Othello (Quarto 1, 1622)
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THE
Tragœdy of Othello,
The Moore of Venice.
As it hath beene diverse times acted at the
Globe, and at the Black-Friers, by
his Maiesties Seruants.
Written by VVilliam Shakespeare.
LONDON,
Printed by N.O.forThomas Walkley, and are to be sold at his
shop, at the Eagle and Child, in Brittans Bursse.
1622.
The Stationer to the Reader.
TO set forth a booke without an Epistle,
were like to the old English prouerbe, A
blew coat without a badge,& the Au-
thor being dead, I thought good to take
that piece of worke upon mee: To com-
mend it, I will not, for that which is good, I hope euery
man will commend, without intreaty: and I am the bol-
der, because the Authors name is sufficient to vent his
worke. Thus leauing every one to the liberty of iudge-
ment: I have ventered to print this Play, and leaue it
to the generall censure.
Yours,_
Thomas VValkley._
The Tragedy of Othello the Moore
of Venice.
¶
Enter Iago and Roderigo.
¶
Roderigo.
5That you Iago, who has had my purse,
¶Iag. S'blood, but you will not heare me,
If euer I did dreame of_such a matter, abhorre me.
¶Oft capt to him, and by the faith of man,
15I know my price, I am worth no worse a place.
¶But he, as louing his owne pride and purposes,
¶Horribly stuft with Epithites of warre:
18.1And in conclusion,
20I haue already chosen my officer, and what was he?
¶Forsooth, a great Arithmetition,
¶One Michael Cassio, a Florentine,
¶A fellow almost dambd in a faire wife,
25Nor the deuision of a Battell knowes,
30And I, of whom his eyes had seene the proofe,
¶At Rhodes, at Cipres, and on other grounds,
¶By Debitor and Creditor, this Counter-caster:
¶: He in good time, must his Leiutenant be,
¶Rod. By heauen I rather would haue bin his hangman.
¶Ia. But there's no remedy,
¶Preferment goes by letter and affection,
40Not by the olde gradation, where each second
¶Stood heire to the first:
Now sir be iudge your selfe,
¶to loue the Moore.
¶Rod. I would not follow him then.
¶I follow him to serue my turne vpon him,
¶Many a dutious and knee-crooking knaue,
50That doting on his owne obsequious bondage,
¶For noughe but prouender, and when hee's old cashierd,
¶Others there are, who trimd in formes,
And vissages of duty, keepe yet their hearts,
55Attending on themselues, and throwing
¶Doe well thriue by 'em,
¶And when they haue lin'd their coates,
¶Doe themselues homage,
¶It is as sure as you are Roderigo,
¶Were I the Moore, I would not be Iago:
¶In following him, I follow but my selfe.
65Heauen is my iudge, not I,
For loue and duty, but seeming so,
¶For my peculiar end.
¶For when my outward action does demonstrate
¶The natiue act, and figure of my heart,
¶In complement externe, tis not long after,
70But I will weare my heart vpon my sleeue,
¶For Doues to pecke at,
I am not what I am.
¶Rod. What a full fortune does the thicklips owe,
¶If he can carry'et thus?
¶Ia. Call vp her father,
¶And tho he in a fertile climate dwell,
¶Plague him with flyes: tho that his ioy be ioy,
¶Yet throw such changes of vexation out,
¶Ia. Doe with like timerous accent, and dire yell,
¶As when by night and negligence, the fire
¶Is spied in populous Citties.
85Rod. What ho, Brabantio; Seignior Brabantio, ho,
¶Ia. Awake, what ho, Brabantio,
Theeues, theeues, theeues:
¶Looke to your house, you Daughter, and your bags.
¶Theeues, theeues.
¶
Brabantio at a window.
Brab. What is the reason of this terrible summons?
90What is the matter there?
¶Rod. Seignior, is all your family within?
¶Ia. Are all doore lockts?
¶Brab. Why, wherefore aske you this?
¶Euen now, very now, an old blacke Ram
¶Awake the snorting Citizens with the Bell,
¶Bra. Not I, what are you?
¶Rod. My name is Roderigo.
¶I haue charg'd thee, not to haunt about my dores,
¶My daughter is not for thee, and now in madnes,
110Vpon malicious brauery, dost thou come
¶To start my quiet?
¶My spirit and my place haue them in power,
115To make this bitter to thee.
¶My house is not a graunge.
¶we are Ruffians, youle haue your daughter couered with a Barbary
125for Cousens, and Iennits for Iermans.
¶Bra. What prophane wretch art thou?
¶Moore, are now making the Beast with two backs.
¶Iag. You are a Senator.
¶For this delusion.
¶Bra. Strike on the tinder, Ho:
155Giue me a taper, call vp all my people:
¶This accident is not vnlike my dreame,
¶Light I say, light.
¶How euer this may gaule him with some checke,
¶Another of his fathome, they haue not
¶Tho I doe hate him, as I doe hells paines,
Finde him: lead to the Sagittar, the raised search,
¶And there will I be with him. So farewell.
Exit._
175
Enter Barbantio in his night gowne, and seruants
with Torches.
¶Raise all my kindred, are they married thinke you?
¶Rod. Truely I thinke they are.
¶Fathers from hence, trust not your Daughters mindes,
¶By what you see them act, is there not charmes,
¶By which the property of youth and manhood
190May be abus'd? haue you not read Roderigo,
¶Bra. Call vp my brother: O that you had had her,
¶Some one way, some another; doe yon know
195Where we may apprehend her, and the Moore?
¶To get good guard, and goe along with me.
¶I may command at most: get weapons ho,
¶On good Roderigo, Ile deserue your paynes.
Exeunt._
¶
Enter Othello, Iago, and attendants with Torches.
¶To doe no contriu'd murther; I lacke iniquity
¶Sometimes to doe me seruice: nine or ten times,
¶I had thought to haue ierk'd him here,
Vnder the ribbes.
¶Oth. Tis better as it is.
210Iag. Nay, but he prated,
¶I did full hard forbeare him: but I pray sir,
215That the Magnifico is much beloued,
¶And hath in his effect, a voyce potentiall,
¶As double as the Dukes, he will diuorce you,
¶Or put vpon you what restraint, and greeuance,
¶That law with all his might to inforce it on,
220Weele giue him cable.
¶My seruices which I haue done the Seigniorie,
¶Shall out tongue his complaints, tis yet to know,
¶That boasting is an honour,
225I shall provulgate, I fetch my life and being,
¶From men of royall height, and my demerrits,
¶May speake vnbonnited to as proud a fortune
¶As this that I haue reach'd; for know Iago,
¶But that I loue the gentle Desdemona,
230I would not, my vnhoused free condition,
¶Put into circumscription and confine
¶But looke what lights come yonder.
235You were best goe in:
¶My parts, my Title, and my perfect soule,
¶Shall manifest me rightly: it is they.
¶Ia. By Ianus I thinke no.
¶What is the newes.
¶Cas. The Duke does greete you Generall,
¶Euen on the instant.
¶Oth. What's the matter thinke you:
¶Cas. Something from Cipres, as I may diuine,
¶This very night, at one anothets heeles:
¶And many of the Consuls rais'd, and met,
¶Are at the Dukes already: you haue bin hotly cald for,
¶When being not at your lodging to be found,
¶To search you out.
¶Otht Tis well I am found by you,
260Cas. Auncient, what makes he here?
¶Ia. Faith he to night, hath boorded a land Carrick:
¶If it proue lawfull prize, hee's made for euer.
¶Ia. Hee's married,
265Cas. To who?
265.1
Enters Brabantio, Roderigo, and others with lights
¶
and weapons.
¶Ia. Marry to.---- Come Captaine, will you goe?
¶Oth. Ha, with who?
¶He comes to bad intent.
¶Rod. Seignior, it is the Moore.
¶Good Seignior you shall more command with yeares
¶Then with your weapons.
¶Dambd as thou art, thou hast inchanted her,
¶Whether a maide so tender, faire, and happy,
¶The wealthy curled darlings of our Nation,
¶Would euer haue (to incurre a general mocke)
¶Of such a thing as thou? to feare, not to delight,
¶Of Arts inhibited, and out of warrant?
¶Subdue him at his perill.
300Oth. Hold your hands:
¶Both you of my inclining and the rest,
¶Were it my Qu. to fight, I should haue knowne it,
¶Without a prompter, where will you that I goe,
¶And answer this your charge?
¶Call thee to answer.
¶Oth. What if I doe obey,
¶How may the Duke be therewith satisfied,
¶To beare me to him.
¶The Duke's in Councell, and your noble selfe,
¶Bra. How? the Duke in Councell?
¶In this time of the night? bring him away,
¶Or any of my Brothers of the State,
320Cannot but feele this wrong, as twere their owne.
Exeunt._
¶
Enter Duke and Senators, set at a Table with lights
and Attendants.
¶That giues them credit.
¶Du. And mine a hundred and forty.
3302 Sena. And mine two hundred:
¶But though they iumpe not on a iust account,
¶Tis oft with difference, yet doe they all confirme
¶But the mayne Articles I doe approue
Enter a Messenger._
¶One within. What ho, what ho, what ho?
¶So was I bid report here, to the state.
¶Tis a Pageant,
¶That as it more concernes the Turke then Rhodes,
¶So may he with more facile question beare it.
¶Dn. And in all confidence, hee's not for Rhodes.
¶Mes. The Ottamites, reuerend and gracious,
¶Haue there inioynted with an after fleete
¶Their backward course, bearing with franke appearance
¶With his free duty recommends you thus,
¶And prayes you to beleeue him.
375Marcus Luccicos is not here in Towne.
¶1 Sena. Hee's now in Florence.
380
Enter Brabantio, Othello, Roderigo, Iago, Cassio,
¶
Desdemona, and Officers.
¶1 Sena. Here comes Brabantio and the valiant Moore.
¶Against the generall enemy Ottaman;
¶I did not see you, welcome gentle Seignior,
385We lacke your counsell, and your helpe to night,
¶Bra. So did I yours, good your Grace pardon me,
¶Hath rais'd me from my bed, nor doth the generall care
¶Take any hold of me, for my particular griefes,
390Is of so floodgate and orebearing nature,
¶Du. Why, what's the matter?
¶Bra. My daughter, O my daughter.
395All. Dead?
¶Bra. I to me:
¶She is abus'd, stolne from me and corrupted,
¶By spels and medicines, bought of mountebancks,
¶Saunce witchcraft could not.
¶Du. Who ere he be, that in this foule proceeding
¶Hath thus beguild your daughter of her selfe,
¶And you of her, the bloody 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 approoued good maisters:
¶That I haue tane away this old mans daughter,
¶It is most true: true, I haue married her,
¶The very head and front of my offending,
420Hath this extent no more. Rude am I in my speech,
¶Their dearest action in the tented field,
425And little of this great world can I speake,
¶More then pertaines to feate of broyle, and battaile,
¶I will a round vnuarnish'd tale deliuer,
430Of my whole course of loue, what drugs, what charmes,
¶What coniuration, and what mighty Magicke,
¶(For such proceedings am I charg'd withall:)
¶I wonne his daughter.
¶So still and quiet, that her motion
¶Of yeares, of Countrey, credit, euery thing,
¶To fall in loue with what she fear'd to looke on?
440It is a iudgement maimd, and most imperfect,
¶To finde out practises of cunning hell,
¶Why this should be, I therefore vouch againe,
445That with some mixtures powerfull ore the blood,
¶Or with some dram coniur'd to this effect,
¶He wrought vpon her.
¶Du. To youth this is no proofe,
¶Without more certaine and more ouert test,
450These are thin habits, and poore likelihoods,
¶Did you by indirect and forced courses,
¶Subdue and poison this young maides affections?
¶Send for the Lady to the Sagittar,
¶And let her speake of me before her father;
460If you doe finde me foule in her report,
¶Not onely take away, but let your sentence
¶Euen fall vpon my life.
¶And till she come, as faithfull as to heauen,
470How I did thriue in this faire Ladyes loue,
¶And she in mine.
¶Du. Say it Othello.
¶Oth. Her Father loued me, oft inuited me,
475From yeare to yeare; the battailes, seiges, fortunes
¶That I haue past:
¶I ran it through, euen from my boyish dayes,
¶Toth' very moment that he bade me tell it.
480Of moouing accident of flood and field;
¶Of heire-breadth scapes ith imminent deadly breach;
¶Of being taken by the insolent foe:
¶And with it all my trauells Historie;
¶Rough quarries, rocks and hils, whose heads touch heauen,
¶And of the Cannibals, that each other eate;
¶The Anthropophagie, and men whose heads
490Doe grow beneath their shoulders: this to heare,
¶Shee'd come againe, and with a greedy eare
¶Tooke once a plyant houre, and found good meanes
¶To draw from her a prayer of earnest heart,
¶That I would all my pilgrimage dilate,
500But not intentiuely, I did consent,
¶And ofren did beguile her of her teares,
¶She gaue me for my paines a world of sighes;
¶Twas pittifull, twas wondrous pittifull;
¶And bad me, if I had a friend that loued her,
¶And that would wooe her. Vpon this heate I spake:
¶And I lou'd her that she did pitty them.
¶This onely is the witchcraft I haue vs'd:
515Here comes the Lady,
Let her witnesse it.
¶
Enter Desdemona, Iago, and the rest.
¶Du. I thinke this tale would win my daughter to, ----
¶Good Brabantio, take vp this mangled matter at the best,
¶Men doe their broken weapons rather vse,
520Then their bare hands.
¶Destruction lite on me, if my bad blame
525Doe you perceiue in all this noble company,
¶Where most you owe obedience?
¶Des. My noble father,
¶I doe perceiue here a deuided duty:
¶To you I am bound for life and education;
530My life and education both doe learne me
¶How to respect you, you are Lord of all my 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 bu'y, I ha 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 doe giue thee that, 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 tyranny,
¶To hang clogs on em, I haue done my Lord.
549.1Into your fauour.
550When remedies are past, the griefes are ended,
¶Is the next way to draw more mischiefe on;
¶What cannot be preseru'd when fortune takes,
555Patience her iniury a mockery makes.
¶Bra. So let the Turke, of Cypres vs beguile,
560He beares the sentence well that nothing beares,
¶But the free comfort, which from thence he heares:
¶That to pay griefe, must of poore patience borrow.
¶But words are words, I neuer yet did heare,
¶That the bruis'd heart was pierced through the eare:
570Othello, the fortitude of the place, is best knowne to you, and tho we
¶Hath made the flinty and steele Cooch of warre,
¶My thrice driuen bed of downe: I doe agnize
580A naturall and prompt alacrity,
¶Most humbly therefore, bending to your State,
585Due reuerence of place and exhibition,
¶As leuels with her breeding.
590Oth. Nor I.
¶To put my father in impatient thoughts,
¶By being in his eye: most gracious Duke,
¶To my vnfolding lend a gracious eare,
595And let me finde a charter in your voyce,
¶Des. That I did loue the Moore, to liue with him,
¶My downe right violence, and scorne of Fortunes,
600May trumpet to the world: my hearts subdued,
¶And to his Honors, and his valiant parts
605So that deere Lords, if I be left behinde,
¶A Mothe of peace, and he goe to the warre,
¶The rites for which I loue him, are bereft me,
¶By his deare absence, let me goe with him.
¶Haue a free way, I therefore beg it not
¶To please the pallat of my appetite,
¶Nor to comply with heate, the young affects
¶In my defunct, and proper satisfaction,
615But to be free and bounteous of her mind,
¶And heauen defend your good soules that you thinke
¶For she is with me; --- no, when light-winged toyes,
¶Make head against my reputation.
627.1Desd. To night my Lord?
¶Du. This night.
¶Oth. With all my heart.
¶Othello, leaue some officer behind,
¶As doth concerne you.
¶To be sent after me.
¶Good night to euery one, and noble Seignior,
¶If vertue no delighted beauty lacke,
¶Your son in law is farre more faire then blacke.
¶She has deceiu'd her father, may doe thee.
Exeunt._
¶I preethee let thy wife attend on her,
650And bring her after in the best aduantage;
¶Come Desdemona, I haue but an houre
¶Of loue, of worldly matters, and direction,
Why, thou silly Gentleman.
¶I would drowne my selfe, for the loue of a Ginny Hen, I would
¶change my humanity with a Baboone.
¶but it is not in my vertue to amend it.
¶our bodies are gardens, to the which our wills are Gardiners, so that
¶the power, and corrigible Authority of this, lies in our wills. If the
¶Rod. It cannot be.
695vnto the Moore, --- put money in thy purse, -- nor he to her; it was
¶able in their wills: --- fill thy purse with money. The food that to
Therefore put money in thy purse: if thou wilt needes damme
¶thy selfe, doe it a more delicate way then drowning; make all
¶wits, and all the tribe of hell, thou shalt enioy her; therefore make
¶money, --- a pox a drowning, tis cleane out of the way: seeke thou
¶goe without her.
¶thee often, and I tell thee againe, and againe, I hate the Moore, my
¶of Time, which will be deliuered. Trauerce, go, prouide thy money,
¶we will haue more of this to morrow, Adiue.
725Iag. At my lodging.
¶Rod. I'le be with thee betimes.
¶Iag. Go to, farewell: ---doe you heare Roderigo?
¶Iag. No more of drowning, doe you heare?
¶Thus doe I euer make my foole my purse:
730For I mine owne gain'd knowledge should prophane,
¶But for my sport and profit: I hate the Moore,
¶And tis thought abroad, that twixt my sheetes
¶Ha's done my office; I know not, if't be true ---
¶Will doe, as if for surety: he holds me well,
¶To get this place, and to make vp my will,
740A double knauery --- how, how, --- let me see,
¶That he is too familiar with his wife:
745The Moore a free and open nature too,
¶I ha't, it is ingender'd: Hell and night
750.1
Exit.
¶
Actus 2.
Scœna 1.
¶
Enter Montanio, Gouernor of Cypres, with
two other Gent#lemen.
¶Montanio.
VVhat from the Cape can you discerne at Sea?
¶Gent. Nothing at all, it is a high wrought flood,
755I cannot twixt the hauen and the mayne
760What ribbes of Oake, when the huge mountaine mes lt,
¶Can hold the morties, --- What shall we heare of this?
¶The chiding billow seemes to pelt the cloudes,
¶Seemes to cast water, on the burning Beare,
¶And quench the guards of th'euer fired pole,
¶I neuer did, like molestation view,
¶On the inchafed flood.
¶Be not inshelter'd, and embayed, they are drown'd,
¶
Enter a third Gentleman.
¶Gent. Newes Lords, your warres are done:
Turke,
A greeuous wracke and sufferance
¶On most part of the Fleete.
¶Mon. How, is this true?
A Veronessa, Michael Cassi}o,
¶Leiutenant to the warlike Moore Othello,
785Mon. I am glad on't, tis a worthy Gouernour.
¶And prayes the Moore be safe, for they were parted,
¶With foule and violent Tempest.
790Mon. Pray Heauen he be:
¶For I haue seru'd him, and the man commands
¶Like a full Souldier:
Lets to the sea side, ho,
¶As to throw out our eyes for braue Othello.
¶For euery minute is expectancy
¶Of more arriuance,
Enter Cassio._
¶That so approue the Moore, and let the heauens
¶Giue him defence against their Elements,
¶Of very expert and approu'd allowance,
¶Therefore my hope's not surfeited to death,
¶Stand in bold cure.
Enter a Messenger._
¶otand ranckes of people, and they cry a sayle.
¶Our friend at least.
A shot._
¶And giue vs truth, who tis that is arriu'd.
820Mon. But good Leiutenant, is your Generall wiu'd?
¶That parragons description, and wild fame:
¶One that excells the blasoning pens,
824.1Does beare all excellency: --- now, who has put in?
¶
Enter 2. Gentleman.
¶Gent. Tis one Iago, ancient to the Generall,
¶The guttered rocks, and congregated sands,
¶As hauing sence of beauty, do omit
¶Their common natures, letting goe safely by
835The diuine Desdemona.
¶Left in the conduct of the bold Iago.
840Whose footing here anticipates our thoughts
¶
Enter Desdemona, Iago, Emillia, and Roderigo
.845Giue renewd fire,
To our extincted spirits.
¶Ye men of Cypres, let her haue your knees:
850Haile to thee Lady: and the grace of heauen,
¶Before, behinde thee, and on euery hand,
¶Enwheele thee round.
¶What tidings can you tell me of my Lord?
855Cas. He is not yet arriued, nor know I ought,
¶But that hee's well, and will be shortly here.
¶Gent. They giue their greeting to the Cittadell,
¶This likewise is a friend.
¶Let it not gall your patience, good Iago,
¶That I extend my manners, tis my breeding,
¶You'd haue enough.
¶Iag. I know too much.
875Mary, before your Ladiship I grant,
¶She puts her tongue a little in her heart,
¶And chides with thinking.
¶Iag. Come on, Come on, you are Pictures out adores:
880Bells in your Parlors: Wildcats in your Kitchins:
¶Saints in your iniuries: Diuells being offended:
¶O fie vpon thee slanderer.
¶You rise to play, and goe to bed to worke.
¶Iag. No, let me not.
¶Iag. O gentle Lady, doe not put me to't,
¶For I am nothing, if not Criticall.
895Iag. I Madam.
¶Desd. I am not merry, but I doe beguile
¶Iag. I am about it, but indeed my inuention
Comes from my pate, as birdlime does from freeze,
900It plucks out braine and all: but my Muse labors,
¶And thus she is deliuer'd:
¶For euen her folly helpt her, to a haire.
915That's foule and foolish?
¶But does foule prankes, which faire and wise ones doe.
920that in the authority of her merrits, did iustly put on the vouch of
¶very malice it selfe?
¶Iag. She that was euer faire, and neuer proud,
¶Had tongue at will, and yet was neuer lowd,
925Neuer lackt gold, and yet went neuer gay,
¶She that being angred, her reuenge being nigh,
930To change the Codshead for the Salmons taile.
¶She was a wight, if euer such wight were.
¶Des. To doe what?
¶Doe not learne of him Emillia, tho he be thy husband;
¶Counsellour?
¶More in the Souldier then in the Scholler.
¶Moore, I know his Trumpet.
Trumpets within.
953.1
Enter Othello ,and Attendants.
955Des. Lets meete him, and receiue him.
¶Cas. Loe, where he comes.
¶Oth. O my faire Warriour.
¶Des. My deare Othello.
960Oth. It giues me wonder great as my content,
¶May the winds blow, till they haue wakened death,
965And let the labouring Barke clime hills of seas,
¶Olympus high, and duck againe as low,
¶As hell's from Heauen: If it were now to dye,
¶T'were now to be most happy, for I feare
970That not another comfort, like to this
¶Succeeds in vnknowne Fate,
¶Des. The Heauens forbid,
975Euen as our dayes doe growe.
¶I cannot speake enough of this content,
¶It stops me heere, it is too much of ioy:
980That ere our hearts shall make.
¶Iag. O, you are well tun'd now,
As honest as I am.
¶Newes friends, our warres are done, the Turks are drownd:
¶How doe our old acquaintance of the Isle;
¶I prattle out of fashion, and I dote,
990In mine one comforts: I preethee good Iago,
¶Goe to the Bay, and disimbarke my Coffers;
¶Bring thou the Master to the Cittadell;
995Once more well met at Cypres.
Exit._
¶a Nobility in their natures, more then is natiue to them --- list me,
1000the Leiutenant to night watches on the Court of Guard: first I will
¶tell thee, this Desdemona is directly in loue with him.
¶in yeares, manners and beauties; all which the Moore is defectiue in:
¶gree of this fortune, as Cassio does? a knaue very voluble, no farder
¶compleate knaue, and the woman has found him already.
¶dition.
¶thou not see her paddle with the palme of his hand?
¶that their breathes embrac'd together. When these mutualities
¶you from Venice: watch you to night, for your command I'le lay't
¶vpon you, Cassio knowes you not, I'le not be farre from you, do you
¶Rod. Well.
1055Trunchen may strike at you; prouoke him that he may, for euen out
¶mou'd, without which there were no expectation of our prosperity.
¶Rod. I will doe this, if I can bring it to any opportunity.
1070That she loues him, tis apt and of great credit;
¶The Moore howbe't, that I indure him not,
¶Is of a constant, noble, louing nature;
¶And I dare thinke, hee'le proue to Desdemona,
¶A most deere husband: now I doe loue her too,
¶But partly lead to diet my reuenge,
¶Hath leap'd into my seate, the thought whereof
1080Doth like a poisonous minerall gnaw my inwards,
¶Till I am euen with him, wife, for wife:
¶Or failing so, yet that I put the Moore,
1085That Iudgement cannot cure; which thing to doe,
¶For his quicke hunting, stand the putting on,
¶I'le haue our Michael Cassio on the hip,
¶Abuse him to the Moore, in the ranke garbe,
1090(For I feare Cassio, with my nightcap to)
¶Make the Moore thanke me, loue me, and reward me,
¶And practising vpon his peace and quiet,
1095Knaueries plaine face is neuer seene, till vs'd.
Exit.
¶
Enter a Gentleman reading a Proclamation.
¶It is Othello's pleasure; our noble and valiant Generall, that vpon
¶certaine tidings now arriued, importing the meere perdition of the
¶is the celebration of his Nuptialls: So much was his pleasure
1105should bee proclaimed. All Offices are open, and there is full
¶liberty, from this present houre of fiue, till the bell hath told
¶Othello.
1110
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
.¶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.
¶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.
¶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,
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
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?
133.1
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.
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
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,
1516.1
Exeunt.
¶
Enter Cassi}o,with Musitians and the Clowne.
1520Something that's briefe, and bid good morrow Generall.
¶Clo. O, thereby hangs a tayle.
¶with it.
1535greatly care.
¶nish away.
¶Cas. Preethee keepe vp thy quillets, there's a poore peece of
¶gold for thee: if the Gentlewoman that attends the Cenerals wife
1545speech --- wilt thou doe this?
¶tifie vnto her.
Enter Iago._
¶Cas. Doe good my friend: In happy time Iago.
1550Iag. You ha not bin a bed then.
¶Cas. Why no, the day had broke before we parted:
¶And Ile deuise a meane to draw the Moore
¶May be more free.
Exit.
¶Cas. I humbly thanke you for it: I neuer knew
1560A Florentine more kinde and honest:
¶
Enter Emilla.
¶The Generall and his wife are talking of it,
¶That he you hurt is of great fame in Cypres,
¶And needes no other suitor but his likings,
1570To bring you in againe.
¶If you thinke fit, or that it may be done,
¶With Desdemona alone.
1575Em. Pray you come in,
Exeunt._
1580
Enter Othello, Iago, and other Centlemen.
¶And by him, doe my duties to the State;
¶That done, I will be walking on the workes,
¶Repaire there to me.
1585Iag. Well my good Lord, I'le do't.
Exeunt._
¶
Enter Desdemona, Cassi}o and Emillia.
¶All my abilities in thy behalfe.
¶Em. Good Madam do, I know it grieues my husband,
¶As if the case were his.
¶But I will haue my Lord and you againe,
¶As friendly as you were.
¶Cas. Bountious Madame,
1600Hee's neuer any thing but your true seruant.
1605Cas. I but Lady,
1610My Generall will forget my loue and seruice:
¶Desd. Doe not doubt that, before Emillia here,
¶If I doe vow a friendship, I'le performe it
1615I'le watch him tame, and talke him out of patience;
¶I'le intermingle euery thing he does,
1620Then giue thee cause: away.
¶
Enter Othello, Iago, and Gentlemen
.¶Em. Madam, here comes my Lord.
¶Cas. Madam, I'le take my leaue.
¶Vnfit for mine owne purpose.
¶Iag. Ha, I like not that.
1630Iag. Nothing my Lord; or if, I know not what.
¶Seeing you comming.
1635Oth. I doe beleeue twas he.
¶Desd. How now my Lord,
¶I haue beene talking with a suiter here,
¶If I haue any grace or power to moue you,
¶For if he be not one that truely loues you,
¶That erres in ignorance, and not in cunning,
1645I haue no iudgement in an honest face,
¶I preethee call him backe.
¶Oth. Went he hence now?
¶That he has left part of his griefes with me,
1650I suffer with him; good loue call him backe.
1655Oth. No, not to night.
¶Desd. To morrow dinner then?
¶I meete the Captaines, at the Cittadell.
¶I preethee name the time, but let it not
¶Exceed three dayes: Ifaith hee's penitent,
¶To incurre a priuate checke: when shall he come?
¶Tell me Othello: I wonder in my soule,
¶What you could aske me, that I should deny?
1670That came a wooing with you, and so many a time
¶Hath tane your part, to haue so much to doe
¶To bring him in? Birlady I could doe much.
¶Oth. Preethee no more, let him come when he will,
1675I will deny thee nothing.
¶Desd. Why this is not a boone,
¶Tis as I should intreate you weare your gloues:
¶Or sue to you, to doe a peculiar profit
¶Wherein I meane to touch your loue indeed,
¶And fearefull to be granted.
¶Oth. I will deny thee nothing,
1685Whereon I doe beseech thee grant me this,
¶To leaue me but a little to my selfe.
¶Desd. Shall I deny you? no, farewell my Lord.
¶Desd. Emillia, come, be it as your fancies teach you,
1690What ere you be I am obedient.
Exit Desd. and Em._
¶But I doe loue thee, and when I loue thee not,
¶Chaos is come againe.
¶Iag. My noble Lord.
¶Know of your loue?
¶No further harme.
¶Oth. Why of thy thought Iago?
¶Iag. I did not thinke he had beene acquainted with her.
¶Oth. O yes, and went betweene vs very often.
1705Iag. Indeed?
¶Is he not honest?
1710Iag. My Lord, for ought I know.
¶Iag. Thinke my Lord?
¶Oth. Thinke my Lord? By heauen he ecchoes me.
¶And when I told thee, he was of my counsell,
¶Shew me thy thought.
¶Iag. My Lord, you know I loue you.
¶And for I know, thou art full of loue and honesty,
¶They are close denotements, working from the heart,
1740Oth. Nay yet there's more in this,
¶I preethee speake to me to thy thinkings:
¶The worst of word.
¶Iag. Good my Lord pardon me;
1745Though I am bound to euery act of duty,
¶I am not bound to that all slaues are free to,
¶As where's that pallace, whereinto foule things
¶With meditations lawfull?
1755A stranger to thy thoughts.
1760Shapes faults that are not, I intreate you then,
¶From one that so imperfectly coniects,
¶You'd take no notice, nor build your selfe a trouble,
¶It were not for your quiet, nor your good,
¶To let you know my thoughts,
¶Oth. Zouns.
¶Iag. Good name in man and woman's deere my Lord;
¶Is the immediate Iewell of our soules:
¶But he that filches from me my good name,
¶Robs me of that, which not inriches him,
1775And makes me poore indeed.
¶Oth. By heauen I'le know thy thought.
¶Iag. You cannot, if my heart were in your hand,
1780O beware iealousie.
¶It is the greene eyd monster, which doth mocke
¶Who certaine of his fate, loues not his wronger:
¶But oh, what damned minutes tells he ore,
¶Iag. Poore and content, is rich, and rich enough,
¶To him that euer feares he shall be poore:
1790Good God, the soules of all my tribe defend
¶From iealousie,
¶Oth. Why, why is this?
¶To follow still the changes of the Moone
¶Is once to be resolud: exchange me for a Goate,
¶Matching thy inference: tis not to make me iealous,
1800To say my wife is faire, feedes well, loues company,
¶Where vertue is, these are more virtuous:
¶Nor from mine owne weake merrits will I draw
¶I'le see before I doubt, when I doubt, proue,
¶And on the proofe, there is no more but this:
1810To shew the loue and duty that I beare you,
¶With franker spirit: therefore as I am bound
¶Receiue it from me: I speake not yet of proofe,
¶Weare your eie thus, not iealous, nor secure,
1815I would not haue your free and noble nature,
¶Out of selfe-bounty be abus'd, looke to't:
¶In Venice they doe let God see the prankes
¶Is not to leaue vndone, but keepe vnknowne.
¶Iag. She did deceiue her father marrying you;
1825She lou'd them most.
Oth. And so she did.
¶Iag. Why go too then,
1830He thought twas witchcraft: but I am much too blame,
¶I humbly doe beseech you of your pardon,
¶For too much louing you.
¶Oth. Not a iot, not a iot.
¶Iag. Ifaith I feare it has.
¶Comes from my loue: But I doe see you are moou'd,
¶Oth. I will not.
¶My Lord, I see you are moou'd.
1850Oth. No, not much moou'd,
1855Iag. I, there's the point: as to be bold with you,
¶Not to affect many proposed matches,
¶Of her owne Clime, complexion, and degree,
¶Whereto we see in all things, nature tends;
¶Foule disproportion: thoughts vnnaturall.
¶But pardon me: I doe not in position,
¶Her will recoyling to her better iudgement,
1865May fall to match you with her countrey formes,
¶And happily repent.
¶Oth. Farewell, if more
¶Thy wife to obserue: leaue me Iago.
¶Iag. My Lord I take my leaue.
¶Sees and knowes more, much more then he vnfoulds.
1875 My Lord, I would I might intreate your honour,
¶Tho it be fit, that Cassio haue his place,
¶For sure he fills it vp with great ability:
¶Yet if you please to hold him off awhile,
1880You shall by that perceiue him and his meanes;
¶Note if your Lady straine her entertainement,
¶With any strong or vehement importunity,
¶Much will be seene in that, in the meane time,
¶Let me be thought too busie in my feares,
1885As worthy cause I haue, to feare I am;
¶And hold her free, I doe beseech your honour.
1890And knowes all qualities, with a learned spirit
¶Of humaine dealing: if I doe prooue her haggard,
¶I'de whistle her off, and let her downe the wind,
¶To prey at fortune. Happily, for I am blacke,
¶That Chamberers haue, or for I am declind
¶Into the valt of yeares; yet that's not much,
¶Shee's gone, I am abus'd, and my releife
1900That we can call these delicate creatures ours,
¶And not their appetites: I had rather be a Toade,
¶And liue vpon the vapor in a dungeon,
¶Then keepe a corner in a thing I loue,
¶For others vses: yet tis the plague of great ones,
¶Euen then this forked plague is fated to vs,
¶When we doe quicken: Desdemona comes,
¶I'le not beleeue it.
¶
Enter Desdemona and Emillia.
¶Desd. How now my deare Othello?
¶Your dinner, and the generous Ilander
¶By you inuited, doe attend your presence,
1915Oth. I am to blame.
¶Oth. I haue a paine vpon my forehead, here.
¶Des. Faith that's with watching, t'will away againe;
1920Let me but bind your head, within this houre
¶It will be well againe.
¶Oth. Your napkin is too little:
¶Let it alone, come I'le goe in with you.
¶This was her first remembrance from the Moore,
¶My wayward husband, hath a hundred times
¶And giu't Iago: what hee'll doe with it,
¶Heauen knowes, not I,
Enter Iago._
¶I nothing know, but for his fantasie.
¶Iag. How now, what doe you here alone?
¶Em. Doe not you chide, I haue a thing for you.
¶Iag. A thing for me, it is a common thing.
1940Em. Ha?
¶Em. O, is that all? what will you giue me now,
¶For that same handkercher?
¶Iag. What handkercher?
1945Em. What handkercher?
1950And to the aduantage, I being here, took't vp:
¶Looke here it is.
¶Iag. A good wench, gine it me.
¶Em What will you doe with it, that you haue bin
¶So earnest to haue me filch it?
1955Iag. Why, what's that to you?
¶Giue mee't againe, poore Lady, shee'll run mad,
¶And let him finde it: trifles light as ayre,
¶Are to the iealous, confirmations strong
¶As proofes of holy writ, this may doe something,
¶Dangerous conceits are in their natures poisons,
¶But with a little art, vpon the blood,
Ent. Othello._
¶looke where he comes, not Poppy, nor Mandragora,
¶Iag. Why how now Generall? no more of that.
¶I sweare, tis better to be much abus'd,
¶Then but to know a little.
1980Iag. How now my Lord?
¶I saw't not, thought it not, it harm'd not me,
¶I slept the next night well, was free, and merry;
1985He that is rob'd, not wanting what is stolne,
¶Let him not know'r, and hee's not rob'd at all.
¶Oth. I had bin happy if the generall Campe,
1990So I had nothing knowne: O now for euer
¶Farewell the tranquile mind, farewell content:
¶Farewell the plumed troope, and the big warres.
¶That makes ambition vertue: O farewell,
¶Farewell the neighing Steed, and the shrill Trumpe,
¶The royall Banner, and all quality,
¶Pride, pompe, and circumstance of glorious warre.
¶And O ye mortall Engines, whose wide throates,
¶The immortall Ioues great clamor counterfeit;
2000Farewell, Othello's Occupation's gone.
¶Be sure of it, giue me the oculer proofe,
¶Or by the worth of mans eternall soule,
2005Thou hadst bin better haue beene borne a dog,
¶Then answer my wak'd wrath.
¶That the probation, beare no hinge, nor loope,
2010To hang a doubt on: or woe vpon thy life.
¶Iag. My noble Lord.
¶Neuer pray more, abandon all remorce.
¶On horrors head, horrors accumilate:
2015Do deeds, to make heauen weepe, all earth amaz'd,
¶Iag. O grace, O heauen defend me,
2020God buy, you take thine office, -- O wretched foole,
¶O monstrous world, take note, take note, O world,
¶I thanke you for this profit, and from hence,
¶And looses that it workes for:
¶I doe repent me that I put it to you,
¶You would be satisfied.
2040Oth. Would, nay, I will.
¶Behold her topt?
¶Oth. Death and damnation --oh.
2045Iag. It were a tedious difficulty I thinke,
¶To bring em to that prospect, dam em then,
¶More then their owne; what then, how then?
¶Were they as prime as Goates, as hot as Monkies,
¶As ignorance made drunke: But yet I say,
2055Which leade directly to the doore of truth,
¶Iag. I doe not like the office,
¶I will goe on: I lay with Cassio lately,
2065One of this kinde is Cassio:
¶Let vs be merry, let vs hide our loues;
¶And then sir, would he gripe and wring my hand,
¶That grew vpon my lips, then layed his
leg
Ouer my thigh, and sigh'd, and kissed, and then
¶Cried, cursed fate, that gaue thee to the Moore.
2075Iag. Nay, this was but his dreame.
¶And this may helpe to thicken other proofes,
2080Oth. I'le teare her all to peeces.
¶She may be honest yet, tell me but this,
¶Spotted with strawberries in your wiues hand.
¶I am sure it was your wiues, did I to day
¶See Cassio wipe his beard with.
¶Oth. If't be that.
2090Iag. If it be that, or any, it was hers,
¶One is too poore, too weake for my reuenge:
¶Now doe I see tis time, looke here Iago,
2095All my fond loue, thus doe I blow to heauen, -- tis gone.
¶Arise blacke vengeance, from thy hollow Cell,
¶Yeeld vp O loue thy crowne, and harted Throne,
¶For tis of Aspecks tongues.
¶Oth. O blood, Iago, blood.
¶Oth. Neuer:
¶In the due reuerence of a sacred vow,
¶I here ingage my words.
2115You Elements that clip vs round about,
Iago kneeles._
¶The excellency of his wit, hand, heart,
¶To wrong'd Othello's seruice: let him command,
¶And to obey, shall be remorce,
2120VVhat bloody worke so euer.
¶Not with vaine thankes, but with acceptance bounteous,
¶And will vpon the instant put thee to't,
2125That Cassio's not aliue,
¶Iag. My friend is dead:
¶Tis done as you request, but let her liue.
¶Come, goe with me apart, I will withdraw
¶For the faire diuell: now art thou my Leiutenant.
2135Iag. I am your owne for euer.
¶
Exeunt._
¶
Enter Desdemonia Emilla and the Clowne.
¶Des. VVhy man?
¶Des. Go to, where lodges he?
2145.1and say he lies there, were to lie in my throate.
¶Desd. Can you inquire him out, and be edified by report?
¶And by them answer.
2155Desd. Seeke him, bid him come hither, tell him I haue moued my
¶Lord in his behalfe, and hope all will be well.
¶I'le attempt the doing of it.
Exit._
¶Em. I know not Madam.
¶As iealous creatures are, it were enough,
¶To put him to ill thinkiug.
¶Em. Is he not iealous:
¶Desd. Who he? I thinke the Sun where he was borne,
2170Drew all such humors from him.
Enter Othello._
¶Em. Looke were he comes.
¶Des. I will not leaue him now,
Let Cassio be cald to him: how is it with you my Lord?
¶How doe you Desdemona?
¶Des. Well, my good Lord.
¶Not hot and moist, this hand of yours requires
2185For heere's a young and swetting diuell here,
¶That commonly rebels: tis a good hand,
¶A franke one.
¶For twas that hand that gaue away my heart.
2190Oth. A liberall hand, the hearts of old gaue hands,
¶But our new herraldry is hands, not hearts.
¶Lend me thy handkercher,
¶Des. Here my Lord.
¶Oth. That which I gaue you.
2200Des. I haue it not about me.
¶Oth. Not.
¶Des. No faith my Lord.
¶Oth. Thats a fauit: that handkercher
¶Did an Egyptian to my mother giue,
2205She was a charmer, and could almost reade
¶T'would make her amiable, and subdue my father
Intirely to her loue: But if she lost it,
¶Or made a gift of it: my fathers eye
¶After new fancies: she dying, gaue it me,
¶And bid me when my fate would haue me wiue,
¶To giue it her; I did so, and take heede on't,
¶Make it a darling, like your pretious eye,
¶As nothing else could match.
¶Oth. Tis true, there's magicke in the web of it,
¶A Sybell that had numbred in the world,
¶In her prophetique fury, sowed the worke;
¶The wormes were hallowed that did breed the silke,
¶And it was died in Mummy, with the skilfull
¶Conserues of maidens hearts.
¶Oth. Ha, wherefore?
¶Oth. Say you?
¶Oth. Ha.
¶This is a tricke, to put me from my suite,
¶I pray let Cassio, be receiu'd againe.
¶Oth. The handkercher.
¶Oth. The handkercher.
2245Des. A man that all his time,
¶Hath founded his good fortunes on your loue,
¶Shar'd dangers with you.
¶Oth. The handkercher.
¶Des. Ifaith you are too blame.
¶Em. Is not this man iealous?
¶Sure there's some wonder in this handkercher,
¶
Enter Iago and Cassi}o.
¶They are all but stomacks, and we all but foode;
¶They eate vs hungerly, and when they are full,
¶They belch vs; looke you, Cassio and my husband.
¶That by your vertuous meanes, I may againe
¶Exist, and be a member of his loue,
¶Whom I, with all the duty of my heart,
¶Intirely honour, I would not be delayed:
2270If my offence be of such mortall kind,
¶Nor purpos'd merrit, in futurity
¶Can ransome me, into his loue againe
2275So shall I cloth 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 humor altred.
¶What I can doe I will, and more I will
¶Iag. Is my Lord angry?
¶Em. He went hence but now,
¶When it hath blowne his rankes into the ayre;
¶And (like the Diuell) from his very arme,
¶Puft his owne brother, and can he be angry?
2295Something of moment then: I will goe meete him,
¶There's matter in't indeed, if he be angry.
¶Either from Venice, or some vnhatcht practice,
¶Made demonstrable here in Cypres to him,
¶Mens natures wrangle with inferior things,
¶Tho great ones are the obiect,
Tis euen so: for let our finger ake,
¶And it endues our other heathfull members,
2305Men are not gods,
¶As fits the Bridall: beshrew me much Emillia,
¶I was (vnhandsome, warrior as I am)
¶And hee's indited falsly.
¶Em. Pray heauen it be State matters, as you thinke,
¶And no conception, nor no iealous toy
¶Concerning you.
¶They are not euer iealous for the cause,
¶But iealous for they are iealous: tis a monster,
¶Em. Lady, Amen.
¶Cas. What make you from home?
¶How is it with you my most faire Bianca?
¶What, keepe a weeke away? seuen daies and nights,
¶More tedious then the diall, eightscore times,
2335No weary reckoning.
¶Cas. Pardon me Bianca,
¶I haue this while with laden thoughts bin prest,
2340Take me this worke out.
¶Ist come to this?
2345Cas. Go to woman,
¶From whence you haue them, you are iealous now,
¶No by my faith Bianca,
2350Bian. Why who's is it?
¶I like the worke well, ere it be demanded,
¶As like enough it will, I'de haue it coppied,
2355Take it, and do't, and leaue me for this time.
¶Bian. Leaue you, wherefore?
¶Cas. I doe attend here on the Generall,
¶And thinke it no addition, nor my wish,
¶Bian. But that you doe not loue me:
¶I pray you bring me on the way alittle,
2365Cas. Tis but a little way, that I can bring you,
¶
Exeunt._
¶
Actus. 4.
2370
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._
¶
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.
¶
Enter Othello and Emillia.
¶Em. Neuer, my Lord.
¶Em. Neuer.
¶Oth. To fetch her fan, her mask, her gloues, nor nothing?
¶Em. Neuer, my Lord.
¶If any wretch ha put this in your head,
¶Let heauens requite it with the Serpents curse.
¶There's no man happy, the purest of her Sex
¶Is foule as slander.
Exit Emillia._
¶Oth. Bid her come hither, goe,
¶
Enter Desdemona and Emillia.
¶Des. My Lord, what is your will?
2715Oth. Pray chucke come hither.
¶Des. What horrible fancy's this?
2720Leaue procreants alone, and shut the dore,
¶Coffe, or cry hem, if any body come,
Exit Em._
¶I vnderstand a fury in your words,
2724.1But not the words.
2725Oth. Why, what art thou?
¶Des. Your wife my Lord, your true and loyall wife.
Least being like one of heauen, the diuells themselues
¶Should feare to cease thee, therefore be double dambd.
¶Sweare thou art honest.
¶Des. Heauen doth truely know it.
¶Des. Alas the heauy day, why do you weepe?
¶An Instrument of this your calling backe,
2740Lay not your blame on me; if you haue left him,
¶Why I haue left him too.
¶Oth. Had it pleas'd heauen
¶To try me with affliction, had he ram'd
2745Steep'd me in pouerty, to the very lips,
¶Giuen to captiuity, me and my hopes,
¶A drop of patience; but alas, to make me
¶A fixed figure, for the time of scorne,
2750To point his slow vnmouing fingers at -- oh, oh,
¶Yet could I beare that too, well, very well.
¶But there: where I haue garner'd vp my heart,
¶Where either I must liue, or beare no life,
¶The fountaine, from the which my currant runnes,
¶Or keepe it as a Cesterne, for foule Toades
¶To knot and gender in: turne thy complexion there,
¶Patience thy young and rose-lip'd Cherubin,
¶I here looke grim as Hell.
¶That quicken euen with blowing:
O thou blacke weede, why art so louely faire?
2765Would thou hadst ne're bin borne.
¶Made to write whore on? --- What, committed?
2775Is husht within the hallow mine of earth,
¶Des. By heauen you doe me wrong.
¶From any hated foule vnlawfull touch,
¶Be not to be a strumpet, I am none.
¶Oth. What, not a whore?
¶Oth. I cry you mercy,
¶I tooke you for that cunning whore of Venice,
¶That haue the office opposite to S. Peter,
¶And keepes the gates in hell, I, you, you, you;
¶We ha done our course; there's money for your paines,
¶I pray you turne the key, and keepe our counsell.
Exit._
2795Em. Alas, what does this Gentleman conceiue?
¶How doe you Madam, how doe you my good Lady?
¶Em. Good Madam, what's the matter with my Lord?
2800Des. With who?
¶Em. Why with my Lord Madam.
¶Des. I ha none, doe not talke to me Emillia,
2805I cannot weepe, nor answer haue I none,
¶But what should goe by water: preethee to night
¶Lay on my bed our wedding sheetes, remember,
¶And call thy husband hither.
¶How haue I bin behau'd, that he might sticke
2815How ist with you?
¶Doe it with gentle meanes, and easie taskes,
¶He might ha chid me so, for in good faith,
¶I am a child at chiding.
2820Iag. What is the matter Lady?
¶As true hearts cannot beare.
¶Des. Am I that name Iago?
2825Iag. What name faire Lady?
¶Em. He call'd her whore: A begger in his drinke,
¶Could not haue layed such tearmes vpon his Callet.
¶Iag. Doe not weepe, doe not weepe: alas the day.
¶Her Father, and her Countrey, all her friends,
¶To be cald whore? would it not make one weepe?
¶Des. Nay, heauen doth know.
2845Em. A halter pardon him, and hell gnaw his bones:
¶Why should he call her whore? who keepes her company?
¶What place, what time, what forme, what likelihood?
¶The Moore's abus'd by some outragious knaue:
¶And put in euery honest hand a whip,
¶Iag. Speake within dores.
¶Iag. You are a foole, goe to.
¶Des. O Good Iago,
¶VVhat shall I doe to win my Lord againe?
¶Good friend goe to him, for by this light of heauen,
2865I know not how I lost him.
¶Iag. I pray you be content, tis but his humour,
2880.1And he does chide with you.
¶Des. If t'were no other.
¶How now Roderigo?
Enter Roderigo.
¶Iag. VVhat in the contrary?
2895Aduantage of hope: I will indeed no longer indure it,
Nor am I yet perswaded to put vp in peace, what already
¶Iag. Will you heare me Roderigo?
¶Rod. Faith I haue heard too much, for your words,
2900And performance are no kin together.
¶had from me, to deliuer to Desdemona, would halfe haue corrupted
expectation, and comforts, of suddaine respect, and acquittance, but
¶I finde none.
¶Iag. Well, goe to, very good.
¶Rod. Very well, goe to, I cannot goe to man, it is not very well,
¶in it.
¶Iag. Very well.
2920of doing.
¶time doe build on thee, a better opinion then euer before, giue me
¶Rod. It hath not appeared.
¶not without wit and iudgement: But Roderigo, if thou hast that
2930within thee indeed, which I haue greater reason to beleeue now,
¶from this world with treachery, and deuise engines for my life.
¶To depute Cassio in Othello's place.
¶Returne againe to Venice.
¶Iag. O no, he goes into Mauritania, and takes away with him
2945determinate, as the remouing of Cassio.
¶Rod. How doe you meane remouing of him?
¶Iag. Why, by making him vncapable of Othello's place,
¶Knocking out his braines.
2950Rod. And that you would haue me to doe.
¶to night with a harlot, and thither will I goe to him; --- he knowes
¶not yet of his honourable fortune: if you will watch his going
¶thence, which I will fashion to fall out betweene twelue and one,
¶
Enter Othello, Desdemona, Lodouico, Emillia,
¶
and Attendants.
¶Des. My Lord.
¶dispatch your Attendant there, ---looke it be done.
Exeunt.
¶Des. I will my Lord.
¶Em. How goes it now? he lookes gentler then he did.
¶He hath commanded me to goe to bed,
¶Des. It was his bidding, therefore good Emillia,
2985Giue me my nightly wearing, and adiue,
2990Prethee vnpin me; haue grace and fauour in them.
¶If I doe die before thee, prethee shrowd me
¶Des. My mother had a maid cald Barbary,
¶She was in loue, and he she lou'd, prou'd mad,
¶An old thing 'twas, but it exprest her fortune,
¶Will not goe from my mind -- harke, who's that knocks?
¶Em. It is the wind.
¶Des. Now get thee gone, good night:
Mine eyes doe itch, does that bode weeping?
¶Em. Tis neither here nor there.
¶Em. Why would not you.
¶Des. No, by this heauenly light.
¶Em. Nor I neither, by this heauenly light,
¶I might doe it as well in the darke.
¶Em. The world is a huge thing, it is a great price,
¶For a small vice.
¶ sures of Lawne, nor for Gownes, or Petticotes, nor Caps, nor any
¶such exhibition; but for the whole world? vds pitty, who would
¶not make her husband a Cuckole, to make him a Monarch? I should
¶venture purgatory for it.
¶For the whole world.
¶Em. Why, the wrong is but a wrong i'the world; and hauing the
¶world for your labour, tis a wrong in your owne world, and you
3055might quickly make it right.
¶the world they played for.
¶Not to picke bad from bad, but by bad mend.
Exeunt.
3080
Actus. 5.
¶
Enter Iago and Roderigo,
¶Weare thy good Rapier bare, and put it home,
3085Quicke, quicke, feare nothing, I'le be at thy elboe;
¶It makes vs or it marres vs, thinke of that,
3090Rod. I haue no great deuotion to the dead;
¶Tis but a man gone: forth my sword, he dies.
¶And he growes angry now: whether he kill Cassio,
3095Or Cassio him, or each doe kill the other,
¶Euery way makes my game; liue Roderigo,
¶He calls me to a restitution large,
¶For Gold and Iewells, that I bobd from him,
¶As gifts to Desdemona:
¶He has a daily beauty in his life,
¶That makes me vgly: and besides, the Moore
¶May vnfould me to him; there stand I in perrill:
Ent. Cas._
¶I will make proofe of thine.
¶Cas. I am maind for euer, light ho, murder, murder.
¶
Enter Othello.
3115Rod. O villaine that I am.
¶Cas. O helpe ho, light, a Surgeon.
3120Thou teachest me; -- minion, your deare lies dead,
¶And your fate hies apace; strumpet I come;
¶Forth of my heart, those charmes thine eyes are blotted,
Ex.
3125
Enter Lodouico and Gratiano.
¶Rod. O wretched villaine.
¶Lod. Two or three grones, it is a heauy night,
¶To come into the cry without more helpe.
¶
Enter Iago with a light.
¶Lod. Harke.
¶Lod. I doe not know.
¶Iag. Did not you heare a cry?
3145Iag. What's the matter.
¶Grat. This is Othello's Ancient, as I take it.
3150Giue me some helpe.
¶Iag. O my Leiutenant: what villaines haue done this?
¶Cas I thinke the one of them is heere about,
¶And cannot make away.
3155Iag. O treacherous villaines:
¶What are you there? come in and giue some helpe.
¶Rod. O, helpe me here.
¶Cas. That's one of em.
¶How silent is this Towne? Ho, murder, murder:
¶What may you be, are you of good or euill?
¶Iag. Seignior Lodouico.
3170Iag. How is it brother?
¶Iag. Mary heauen forbid:
¶
Enter Bianca.
3180Who they should be, that thus haue mangled you?
¶Cas. No.
¶To beare a part in this: patience a while good Cassio:
3190Lend me a light; know we this face, or no?
¶Alas my friend, and my deare countrey man:
¶Roderigo? no, yes sure: O heauen Roderigo.
¶Gra. What of Venice?
3195Gra. Know him? I.
¶Iag. Seignior Gratiano, I cry you gentle pardon:
¶Some good man beare him carefully from hence,
¶Was my deare friend, what malice was betwixt you?
¶Cas. None in the world, nor doe I know the man.
¶Iag. What, looke you pale? O beare him out o'th aire.
¶Doe you perceiue the ieastures of her eye,
¶Behold her well I pray you, looke vpon her,
Will speake, though tongues were out of vse.
Enter Em._
¶Em. 'Las what's the matter? what's the matter husband?
¶By Roderigo, and fellowes that are scap't,
¶Iag. This is the fruite of whoring, pray Emillia,
¶What, doe you shake at that?
¶As you, that thus abuse me.
3230Em. As I: fough, fie vpon thee.
¶Emillia, runne you to the Cittadell,
3235And tell my Lord and Lady what has hapt:
¶Will you goe on, I pray, this is the night,
¶That either markes me, or foredoes me quite.
¶
Exeunt._
¶
Enter Othello with a light.
¶Put out the light, and then put out the light:
¶If I quench thee, thou flaming minister,
¶I can againe, thy former light restore,
¶Should I repent me; but once put out thine,
3250Thou cunning patterne of excelling nature,
¶I know not where is that promethian heate,
¶That can thy light returne: when I haue pluckt the rose,
¶I cannot giue it vitall growth againe,
¶Be thus, when thou art dead, and I will kill thee,
¶But they are cruell teares; this sorrowes heauenly,
¶Des. Who's there, Othello?
3265Des. Will you come to bed my Lord?
¶Des. I my Lord:
¶Vnreconcil'd as yet to heauen and grace,
3270Sollicite for it straite.
¶Des. Alas my Lord, what may you meane by that?
¶Oth. Well doe it, and be briefe, I will walke by,
¶I would not kill thy vnprepared spirit,
3275No, heauen fore-fend, I would not kill thy soule.
¶Des. Talke you of killing?
¶Oth. I, I doe.
¶Des. Then heauen haue mercy on me.
¶Oth. Amen, with all my heart.
¶Oth. Hum.
¶Des. And yet I feare you, for you are fatall then,
¶Des. They are loues I beare to you.
¶Des. That death's vnnaturall, that kills for louing,
3290Alas, why gnaw you so your neather lip?
¶These are portents: but yet I hope
¶They doe not point on me.
¶Send for the man and aske him.
¶Thou art on thy death-bed.
¶Des. I, but not yet to die.
3305For to deny each article with oath,
¶Cannot remoue, nor choke the strong conceit,
¶That I doe groane withall: thou art to die.
¶Des. The Lord haue mercy on me.
3310Des. And haue you mercy too:
¶I neuer did offend you in my life, --neuer lou'd Cassio,
¶But with such generall warranty of heauen,
¶As I might loue: I neuer gaue him token.
¶And makest me call, what I intend to doe,
¶A murder, which I thought a sacrifice,
¶I saw the handkercher.
¶Des. He found it then,
3320I neuer gaue it him, send for him hither,
¶Des. What, my Lord?
¶Oth. Thar he hath ----vds death.
3325Des. How, vnlawfully?
¶Oth. I.
¶Honest Iago hath tane order for't.
3330Des. My feare interprets then, --what is he dead?
¶Oth. Had all his haires bin liues,
My great reuenge had stomacke for 'em all.
¶Des. Alas he is betraid, and I vndone.
¶Des. Kill me to morrow, let me liue to night.
¶Em. My Lord, my Lord, what ho, my Lord, my Lord.
¶Oth. What voyce is this? not dead? not yet quite dead?
¶I that am cruell, am yet mercifull,
3350Em. What ho, my Lord, my Lord.
¶Oth. Who's there?
¶The noyse was here; ha, no more mouing,
3360My wife, my wife, my wife; I ha no wife;
¶O insupportable: O heauy houre.
¶Me thinks it should be now a huge Ecclips
¶Of Sunne and Moone, and that the affrighted Globe,
¶Should yawne at alteration.
¶Oth. I had forgot thee: O come in Emillia.
¶Soft, by and by; let me the Curtaines draw,
Ent. Emil._
¶Where art thou? whats the matter with thee now?
¶Em. O my good Lord, yonder's foule murders done.
¶Oth. What, now?
¶Em. But now my Lord.
3375Oth. It is the very error of the Moone,
¶She comes more neere the earth, then she was wont,
¶And makes men mad.
¶Cal'd Roderigo.
3385Em. O Lord, what cry is that?
¶Oth. That? what?
¶Em. Out and alas, it is my Ladyes voyce,
¶Helpe, helpe, ho helpe, O Lady speake againe,
¶Em. O who has done this deed?
¶Commend me to my kinde Lord, O farewell.
she dies._
3395Em. Alas, who knowes?
¶Oth. She's like a lyer, gone to burning Hell,
¶'Twas I that kild her.
¶And you the blacker diuell.
¶O I were damn'd beneath all depth in hell,
¶But that I did proceed, vpon iust grounds,
3410To this extremity, thy husband knew it all.
¶Em. My husband?
¶Oth. Thy husband.
3415If heauen would make me such another world,
¶Of one intire and perfect Crisolite,
¶I'de not haue sold her for it.
¶Em. My husband?
¶That sticks on filthy deedes.
¶Em. My husband?
¶Rot halfe a graine a day: he lies to'th heart,
¶Oth. Ha?
¶This deed of thine is no more worthy heauen,
¶Then thou wast worthy her.
3440As I haue to be hurt: O gull, O dolt,
¶As ignorant as dirtt; thou hast done a deed ---
¶I care not for thy sword, I'le make thee know,
¶Tho I lost twenty liues : helpe, helpe, O helpe;
3445
Enter Montano, Gratiano, Iago, and others.
¶Mon. What is the matter? how now Generall?
¶Em. O, are you come Iago? you haue done well,
¶That men must lay their murder on your neck.
¶All. What is the matter?
¶Speake, for my heart is full.
¶Iag. I told him what I thought, and told no more,
¶Then what he found himselfe was apt and true.
¶Iag. I did.
3460Em. You told a lie, an odious damned lie;
¶Vpon my soule, a lie, a wicked lie:
¶Iag. What are you mad, I charge you get you home.
¶Tis proper I obey him, but not now:
¶Perchance Iago, I will ne're goe home.
3485Em. Nay, lay thee downe, and rore,
¶That ere did lift vp eye.
¶I scarce did know you Vncle, there lies your Niece,
¶I know this act shewes terrible and grim.
¶Thy match was mortall to him, and pure griefe,
3495Shore his old thread atwane: did he liue now,
¶And fall to reprobation.
¶Oth. Tis pittifull, but yet Iago knowes,
¶And she did gratifie his amorous workes,
¶With the recognisance and pledge of loue,
3505It was a handkercher; an Antique token
¶My father gaue my mother.
¶Em. O God, O heauenly God.
¶Iag. Zouns, hold your peace.
3510I'le be in speaking, liberall as the ayre,
¶Let heauen, and men, and diuells, let em all,
¶Em. I will not.
¶I found by fortune, and did giue my husband:
3520More then indeed belong'd to such a trifle,
¶He beg'd of me to steale it.
¶Iag. Villainous whore.
¶And I did giu't my husband.
¶Em. By heauen I doe not, I doe not Gentlemen,
¶Doe with so good a woman?
3528.1
The Moore runnes at Iago. Iago kils his wife.
3535Gra. Hee's gone, but his wife's kild.
¶Mon. Tis a notorious villaine, take your weapon,
¶Which I haue here recouered from the Moore:
¶But kill him rather, I'le after that same villaine,
3540For tis a damned slaue.
Exit Mont. and Gratiano._
¶Oth. I am not valiant neither,
¶Let it goe all.
3550So speaking as I thinke, I die, I die.
she dies._
¶Oth. I haue another weapon in this chamber,
¶O here it is; Vncle I must come forth.
Gra. within._
¶Gra. What is the matter?
¶Oth. Behold, I haue a weapon,
¶Vpon a Souldiers thigh: I haue seene the day,
¶That with this little arme, and this good sword,
¶I haue made my way through more impediments,
3565Who can controule his Fate? tis not so now,
¶This looke of thine, will hurle my soule from heauen,
3575And fiends will snatch at it: cold, cold, my girle,
¶Whippe me you Diuells,
¶
Enter Lodouico, Montano, Iago, and Officers,
3582.1
Cassio in a Chaire.
3585Oth. That's he that was Othello, here I am.
¶Lod. Where is this Viper, bring the villaine forth.
¶Oth. I looke downe towards his feet, but that's a fable
¶If thou beest a diuell, I cannot kill thee.
¶Oth. Why any thing,
¶An honourable murderer if you will:
¶For nought did I in hate, but all in honour.
¶Oth. I.
¶Oth. I doe beleeue it, and I aske you pardon,
3605Will you pray, demand that demy diuell,
¶Iag. Demand me nothing, what you know you know,
¶From this time forth I neuer will speake word.
¶Lod. What not to pray?
3610Grat. Torments will op'e your lips.
Which, as I thinke you know not: here is a letter,
3615Found in the pocket of the slaine Roderigo;
¶And here another; the one of them imports
¶The death of Cassio; to be vndertooke ---by Roderigo.
¶Oth. O villaine.
¶Found in his pocket too, and this it seemes,
¶Roderigo meant to haue sent this damned villaine,
¶But that belike, Iago, in the nicke
3625Came in, and satisfied him.
¶Oth. O the pernitious catieffe!
¶How came you Cassio by a handkercher,
¶That was my wifes?
¶Cas. I found it in my chamber,
¶Which wrought to his desire.
¶Oth. O foole, foole, foole.
3635How he vpbraides Iago, that he made him,
¶Braue me vpon the watch, whereon it came,
¶After long seeming dead, Iago hurt him,
¶Iago set him on.
¶Your power and your command is taken off,
¶If there be any cunning cruelty,
¶That can torment him much, and hold him long,
¶Till that the nature of your fault be knowne
¶To the Venetian State; come, bring him away.
¶Oth. Soft you, a word or two,
3650No more of that: I pray you in your letters,
¶Speake of them as they are; nothing extenuate,
3655Of one that lou'd not wisely, but too well:
¶Of one not easily iealous, but being wrought,
¶Perplext in the extreame; of one whose hand,
¶Like the base Indian, threw a pearle away,
3660Albeit vnused to the melting moode,
¶Drops teares as fast as the Arabian trees,
¶Their medicinall gum; set you downe this,
¶Where a Malignant and a Turb_and Turke,
3665Beate a Venetian, and traduc'd the State;
¶I tooke bi'th throate the circumcised dog,
¶And smote him thus.
He stabs himselfe._
¶Lod. O bloody period.
He dies._
¶Cas. This did I feare, but thought he had no weapon,
¶For he was great of heart.
¶Lod. O Spartane dog,
3675More fell then anguish, hunger, or the Sea,
¶Looke on the tragicke lodging of this bed:
¶Let it be hid: Gratiano, keepe the house,
3680And ceaze vpon the fortunes of the Moore:
¶For they succeed to you, to you Lord Gouernour,
¶The time, the place, the torture: O inforce it,
3685This heauy act with heauy heart relate.
Exeunt omnes._
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