Othello (Quarto 1, 1622)
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Actus. 4.
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Enter Iago and Othello.
2375Iag. Or to be naked with her friend abed,
¶An houre, or more, not meaning any harme.
¶Oth. Naked abed Iago, and not meane harme?
2380The diuell their vertue tempts, and they tempt heauen.
¶But if I giue my wife a handkercher.
¶Oth. What then?
¶Iag. Why then tis hers my Lord, and being hers,
2385She may, I thinke, bestow't on any man.
¶Oth. She is protectres of her honour to,
¶May she giue that?
¶They haue it very oft, that haue it not:
2390But for the handkercher.
¶As doth the Rauen o're the infected house,
¶Boding to all.) He had my handkercher.
2395Iag. I, what of that?
¶Who hauing by their owne importunate suite,
¶But they must blab.
2405No more then hee'l vnsweare.
¶Iag. Faith that he did --I know not what he did.
2410Oth. With her?
¶Iag. With her, on her, what you will.
¶hankerchers.
He fals downe.
¶Iag. Worke on my medicine, worke: thus credulous fooles are
¶meete reproach; What ho my Lord, my Lord I say, Othello, --how
¶now Cassio.
Enter Cassio._
¶Cas. What's the matter?
¶Cas. Rub him about the Temples.
2431.1Iag. No, forbeare,
¶If not he foames at mouth, and by and by
2435Doe you withdraw your selfe a little while,
¶He will recouer straight, when he is gone,
¶How is it Generall, haue you not hurt your head?
2440Iag. I mocke you? no by Heauen,
¶Would you would beare your fortunes like a man.
¶And many a ciuill monster.
¶Thinke euery bearded fellow, that's but yoak'd,
¶May draw with you, there's millions now aliue,
¶That nightly lyes in those vnproper beds,
¶O tis the spite of hell, the fiends arch mocke,
¶To lip a wanton in a secure Coach,
¶Iag. Stand you awhile apart,
¶Whilst you were here ere while, mad with your griefe,
¶Bid him anon retire, and here speake with me,
¶And marke the Ieeres, the Iibes, and notable scornes,
2465That dwell in euery region of his face;
¶For I will make him tell the tale anew,
¶Where, how, how oft, how long agoe, and when,
¶He has, and is againe to cope your wife:
¶And nothing of a man.
¶I will be found most cunning in my patience;
¶But yet keepe time in all; will you withdraw?
¶Buys her selfe bread and cloathes: it is a Creature,
¶To beguile many, and be beguild by one,
Ent. Cassio:_
¶He, when he heares of her, cannot refraine
¶Quite in the wrong: How doe you now Leiutenant?
2490Whose want euen kills me.
¶Now if this suite lay in Bianca's power,
¶Cas. Alas poore Catiue.
2495Oth. Looke how he laughes already.
¶Oth. Now he denyes it faintly, and laughes it out.
2500Oth. Now he importunes him to tell it on,
¶Goe to, well said.
¶Doe you intend it?
¶Cas. Ha, ha, ha.
2505Oth. Doe you triumph Roman, doe you triumph?
2515marry her, out of her owne loue and flattery, not out of my promise.
¶was tother day, talking on the sea banke, with certaine Venetians, and
thither comes this bauble, by this hand she fals thus about my neck.
¶me, ha, ha, ha.
¶Tis such another ficho; marry a perfum'd one, what doe you meane
¶by this hanting of me.
¶Bian. Let the diuel and his dam haunt you, what did you meane
2535by that same handkercher, you gaue mee euen now? I was a fine
¶foole to take it; I must take out the whole worke, a likely peece of
¶worke, that you should find it in your chamber, and not know who
¶take out no worke on't.
¶not, come when you are next prepar'd for.
Exit.
¶Iag. After her, after her.
¶with you.
¶Cas. Preethee come, will you?
¶Iag. Did you perceiue, how he laughed at his vice?
¶Oth. O Iago,
¶Oth. Was that mine?
¶Oth. I would haue him nine yeares a killing; a fine woman, a faire
¶an Emperours side, and command him taskes.
¶Iag. Nay that's not your way.
¶out of a Beare; of so hye and plentious wit and inuention.
¶dition.
¶Iag. I, too gentle.
2580Oth. I that's certaine, but yet the pitty of it Iago, the pitty.
¶for if it touches not you, it comes neere no body.
¶Iag. O tis foule in her.
¶Oth. With mine Officer.
¶Iag. That's fouler.
¶with her, lest her body and beauty vnprouide my minde agen, this
¶night Iago.
¶bed she hath contaminated.
¶more by midnight.
A Trumpet._
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Enter Lodouico, Desdemona, and Attendants.
2600Oth. Excellent good:
What Trumpet is that same?
¶Come from the Duke, and see your wife is with him.
¶Lod. The Duke and Senators of Venice greete you.
¶An vnkind breach, but you shall make all well.
¶Des. My Lord.
¶Oth. This faile you not to doe, as you will. ---
¶To attone them, for the loue I beare to Cassio.
¶Des. My Lord.
2625Desd. What, is he angry?
¶Lod. May be the letter mou'd him;
¶For as I thinke, they doe command him home,
¶Deputing Cassio in his gouernement.
¶Desd. By my troth, I am glad on't.
2630Oth. Indeed.
¶Des. My Lord.
¶Oth. Diuell.
¶Lod. My Lord, this would not be beleeu'd in Venice,
¶Make her amends, she weepes.
¶Oth. O Diuell, Diuell,
2640If that the earth could teeme with womens teares
¶Each drop she falls, would proue a Crocadile:
¶Out of my sight.
¶Lod. Truely an obedient Lady:
¶Des My Lord.
¶Lod. Who, I my Lord?
¶Sir she can turne, and turne, and yet go on,
¶Very obedient, proceed you in your teares,
¶I am commanded here: -- get you away,
¶I'le send for you anon: -- Sir, I obey the mandat,
¶And will returne to Venice: ---hence, auant,
¶You are welcome sir to Cypres, --goates and monkies.
Exit.
¶Lod. Is this the noble Moore, whom our full Senate
¶Call all in all sufficient? This the noble nature,
¶The shot of accident, nor dart of chance
¶Could neither graze, nor peirce?
¶Iag. He is much changed.
¶What he might be, if as he might, he is not,
¶I would to heauen he were.
¶Or did the letters worke vpon his blood.
¶And new create this fault?
¶Iag. Alas, alas.
¶And marke how he continues.
¶
Exeunt.
