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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 valiant 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 blood, 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; tle wrought upon her.

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, OTHELLO, lago, Roderigo, and Than these thin habits and poor likelihoods

of modern seeming, do prefer against him.
Duke. Valiant Othello, we must straight employ you 1 Sen. But, Othello, speak!
Against the general enemy Ottoman.

Did you, by indirect and forced courses,
I did not see you; welcoine, gentle signior! Subdue and poison this young maid's affections?

[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 allordeth?
Bra. So did I yours: good your grace, pardon me! Oth. I do beseech you,
Neither my place, nor aught I heard of business, Send for the lady to the Sagittary,
Hath rais'd me from my bed; nor doth the general And let her speak of me before her father:

If you do fivd me foul iu her report,
Take hold on me; for my particular grief The trust, the office, I do hold of you,
Is of so flood-gate and o’erbearing nature, Not only take away, but let your sentence
That it engluts and swallows other sorrows, Even fall upon my life.
And it is still itself.

Duke. Fetch Desdemona hither!
Duke. Why, what's the matter?

Oth. Ancient, conduct them ; you best know the Bra. My daughter! O, my daughter!


(Eseunt lago and Attendan.. Sen. Dead?

And, till she come, as truly as to heaven
Bra. Ay, to me;

I do confess the vices of my blood,
She is abus’d, stolen from me, and corrupted So justly to your grave ears I'll present
By spells and medicines bought of mountebanks : How I did thrive in this fair lady's love,
For nature so preposterously to err,

And she in mine.
Being not deficient, blind, or lame of sense, Duke. Say it, Othello!
Sans witchcraft could not --

Orh. Her father lov'd me; oft invited me;
Duke. Who’er he be, that, in this foul proceeding, Still question'd me the story of my life,
Hath thus beguild your daughter of herself, From year to year; the battles, sieges, fortanes,
And you of her, the bloody book of law

That I have pass’d.
You shall yourself read in the bitter letter, I ran it through, even from my boyish days,
After your own sense; yea, though our proper son to the very moment that he bade me tell it
Stood in your action.

Wherein I spoke of most disastrous chances,
Pra. Humbly I thank your grace !

Of moving accidents, by flood and field; Here is the man, this Moor; whom now, it seems, of hair-breadth scapes i'the imminent deadly breach; Your special mandate, for the state affairs, Of being taken by the insolent foe, Hath hither bronght.

And sold to slavery; of my redemption theace, Duke et Sen. We are very sorry for it.

And portance in my travels history: Duke. What, in your own part, can you say to this ? Wherein of autres vast, and desarts idle

(To Othello. Roagh quarries, rocks, and hills whose heads touch
Bra. Nothing, but this is so.

Oth. Most potent, grave, and reverend signiors, It was my bint 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 toheas,
The very head and front of my otlending Would Desdemona seriously incline:
Flatli this extent, no more. Rude am Iin my speech, But still the house atairs would draw her thence ;
And little bless’d with the set phrase of peace; Which ever as she could with baste dispatch,
l'or since these arms of mine had seven years' pith, She'd come again, and with a greedy ear
Till now, some nine moons wasted, they have us'd Devour up my discourse: which s observing,
Their dearest action in the tented field;

Took once a pliant hour; and found good meais
And little of this great world can I speak, To draw from her a prayer of earnest heart,
More than pertains to feats of broil and battle; That I would all my pilgrimage dilate,
And therefore little shall I grace my cause, Whereof by parcels she had something heard,
In speaking for myself: yet, by your gracious pa- But not intentively: I did consent;

And often did begnile her of her tears,
I will a round unvarnish'd tale deliver

When I did speak of some distressful stroke,

my whole course of love, what drugs, what charms. That my youth suffer’d. My story being doue,
What conjuration, and what mighty magic, She gave me for my paius a world of sighs :
(For such proceeding I am charg’d withal,)

In faith, 'twas strange, 'twas passing
I won his daughter with.

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'de Blush'd at herself: and shc, - in spite of nature, 1 That heaven had made her such a man: she thaak'd nie;

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And bade me, if I had a friend that lor'd her, Hath made the flinty and steel couch of war
I should but teach him how to tell my story, My thrice-driven bed of down: I do agnize
And that would woo her. Upon this hint, 1 spake: A natural and prompt alacrity,
She lov'd me for the dangers I had pass’d; I find in hardness; and do undertake
And I lov'd her, that she did pity them.

These present wars against the Ottomites.
This only is the witchcraft I have us'd;

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 Aliendants. Dne reference of place, and exhibition; Duke. I think, this tale would win my daughter with such accommodatiou, aud besort, too,

As levels with her breeding. Good Brabantio,

Duke. If you please, Take up 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, Destruction on my head, if my bad blame

By being in his eye. Most gracious duke, Light on the man !- Come hither, gentle mistress! To my unfolding lend a gracious ear; Do you perceive, in all this noble company, And let me find a charter in your voice, Where most you owe obedience?

To assist my simpleness. Des. My noble father,

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;
My life, and education, both do learn me

My downright violence and storm of fortunes
How to respect you; you are the lord of duty,

May trumpet to the world; my heart's subdued I am hitherto your daughter : but here's

Even to thie very quality of my lord : my husband;


saw Othello's visage in his mind; And so much duty as my mother show'd

Aud to his honours and his valiant parts,
To you, preferring you before her father,

Did I my soul and fortunes consecrate.
So much I challenge, that I may profess
Due to the Moor, my lord.

So that, dear lords, if I be left behind,
Bra. God be with you! - I have done!

A moth of peace, and he go to the war,

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 hçre 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; For 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:

And heaven defend your good souls, that yon 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’u Copid seel with wantop dulness
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 wlien fortune takes, And ill indign and base adversities Patience her injury a mockery makes.

Nake heud 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 atrair cries-haste, le robs himself, that spends a bootless grief. And speed must answer it: you must hence to-night!

Bru. So let the Turk of Cyprus us beguile; Des. To-night, my lord?
We lose it not, to long as we can smile.

Duke. This vight.
lie bears the sentence well, that pothing bears Oth. With all my heart.
But the free comfort, which from thence be hears : Duke. At nine i’zhe morving here we'll meet again.
But he bears both the sentence and the sorrow, Othello, leave some oliicer behind,
That, to pay grief, must of poor patience borrow, And he shall our commission bring to you;
These sentences, to sugar, or to gall,

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,

Oih. Please your grace, my ancient! That the bruis'd leart was pierced though the ear. A man he is of honesty, and trust; I humbly beseech you, proceed to the allairs of state. To his conveyance 1 assign my wife, Duke. The Turk with a most mighty preparation with what else necóful 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 Brabantia 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 we Oth. The tyraut custom, most grave senators,

Bra. Look to her, Moor; have a quick eye to s

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She has deceiv'd her father, and may thee.

Rod. Wilt thou be fast to my hopes, if I depend (Exeunt Duke, Senators, officers, etc. on the issue ? Oth. My life upon her faith!-- Honest lago, Iago. Thou art sure of me.

Go, make money! My Desdemona must I leave to thee;

- I have told thee often, and I re-tell thee agaia 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 ?

(Exeunt Othello and Desdemona. be delivered, Traverse! go! provide thy money! We Rod. Iago!

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. I'll be with thee betimes. Rod. I will incontinently drown myself.

lago. 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.


Exit Roderigo Iugo. O villainous! I have looked upon the world Thus do I ever make my


my purse: for four times seven years; and since I could distin- For I mine own gain'd knowledge should profane

, guish between a benefit and an injury, I never found If I would time expend with such a snipe, à mau that knew how to love himself. Ere I would But for my sport and profit. I hate the Moor; say, I would drown myself for the love of a Guinea- And it is thought abroad, that 'twist my

sheets hen, I would change my humanity with a baboon. He has done my offence: I know not ift be trae;

Rod. What should I do? I confess, it is my shame But I, for mere suspicion in that kind,
to be so fond; but it is not in virtue to amend it. Will do, as if for surety. He holds me well;
Iago. Virtue ? a fig! 'tis in ourselves, that we are

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 gardeners : 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

After some time, to abuse Othello's ear, up thyme; supply it with one gender of herbs, 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 power

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 I have't ;-it is engender’d.

As asses are. motions, our carpal stings, our unbitted lysts; Must bring this moustrous birth to the world's light.

-Hell and night whereof í take this, that you call — love, to be a sect, or scion. Rod. It cannot be.

А ст II. Iago. It is merely a lust of the blood, and a permission of the will ? Come, be a man! Drown thyself? SCENE I. – A sea-port town in Cyprus. A pisdrown cats, and blind puppies. I have professed

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 sex? better stead thee than now. Put money in thy purse; 1 Gent. Nothing at all: it is a high-wrought flood; follow these wars; defeat thy favour with an usurped I cannot, 'twixt 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 at 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 luscious 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 pat money main, in thy porse. - \f thou wilt needs damn thyself, do Seems to cast water on the burning bear, it a more delicate way than drowning. Mahe all the And quench the guards of th' ever-fixed 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. tribe of hell , thou shalt enjoy her; therefore make be not inshelter'd and embay'd

, they are drova'di money. A pox of drowning thyself! it is clean out It is impossible they bear it out. 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;

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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 grievons 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,
Js come on shore: the Moor himself's at sea, Before, behind thee, and on every hand,
And is in full commission here for Cyprus.

En wheel 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 arrivd; 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. O, 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.

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

(Guns heard. Iago. Nay, it 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 muse la-
Traitors eosteep'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 polish? 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 tond paradoxes, to make i





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 Briug thou the master to the citadel; deserving woman indeed ? one, that, in the author- He is a good one, and his worthiness ity of her merit, did justly put on the vouch of Does challenge much respect. — Come, Desdemesa, very malice itself?

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

(Exeunt Othello, Desdemona, and AttendHad 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! This 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 inDes. To do what?

structed. Mark me with what violence she has 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.

to give satiety a fresh appetite,_loveliness in favour; Iago. [-Aside.] He takes her by the palm. Ay, well sympathy in years, manners, and beauties ; all which 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 second choice. Now, you had not kissed your three fingers so oft, which sir, this granted, (as it is a most pregnant and ornow 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 kvave very indeed! Yet again your fingers to your lips? would, voluble; no further conscionable, than in pulthey were clyster-pipes for your site! -[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 coupterfeit advantages, Enter Othello, and Attendants. though true advantage never presentitself: a devilish Oth. O my fair warrior!

knave! besides, the kuave is handsome, young; and 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 pestileut complete kuase; 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 made Olympus-high; and duck again as low,

of grapes: if she had been blessed , she woold 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 haud? 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 courteil, Succeeds in unknown fate.

Iago. Lechery, by this hand ; au index, and obscure 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 breaths 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 maig exercise, the incorIt stops me here : it is too much of joy:

porate conclusion. Pish! But, sir, be fou 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 : CasThat 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 speaks But I'll set down the pegs that make this music, ing too lond, 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. How do our old acquaintance of this isle ?

lago. Sir, he is rash, and very sodden in choler; and, haply, with his truncheou may strike at you

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