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Author: William Shakespeare
Editor: Jessica Slights
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Othello (Modern)


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Enter Roderigo and Iago.
Roderigo
Tush, never tell me! I take it much unkindly
5That thou, Iago, who hast had my purse
As if the strings were thine, shouldst know of this.
Iago 'Sblood, but you'll not hear me!
If ever I did dream of such a matter,
Abhor me.
Roderigo Thou told'st me 10thou didst hold him in thy hate.
Iago Despise me if I do not. Three great ones of the city,
In personal suit to make me his lieutenant,
Off-capped to him--and by the faith of man
15I know my price; I am worth no worse a place--
But he, as loving his own pride and purposes,
Evades them with a bombast circumstance
Horribly stuffed with epithets of war,
Non-suits my mediators. For "Certes," says he,
20"I have already chose my officer."
20.1And what was he?
Forsooth, a great arithmetician,
One Michael Cassio, a Florentine--
A fellow almost damned in a fair wife--
That never set a squadron in the field,
25Nor the division of a battle knows
More than a spinster unless the bookish theoric
Wherein the tonguèd consuls can propose
As masterly as he. Mere prattle without practise
Is all his soldiership. But he, sir, had th'election;
30And I--of whom his eyes had seen the proof
At Rhodes, at Cyprus, and on other grounds,
Christened and heathen--must be beleed and calmed
By debitor and creditor. This countercaster,
He, in good time, must his lieutenant be,
35And I, God bless the mark, his Moorship's ancient.
Roderigo By heaven, I rather would have been his hangman.
Iago Why, there's no remedy. 'Tis the curse of service;
Preferment goes by letter and affection,
40And not by old gradation, where each second
Stood heir to th'first. Now sir, be judge yourself
Whether I in any just term am affined
To love the Moor.
Roderigo I would not follow him then.
45Iago Oh, sir, content you.
I follow him to serve my turn upon him.
We cannot all be masters, nor all masters
Cannot be truly followed. You shall mark
Many a duteous and knee-crooking knave
50That, doting on his own obsequious bondage,
Wears out his time, much like his master's ass,
For naught but provender, and when he's old--cashiered.
Whip me such honest knaves! Others there are
Who, trimmed in forms and visages of duty,
55Keep yet their hearts attending on themselves,
And, throwing but shows of service on their lords,
Do well thrive by them--and, when they have lined their coats,
Do themselves homage. 60These fellows have some soul,
And such a one do I profess myself. For, sir,
It is as sure as you are Roderigo,
Were I the Moor, I would not be Iago.
In following him, I follow but myself.
65Heaven is my judge, not I for love and duty,
But seeming so for my peculiar end.
For when my outward action doth demonstrate
The native act and figure of my heart
In complement extern, 'tis not long after
70But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve
For daws to peck at. I am not what I am.
Roderigo What a full fortune does the thick-lips owe
If he can carry't thus!
Iago
Call up her father.
75Rouse him, make after him, poison his delight,
Proclaim him in the streets. Incense her kinsmen,
And, though he in a fertile climate dwell,
Plague him with flies; though that his joy be joy,
Yet throw such chances of vexation on't
80As it may lose some color.
Roderigo Here is her father's house. I'll call aloud.
Iago Do, with like timorous accent and dire yell
As when, by night and negligence, the fire
Is spied in populous cities.
85Roderigo What ho! Brabantio, Signor Brabantio, ho!
Iago Awake! What ho, Brabantio! Thieves, thieves!
Look to your house, your daughter, and your bags!
Thieves, thieves!
[Enter Brabantio above at a window.]
Brabantio What is the reason of this terrible 90summons?
What is the matter there?
Roderigo Signor, is all your family within?
Iago
Are your doors locked?
Brabantio
Why? Wherefore ask you this?
Iago Zounds, sir, you're robbed! For shame, put on your gown!
95Your heart is burst; you have lost half your soul.
Even now, now, very now, an old black ram
Is tupping your white ewe. Arise, arise!
Awake the snorting citizens with the bell,
Or else the devil will make a grandsire of you.
100Arise, I say!
Brabantio
What, have you lost your wits?
Roderigo Most reverend signor, do you know my voice?
Brabantio Not I. What are you?
Roderigo My name is Roderigo.
105Brabantio The worser welcome.
I have charged thee not to haunt about my doors.
In honest plainness thou hast heard me say
My daughter is not for thee. And now in madness,
Being full of supper and distempering drafts,
110Upon malicious bravery dost thou come
To start my quiet.
Roderigo
Sir, sir, sir--
Brabantio
But thou must needs be sure
My spirit and my place have in their power
115To make this bitter to thee.
Roderigo
Patience, good sir.
Brabantio What tell'st thou me of robbing? This is Venice;
My house is not a grange.
Roderigo
Most grave Brabantio,
120In simple and pure soul, I come to you.
Iago Zounds, sir, you are one of those that will not serve God if the devil bid you. Because we come to do you service and you think we are ruffians, you'll have your daughter covered with a Barbary horse, you'll have your 125nephews neigh to you, you'll have coursers for cousins and jennets for germans.
Brabantio What profane wretch art thou?
Iago I am one, sir, that comes to tell you your daughter and the Moor are making the beast with two backs.
130Brabantio
Thou art a villain.
Iago
You are a senator.
Brabantio This thou shalt answer. I know thee, Roderigo.
Roderigo Sir, I will answer anything. But I beseech you,
If't be your pleasure and most wise consent,
135As partly I find it is, that your fair daughter,
At this odd-even and dull watch o'th'night,
Transported with no worse nor better guard
But with a knave of common hire, a gondolier,
To the gross clasps of a lascivious Moor--
140If this be known to you and your allowance,
We then have done you bold and saucy wrongs.
But if you know not this, my manners tell me
We have your wrong rebuke. Do not believe
That from the sense of all civility
145I thus would play and trifle with your reverence.
Your daughter, if you have not given her leave,
I say again, hath made a gross revolt,
Tying her duty, beauty, wit, and fortunes
In an extravagant and wheeling stranger
150Of here and everywhere. Straight satisfy yourself:
If she be in her chamber or your house,
Let loose on me the justice of the state
For thus deluding you.
Brabantio
Strike on the tinder, ho!
155Give me a taper. Call up all my people.
This accident is not unlike my dream;
Belief of it oppresses me already.
Light, I say, light!
Exit [Brabantio].
Iago
Farewell, for I must leave you.
160It seems not meet nor wholesome to my place
To be produced --as, if I stay, I shall--
Against the Moor. For I do know the state,
However this may gall him with some check,
Cannot with safety cast him, for he's embarked
165With such loud reason to the Cyprus wars,
Which even now stands in act, that for their souls
Another of his fathom they have none
To lead their business. In which regard,
Though I do hate him as I do hell pains,
170Yet, for necessity of present life,
I must show out a flag and sign of love--
Which is indeed but sign. That you shall surely find him,
Lead to the Sagittary the raisèd search,
And there will I be with him. So farewell.
Exit [Iago].
175
Enter Brabantio in his nightgown, and servants with torches.
Brabantio It is too true an evil. Gone she is,
And what's to come of my despisèd time
Is naught but bitterness. Now Roderigo,
Where didst thou see her?--O unhappy girl!--
180With the Moor sayst thou?--Who would be a father?--
How didst thou know 'twas she?--Oh, she deceives me
Past thought! --What said she to you? Get more tapers;
Raise all my kindred! Are they married think you?
Roderigo Truly, I think they are.
185Brabantio O heaven! How got she out? Oh, treason of the blood!
Fathers, from hence trust not your daughters' minds
By what you see them act. Is there not charms
By which the property of youth and maidhood
190May be abused? Have you not read, Roderigo,
Of some such thing?
Roderigo
Yes, sir, I have indeed.
Brabantio Call up my brother.--Oh, would you had had her!--
Some one way, some another.--Do you know
195Where we may apprehend her and the Moor?
Roderigo I think I can discover him, if you please
To get good guard and go along with me.
Brabantio Pray you, lead on. At every house I'll call--
I may command at most. Get weapons, ho,
200And raise some special officers of night!
On, good Roderigo; I will deserve your pains.
Exeunt.