! For I fear Cassio with my night-cap too ;

Cas. I'll do't: but it dislikes me. (Exit Cassio. Make the Moor thank me, love me, and reward me, Iago. If I can fasten but one cup upon him, For making him egregiously an ass,

With that which he hath drunk to-night already, And practising npon his peace and quiet

He'll be as follof quarrel and offence Eveu to madness. 'Tis here, but yet confused; As my young mistress' dog. Now, my sick fool, RoKnavery's plain face is never seen, till us’d. (Exit. derigo,

Whom love has turn'd almost the wrong side outSCENE IT. – A Street.

ward, Enter a Herald, with a proclamation; People fol4 To Desdemona hath to-night carous'd lowing:

Potations pottle deep; and he's to watch: Her. It is Othello's pleasure, our noble and valiant Three lads of Cyprus, – noble swelling spirits, general, that, upon certain tidings now arrived, im- That hold their honours in a wary distance, porting the mere perdition of the Turkish fleet, every The very elements of this warlike isle, man put himself into triumph; some to dance, some to Have I to-night fluster'd with flowing cups, make bonfires,each man to what sport and revels his And they watch too. Now, 'mongst this flock of addiction leads him; for, besides these beneficial news, drunkards, it is the celebration of his nuptials. So much was his Am I to put our Cassio in some action pleasure should be proclaimed. All offices are open; That may offend the isle. But here they come: and there is full liberty of feasting, from this pre- If consequence do but approve my dream, sent hour of five, till the bell hath told eleven. Heaven My boat sails freely, both with wind and stream. bless the isle of Cyprus, and our noble general, Re-enter Cassio, with him Montano and Centlemen. Othello!

[Exeunt. Cas. 'Fore heaven, they have given me a rouse al

ready! SCENE III. - A hall in the castle.

Mon. Good faith, a little one; not past a pint, as Enter OTHELLO, Desdemona, Cassio, and Attendants. I am a soldier.

Oth. Good Michael, look you to the guard to-night: Iago. Some wine, ho;
Let's teach ourselves that honourable stop,

And let me the canakin clink, clink; (Sings. Not to outsport discretion.

And let me the canakin clink :
Cas. Iago hath direction what to do;

A soldier's a man;
But, notwithstanding, with my personal eye
Will I look to't.

As life's but a span;
Oth. Iago is most honest.

Why then, let a soldier drink. Michael, good night! To-morrow, with our earliest, Some wine, boys !

(Wine brought in. Let me have speech with you!-Come, my dear love! Cas. 'Fore heaven, an excellent song! The purchase made, the fruits are to ensne; Iago. I learned it in England, where (indeed)

[To Desdemona. they are most potent in potting: your Dane, your That profit's yet to come 'twixt me and yon.- German, and your swag-bellied Hollander,-Drink, Good night.!

(Exeunt Oth. Des. and Attend. lho!-are nothing to your English.

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Cas. Is your Englishman so expert in his drinking?| Mon. What's the matter, lientenant?
lago. Why, he drinks you, with facility, your Cas. A knave! – teach me my daty!
Dane dead drunk; he sweats not to overthrow your I'll beat the knave into a twiggen bottle.
Almain; he gives your Hollander a vomit, ore the Rod. Beat me !
pext pottle can be filled.

Cas. Dost thou prate, rogue? (Striking Roderige.
Cas. To the health of our general !

Mon. Nay, good lieutenant! (Staying his · Blon. I am for it, lieutenant; and I'll do you justice. I pray you, sir, hold.

hand! lago. O sweet England !

Cas. Let me go, sir,
King Stephen was a worthy peer,

Or l'll knock you oe'r the mazzard !
His breeches cost him but a crown;

Mon. Come, come, you're drunk !
He held them sixpence all too dear,

Cas. Drunk!

(They figli With that he call'd the tailor -Lown. Iago. Away, I say! go out, and cry-amutiny.

(Aside to Rod. who goes out. He was a wight of high renown,

Nay, good lieutenant, - alas, gentlemen, -
And thou art but of low degree:

Help, ho!- Lieutenant, — sir, Montano, -sir! – 'Tis pride that pulls the country down,

Help, masters! - Here's a goodly watch, indeed!
Then take thine auld cloak about thee.
Some wine, ho!

Whose that that rings the bell? - Diablo, ho! Cas. Why, this is a more exquisite song, than the The town will rise: God's will, lieutenant! bold! other.

You will be sham'd for ever.
Iago. Will

hear it again?

Enter OrHello and Attendants.
Cas. No; for I hold him to be unworthy of his Oth. What is the matter here?
place, that does those things. — Well, - Heaven's Mon. I bleed still, I am hurt to the death; -he dia
above all, and there be souls that must be saved, Oth. Hold, for your lives.
and there be souls must not be saved.

Iago. Hold, hold, lieutenant ! - sir, Montana, – Iago. It's true, good lieutenant!

gentlemen, Cas. For mine own part, — no offence to the ge- Have you forgot all sense of place and duty? neral

, nor any man of quality, - I hope to be saved. Hold, ħold! the general speaks to yon; hold, for shame Iago. And so do I too, lieutenant !

Oth. Why, how now, ho! from whence ariseth this? Cas. Ay, but, by your leave, not before me; the Are we turn’d Turks; and to ourselves do that, lieutenant is to be saved before the ancient. Let's Which heaven hath forbid the Ottomites ? have no more of this; let's to our atlairs !- For- for christian shame, put by this barbarons brawl: give us our sins! - Gentlemen, let's look to our bu- He, that stirs next to carve for his own rage, sioess. Do not think, gentlemen, I am drunk; this Holds his soul light; he dies upon his motion. – is my ancient; - this is my right hand, and this is Silence that dreadful bell, it frights the isle my left hand :- I am not drunk now; I can stand well From her propriety.--- What is the matter, master? enough, and speak well enough.

Honest Iago, that look'st dead with grieving, All. Excellent well!

Speak, who began this? on thy love I charge thee! Cas. Why, very well, then : you most not think Iago. I do not know; -- friends all but now, eta then that I am drunk.


Mon. To the platform, masters! come, let's set In quarter, and in terms like bride and groom
the watch !

Divesting them for bed: and then, but now,
Iago. You see this fellow that is gone before; --|(As if some planet had unwitted men,)
He is a soldier, fit to stand by Caesar

Swords ont, and tilting one at other's breast,
And give direction; and do but see his vice; In opposition bloody. I cannot speak
'Tis to his virtue a just equinox,

Any beginning to this peevish odds; The one as long, as th' other: 'tis pity of him. And ’would in action glorious I had lost I fear, the trust Othello puts him in,

These legs, that brought me to a part On some odd time of his infirmity,

Oth. How comes it, Michael, you are thus forzoe

? Will shake this island.

Cas. I pray you, pardon me, I cannot speal!
Mon. But is he often thus ?

Oth. Worthy Montano, you were wont be civil;
Iago. 'Tis evermore the prologue to his sleep: The gravity and stillness of your youth
He'll watch the horologe a double set,

The world hath noted, and your name is great
If drink rock not his cradle.

In mouths of wisest censure. What's the matter, Mon. It were well,

That you uplace your reputation thus, The general were put in mind of it.

And spend your rich opinion, for the name Perhaps, he sees it not; or his good nature Of a night-brawler? give me answer to it! Prizes the virtue that appears in Cassio,

Mon. Worthy Othello, I am hurt do danger;
And looks pot on his evils: is not this true ?

Your officer, lago, can inform you -
Enter Roderigo.

While I spare speech, which something now oflends
Iago. How now, Roderigo ?


I pray you, after the lieutenant; go![Exit Roderigo. of all that I do know: nor know I aught
Mon. And 'tis great pity, that the noble Moor By me that's said or done amiss this night;
Should hazard such a place, as his own second, Unless self-charity be sometime a vice;
With one of an ingraft infirmity :

And to defend ourselves it be a sin,
It were an honest action, to say

When violence assails us. So to the Moor.

Oth. Now, by heaven,
Iago. Noi I, for this fair island :

My blood begins my safer guides to rule;
I do love Cassio well, and would do mnch
To cure him of this evil. But hark! what noise? Assays to lead the way. If I once stir,

And passiou, having my best jndgment collied,
[Cry within, - Help!help! Or do but lift this arm, the best of you
Re-enter Cassio, driving in RODERIGO. Shall sink in my rebuke. Give me to know
Cas. You rogue: you rascal!

How this foul rout began, who set it on;

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And he that is approp'd in this offence,

so good a commander, with so slight, so drunken,
Though he had twinn'd with me, both at a birth, and so indiscreet an officer. Drunk? and speak par-
Shall lose me. What! in a town of war, rot? and squabble? swagger? swear? and discourse
Yet wild, the people's hearts brimful of fear, fustian with one's own shadow ?-0 thou invisible
To manage private and domestic quarrel, spirit of wine, if thou hast no name to be known
In night, and on the court and guard of safety! by, let us call thee – devil!
'Tis monstrous ! - Iago, who began it?

Iugo. What was he that you followed with your
Mon. If partially afhin'd, or leagu'd in office, sword? What had he done to you?
Thou dost deliver more or less than truth,

Cas. I know not.
Thou art no soldier.

Iugo. Is it possible?
Iago. Touch me not so near:

Cas. I remember a mass of things, but nothing I had rather have this tongue cut from my mouth, distinctly; a quarrel, but nothing wherefore. – 0, Than it should do offence to Michael Cassio; that men should put an enemy in their mouths, to Yet, I persuade myself, to speak the truth steal away their brains! that we should, with joy, Shall nothing wrong him. — Thus it is, general! revel, pleasure, and applause, transform ourselves Montano and myself being in speech,

into beasts! There comes a fellow crying out for help;

Tago. Why, but you are now well enough: how And Cassio following him with determin'd sword, came you thus recovered ? To execute upon him. Sir, this gentleman

('as. It hath pleased the devil, drunkenness, to Steps in to Cassio, and entreats his pause; give place to the devil, wrath: one imperfectness Myself the crying fellow did pursue,

shows me another, to make me frankly despise J.est, by his clamour, (as it so fell out)

myself. The town might fall in fright: he, swift of foot, Jago. Come, you are too severe a moraler. As the Outran my purpose; and I return'd the rather time, the place, and the condition of this country For that I heard the clink and fall of swords stands, I could heartily wish this had not befallen; And Cassio high in oath ; which, till to-night, but since it is as it is, mend it for your own good. I ne'er might say before. When I came back, Cas. I will ask him for my place again; he shall (For this was brief,) I found them close together, tell me, I am a. drunkard! Had I as many mouths Àt blow and thrust; even as again they were, as Hydra, such an answer would stop them all! To When you yourself did part them.

be now a sensible man, by and by a fool, and preMore of this matter can I not report:

sently a beast ! O strange! – Every inordinate cup is But men are men; the best sometimes forget: unblessed, and the ingredient is a devil. Though Cassio did some little wrong to him,- Iago. Come, come, good wine is a good familiar As men in rage strike those that wish them best, creature, if it be well used; exclaim no more against Yet, surely, Cassio, I believe, receiv'd,

it. And, good lieutenant, I think, you think I love you. From him that fled, some strange indignity, Cas. I have well approved it, sir !—I drunk! Which patience could not pass.

Iago. You, or any man living, may be drunk at Oth. I know, Iago,

some time, man! I'll tell you what


shall do. Thy honesty and love doth mince this matter, Our general's wife is now the general :- I may say so Making it light to Cassio. — Cassio, I love thee; in this respect, for that he hath devoted and given But never more be officer of mine.

up himself to the contemplation, mark, and denoteEnter Desdemona, attended.

ment of her parts and graces :

confess yourself Look, if my gentle love be not rais'd up ;.— freely to her; importune her; she'll help to put I'll make thec an example.

you in your place again: she is of so free, so kind, Des. What's the matter, dear?

so apt, so blessed a disposition, that she holds it a Oth. All's, well now, sweeting; come away to bed !vice in her goodness, not to do more, than she is Sir, for your hurts,

requested. This broken joint, between you and her Myself will be your surgeon: lead him off! husband, entreat her to splinter; and, my fortunes

[To Montano, who is led off. against any lay worth naming, this crack of your lago, look with care about the town;

love shall grow stronger, than it was before.. And silence those whom this vile brawl distracted.- Cus. You advise me well. Come, Desdemona! 'tis the soldiers' life,

Iago. I protest, in the sincerity of love, and honest To have their balmy. slumbers wak'd with strife. kinduess.

[Exeunt all but Iago and Cassio. Cas. I think it freely; and, betimes in the mornJago. What, are you hurt, lieutenaut?

ing, I will beseech the virtuous Desdemona to unCas. Ay, past all surgery:

dertake for me: I am desperate of my fortunes, if Iago. Marry, heaven forbid !

they check me here. Cas. Reputation, reputation, reputation! 0, I have lago. You are in the right. Good-night, lieu tenlost my reputation! I have lost the immortal part, ant? I must to the watch. sir, of myself, and what remains is bestial!— My Cas. Good-night, honest Iago! [Exit Cassio. reputation, lago, my reputation !

lago. And what's he then, that says, “I play the Iago. As I am an honest man, I thought you had villain? received some bodily wound; there is more offence When this advice is free, I give, and honest, in that, than in reputation. Reputation is an idle Probul to thinking, and (indeed) the course and most false imposition; oft got without merit, To win the Moor again? For 'tis most easy and lost without deserving. You have lost no The inclining Desdemona to subdue reputation at all, unless you repute yourself such In any honest suit; she's fram’d as fruitful a loser. What, man! there are ways to recover the As the free elements. And then for her general again. You are but now cast in his mood, To win the Moo were't to renounce his baptism, a punishment more in policy than in malice; even All seals and symbols of redeemed sin, $0 as one would beat his oflenceless dog, to affright His soul is so enfetter'd to her love, an imperions lion: sue to him again, and he's yours. That she may make, unmake, do what she list, Cas. I will rather sue to be despised, than to deceive Even as her appetite shall play the god

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