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Enter Taco, cause these of Cyprus to mutiny; whose qualification Cas. Welcome, lago! 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 slall 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.

Cas. Indeed, she is a most fresh and delicate creature. lago. I warrant thee! Meet me by and by at the Iago. 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, lieu-
And, 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 enter-
Hath leap'd into my seat: the thought whereof tainment,
Doth, like a poisonous miueral, gnaw my inwards; Iago. 0 , they are our friends; but one cup: I'll
And nothing can or shall content my soul,

driok for you. Till I am even 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 gal-
For his quick hunting, stand the putting on, lants desire it.
I'll have our Michael Cassid 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 full of 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 I. A Street.

ward, Enter a Herald, with a proclamation ; People fol- 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 pleasare 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 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 (indee

[To Desdemona. they are most potent in potting: your Dane, y That profit's yet to come 'twixt me and you.- German, and your swag-bellied Hollander,-Dr

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Cas. Is your Englishman so expert in his drinking?) Mon. What's the matter, lieutenant?
lago. Why, he drinks you, with facility, your cas. A knave! – teach me my duty !
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 thoa prate, rogue? (Striking Roderige. Cas. To the health of our general !

Mon. Nay, good lieutenant! (Staying his Dion. I am for it, lieutenant; and I'll do you justice. I pray you, sir, hold your 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 drank!
He held them sixpence all too dear,

Cas. Drunk!

They for With thut he call'd the tailor-lown. Iago. Away, I say! go ont, and cry-a

- a mutiar. He was a wight of high renown,

[ Aside to Rod. who goes out.

Nay, good lieutenant, — alas, gentlemen,And thou art but of low degree: 'Tis pride that pulls the country down,

Help, ho!- Lieutenant, - sir, Montano,-sir!

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 ! hold! other.

You will be sham'd for ever. Iago. Will you hear it again?

Enter OTHELLO 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 dies. 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, Montano, 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 dnty? neral, nor any man of quality, - I hope to be saved. Hold,hold! the general speaks to yon; hold, for share! Iago. And so do I too, lieutenant !

Och. 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 affairs ! — For- for clıristian shame, put by this barbarons braxl: give us our sins! - Gentlemen, let's look to our bu- Ble, that stirs next to carve for his own ragc, siness. Do not think, gentlemen, I am drunk; this Holds his soul light; he dies


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 must not think Iago. I do not know ;- friends all but now, etta then that I am drunk.


Mon. To the platform, masters ! 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 out, 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 of it! On some odd time of his infirmity,

Oth. How comes it, Michael, you are thus forza? Will shake this island.

Cas. I pray you, pardon me, I cannot speak!
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 not on his evils: is not this true ? Your officer, lago, can inform you-

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


I pray you, after the lieutenant; go![Exit Roderigo. Of all that I do know: nor koow I anght

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 sio,
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 rale; I do love Cassio well, and would do much

And passion, having my best judgment collied,
To cure him of this evil. But hark! what noise ?

Assays to lead the way. If I once stir,
[Crx 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: yoa rascal!

How this foul rout began, who set it on;

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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 ? --- () thou invisible engage the

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! Jago, who began it?

Iago. What was he that you followed with your
Mon. If partially affin'd, or leagu'd in office, sword? What had he done to you?
r the Bizand! Thou dost deliver more or less than truth,

Cas. I know not.
Thou art no soldier.

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

Cas. I remember a mass of things, bnt nothing I had rather have this tongue cut from my mouth, distinctly; a quarrel, but nothing wherefore.— 0, li se to len

Than it should do offence to Michael Cassio ; that men should put an enemy in their months, to -2.2, geologen 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 e's a good, TEL Montano and myself being in speech,

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

Tago. Why, but you are now welt enough: how s the hell!

And Cassio following him with determin'd sword, came you thus recovered ?
God's Tz, * To execute upon him. Sir, this gentleman

Cas. It hath pleased the devil, dronkenness, 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. a barca de les 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
At 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 pre-
More 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 gainst
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 !-1 drunk!
Which patience could not pass.

Iago. You, or any man living, may be drunk at 'st dead was Oth. I know, Iago,

some time, man! I'll tell you what you shall do.

Our general's wife is now the general :- I may say so - friends like Thy honesty and love doth mince this matter,

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 denote-
Enter 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 thee 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, lieutenant ?

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

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

they check me here. C'as. Reputation, reputation, reputation! 0, 5 have lago. You are in the right. Good-night, lientenlost 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 Probil 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 yon 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 Moor, - were't to renounce his baptism, a punishment mere in policy than ia malice; even all seals and symbols of redeemed sin, so as one would beat his oflenceless dog, to allright His soul is so enfetter'd to her love, an imperions lion: sue to him again, and he's yours. That she may make, anmake, 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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. With his weak function. How am I then a villain, Cas. Pr'ythee, keep up thy qnillets ! There's a poor To counsel Cassio to this parallel course,

piece of gold for thee: if the gentlewoman, that Directly to his good ? Divinity of hell !

attends the general's wife, be stirring, tell her, When devils will their blackest sins put on,

there's one Cassio entreats her a little favour of They do suggest at first with heavenly shows, speech. Wilt thou do this? As I do now: for while this honest fool

Clo. She is stirring, sir; if she will stir hither, I Plins Desdemona to repair his fortunes,

shall seem to notify unto her.

[Ent. And she for him pleads strongly to the Moor,

Enter Lago. I'll pour this pestilence into his ear,

Cas. Do, good my friend!- In happy time, lago! That she repeals him for her body's lust;

Iago. You have not been a-bed then? And, by how much she strives to do him good, Cas. Why, no; the day had broke She shall ando her credit with the Moor.

Before we parted. I have made bold, lago,
So will I turn her virtue into pitch;

To send in to yonr wife. My suit to her
And out of her own goodness make the net, Is, that she will to virtuous Desdemona
That shall enmesh them all. - How now, Roderigo ? Procure me some access.

Iago. I'll send her to you presently;
Rod. I do follow here in the chace, not like a And i'll devise a mean to draw the Moor
hound, that hunts, but one, that fills up the cry. My Out of the way, that your converse and business
money is almost spent; I have been to-night exceed- May be more free.


. ingly well cudgelled; and, I think, the issue will Cas. I humbly thank you for't! I never knew be - I shall have so much experience for my pains: A Florentine more kind and honest. and so, with no money at all, and a little more wit,

Enter Exulta. return to Venice.

Emil. Good-morrow, good lieutenant! I am sorry Iago. How poor are they, that have not patience!- For your displeasure; bat all will soon be well. What wound did ever heal, but by degrees? The general, and his wife, are talking of it; Thou know’st, we work by wit, and not by witchcraft; And she speaks for you stoutly. The Moor replies, And wić depends on dilatory time.

That he, you hurt, is of great fame in Cyprus,
Does't not go well ? Cassio hath beaten thee, And great affinity; and that, in wholesome wisdom,
And thou, by that small hurt, hast cashier'd Cassio : He might not but refuse you : but, he protests, he
Though other things grow fair against the sun,
Yet fruits, that blossom first, will first be ripe :

And needs no other suitor, but his likings,
Content thyself a while. — By the mass, 'tis morning; To take the safʼst occasion by the front,
Pleasure, and action, make the hours seem short. - To bring you in again.
Retire thee! go where thou art billetted !

Cas. Yet, I beseech you, —
Away, I say! thou shalt know more hereafter: If

you think fit, or that it may be done, – Nay, get thee gone! (Exit Rod.] Two things are to Give me advantage of some brief discourse be done,

With Desdemona alone.
My wife must move for Cassio to her mistress; Emil. Pray you, come in !
I'll set her on;

I will bestow you where you shall have time
Myself, the while, to draw the Moor apart, To speak your bosom freely.
And bring him jump when he may Cassio find Cas. I am much bound to you.
Soliciting his wife. — Ay, that's the way:
Dull not device by coldness and delay. (Exit. SCENE II. - A room in the castle.

Enter OTHELLO, Laco, and Gentlemen.

Oth. These letters give, lago, to the pilot;

And, by him, do my duties to the state:
SCENE I. — Before the Castle.

That done, I will be walking on the works ;
Enter Cassio, and some Musicians. Repair there to me.
Cas. Masters, play here, I will content your pains, Tago. Well, my good lord, I'll do’t!
Something that's brief; and bid good-morrow, och. This fortification, gentlemen,-shall we seer

? general.

[Music. Gent. We'll wait upon your lordship. [Esexul. Enter Clown. Clo. Why, masters, have your instruments been at SCENE III. Before the castle. Naples, that they speak i’ the nose thus ?

Enter Desdemona, Cassio, and Emilia. Mus. How, sir, how?

Des. Be thou assur’d, good Cassio, I will do Clo. Are these, I pray you, called wind instruments? All my abilities in thy behalf. 1 Mus. Ay, marry, are they, sir!

Emil. Good madam, do! I know it grieves mj Clo. O, thereby hangs a tail!

husband, 1 Mus. Whereby hangs a tale, sir?

As the Clo. Marry, sir, by many a wind instrument that I Des. 10, that's an honest fellow ! – Do not doabe know. But, masters, here's money for you: and the Cassio, general so likes your music, that he desires you, of But I will have my lord and all loves, to make no more noise with it.

As friendly, as you were. 1 Mus. Well, sir, we will not.

Cas. Bounteous madam! Clo. If you have any music, that may not be heard, Whatever shall become of Michael Cassio, to't again: but, as they say, to hear music, the He's never any thing but your true servant general dees not greatly care. 1 Mus. We have none such, sir!

Des. O, sir, I thank you! You do love my lord: Clo. Then put up your pipes in your bag, for I'll

You have known him long; and be you well as

sur'd, away: go! vanish into air; away!.

He shall in strangeness stand no farther off

, Cas. Dost thou hear, my honest friend?

(Exeunt Musicians. Than in a politic distance.

Cas. Ay, but, lady,
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Or feed upon such nice and waterish diet, I will deny thee pothing.
Or breed itself so out of circumstance,

Des. Why, this is not a boon;
That, I being absent, and my place supplied, 'Tis as I should entreat you wear your gloves,
My general will forget my love aud service. Or feed on nourishing dishes, or keep you warm;

Des. Do not doubt that; before Emilia here, Or sue to you to do peculiar profit
I give thee warrant of thy place; assure thee, To your own person. Nay, when I have a suit,
If I do vow a friendship, I'll perform it

Wherein I mean to touch your love indeed,
To the last article: my lord shall never rest; It shall be full of poize and difficulty,
I'll watch him tame, and talk him out of patience; And fearful to be granted.
His bed shall seem a school, his board a shrift; Oth. I will deny thee nothing:
I'll intermingle every thing he does

Whereon, I do beseech thee, grant me this,
With Cassio's suit; therefore be merry, Cassio ; To leave me but a little to myself.
For thy solicitor shall rather die,

Des. Shall I deny you? po ! Farewell, my lord !
Than give thy cause away:

Oih. Farewell, my Desdemona ! I will come to thee
Enter Othello and lago, at a distance.

straight. Emil. Madam, here comes

Des. Emilia, come! - Be it as your fancies teach My lord!

you; Cas. Madam, I'll take my leave!

Whate'er you be, I am obedient. Des. Why, stay,

(Exit, with Emilia. And hear me speak!

Oth. Excellent wretch! Perdition catch my soul, Cas. Madam, not now! I am very ill at ease, But I do love thee! and, when I love thee not, Unfit for mine own purposes.

Chaos is come again. Des. Well, well,

Iago. My noble lord, Do your discretion.

[Exit Cassio. oih. What dost thou say, Iago? Iago. Ha! I like not that.

Iago. Did Michael Cassio, when you woo'd my
Oth. What dost thou say?

Iago. Nothing, my lord ! or if — I know not what. Know of your love?
Oth. Was not that Cassio, parted from my wife? Och. He did, from first to last. Why dost thou
Iago. Cassio, my lord? No, sure, I cannot think it, ask ?
That he would steal away so guilty-like,

lago. But for a satisfaction of my thought; Seeing you coming.

No further harm. Oth. I do believe 'twas he.

Oth. Why of thy thought, Iago? Des. How now, my lord ?

Iago. I did not think, he had been acquainted with I have been talking with a suitor here,

her. A man that languishes in your displeasure.

Oth. O, yes; and went between us very oft.
Oth. Who is't you mean?

Iago. Indeed ?
Des. Why, pour lieutenant Cassio. Good my lord, Oth. Indeed! ay, indeed! - Discern’st thou aught
If I have any grace, or power to move you,

in that? His present reconciliation take;

Is he not honest?
For, if he be not one that truly loves you,

Iugo. Honest, my lord ?
That errs in ignorance, and not in cunning, Oih. Ay, honest.
I have no judgment in an honest face:

Iago. My lord, for aught I know.
I prythee, call him back!

Oth. What dost thou think? Oth. Went he hence now?

lago. Think, my lord? Des. Ay, sooth! so humbled,

Oth. Think, my lord! That he hath left part of his grief with me; By heaven, he echoes me, I suffer with him. Good love, call him back! As if there were some monster in his thought, Oth. Not now, sweet Desdemona! some other time. Too hideous to be shown. - Thou dost mean someDes. But shall't be shortly?

thing: Oth. The sooner, sweet, for you.

I heard thee say but now,- Thou lik’dst not that, Des. Shall't be to-night at supper?

When Cassio left my wife; what did’st not like? Oth. No, not to-night.

And, when I told thee -- he was of my counsel Des. To-morrow dinner then ?

In my whole course of wooing, thou cry'dst, InOth. I shall not dine at home;

deed? I meet the captains at the citadel.

And did'st contract and purse thy brow together, Des. Why then, to-morrow night; or Tuesday As if thou then had'st shut up in thy brain morn ;

Some horrible conceit. If thou dost love me,
Or Tuesday noon, or night; or Wednesday morn;-Show me thy thought.
I pray thee, name the time; but let it not

lago. My lord, you know I love you. Exceed three days: in faith, he's penitent;

Oth. I think, thou dost : And yet his trespass, in our common reason, And,- for I know thou art full of love and honesty, (Save that, they say, the wars must make examples And weigh'st thy words before thou giv’st them Out of their best,) is not almost a fault

breath, To incur a private check. When shall he come? Therefore these stops of thine fright me the more: Tell me, Othello! I wonder in my soul,

For such things, in a false disloyal knave, What


could ask me, that I should deny, Are tricks of custom; but, in a man that's just, Or stand so mammering on. What! Michael Cassio, They are close denotements working from the heart, That came a wooing with you; and many a time, | That passion cannot rule. When I have spoke of you dispraisingly,

Iago. For Michael Cassio, Hath ta'en your part

to have so much to do I dare be sworn, I think that he is honest. To bring him in! Trust me, I could do much, Oth. I think so too. Oth. Pr'ythee, no more! let him come when he lago. Men should be what they seem; will;

Or, those that be not,'would they might seem non

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