Othello (Folio 1, 1623)
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Scæna Tertia.
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Enter Duke, Senators, and Officers.
¶That giues them Credite.
¶Duke. And mine a Hundred fortie.
3302. Sena. And mine two Hundred:
¶But though they iumpe not on a iust accompt,
¶'Tis oft with difference) yet do they all confirme
¶A Turkish Fleete, and bearing vp to Cyprus.
¶But the maine Article I do approue
340
Enter Saylor.
¶So was I bid report here to the State,
345By Signior Angelo.
¶1. Sen. This cannot be
350Th'importancie of Cyprus to the Turke;
¶That as it more concernes the Turke then Rhodes,
¶So may he with more facile question beare it,
355But altogether lackes th'abilities
¶That Rhodes is dress'd in. If we make thought of this,
¶Neglecting an attempt of ease, and gaine
¶Duke. Nay, in all confidence he's not for Rhodes.
¶Officer. Here is more Newes.
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Enter a Messenger.
¶Messen. The Ottamites. Reueren'd, and Gracious,
365Steering with due course toward the Ile of Rhodes,
¶Haue there inioynted them with an after Fleete.
¶Their backward course, bearing with frank appearance
370Their purposes toward Cyprus. Signior Montano,
¶With his free dutie, recommends you thus,
¶And prayes you to beleeue him.
¶Duke. 'Tis certaine then for Cyprus:
375Marcus Luccicos is not he in Towne?
¶1. Sen. He's now in Florence.
¶Duke. Write from vs,
¶1. Sen. Here comes Brabantio, and the Valiant Moore.
380
Enter Brabantio, Othello, Cassio, Iago, Rodorigo,
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and Officers.
¶Against the generall Enemy Ottoman.
¶I did not see you: welcome gentle Signior,
385We lack't your Counsaile, and your helpe to night.
¶Hath rais'd me from my bed; nor doth the generall care
¶Take hold on me. For my perticular griefe
390Is of so flood-gate, and ore-bearing Nature,
¶Duke. Why? What's the matter?
¶Bra. My Daughter: oh my Daughter!
395Sen. Dead?
¶Bra. I, to me.
¶She is abus'd, stolne from me, and corrupted
¶By Spels, and Medicines, bought of Mountebanks;
¶Sans witch-craft could not.
¶Duke. Who ere he be, that in this foule proceeding
¶Hath thus beguil'd your Daughter of her selfe,
¶And you of her; the bloodie Booke of Law,
¶Stood in your Action.
¶Bra. Humbly I thanke your Grace,
¶Here is the man; this Moore, whom now it seemes
410Your speciall Mandate, for the State affaires
¶Hath hither brought.
¶My very Noble, and approu'd good Masters;
¶That I haue tane away this old mans Daughter,
¶It is most true: true I haue married her;
¶The verie head, and front of my offending,
420Hath this extent; no more. Rude am I, in my speech,
¶Their deerest action, in the Tented Field:
425And little of this great world can I speake,
¶More then pertaines to Feats of_Broiles, and Battaile,
¶I will a round vn-varnish'd u Tale deliuer,
430Of my whole course of Loue.
¶What Drugges, what Charmes,
¶What Coniuration, and what mighty Magicke,
¶(For such proceeding I am charg'd withall)
¶I won his Daughter.
435Bra. A Maiden, neuer bold:
¶Of Yeares, of Country, Credite, euery thing
¶To fall in Loue, with what she fear'd to looke on;
440It is a iudgement main'd, and most imperfect.
¶To find out practises of cunning hell
¶Why this should be. I therefore vouch againe,
445That with some Mixtures, powrefull o're the blood,
¶Or with some Dram, (coniur'd to this effect)
¶He wtought vp on her.
¶To vouch this, is no proofe,
¶Without more wider, and more ouer Test
450Then these thin habits, and poore likely-hoods
¶Did you, by indirect, and forced courses
¶Subdue, and poyson this yong Maides affections?
¶Send for the Lady to the Sagitary.
¶And let her speake of me before her Father;
460If you do finde me foule, in her_report,
¶The Trust, the Office, I do hold of you,
¶Not onely take away, but let your Sentence
¶Euen fall vpon my life.
465Othe. Aunciant, conduct them:
¶You best know the place.
¶And tell she come, as truely as to heauen,
470How I did thriue in this faire Ladies loue,
¶And she in mine.
¶Duke. Say it Othello.
¶Othe. Her Father lou'd me, oft inuited me:
¶Still question'd me the Storie of my life,
475From yeare to yeare: the Battaile, Sieges, Fortune,
¶That I haue past.
¶I ran it through, euen from my boyish daies,
¶To_th'very moment that he bad me tell it.
480Of mouing Accidents by Flood and Field,
¶Of haire-breadth scapes i'th'imminent deadly breach;
¶Of being taken by the Insolent Foe,
¶And portance in my Trauellours historie.
¶Rough Quarries, Rocks, Hills, whose head touch heauen,
¶And of the Canibals that each others eate,
¶The Antropophague, and men whose heads
¶She'l'd come againe, and with a greedie eare
¶Tooke once a pliant houre, and found good meanes
¶To draw from her a prayer of earnest heart,
¶That I would all my Pilgrimage dilate,
¶And often did beguile her of her teares,
¶That my youth suffer'd: My Storie being done,
¶'Twas pittifull: 'twas wondrous pittifull.
¶That Heauen had made her such a man. She thank'd me,
¶And bad me, if I had a Friend that lou'd her,
510I should but teach him how to tell my Story,
¶And that would wooe her. Vpon this hint I spake,
¶She lou'd me for the dangers I had past,
¶And I lou'd her, that she did pitty them.
¶This onely is the witch-craft I haue vs'd.
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Enter Desdemona, Iago, Attendants.
¶Duke. I thinke this tale would win my Daughter too,
¶Good Brabantio, take vp this mangled matter at the best:
¶Men do their broken Weapons rather vse,
520Then their bare hands.
¶Destruction on my head, if my bad blame
¶Light on the man. Come hither gentle Mistris,
525Do you perceiue in all this Noble Companie,
¶Where most you owe obedience?
¶Des. My Noble Father,
¶I do perceiue heere a diuided dutie.
¶To you I am bound for life, and education:
530My life and education both do learne me,
¶How to respect you. You are the Lord of duty,
¶I am hitherto your Daughter. But heere's my Husband;
¶To you, preferring you before her Father:
¶Due to the Moore my Lord.
¶Bra. God be with you: I haue done.
¶Please it your Grace, on to the State Affaires;
¶I had rather to adopt a Child, then get it.
540Come hither Moore;
¶I here do giue thee that with all my heart,
¶Which but thou hast already, with all my heart
¶I would keepe from thee. For your sake (Iewell)
¶I am glad at soule, I haue no other Child;
545For thy escape would teach me Tirranie
¶To hang clogges on them. I haue done my Lord.
¶And lay a Sentence,
550When remedies are past, the griefes are ended
¶Is the next way to draw new mischiefe on.
¶What cannot be presern'd, when Fortune takes:
555Patience, her Iniury a mock'ry makes.
¶Bra. So let the Turke of Cyprus vs beguile,
560He beares the Sentence well, that nothing beares,
¶But the free comfort which from thence he heares.
¶But he beares both the Sentence, and the sorrow,
¶That to pay griefe, must of poore Patience borrow.
¶These Sentences, to Sugar, or to Gall,
¶But words are words, I neuer yet did heare:
¶That the bruized heart was pierc'd through the eares.
¶I humbly beseech you proceed to th'Affaires of State.
570makes for Cyprus: Othello, the Fortitude of the place is
¶borne, and boystrous expedition.
¶Hath made the flinty and Steele Coach of Warre
¶My thrice-driuen bed of Downe. I do agnize
580A Naturall and prompt Alacartie,
¶Most humbly therefore bending to your State,
585Due reference of Place, and Exhibition,
¶As leuels with her breeding.
¶Duke. Why at her Fathers?
590Othe. Nor I.
¶To put my Father in impatient thoughts
¶By being in his eye. Most Grcaious Duke,
¶To my vnfolding, lend your prosperous eare,
595And let me finde a Charter in your voice
¶Des. That I loue the Moore, to liue with him,
¶My downe-right violence, and storme of Fortunes,
600May trumpet to the world. My heart's subdu'd
¶Euen to the very quality of my Lord;
¶And to his Honours and his valiant parts,
605So that (deere Lords) if I be left behind
¶A Moth of Peace, and he go to the Warre,
¶The Rites for why I loue him, are bereft me:
¶By his deere absence. Let me go with him.
610Othe. Let her haue your voice.
¶Vouch with me Heauen, I therefore beg it not
¶To please the pallate of my Appetite:
¶Nor to comply with heat the yong affects
¶In my defunct, and proper satisfaction.
615But to be free, and bounteous to her minde:
¶And Heauen defend your good soules, that you thinke
¶When she is with me. No, when light wing'd Toyes
¶Let House-wiues make a Skillet of my Helme,
¶Othe. With all my heart.
630Duke. At nine i'th'morning, here wee'l meete againe.
¶Othello, leaue some Officer behind
¶As doth import you.
¶To be sent after me.
¶Good night to euery one. And Noble Signior,
¶If Vertue no delighted Beautie lacke,
¶Your Son-in-law is farre more Faire then Blacke.
¶She ha's deceiu'd her Father, and may thee.
Exit.
¶I prythee let thy wife attend on her,
650And bring them after in the best aduantage.
¶ComeDesdemona, I haue but an houre
¶Of Loue, of wordly matter, and direction
Exit.
¶Rod. Iago.
660thou silly Gentleman?
¶and then haue we a prescription to dye, when death is
¶our Physition.
¶Iago. Oh villanous: I haue look'd vpon the world
¶betwixt a Benefit, and an Iniurie: I neuer found man that
¶drowne my selfe for the loue of a Gynney Hen, I would
¶change my Humanity with a Baboone.
¶to be so fond, but it is not in my vertue to amend it.
¶thus, or thus. Our Bodies are our Gardens, to the which,
¶our Wills are Gardiners. So that if we will plant Net-
¶Supplie it with one gender of Hearbes, or distract it with
¶red with Industry, why the power, and Corrigeable au-
¶thoritie of this lies in our Wills. If the braine of our liues
¶haue Reason to coole our raging Motions, our carnall
¶Stings, or vnbitted Lusts: whereof I take this, that you
685call Loue, to be a Sect, or Seyen.
¶Rod. It cannot be.
¶of the will. Come, be a man: drowne thy selfe? Drown
¶Cats, and blind Puppies. I haue profest me thy Friend,
¶then now. Put Money in thy purse: follow thou the
695should continue her loue to the Moore. Put Money in
¶thy purse: nor he his to her. It was a violent Commence-
¶are changeable in their wils: fill thy purse with Money.
¶she will find the errors of her choice. Therefore, put Mo-
705it a more delicate way then drowning. Make all the Mo-
¶ney thou canst: If Sanctimonie, and a fraile vow, be-
¶not too hard for my wits, and all the Tribe of hell, thou
¶shalt enioy her: therefore make Money: a pox of drow-
710ning thy selfe, it is cleane out of the way. Seeke thou ra-
¶drown'd, and go without her.
¶told thee often, and I re-tell thee againe, and againe, I
¶Wombe of Time, which wilbe deliuered. Trauerse, go,
¶prouide thy Money. We will haue more of this to mor-
¶row. Adieu.
725Iago. At my Lodging.
¶Rod. Ile be with thee betimes.
¶Iago. Go too, farewell. Do you heare Rodorigo?
730For I mine owne gain'd knowledge should prophane
¶But for my Sport, and Profit: I hate the Moore,
¶And it is thought abroad, that 'twixt my sheets
¶She ha's done my Office. I know not if't be true,
¶Will do, as if for Surety. He holds me well,
¶To get his Place, and to plume vp my will
740In double Knauery. How? How? Let's see.
¶That he is too familiar with his wife:
745The Moore is of a free, and open Nature,
¶And will as tenderly be lead by'th'Nose
¶I haue't: it is engendred: Hell, and Night,
