Othello (Folio 1, 1623)
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The Tragedie of Othello¶you?
¶That by your vertuous meanes, I may againe
¶Exist, and be a member of his loue,
¶Whom I, with all the Office of my heart
¶Intirely honour, I would not be delayd.
2270If my offence, be of such mortall kinde,
¶Nor purpos'd merit in futurity,
¶Can ransome me into his loue againe,
2275So shall I cloath me in a forc'd content,
¶To Fortunes Almes.
¶My Aduocation is not now in Tune;
2280My Lord, is not my Lord; nor should I know him,
¶Were he in Fauour, as in Humour alter'd.
¶What I can do, I will: and more I will
¶Iago. Is my Lord angry?
¶Æmil. He went hence but now:
¶When it hath blowne his Rankes into the Ayre,
¶And like the Diuell from his very Arme
¶Puff't his owne Brother: And is he angry?
2295Something of moment then: I will go meet him,
¶There's matter in't indeed, if he be angry.
Exit
¶Made demonstrable heere in Cyprus, to him,
¶Mens Natures wrangle with inferiour things,
¶Though great ones are their obiect. 'Tis euen so.
¶For let our finger ake, and it endues
2305Of paine. Nay, we must thinke men are not Gods,
¶As fits the Bridall. Beshrew me much, Æmilia,
¶I was (vnhandsome Warrior, as I am)
¶And he's Indited falsely.
¶Æmil. Pray heauen it bee
¶State matters, as you thinke, and no Conception,
¶Nor no Iealious Toy, concerning you.
¶They are not euer iealious for the cause,
¶But iealious, for they're iealious. It is a Monster
¶Æmil. Lady, Amen.
¶If I doe finde him fit, Ile moue your suite,
Exit
¶
Enter Bianca.
¶Cassio. What make you from home?
¶How is't with you, my most faire Bianca?
¶What? keepe a weeke away? Seuen dayes, and Nights?
¶More tedious then the Diall, eight score times?
2335Oh weary reck'ning.
¶Cassio. Pardon me, Bianca:
¶I haue this while with leaden thoughts beene prest,
¶But I shall in a more continuate time
2340Take me this worke out.
¶This is some Token from a newer Friend,
¶Is't come to this? Well, well.
2345Cassio. Go too, woman:
¶From whence you haue them. You are iealious now,
¶No, in good troth Bianca.
2350Bian. Why, who's is it?
¶Cassio. I know not neither:
¶I found it in my Chamber,
¶I like the worke well; Ere it be demanded
¶(As like enough it will) I would haue it coppied:
2355Take it, and doo't, and leaue me for this time.
¶Bian. Leaue you? Wherefore?
¶Cassio. I do attend heere on the Generall,
¶And thinke it no addition nor my wish
¶To haue him see me woman'd.
2360Bian. Why, I ptay you?
¶Cassio. Not that I loue you not.
¶Bian. But that you do not loue me.
¶I pray you bring me on the way a little,
2365Cassio. 'Tis but a little way that I can bring you,
¶
Exeunt omnes.
¶
Actus Quartus. Scena Prima.
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Enter Othello, and Iago.
2375Iago. Or to be naked with her Friend in bed,
¶An houre, or more, not meaning any harme?
2380The Diuell their vertue tempts, and they tempt Heauen.
¶But if I giue my wife a Handkerchiefe.
¶Oth. What then?
¶Iago. Why then 'tis hers (my Lord) and being hers,
2385She may (I thinke) bestow't on any man.
¶May she giue that?
Iago.
