Othello (Folio 1, 1623)
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the Moore of_Venice.
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¶Othe. I know Iago
¶Thy honestie, and loue doth mince this matter,
¶But neuer more be Officer of mine.
¶
Enter Desdemona attended.
¶Looke if my gentle Loue be not rais'd vp:
¶Ile make thee an example.
1375Des. What is the matter (Deere?)
¶Othe. All's well, Sweeting:
¶Come away to bed. Sir for_your hurts,
¶Iago, looke with care about the Towne,
¶Come Desdemona, 'tis the Soldiers life,
Exit.
¶Iago. What are you hurt Lieutenant?
1385Iago. Marry Heauen forbid.
¶Cas. Reputation, Reputation, Reputation: Oh I haue
¶Iago, my Reputation.
¶more wayes to recouer the Generall againe. You are
¶cie, then in malice) euen so as one would beate his of-
1400him againe, and he's yours.
¶Wine, if thou hast no name to be knowne by, let vs call
¶thee Diuell.
¶Iago. What was he that you follow'd with your
¶Sword? What had he done to you?
1410Cas. I know not.
¶stinctly: a Quarrell, but nothing wherefore. Oh, that
¶Iago. Why? But you are now well enough: how
¶came you thus recouered?
¶Time, the Place, & the Condition of this Country stands
1425it is, mend it for your owne good.
¶me, I am a drunkard: had I as many mouthes as Hydra,
¶dient is a diuell.
¶Iago. Come, come: good wine, is a good famillar
¶Creature, if it be well vs'd: exclaime no more against it.
¶And good Lieutenant, I thinke, you thinke I loue
1435you.
¶Cassio. I haue well approued it, Sir. I drunke?
¶Iago. You, or any man liuing, may be drunke at a
¶time man. I tell you what you shall do: Our General's
1440for that he hath deuoted, and giuen vp himselfe to the
¶Contemplation, marke: and deuotement of her parts
¶tune her helpe to put you in your place againe. She is
¶you, and her husband, entreat her to splinter. And my
¶Fortunes against any lay worth naming, this cracke of
¶Cassio. I thinke it freely: and betimes in the mor-
1455for me: I am desperate of my Fortunes if they check me.
¶Iago. You are in the right: good night Lieutenant, I
¶must to the Watch.
¶
Exit Cassio.
1460Iago. And what's he then,
¶That saies I play the Villaine?
¶Proball to thinking, and indeed the course
¶To win the Moore againe.
¶In any honest Suite. She's fram'd as fruitefull
¶As the free Elements. And then for her
¶To win the Moore, were to renownce his Baptisme,
1470All Seales, and Simbols of redeemed sin:
¶His Soule is so enfetter'd to her Loue,
¶Euen as her Appetite shall play the God,
¶With his weake Function. How am I then a Villaine,
¶Directly to his good? Diuinitie of hell,
¶As I do now. For whiles this honest Foole
1480Plies Desdemona, to repaire his Fortune,
¶Ile powre this pestilence into his eare:
1485She shall vndo her Credite with the Moore.
¶So will I turne her vertue into pitch,
¶How now Rodorigo?
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Enter Rodorigo.
¶Rodorigo. I do follow heere in the Chace, not
¶like a Hound that hunts, but one that filles vp the
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