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Iago. To suckle fools, and chronicle small beer. deres bus Des. O most lame and impotent conclusion!Do not learn of him, Emilia, though he be thy husband.-How say you, Cassio? is he not a most profane and liberal counsellor?
Cas. He speaks home, madam; you may relish him more in the soldier, than in the scholar.
See suitors following, and not look behind;
Iago. (Aside.) He takes her by the palm: Ay, well said, whisper: with as little a web as this, will I ensnare as great a fly as Cassio. Ay, smile upon her, do; I will gyve thee in thine own courtship. You say true; 'tis so, indeed: if such tricks as these strip you out of your lieutenantry, it had been better you had not kissed your three fingers so oft, which now again you are most apt to play the sir in. Very good; well kissed! an excellent courtesy! tis so, indeed. Yet again your fingers to your lips? would, they were clyster-pipes for your (Trumpet.) The Moor, I know his trumpet.
Cas. 'Tis truly so.
eye must be fed; and what delight shall she have to look on the devil? When the blood is made dull with the act of sport, there should be,-again to inflame it, and to give satiety a fresh appetite,loveliness in favour; sympathy in years, manners, and beauties; all which the Moor is defective in: Now, for want of these required conveniences, her delicate tenderness will find itself abused, begin to heave the gorge, disrelish and abhor the Moor; very nature will instruct her in it, and compel her to some second choice. Now, sir, this granted, (as it is a most pregnant and unforced position,) who stands so eminently in the degree of this fortune, as Cassio does? a knave very voluble; no further conscionable, than in putting on the mere form of civil and humane seeming, for the better compassing of his salt and most hidden loose affection? why, none; why, none: A slippery and subtle knave; a finder out of occasions; that has an eye can stamp and counterfeit advantages, though true advantage never sake!-present itself: A devilish knave! besides, the knave is handsome, young; and hath all those requisites in him, that folly and green minds look after: A pestilent complete knave; and the woman hath found him already.
Rod. I cannot believe that in her; she is full of most blessed condition.
THE MOOR OF VENICE.
Oth. O my fair warrior!
Enter OTHELLO, and Attendants,
My dear Othello!
Oth. It gives me wonder, great as my content,
As hell's from heaven! If it were now to die,
The heavens forbid,
Iago. Blessed fig's end! the wine she drinks is made of grapes: if she had been blessed, she would never have loved the Moor: Blessed pudding! Didst thou not see her paddle with the palm of his hand? didst not mark that?
Rod. Yes, that I did; but that was but courtesy. Iago. Lechery, by this hand; an index, and obscure prologue to the history of lust and foul thoughts. They met so near with their lips, that their breaths embraced together. Villanous thoughts, Roderigo! when these mutualities so marshal the way, hard at hand comes the master and main exercise, the incorporate conclusion: Pish!-But, sir, be you ruled by me: I have brought you from Venice. Watch you to-night; for the command, I'll lay't upon you: Cassio knows you not;-I'll not be far from you: Do you find some occasion to anger Cassio, either by speaking too loud, or tainting his discipline; or from what other course you please, which the time shall more favourably mi[nister. Rod. Well.
Iago. Sir, he is rash, and very sudden in choler; That e'er our hearts shall make! Iago. O, you are well tun'd now! and, haply, with his truncheon may strike at you: Provoke him, that he may: for, even out of that, But I'll set down the pegs that make this music, (Aside.) will I cause these of Cyprus to mutiny; whose quaAs honest as I am. Come, let's to the castle.lification shall come into no true taste again, but Oth. News, friends; our wars are done, the Turks are drown'd.
by the displauting of Cassio. So shall you have shorter journey to your desires, by the means I shall then have to prefer them; and the impediment most profitably removed, without the which there were no expectation of our prosperity.
Rod. I will do this, if I can bring it to any opportunity.
Meet me by and by at
Iago. That Cassio loves her, I do well believe it;
How do our old acquaintance of this isle?—
In mine own comforts.-I pr'ythee, good Iago,
[Exeunt Oth. Des. and Attend. Iago. Do thou meet me presently at the harbour. Come hither. If thou be'st valiant, as (they say) base men, being in love, have then a nobility in their natures more than is native to them,-list me. The lieutenant to-night watches on the court of guard :-First, I must tell thee this-Desdemona is directly in love with him.
Rod. With him! why 'tis not possible. Jago. Lay thy finger-thus, and let thy soul be instructed. Mark me with what violence she first loved the Moor, but for bragging, and telling her fantastical lies: And will she love him still for prating? let not thy discreet heart think it. Her
At least into a jealousy so strong,
Make the Moor thank me, love me, and reward me, He'll be as full of quarrel and offence
Enter a Herald, with a proclamation; People following.
Her. It is Othello's pleasure, our noble and valiant general, that, upon certain tidings now arrived, importing the mere perdition of the Turkish fleet, every man put himself into triumph; some to dance, some to make bonfires, each man to what sport and revels his addiction leads him; for, besides these beneficial news, it is the celebration of his nuptials: So much was his pleasure should be proclaimed. All offices are open; and there is full liberty of feasting, from this present hour of five, till the bell hath told eleven. Heaven bless the isle of Cyprus, and our noble general, Othello! [Exeunt.
SCENE III-A Hall in the Castle.
Oth. Good Michael, look you to the guard to-
Let's teach ourselves that honourable stop,
Cas. Iago bath direction what to do;
Oth. Iago is most honest.
Michael, good night: To-morrow, with our earliest, Let me have speech with you.-Come, my dear love,
The purchase made, the fruits are to ensue;
Cas. Welcome, Iago: We must to the watch. Iago. Not this hour, lieutenant; 'tis not yet ten o'clock: Our general cast us thus early, for the love of his Desdemona; whom let us not therefore blame; he hath not yet made wanton the night with her and she is sport for Jove.
Cas. She's a most exquisite lady.
Iago. And, I'll warrant her, full of game.
Cas. Indeed, she is a most fresh and delicate
Iago. What an eye she has! methinks it sounds a parley of provocation.
Cas. An inviting eye; and yet, methinks, right modest. [to love? Iago. And, when she speaks, is it not an alarm Cas. She is, indeed, perfection.
Iago. Well, happiness to their sheets! Come, lieutenant, I have a stoop of wine: and here without are a brace of Cyprus gallants, that would fain have a measure to the health of the black Othello.
Cas. Not to-night, good Iago; I have very poor and unhappy brains for drinking: I could well wish courtesy would invent some other custom of entertainment.
Iago. O, they are our friends; but one cup: I'll drink for you.
Cas. I have drank but one cup to-night, and that was craftily qualified too, and, behold, what innovation it makes here: I am unfortunate in the infirmity, and dare not task my weakness with any
Iago. What, man! 'tis a night of revels; tr gallants desire it.
Cas. Where are they?
Iago. Here at the door; I pray you, call them in
Iago. If I can fasten but one cup upon him,
As my young mistress' dog. Now, my sick foe,
Whom love has turn'd almost the wrong side car-
That may offend the isle :-But here they come:
King Steph was a worthy peer,
His breeches cost him but a crown;
With that he call'd the tailor-lown.
And thou art but of low degree:
Cas. Why, this is a more exquisite song than the other.
Iago. Will you hear it again?
Cas. No; for I hold him to be unworthy of his place, that does those things.-Well,-- Heaven's above all; and there be souls that must be saved, and there be souls must not be saved.
Iago. It's true, good lieutenant.
Cas. For mine own part,-no offence to the general, nor any man of quality,-I hope to be saved. Iago. And so do I too, lieutenant.
Cas. Ay, but, by your leave, not before me; the lieutenant is to be saved before the ancient. Let's have no more of this; let's to our affairs.-Forgive us our sins!-Gentlemen, let's look to our business Do not think, gentlemen, I am drunk; this is my ancient-this is my right hand, and this is my left
Cas. Why, very well, then you must not think
then that I am drunk.
Mon. To the platform, masters; come, let's set the watch.
Iago. You see this fellow that is gone before;-
But is he often thus?
Iago. 'Tis evermore the prologue to his sleep:
It were well,
Honest Iago, that look'st dead with grieving,
Iago. How now, Roderigo?
I pray you, after the lieutenant; go.
In quarter, and in terms like bride and groom
Mon. Worthy Othello, I am hurt to danger;
Mon. And 'tis great pity, that the noble Moor,
So to the Moor.
Not I, for this fair island:
Cas. You rogue! you rascal!
Dost thou prate, rogue?
Let me go, sir,
Now, by heaven,
Enter OTHELLO, and Attendants.
Oth. Hold, for your lives.
lago. Hold, hold, lieutenant,-sir, Montano,-
Have you forgot all sense of place and duty?
Oth. Why, how now, ho! from whence ariseth
Mon. If partially aflin'd, or leagu'd in office,
Touch me not so near:
I know, Iago,
Enter DESDEMONA, attended. Look, if my gentle love be not rais'd up ;
I'll make thee an example.
Cas. I think it freely; and, betimes in the mom
Des. What's the matter, dear? Oth. All's well now, sweeting; Come away to bed. Sir, for your hurts, Myself will be your surgeon: Lead him off. (To Montano, who is led off.) Iago, look with care about the town; And silence those whom this vile brawl distracted.-ing, I will beseech the virtuous Desdemona to u Come, Desdemona; 'tis the soldiers' life, dertake for me: I am desperate of my fortunes, il To have their balmy slumbers wak'd with strife. they check me here. [Exeunt all but Iago and Cassio. Iago. What, are you hurt, lieutenant? Cas. Ay, past all surgery. Iago. Marry, heaven forbid!
Lago. You are in the right. Good-night, liest nant; I must to the watch.
Cas. Reputation, reputation, reputation! O, I have lost my reputation! I have lost the immortal part, sir, of myself, and what remains is bestial. My reputation, Iago, my reputation.
Iago. As I am an honest man, I thought you had received some bodily wound; there is more offence in that, than in reputation. Reputation is an idle and most false imposition; oft got without merit, and lost without deserving: You have lost no reputation at all, unless you repute yourself such a loser. What, man! there are ways to recover the general again: You are but now cast in his mood, a punishment more in policy than in malice; even so as one would beat his offenceless dog, to affright an imperious lion: sue to him again, and he's your's. Cas. I will rather sue to be despised, than to deceive so good a commander, with so slight, so drunken, and so indiscreet an officer. Drunk? and speak parrot? and squabble? swagger? swear? and discourse fustian with one's own shadow?-O thou invisible spirit of wine, if thou hast no name to be known by, let us call thee-devil!
Iago. What was he that you followed with your sword? What had he done to you?
Cas. I know not.
lago. Come, you are too severe a moraler: As the time, the place, and the condition of this country stands, I could heartily wish this had not befallen; but since it is as it is, mend it for your own good.
Cas. I will ask him for my place again; he shall tell me, I am a drunkard! Had I as many mouths as Hydra, such an answer would stop them all. To be now a sensible man, by and by a fool, and presently a beast! O strange!-Every inordinate cup is unblessed, and the ingredient is a devil.
Iago. Come, come, good wine is a good familiar creature, if it be well used; exclaim no more against it. And, good lieutenant, I think, you think I love
in her goodness, not to do more than she isr
Cas. I have well approved it, sir.-I drunk! Iago. You, or any man living, may be drunk at some time, man. I'll tell you what you shall do. Our general's wife is now the general;-I may say so in this respect, for that he hath devoted and given up himself to the contemplation, mark, and denotement of her parts and graces:-Confess yourself freely to her; importune her; she'll help to put you in your place again: she is of so free, so kind, so apt, so blessed a disposition, that she holds it a vice
Iago. I protest, in the sincerity of love, and ho nest kindness.
Cas. Good-night, honest Jago.
Iago. And what's he then, that says,—I play i
When this advice is free, I give, and honest,
Rod. I do follow here in the chase, not like hound that hants, but one that fills up the cry. My money is almost spent; I have been to-night es ceedingly well cudgelled; and, I think, the issue will be I shall have so much experience for my pains: and so, with no money at all, and a hitle more wit, return to Venice.
Iago. How poor are they, that have not patience!-
And wit depends on dilatory time.
Myself, the while, to draw the Moor apart,
SCENE I. Before the Castle.
Enter CASSIO, and some Musicians.
THE MOOR OF VENICE.
1 Mus. Well, sir, we will not.
Clo. If you have any music that may not be heard, to't again: but, as they say, to hear music, the general does not greatly care.
1 Mus. We have none such, sir.
Clo. Then put up your pipes in your bag, for I'll away: Go; vanish into air; away.
[Exeunt Musicians. Cas. Dost thou hear, my honest friend? Clo. No, I hear not your honest friend; I hear
Cas. Pr'ythee, keep up thy quillets. There's a poor piece of gold for thee: if the gentlewoman, that attends the general's wife, be stirring, tell her, =there's one Cassio entreats her a little favour of speech: Wilt thou do this? Clo. She is stirring, sir; if she will stir hither, I shall seem to notify unto her.
Cas. Do, good my friend.-In happy time, Iago.
I'll send her to you presently;
SCENE III.-Before the Castle.
Enter DESDEMONA, CASSIO, and EMILIA.
Emil. Good madam, do; I know it grieves my
Des. O, that's an honest fellow.-Do not doubt,
Des. O, sir, I thank you: You do love my lord:
Yet, I beseech you,-
Cas. I humbly thank you for't. I never knew A Florentine more kind and honest.
Emil. Good-morrow, good lieutenant: I am sorry
Ay, but, lady,
Des. Do not doubt that; before Emilia here,
Enter OTHELLO and IAGO, at a distance.
Madam, I'll take my leave.
And hear me speak.
Pray you, come in ;
I am mach bound to you. [Exeunt.
Well, my good lord, I'll do't.
Do your discretion.
I have been talking with a suitor here,
Des. Why, your lieutenant Cassio. Good my lord,
For, if he be not one that truly loves you,
Went he hence now?
No, not to-night.