Othello (Quarto 1, 1622)
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Enter Othello, Cassio, and Desdemona.
¶Oth. Good Michael, looke you to the guard to night,
¶Cas. Iago hath directed what to doe:
¶Will I looke to it.
¶Michael good night, to morrow with your earliest,
¶Let me haue speech with you, come my deare loue,
¶The profits yet to come twixt me and you,
¶Good night.
Exit Othello and Desdemona.
¶
Enter Iago
.1125Iag. Not this houre Leiutenant, tis not yet ten aclock: our Ge-
¶not therefore blame, hee hath not yet made wanton the night with
¶Iag. And I'le warrant her full of game.
¶Me thinkes it sounds a parly of prouocation.
Cas. It is indeede perfection.
¶haue a stope of Wine, and heere without are a brace of Cypres Gal-
¶lants, that would faine haue a measure to the health of the blacke
¶Othello.
¶Cas. Not to night, good Iago; I haue very poore and vnhappy
¶other custome of entertainement.
¶Iag. O they are our friends, ---but one cup: I'le drink for you.
1150Cas. I ha drunke but one cup to night, and that was craftily qua-
¶lified to, and behold what innouation it makes here: I am vnfor-
¶any more.
¶Cas. Where are they?
¶Iag. Here at the dore, I pray you call them in.
1160With that which he hath drunke to night already,
¶Hee'll be as full of quarrell and offence,
¶Potations pottle deepe, and hee's to watch
¶That hold their honour, in a wary distance,
¶The very Elements of this warlike Isle,
1170Haue I to night flustred with flowing cups,
¶And the watch too: now mongst this flocke of drunkards,
But here they come:
¶If consequence doe but approoue my dreame,
As I am a souldier.
Iag. Some wine ho:
¶And let me the Cannikin clinke, clinke,
¶And let me the Cannikin clinke, clinke:
¶A Souldier's a man, a life's but a span,
1185Why then let a souldier drinke. ---Some wine boyes,
¶in potting: your Dane, your Germaine, and your swag-bellied Hol-
1190lander; drinke ho, are nothing to your English.
¶Iag. Why he drinkes you with facillity, your Dane dead drunke:
1195he sweats not to ouerthrow your Almaine; he giues your Hollander
¶a vomit, ere the next pottle can be fild.
¶Cas. To the health of our Generall.
¶His breeches cost him but a crowne,
¶He held'em sixpence all too deere,
¶With that he cald the Taylor lowne,
1205He was a wight of high renowne,
¶And thou art but of low degree,
¶Tis pride that puls the Countrey downe,
¶Then take thine owd cloke about thee. ---Some wine ho.
¶Iag. Will you hear't agen?
¶saued.
¶Iag. It is true good Leiutenant.
¶Cas. For mine own part, no offence to the Generall, nor any man
¶of quality, I hope to be saued.
¶Cas. I, but by your leaue, not before me; the Leiutenant is to be
¶saued before the Ancient. Let's ha no more of this, let's to our af-
1225this is my right hand, and this is my left hand: I am not drunke now,
¶All. Excellent well.
1235And giue direction: and doe but see his vice,
¶Tis to his vertue, a iust equinox,
¶The one as long as th'other: tis pitty of him,
¶I feare the trust Othello put him in,
¶On some odde time of his infirmity,
¶Mon. But is he often thus.
¶Hee'le watch the horolodge a double set,
¶If drinke rocke not his cradle.
1245Mon. Twere well the Generall were put in minde of it,
¶Perhaps he sees it not, or his good nature,
¶And looke not on his euills: is not this true?
¶I pray you after the Leiutenant, goe.
Exit Rod.
¶Mon. And tis great pitty that the noble Moore
1255With one of an ingraft infirmity:
1260To cure him of this euill: but harke, what noyse.
¶
Enter Cassi}o,driuing in Roderigo.
¶Mon. What's the matter Leiutenant?
¶Cas. A knaue, teach mee my duty: but I'le beate the knaue into
1265a wicker bottle.
¶Rod. Beate me?
¶Mon. Come, come, you are drunke.
1275Nay good Leiutenant: godswill Gentlemen,
¶Helpe ho, Leiutenant: Sir Montanio, sir,
¶Helpe maisters, here's a goodly watch indeed,
¶Who's that that rings the bell? Diablo --- ho,
1280You will be sham'd for euer.
¶
Enter Othello, and Gentlemen with weapons.
¶Oth. What is the matter here?
¶Oth. Hold, for your liues.
¶Haue you forgot all place of sence, and duty:
¶Are we turn'd Turkes, and to our selues doe that,
1290Which Heauen has forbid the Ottamites:
¶He that stirres next, to carue forth his owne rage,
¶Holds his soule light, he dies vpon his motion;
¶Silence that dreadfull bell, it frights the Isle
1295From her propriety: what's the matter masters?
¶Honest Iago, that lookes dead with grieuing,
¶Speake, who began this, on thy loue I charge thee.
¶Iag. I doe not know, friends all but now, euen now,
¶In quarter, and in termes, like bride and groome,
1300Deuesting them to bed, and then but now,
¶As if some plannet had vnwitted men,
¶Swords out, and tilting one at others breast,
¶Any beginning to this peeuish odds;
1305And would in action glorious, I had lost
¶These legges, that brought me to a part of it.
¶Oth. How came it Michael, you were thus forgot?
¶Oth. Worthy Montanio, you were wont to be ciuill,
¶The world hath noted, and your name is great,
¶That you vnlace your reputation thus,
¶And spend your rich opinion, for the name
1315Of a night brawler? giue me answer to't?
¶Mon. Worthy Othello, I am hurt to danger,
¶Your Officer Iago can informe you,
¶Of all that I doe know, nor know I ought
¶Oth. Now by heauen
1325My blood begins my safer guides to rule,
¶Or doe but lift this arme, the best of you
¶Shall sinke in my rebuke: giue me to know
1330How this foule rout began, who set it on,
¶And he that is approou'd in this offence,
¶Tho he had twin'd with me, both at a birth,
¶Shall loose me; what, in a Towne of warre,
¶Yet wild, the peoples hearts brim full of feare,
1335To mannage priuate and domesticke quarrels,
¶In night, and on the Court and guard of safety?
¶Tis monstrous. Iago, who began?
¶Mon. If partiality affin'd, or league in office,
1340Thou art no souldier.
¶I had rather ha this tongue out from my mouth,
1345Shall nothing wrong him. Thus it is Generall:
¶There comes a fellow, crying out for helpe,
¶To execute vpon him: Sir this Gentleman
¶The Towne might fall in fright: he swift of foote,
¶Out ran my purpose: and I returnd the rather,
1355For that I heard the clinke and fall of swords:
¶And Cassio high in oaths, which till to night,
¶I ne're might see before: when I came backe,
¶For this was briefe, I found them close together,
¶At blow and thrust, euen as agen they were,
1360When you your selfe did part them.
¶More of this matter can I not report,
¶Oth. I know Iago,
¶Thy honesty and loue doth mince this matter,
¶But neuer more be Officer of mine.
Enter Desdemona,
with others.
¶Looke if my Gentle loue be not raisde vp:
¶I'le make thee an example.
1375Desd. What is the matter?
¶Come away to bed: sir, for your hurts,
¶Iago, looke with care about the Towne,
¶Come Desdemona: tis the Souldiers life,
¶Iag, What are you hurt Leiutenant?
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Exit Moore, Desdemona, and attendants.
1385Iag. Mary God forbid.
¶And what remaines is beastiall, my reputation,
¶Iago, my reputation.
¶bodily wound, there is more offence in that, then in Reputation: re-
¶to recouer the Generall agen: you are but now cast in his moode, a
1400him againe, and hees yours.
¶by, let vs call thee Diuell.
¶What had he done to you?
1410Cas. I know not.
¶enemy in there mouthes, to steale away there braines; that wee
¶Iag. Why, but you are now well enough: how came you thus
¶recouered?
¶is a diuell.
¶Iag. Come, come, good wine is a good familiar creature, if it be
¶well vs'd; exclaime no more against it; and good Leiutenant, I
¶thinke you thinke I loue you.
¶tell you what you shall do, --our Generals wife is now the Gene-
1440himselfe to the contemplation, marke and deuotement of her parts
¶you and her husband, intreate her to splinter, and my fortunes
¶against any lay, worth naming, this cracke of your loue
¶Cas. I thinke it freely, and betimes in the morning, will I be-
1455of my fortunes, if they checke me here.
¶Iag. You are in the right:
Good night Leiutenant, I must to the watch.
¶When this aduice is free I giue, and honest,
¶Proball to thinking, and indeed the course,
¶As the free Elements: and then for her
¶To win the Moore. wer't to renounce his baptisme,
¶Euen as her appetite shall play the god
¶With his weake function: how am I then a villaine?
¶Directly to his good: diuinity of hell,
¶As I doe now: for while this honest foole
1480Plyes Desdemona to repaire his fortunes,
¶I'le poure this pestilence into his eare,
1485She shall vndoe her credit with the Moore,
¶So will I turne her vertue into pitch,
¶How now Roderigo?
1495much experience for my paines, as that comes to, and no money at
¶all, and with that wit returne to Venice.
¶Iag. How poore are they, that ha not patience?
¶What wound did euer heale, but by degrees?
1500Thou knowest we worke by wit, and not by wichcraft,
¶And wit depends on dilatory time.
¶Retire thee, goe where thou art bill ted,
1510Nay get thee gon. Some things are to be done,
¶I'le set her on.
My selfe awhile, to draw the Moore apart,
¶And bring him iumpe, when he may Cassio finde,
1515Soliciting his wife: I, that's the way,
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Exeunt.
