Othello (Modern)

11.1
 1.1.0.12Enter Roderigo and Iago.
 1.1.13Roderigo
 1.1.24Tush, never tell me! I take it much unkindly
 1.1.35That thou, Iago, who hast had my purse
 1.1.46As if the strings were thine, shouldst know of this.
 1.1.57Iago
 'Sblood, but you'll not hear me! If ever I did dream 8of such a matter, abhor me.
 1.1.69Roderigo
 Thou told'st me 10thou didst hold him in thy hate.
 1.1.711Iago
 Despise me 12if I do not. Three great ones of the city,
 1.1.813In personal suit to make me his lieutenant,
 1.1.914Off-capped to him--and by the faith of man
 1.1.1015I know my price; I am worth no worse a place--
 1.1.1116But he, as loving his own pride and purposes,
 1.1.1217Evades them with a bombast circumstance
 1.1.1318Horribly stuffed with epithets of war,
 1.1.1419Non-suits my mediators. For "Certes," says he,
 1.1.1520"I have already chose my officer."
 1.1.1820.1And what was he?
 1.1.1621Forsooth, a great arithmetician,
 1.1.1722One Michael Cassio, a Florentine--
 23A fellow almost damned in a fair wife--
 1.1.1924That never set a squadron in the field,
 1.1.2025Nor the division of a battle knows
 1.1.2126More than a spinster, unless the bookish theoric
 1.1.2227Wherein the tonguèd consuls can propose
 1.1.2328As masterly as he. Mere prattle without practise
 1.1.2429Is all his soldiership. But he, sir, had th'election;
 1.1.2530And I--of whom his eyes had seen the proof
 1.1.2631At Rhodes, at Cyprus, and on other grounds,
 1.1.2732Christened and heathen--must be beleed and calmed
 1.1.2833By debitor and creditor. This countercaster,
 1.1.2934He, in good time, must his lieutenant be,
 1.1.3035And I, God bless the mark, his Moorship's ancient.
 1.1.3136Roderigo
 By heaven, I rather would have been his hangman.
 1.1.3237Iago
 Why, there's no remedy. 38'Tis the curse of service;
 1.1.3339Preferment goes by letter and affection,
 1.1.3440And not by old gradation, where each second
 1.1.3541Stood heir to th'first. Now sir, be judge yourself
 1.1.3642Whether I in any just term am affined
 1.1.3743To love the Moor.
 1.1.3844Roderigo
 I would not follow him then.
 1.1.3945Iago
 Oh, sir, content you.
 1.1.4046I follow him to serve my turn upon him.
 1.1.4147We cannot all be masters, nor all masters
 1.1.4248Cannot be truly followed. You shall mark
 1.1.4349Many a duteous and knee-crooking knave
 1.1.4450That, doting on his own obsequious bondage,
 1.1.4551Wears out his time, much like his master's ass,
 1.1.4652For naught but provender, and when he's old--cashiered.
 1.1.4753Whip me such honest knaves! Others there are
 1.1.4854Who, trimmed in forms and visages of duty,
 1.1.4955Keep yet their hearts attending on themselves,
 1.1.5056And, throwing but shows of service on their lords,
 1.1.5157Do well thrive by them--58and, when they have lined their coats,
 1.1.5259Do themselves homage. 60These fellows have some soul,
 1.1.5361And such a one do I profess myself. For, sir,
 1.1.5462It is as sure as you are Roderigo,
 1.1.5563Were I the Moor, I would not be Iago.
 1.1.5664In following him, I follow but myself.
 1.1.5765Heaven is my judge, not I for love and duty,
 1.1.5866But seeming so for my peculiar end.
 1.1.5967For when my outward action doth demonstrate
 1.1.6068The native act and figure of my heart
 1.1.6169In complement extern, 'tis not long after
 1.1.6270But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve
 1.1.6371For daws to peck at. I am not what I am.
 1.1.6472Roderigo
 What a full fortune does the thick-lips owe
 1.1.6573If he can carry't thus!
 74Iago
 If he can carry't thus!  Call up her father.
 1.1.6675Rouse him, make after him, poison his delight,
 1.1.6776Proclaim him in the streets. Incense her kinsmen,
 1.1.6877And, though he in a fertile climate dwell,
 1.1.6978Plague him with flies; though that his joy be joy,
 1.1.7079Yet throw such chances of vexation on't
 1.1.7180As it may lose some color.
 1.1.7281Roderigo
 Here is her father's house. I'll call aloud.
 1.1.7382Iago
 Do, with like timorous accent and dire yell
 1.1.7483As when, by night and negligence, the fire
 1.1.7584Is spied in populous cities.
 1.1.7685Roderigo
 What ho! Brabantio, Signor Brabantio, ho!
 1.1.7786Iago
 Awake! What ho, Brabantio! Thieves, thieves!
 1.1.7887Look to your house, your daughter, and your bags!
 1.1.7988Thieves, thieves!
 1.1.79.1[Enter Brabantio above at a window.]
 1.1.8089Brabantio
 What is the reason of this terrible 90summons?
 1.1.81What is the matter there?
 1.1.8291Roderigo
 Signor, is all your family within?
 1.1.8392Iago
 Are your doors locked?
 93Brabantio
 Are your doors locked?  Why? Wherefore ask you this?
 1.1.8494Iago
 Zounds, sir, you're robbed! For shame, put on your gown!
 1.1.8595Your heart is burst; you have lost half your soul.
 1.1.8696Even now, now, very now, an old black ram
 1.1.8797Is tupping your white ewe. Arise, arise!
 1.1.8898Awake the snorting citizens with the bell,
 1.1.8999Or else the devil will make a grandsire of you.
 1.1.90100Arise, I say!
 101Brabantio
 Arise, I say!  What, have you lost your wits?
 1.1.91102Roderigo
 Most reverend signor, do you know my voice?
 1.1.92103Brabantio
 Not I. What are you?
 1.1.93104Roderigo
 My name is Roderigo.
 1.1.94105Brabantio
 The worser welcome.
 1.1.95106I have charged thee not to haunt about my doors.
 1.1.96107In honest plainness thou hast heard me say
 1.1.97108My daughter is not for thee. And now in madness,
 1.1.98109Being full of supper and distempering drafts,
 1.1.99110Upon malicious bravery dost thou come
 1.1.100111To start my quiet.
 112Roderigo
 To start my quiet.  Sir, sir, sir--
 113Brabantio
 To start my quiet. Sir, sir, sir--  But thou must needs be sure
 1.1.101114My spirit and my place have in their power
 1.1.102115To make this bitter to thee.
 116Roderigo
 To make this bitter to thee.  Patience, good sir.
 1.1.103117Brabantio
 What tell'st thou me of robbing? 118This is Venice;
 1.1.104My house is not a grange.
 119Roderigo
 My house is not a grange.  Most grave Brabantio,
 1.1.105120In simple and pure soul, I come to you.
 1.1.106121Iago
 Zounds, sir, you are one of those that will not serve God 122if the devil bid you. Because we come to do you service 123and you think we are ruffians, you'll have your 124daughter covered with a Barbary horse, you'll have your 125nephews neigh to you, you'll have coursers for cousins 126and jennets for germans.
 1.1.107127Brabantio
 What profane wretch art thou?
 1.1.108128Iago
 I am one, sir, that comes to tell you your 129daughter and the Moor are making the beast with two backs.
 1.1.109130Brabantio
 Thou art a villain.
 131Iago
 Thou art a villain.  You are a senator.
 1.1.110132Brabantio
 This thou shalt answer. I know thee, Roderigo.
 1.1.111133Roderigo
 Sir, I will answer anything. But I beseech you,
 1.1.112134If't be your pleasure and most wise consent,
 1.1.113135As partly I find it is, that your fair daughter,
 1.1.114136At this odd-even and dull watch o'th'night,
 1.1.115137Transported with no worse nor better guard
 1.1.116138But with a knave of common hire, a gondolier,
 1.1.117139To the gross clasps of a lascivious Moor--
 1.1.118140If this be known to you and your allowance,
 1.1.119141We then have done you bold and saucy wrongs.
 1.1.120142But if you know not this, my manners tell me
 1.1.121143We have your wrong rebuke. Do not believe
 1.1.122144That from the sense of all civility
 1.1.123145I thus would play and trifle with your reverence.
 1.1.124146Your daughter, if you have not given her leave,
 1.1.125147I say again, hath made a gross revolt,
 1.1.126148Tying her duty, beauty, wit, and fortunes
 1.1.127149In an extravagant and wheeling stranger
 1.1.128150Of here and everywhere. Straight satisfy yourself:
 1.1.129151If she be in her chamber or your house,
 1.1.130152Let loose on me the justice of the state
 1.1.131153For thus deluding you.
 154Brabantio
 For thus deluding you.  Strike on the tinder, ho!
 1.1.132155Give me a taper. Call up all my people.
 1.1.133156This accident is not unlike my dream;
 1.1.134157Belief of it oppresses me already.
 1.1.135158Light, I say, light!
 1.1.135.1Exit [Brabantio].
 159Iago
 Light, I say, light!  Farewell, for I must leave you.
 1.1.136160It seems not meet nor wholesome to my place
 1.1.137161To be produced--as, if I stay, I shall--
 1.1.138162Against the Moor. For I do know the state,
 1.1.139163However this may gall him with some check,
 1.1.140164Cannot with safety cast him, for he's embarked
 1.1.141165With such loud reason to the Cyprus wars,
 1.1.142166Which even now stands in act, that for their souls
 1.1.143167Another of his fathom they have none
 1.1.144168To lead their business. In which regard,
 1.1.145169Though I do hate him as I do hell pains,
 1.1.146170Yet, for necessity of present life,
 1.1.147171I must show out a flag and sign of love--
 1.1.148172Which is indeed but sign. That you shall surely find him,
 1.1.149173Lead to the Sagittary the raisèd search,
 1.1.150174And there will I be with him. So farewell.
 1.1.150.1Exit [Iago].
 1.1.151175Enter Brabantio in his nightgown, and servants with torches.
 1.1.152176Brabantio
 It is too true an evil. Gone she is,
 1.1.153177And what's to come of my despisèd time
 1.1.154178Is naught but bitterness. Now Roderigo,
 1.1.155179Where didst thou see her?‚--Oh, unhappy girl!--
 1.1.156180With the Moor sayst thou?--Who would be a father?--
 1.1.157181How didst thou know 'twas she?--Oh, she deceives me
 1.1.158182Past thought!--What said she to you? Get more tapers;
 1.1.159183Raise all my kindred! Are they married think you?
 1.1.160184Roderigo
 Truly, I think they are.
 1.1.161185Brabantio
 O heaven! How got she out? 186Oh, treason of the blood!
 1.1.162187Fathers, from hence trust not your daughters' minds
 1.1.163188By what you see them act. Is there not charms
 1.1.164189By which the property of youth and maidhood
 1.1.165190May be abused? Have you not read, Roderigo,
 1.1.166191Of some such thing?
 192Roderigo
 Of some such thing?  Yes, sir, I have indeed.
 1.1.167193Brabantio
 Call up my brother.--Oh, would you had had her!--
 1.1.168194Some one way, some another.--Do you know
 1.1.169195Where we may apprehend her and the Moor?
 1.1.170196Roderigo
 I think I can discover him, if you please
 1.1.171197To get good guard and go along with me.
 1.1.172198Brabantio
 Pray you, lead on. At every house I'll call--
 1.1.173199I may command at most. Get weapons, ho,
 1.1.174200And raise some special officers of night!
 1.1.175201On, good Roderigo; I will deserve your pains.
 1.1.175.1Exeunt.
 2021.2
 1.2.0.1203Enter Othello, Iago, [and] attendants, with torches.
 1.2.1204Iago
 Though in the trade of war I have slain men,
 1.2.2205Yet do I hold it very stuff o'th'conscience
 1.2.3206To do no contrived murder; I lack iniquity
 1.2.4207Sometime to do me service. Nine or ten times
 1.2.5208I had thought t'have yerked him here under the ribs.
 1.2.6209Othello
 'Tis better as it is.
 210Iago
 'Tis better as it is.  Nay, but he prated,
 1.2.7211And spoke such scurvy and provoking terms
 1.2.8212Against your honor
 1.2.9212.1That with the little godliness I have
 1.2.10213I did full hard forbear him. But I pray you, sir,
 1.2.11214Are you fast married? Be assured of this,
 1.2.12215That the magnifico is much beloved,
 1.2.13216And hath in his effect a voice potential
 1.2.14217As double as the duke's. He will divorce you,
 1.2.15218Or put upon you what restraint or grievance
 1.2.16219The law, with all his might to enforce it on,
 1.2.17220Will give him cable.
 221Othello
 Will give him cable.  Let him do his spite;
 1.2.18222My services, which I have done the signory,
 1.2.19223Shall out-tongue his complaints. 'Tis yet to know--
 1.2.20224Which, when I know that boasting is an honor,
 1.2.21225I shall promulgate--I fetch my life and being
 1.2.22226From men of royal siege; and my demerits
 1.2.23227May speak unbonneted to as proud a fortune
 1.2.24228As this that I have reached. For know, Iago,
 1.2.25229But that I love the gentle Desdemona,
 1.2.26230I would not my unhousèd free condition
 1.2.27231Put into circumscription and confine
 1.2.28232For the sea's worth. But look, what lights come yond?
 1.2.29233Enter Cassio [and officers] with torches.
 1.2.30234Iago
 Those are the raisèd father and his friends;
 1.2.31235You were best go in.
 236Othello
 You were best go in.  Not I. I must be found.
 1.2.32237My parts, my title, and my perfect soul
 1.2.33238Shall manifest me rightly. Is it they?
 1.2.34239Iago
 By Janus, I think no.
 1.2.35240Othello
 The servants of the duke? 241And my lieutenant?
 1.2.36242The goodness of the night upon you, friends.
 1.2.37243What is the news?
 244Cassio
 What is the news?  The duke does greet you, general,
 1.2.38245And he requires your haste-post-haste appearance,
 1.2.39246Even on the instant.
 247Othello
 Even on the instant.  What is the matter, think you?
 1.2.40248Cassio
 Something from Cyprus, as I may divine.
 1.2.41249It is a business of some heat. The galleys
 1.2.42250Have sent a dozen sequent messengers
 1.2.43251This very night at one another's heels,
 1.2.44252And many of the consuls, raised and met,
 1.2.45253Are at the duke's already. You have been hotly called for,
 1.2.46254When, being not at your lodging to be found,
 1.2.47255The Senate hath sent about three several quests
 1.2.48256To search you out.
 257Othello
 To search you out.  'Tis well I am found by you.
 1.2.49258I will but spend a word here in the house
 1.2.50259And go with you.
 1.2.50.1[Exit Othello.]
 260Cassio
 And go with you.  Ancient, what makes he here?
 1.2.51261Iago
 Faith, he tonight hath boarded a land carrack.
 1.2.52262If it prove lawful prize, he's made forever.
 1.2.53263Cassio
 I do not understand.
 264Iago
 I do not understand.  He's married.
 265Cassio
 I do not understand. He's married.  To who?
 1.2.54266Iago
 Marry to--
 1.2.54.1[Enter Othello.]
 Marry to--   Come captain, will you go?
 267Othello
 Marry to--  Come captain, will you go?  Have with you.
 1.2.55268Cassio
 Here comes another troop to seek for you.
 1.2.56269Enter Brabantio, Roderigo, [and] officers [with] torches [and weapons].
 1.2.57270Iago
 It is Brabantio. General, be advised;
 1.2.58271He comes to bad intent.
 272Othello
 He comes to bad intent.  Holla, stand there.
 1.2.59273Roderigo
 Signor, it is the Moor.
 274Brabantio
 Signor, it is the Moor.  Down with him, thief.
 1.2.59.1[Both sides draw their swords.]
 1.2.60275Iago
 You, Roderigo? Come, sir, I am for you.
 1.2.61276Othello
 Keep up your bright swords, for the dew will 277rust them. Good signor, you shall more command with years than with your weapons.
 1.2.62279Brabantio
 O thou foul thief, 280where hast thou stowed my daughter?
 1.2.63281Damned as thou art, thou hast enchanted her;
 1.2.64282For I'll refer me to all things of sense
 1.2.65283If she in chains of magic were not bound,
 1.2.66284Whether a maid so tender, fair, and happy,
 1.2.67285So opposite to marriage that she shunned
 1.2.68286The wealthy curled darlings of our nation,
 1.2.69287Would ever have, t'incur a general mock,
 1.2.70288Run from her guardage to the sooty bosom
 1.2.71289Of such a thing as thou--to fear, not to delight.
 1.2.72290Judge me the world, if 'tis not gross in sense
 1.2.73291That thou hast practiced on her with foul charms,
 1.2.74292Abused her delicate youth with drugs or minerals
 1.2.75293That weaken motion. I'll have't disputed on--
 1.2.76294'Tis probable and palpable to thinking.
 1.2.77295I therefore apprehend and do attach thee
 1.2.78296For an abuser of the world, a practiser
 1.2.79297Of arts inhibited and out of warrant.
 1.2.80298Lay hold upon him; if he do resist,
 1.2.81299Subdue him at his peril.
 300Othello
 Subdue him at his peril.  Hold your hands,
 1.2.82301Both you of my inclining and the rest.
 1.2.83302Were it my cue to fight, I should have known it
 1.2.84303Without a prompter. Whither will you that I go
 1.2.85304To answer this your charge?
 305Brabantio
 To answer this your charge?  To prison, till fit time
 1.2.86306Of law and course of direct session
 1.2.87307Call thee to answer.
 308Othello
 Call thee to answer.  What if I do obey?
 1.2.88309How may the duke be therewith satisfied,
 1.2.89310Whose messengers are here about my side
 1.2.90311Upon some present business of the state
 1.2.91312To bring me to him?
 313Officer
 To bring me to him?  'Tis true, most worthy signor.
 1.2.92314The duke's in council, and your noble self
 1.2.93315I am sure is sent for.
 316Brabantio
 I am sure is sent for.  How? The duke in council?
 1.2.94317In this time of the night? Bring him away!
 1.2.95318Mine's not an idle cause. The duke himself,
 1.2.96319Or any of my brothers of the state,
 1.2.97320Cannot but feel this wrong as 'twere their own;
 1.2.98321For if such actions may have passage free,
 1.2.99322Bondslaves and pagans shall our statesmen be.
 1.2.99.1Exeunt.
 3231.3
 1.3.0.1324Enter Duke [and] Senators [at a table, with lights] and officers.
 1.3.1325Duke
 There is no composition in this news
 1.3.2326That gives them credit.
 3271 Senator
 That gives them credit.  Indeed, they are disproportioned;
 1.3.3328My letters say a hundred and seven galleys.
 1.3.4329Duke
 And mine a hundred forty.
 3302. Senator
 And mine a hundred forty.  And mine two hundred.
 1.3.5331But though they jump not on a just account--
 1.3.6332As in these cases where the aim reports
 1.3.7333'Tis oft with difference--yet do they all confirm
 1.3.8334A Turkish fleet, and bearing up to Cyprus.
 1.3.9335Duke
 Nay, it is possible enough to judgment;
 1.3.10336I do not so secure me in the error,
 1.3.11337But the main article I do approve
 1.3.12338In fearful sense.
 1.3.13339Sailor
 (Within) What ho, what ho, what ho!
 1.3.14340Enter Sailor.
 1.3.15341Officer
 A messenger from the galleys.
 1.3.16342Duke
 Now, what's the business?
 1.3.17343Sailor
 The Turkish preparation makes for Rhodes,
 1.3.18344So was I bid report here to the state
 1.3.19345By Signor Angelo.
 1.3.20346Duke
 How say you by this change?
 3471 Senator
 How say you by this change?  This cannot be,
 1.3.21348By no assay of reason. 'Tis a pageant
 1.3.22349To keep us in false gaze. When we consider
 1.3.23350Th'importancy of Cyprus to the Turk,
 1.3.24351And let ourselves again but understand
 1.3.25352That as it more concerns the Turk than Rhodes,
 1.3.26353So may he with more facile question bear it,
 1.3.27354For that it stands not in such warlike brace,
 1.3.28355But altogether lacks th'abilities
 1.3.29356That Rhodes is dressed in. If we make thought of this,
 1.3.30357We must not think the Turk is so unskillful
 1.3.31358To leave that latest which concerns him first,
 1.3.32359Neglecting an attempt of ease and gain
 1.3.33360To wake and wage a danger profitless.
 1.3.34361Duke
 Nay, in all confidence he's not for Rhodes.
 1.3.35362Officer
 Here is more news.
 1.3.36363Enter a Messenger.
 1.3.37364Messenger
 The Ottomites, reverend and gracious,
 1.3.38365Steering with due course toward the isle of Rhodes,
 1.3.39366Have there injointed them with an after fleet.
 1.3.403671 Senator
 Ay, so I thought. How many, as you guess?
 1.3.41368Messenger
 Of thirty sail; and now they do restem
 1.3.42369Their backward course, bearing with frank appearance
 1.3.43370Their purposes toward Cyprus. Signor Montano,
 1.3.44371Your trusty and most valiant servitor,
 1.3.45372With his free duty, recommends you thus
 1.3.46373And prays you to believe him.
 1.3.47374Duke
 'Tis certain then for Cyprus.
 1.3.48375Marcus Luccicos--is not he in town?
 1.3.493761 Senator
 He's now in Florence.
 1.3.50377Duke
 Write from us 378to him; post-post-haste, dispatch.
 1.3.513791 Senator
 Here comes Brabantio and the valiant Moor.
 1.3.52380Enter Brabantio, Othello, Cassio, Iago, Roderigo, 381and officers.
 1.3.53382Duke
 Valiant Othello, we must straight employ you
 1.3.54383Against the general enemy Ottoman.
 1.3.55384[To Brabantio] I did not see you. Welcome, gentle signor.
 1.3.56385We lacked your counsel and your help tonight.
 1.3.57386Brabantio
 So did I yours. Good your grace, pardon me.
 1.3.58387Neither my place nor aught I heard of business
 1.3.59388Hath raised me from my bed; nor doth the general care
 1.3.60389Take hold on me, for my particular grief
 1.3.61390Is of so floodgate and o'erbearing nature
 1.3.62391That it engluts and swallows other sorrows
 1.3.63392And it is still itself.
 393Duke
 And it is still itself.  Why? What's the matter?
 1.3.64394Brabantio
 My daughter! Oh, my daughter!
 3951 Senator
 My daughter! Oh, my daughter!  Dead?
 396Brabantio
 My daughter! Oh, my daughter! Dead?  Ay, to me.
 1.3.65397She is abused, stolen from me, and corrupted
 1.3.66398By spells and medicines bought of mountebanks;
 1.3.67399For nature so preposterously to err--
 1.3.68400Being not deficient, blind, or lame of sense--
 1.3.69401Sans witchcraft could not.
 1.3.70402Duke
 Whoe'er he be that in this foul proceeding
 1.3.71403Hath thus beguiled your daughter of herself,
 1.3.72404And you of her, the bloody book of law
 1.3.73405You shall yourself read in the bitter letter
 1.3.74406After your own sense, yea, though our proper son
 1.3.75407Stood in your action.
 408Brabantio
 Stood in your action.  Humbly I thank your grace.
 1.3.76409Here is the man--this Moor, whom now it seems
 1.3.77410Your special mandate for the state affairs
 1.3.78411Hath hither brought.
 412All
 Hath hither brought.  We are very sorry for't.
 1.3.79413Duke
 [to Othello] What, in your own part, can you say to this?
 1.3.80414Brabantio
 Nothing but "This is so."
 1.3.81415Othello
 Most potent, grave, and reverend signors,
 1.3.82416My very noble and approved good masters,
 1.3.83417That I have ta'en away this old man's daughter,
 1.3.84418It is most true; true, I have married her.
 1.3.85419The very head and front of my offending
 1.3.86420Hath this extent, no more. Rude am I in my speech,
 1.3.87421And little blessed with the soft phrase of peace--
 1.3.88422For since these arms of mine had seven year's pith,
 1.3.89423Till now some nine moons wasted, they have used
 1.3.90424Their dearest action in the tented field--
 1.3.91425And little of this great world can I speak
 1.3.92426More than pertains to feats of broils and battle,
 1.3.93427And therefore little shall I grace my cause
 1.3.94428In speaking for myself. Yet, by your gracious patience,
 1.3.95429I will a round, unvarnished tale deliver
 1.3.96430Of my whole course of love--431what drugs, what charms,
 1.3.97432What conjuration, and what mighty magic--
 1.3.98433For such proceeding I am charged withal--
 1.3.99434I won his daughter.
 435Brabantio
 I won his daughter.  A maiden never bold,
 1.3.100436Of spirit so still and quiet that her motion
 1.3.101437Blushed at herself, and she--in spite of nature,
 1.3.102438Of years, of country, credit, everything--
 1.3.103439To fall in love with what she feared to look on?
 1.3.104440It is a judgment maimed and most imperfect
 1.3.105441That will confess perfection so could err
 1.3.106442Against all rules of nature, and must be driven
 1.3.107443To find out practises of cunning hell
 1.3.108444Why this should be. I therefore vouch again
 1.3.109445That with some mixtures powerful o'er the blood,
 1.3.110446Or with some dram conjured to this effect,
 1.3.111447He wrought upon her.
 448Duke
 He wrought upon her.  To vouch this is no proof
 1.3.112449Without more wider and more overt test
 1.3.113450Than these thin habits and poor likelihoods
 1.3.114451Of modern seeming do prefer against him.
 1.3.1154521 Senator
 But, Othello, speak:
 1.3.116453Did you by indirect and forcèd courses
 1.3.117454Subdue and poison this young maid's affections?
 1.3.118455Or came it by request and such fair question
 1.3.119456As soul to soul affordeth?
 457Othello
 As soul to soul affordeth?  I do beseech you,
 1.3.120458Send for the lady to the Sagittary
 1.3.121459And let her speak of me before her father;
 1.3.122460If you do find me foul in her report,
 1.3.123461The trust, the office I do hold of you
 1.3.124462Not only take away, but let your sentence
 1.3.125463Even fall upon my life.
 464Duke
 Even fall upon my life.  Fetch Desdemona hither.
 1.3.125.1[Exeunt two or three officers.]
 1.3.126465Othello
 Ancient, conduct them; 466you best know the place.
 1.3.126.1[Exit Iago.]
 1.3.127467And till she come, as truly as to heaven
 1.3.128468I do confess the vices of my blood,
 1.3.129469So justly to your grave ears I'll present
 1.3.130470How I did thrive in this fair lady's love,
 1.3.131471And she in mine.
 472Duke
 And she in mine.  Say it, Othello.
 1.3.132473Othello
 Her father loved me, oft invited me,
 1.3.133474Still questioned me the story of my life
 1.3.134475From year to year--the battle, sieges, fortune
 1.3.135476That I have passed.
 1.3.136477I ran it through, even from my boyish days
 1.3.137478To th'very moment that he bade me tell it,
 1.3.138479Wherein I spoke of most disastrous chances,
 1.3.139480Of moving accidents by flood and field,
 1.3.140481Of hairbreadth scapes i'th'imminent deadly breach;
 1.3.141482Of being taken by the insolent foe
 1.3.142483And sold to slavery, of my redemption thence
 1.3.143484And portance in my traveler's history,
 1.3.144485Wherein of antars vast and deserts idle,
 1.3.145486Rough quarries, rocks, hills whose heads touch heaven,
 1.3.146487It was my hint to speak--such was my process--
 1.3.147488And of the cannibals that each other eat,
 1.3.148489The anthropophagi, and men whose heads
 1.3.149490Do grow beneath their shoulders. These things to hear
 1.3.150491Would Desdemona seriously incline,
 1.3.151492But still the house affairs would draw her thence,
 1.3.152493Which ever as she could with haste dispatch,
 1.3.153494She'd come again and with a greedy ear
 1.3.154495Devour up my discourse; which I, observing,
 1.3.155496Took once a pliant hour and found good means
 1.3.156497To draw from her a prayer of earnest heart
 1.3.157498That I would all my pilgrimage dilate,
 1.3.158499Whereof by parcels she had something heard,
 1.3.159500But not intentively. I did consent,
 1.3.160501And often did beguile her of her tears
 1.3.161502When I did speak of some distressful stroke
 1.3.162503That my youth suffered. My story being done,
 1.3.163504She gave me for my pains a world of kisses;
 1.3.164505She swore in faith 'twas strange, 'twas passing strange;
 1.3.165506'Twas pitiful, 'twas wondrous pitiful.
 1.3.166507She wished she had not heard it, yet she wished
 1.3.167508That heaven had made her such a man. She thanked me,
 1.3.168509And bade me, if I had a friend that loved her,
 1.3.169510I should but teach him how to tell my story
 1.3.170511And that would woo her. Upon this hint I spake.
 1.3.171512She loved me for the dangers I had passed,
 1.3.172513And I loved her that she did pity them.
 1.3.173514This only is the witchcraft I have used.
 1.3.174515Here comes the lady; let her witness it.
 1.3.175516Enter Desdemona, Iago, [and] attendants.
 1.3.176517Duke
 I think this tale would win my daughter too.
 1.3.177518Good Brabantio, take up this mangled matter at the best.
 1.3.178519Men do their broken weapons rather use
 1.3.179520Than their bare hands.
 521Brabantio
 Than their bare hands.  I pray you hear her speak.
 1.3.180522If she confess that she was half the wooer,
 1.3.181523Destruction on my head if my bad blame
 1.3.182524Light on the man. Come hither, gentle mistress.
 1.3.183525Do you perceive in all this noble company
 1.3.184526Where most you owe obedience?
 527Desdemona
 Where most you owe obedience?  My noble father,
 1.3.185528I do perceive here a divided duty.
 1.3.186529To you I am bound for life and education;
 1.3.187530My life and education both do learn me
 1.3.188531How to respect you. You are the lord of duty;
 1.3.189532I am hitherto your daughter. But here's my husband,
 1.3.190533And so much duty as my mother showed
 1.3.191534To you, preferring you before her father,
 1.3.192535So much I challenge that I may profess
 1.3.193536Due to the Moor my lord.
 1.3.194537Brabantio
 God be with you! I have done.
 1.3.195538Please it your grace, on to the state affairs.
 1.3.196539I had rather to adopt a child than get it.
 1.3.197540Come hither, Moor.
 1.3.198541[To Othello] I here do give thee that with all my heart
 1.3.199542Which, but thou hast already, with all my heart
 1.3.200543I would keep from thee. [To Desdemona] For your sake, jewel,
 1.3.201544I am glad at soul I have no other child,
 1.3.202545For thy escape would teach me tyranny
 1.3.203546To hang clogs on them. [To the Duke] I have done, my lord.
 1.3.204547Duke
 Let me speak like yourself 548and lay a sentence,
 1.3.205549Which as a grise or step may help these lovers
 1.3.206549.1Into your favor.
 1.3.207550When remedies are past, the griefs are ended
 1.3.208551By seeing the worst, which late on hopes depended.
 1.3.209552To mourn a mischief that is past and gone
 1.3.210553Is the next way to draw new mischief on.
 1.3.211554What cannot be preserved when fortune takes,
 1.3.212555Patience her injury a mockery makes.
 1.3.213556The robbed that smiles steals something from the thief;
 1.3.214557He robs himself that spends a bootless grief.
 1.3.215558Brabantio
 So let the Turk of Cyprus us beguile;
 1.3.216559We lose it not so long as we can smile.
 1.3.217560He bears the sentence well that nothing bears,
 1.3.218561But the free comfort which from thence he hears;
 1.3.219562But he bears both the sentence and the sorrow
 1.3.220563That, to pay grief, must of poor patience borrow.
 1.3.221564These sentences to sugar or to gall,
 1.3.222565Being strong on both sides, are equivocal.
 1.3.223566But words are words; I never yet did hear
 1.3.224567That the bruised heart was piercèd through the ears.
 1.3.225568I humbly beseech you proceed to th'affairs of state.
 1.3.226569Duke
 The Turk with a most mighty preparation 570makes for Cyprus. Othello, the fortitude of the place is 571best known to you, and though we have there a 572substitute of most allowed sufficiency, yet opinion, a more 573sovereign mistress of effects, throws a more safer 574voice on you. You must therefore be content to slubber 575the gloss of your new fortunes with this more 576stubborn and boisterous expedition.
 1.3.227577Othello
 The tyrant custom, most grave senators,
 1.3.228578Hath made the flinty and steel couch of war
 1.3.229579My thrice-driven bed of down. I do agnize
 1.3.230580A natural and prompt alacrity
 1.3.231581I find in hardness, and do undertake
 1.3.232582This present war against the Ottomites.
 1.3.233583Most humbly therefore bending to your state,
 1.3.234584I crave fit disposition for my wife,
 1.3.235585Due reference of place and exhibition,
 1.3.236586With such accommodation and besort
 1.3.237587As levels with her breeding.
 1.3.238588Duke
 Why, at her father's.
 589Brabantio
 Why, at her father's.  I will not have it so.
 1.3.239590Othello
 Nor I.
 1.3.240591Desdemona
 Nor would I there reside
 1.3.241592To put my father in impatient thoughts
 1.3.242593By being in his eye. Most gracious duke,
 1.3.243594To my unfolding lend your prosperous ear,
 1.3.244595And let me find a charter in your voice
 1.3.245596T'assist my simpleness.
 597Duke
 T'assist my simpleness.  What would you, Desdemona?
 1.3.246598Desdemona
 That I did love the Moor to live with him,
 1.3.247599My downright violence and storm of fortunes
 1.3.248600May trumpet to the world. My heart's subdued
 1.3.249601Even to the very quality of my lord;
 1.3.250602I saw Othello's visage in his mind,
 1.3.251603And to his honors and his valiant parts
 1.3.252604Did I my soul and fortunes consecrate.
 1.3.253605So that, dear lords, if I be left behind,
 1.3.254606A moth of peace, and he go to the war,
 1.3.255607The rites for why I love him are bereft me,
 1.3.256608And I a heavy interim shall support
 1.3.257609By his dear absence. Let me go with him.
 1.3.258610Othello
 Let her have your voice.
 1.3.259611Vouch with me, heaven; I therefore beg it not
 1.3.260612To please the palate of my appetite,
 1.3.261613Nor to comply with heat the young affects
 1.3.262614In my defunct and proper satisfaction,
 1.3.263615But to be free and bounteous to her mind;
 1.3.264616And heaven defend your good souls that you think
 1.3.265617I will your serious and great business scant
 1.3.266618When she is with me. No, when light-winged toys
 1.3.267619Of feathered Cupid seel with wanton dullness
 1.3.268620My speculative and officed instruments
 1.3.269621That my disports corrupt and taint my business,
 1.3.270622Let housewives make a skillet of my helm
 1.3.271623And all indign and base adversities
 1.3.272624Make head against my estimation.
 1.3.273625Duke
 Be it as you shall privately determine,
 1.3.274626Either for her stay or going. Th'affair cries haste,
 1.3.275627And speed must answer it.
 6281 Senator
 And speed must answer it.  You must away tonight.
 1.3.276628.1Desdemona
 Tonight, my lord?
 628.2Duke
 Tonight, my lord?  This night.
 629Othello
 Tonight, my lord? This night.  With all my heart.
 1.3.277630Duke
 At nine i'th'morning here we'll meet again.
 1.3.278631Othello, leave some officer behind
 1.3.279632And he shall our commission bring to you,
 1.3.280633And such things else of quality and respect
 1.3.281634As doth import you.
 635Othello
 As doth import you.  So please your grace, my ancient--
 1.3.282636A man he is of honesty and trust--
 1.3.283637To his conveyance I assign my wife,
 1.3.284638With what else needful your good grace shall think
 1.3.285639To be sent after me.
 640Duke
 To be sent after me.  Let it be so.
 1.3.286641Goodnight to everyone--and, noble signor,
 1.3.287642If virtue no delighted beauty lack,
 1.3.288643Your son-in-law is far more fair than black.
 1.3.2896441 Senator
 Adieu, brave Moor, use Desdemona well.
 1.3.290645Brabantio
 Look to her, Moor, if thou hast eyes to see;
 1.3.291646She has deceived her father, and may thee.
 1.3.291.1Exeunt [Duke, Senators, Brabantio, Cassio, Sailor, Messenger, officers, and attendants].
 1.3.292647Othello
 My life upon her faith! Honest Iago,
 1.3.293648My Desdemona must I leave to thee.
 1.3.294649I prithee let thy wife attend on her,
 1.3.295650And bring them after in the best advantage.
 1.3.296651Come Desdemona, I have but an hour
 1.3.297652Of love, of worldly matter and direction
 1.3.298653To spend with thee. We must obey the time.
 1.3.298.1Exeunt [Othello and Desdemona].
 1.3.299654Roderigo
 Iago.
 1.3.300655Iago
 What sayst thou, noble heart?
 1.3.301656Roderigo
 What will I do, think'st thou?
 1.3.302657Iago
 Why, go to bed and sleep.
 1.3.303658Roderigo
 I will incontinently drown myself.
 1.3.304659Iago
 If thou dost, I shall never love thee after. Why, 660thou silly gentleman?
 1.3.305661Roderigo
 It is silliness to live when to live is torment; 662and then have we a prescription to die, when death is 663our physician.
 1.3.306664Iago
 Oh, villainous! I have looked upon the world 665for four times seven years, and, since I could distinguish 666betwixt a benefit and an injury, I never found man that 667knew how to love himself. Ere I would say I would 668drown myself for the love of a guinea-hen, I would 669change my humanity with a baboon.
 1.3.307670Roderigo
 What should I do? I confess it is my shame 671to be so fond, but it is not in my virtue to amend it.
 1.3.308672Iago
 Virtue? A fig! 'Tis in ourselves that we are 673thus or thus. Our bodies are our gardens to the which 674our wills are gardeners, so that if we will plant 675nettles or sow lettuce, set hyssop and weed up thyme, 676supply it with one gender of herbs or distract it with 677many, either to have it sterile with idleness or 678manured with industry--why, the power and corrigible 679authority of this lies in our wills. If the beam of our lives 680had not one scale of reason to poise another of 681sensuality, the blood and baseness of our natures would 682conduct us to most preposterous conclusions. But we 683have reason to cool our raging motions, our carnal 684stings, our unbitted lusts--whereof I take this that you 685call love to be a sect or scion.
 1.3.309686Roderigo
 It cannot be.
 1.3.310687Iago
 It is merely a lust of the blood and a permission 688of the will. Come, be a man! Drown thyself? Drown 689cats and blind puppies. I have professed me thy friend, 690and I confess me knit to thy deserving with cables of 691perdurable toughness. I could never better stead thee 692than now. Put money in thy purse. Follow thou the 693wars; defeat thy favor with an usurped beard. I say, 694put money in thy purse. It cannot be long that Desdemona 695should continue her love to the Moor--put money in 696thy purse--nor he his to her. It was a violent 697commencement in her, and thou shalt see an answerable 698sequestration--put but money in thy purse. These Moors 699are changeable in their wills--fill thy purse with money. 700The food that to him now is as luscious as locusts 701shall be to him shortly as acerb as coloquintida. She 702must change for youth; when she is sated with his body, 703she will find the errors of her choice. Therefore, put 704money in thy purse. If thou wilt needs damn thyself, do 705it a more delicate way than drowning. Make all the 706money thou canst. If sanctimony and a frail vow 707betwixt an erring barbarian and a super-subtle Venetian be 708not too hard for my wits and all the tribe of hell, thou 709shalt enjoy her. Therefore make money. A pox of 710drowning thyself. It is clean out of the way. Seek thou 711rather to be hanged in compassing thy joy than to be 712drowned and go without her.
 1.3.311713Roderigo
 Wilt thou be fast to my hopes, if I depend on 714the issue?
 1.3.312715Iago
 Thou art sure of me--go, make money--I have 716told thee often, and I retell thee again and again: I 717hate the Moor. My cause is hearted; thine hath no less 718reason. Let us be conjunctive in our revenge against 719him. If thou canst cuckold him, thou dost thyself a 720pleasure, me a sport. There are many events in the 721womb of time which will be delivered. Traverse, go, 722provide thy money. We will have more of this 723tomorrow. Adieu.
 1.3.313724Roderigo
 Where shall we meet i'th'morning?
 1.3.314725Iago
 At my lodging.
 1.3.315726Roderigo
 I'll be with thee betimes.
 1.3.316727Iago
 Go to, farewell. Do you hear, Roderigo?
 1.3.317727.1Roderigo
 What say you?
 1.3.318727.2Iago
 No more of drowning, do you hear?
 1.3.319727.3Roderigo
 I am changed.
 1.3.320727.4Iago
 Go to, farewell. Put money enough in your purse.
 1.3.321728Roderigo
 I'll sell all my land.
 1.3.321.1Exit [Roderigo].
 1.3.322729Iago
 Thus do I ever make my fool my purse;
 1.3.323730For I mine own gained knowledge should profane
 1.3.324731If I would time expend with such a snipe
 1.3.325732But for my sport and profit. I hate the Moor,
 1.3.326733And it is thought abroad that 'twixt my sheets
 1.3.327734He's done my office. I know not if't be true,
 1.3.328735But I, for mere suspicion in that kind,
 1.3.329736Will do as if for surety. He holds me well;
 1.3.330737The better shall my purpose work on him.
 1.3.331738Cassio's a proper man--let me see now:
 1.3.332739To get his place and to plume up my will
 1.3.333740In double knavery--How? How? Let's see:
 1.3.334741After some time to abuse Othello's ears
 1.3.335742That he is too familiar with his wife.
 1.3.336743He hath a person and a smooth dispose
 1.3.337744To be suspected, framed to make women false.
 1.3.338745The Moor is of a free and open nature
 1.3.339746That thinks men honest that but seem to be so,
 1.3.340747And will as tenderly be led by'th'nose 748as asses are.
 1.3.341749I have't. It is engendered. Hell and night
 1.3.342750Must bring this monstrous birth to the world's light.
 1.3.342.1Exit [Iago].
 7512.1
 2.1.0.1752Enter Montano, [Governor of Cyprus, with] two [other] Gentlemen.
 2.1.1753Montano
 What from the cape can you discern at sea?
 2.1.27541 Gentleman
 Nothing at all; it is a high-wrought flood.
 2.1.3755I cannot 'twixt the heaven and the main
 2.1.4756Descry a sail.
 2.1.5757Montano
 Methinks the wind hath spoke aloud at land.
 2.1.6758A fuller blast ne'er shook our battlements;
 2.1.7759If it hath ruffianed so upon the sea,
 2.1.8760What ribs of oak, when mountains melt on them,
 2.1.9761Can hold the mortise? What shall we hear of this?
 2.1.107622 Gentleman
 A segregation of the Turkish fleet--
 2.1.11763For do but stand upon the foaming shore,
 2.1.12764The chiding billow seems to pelt the clouds,
 2.1.13765The wind-shaked surge with high and monstrous mane
 2.1.14766Seems to cast water on the burning Bear
 2.1.15767And quench the guards of th'ever-fixèd Pole.
 2.1.16768I never did like molestation view
 2.1.17769On the enchafèd flood.
 770Montano
 On the enchafèd flood.  If that the Turkish fleet
 2.1.18771Be not ensheltered and embayed, they are drowned;
 2.1.19772It is impossible to bear it out.
 2.1.20773Enter a [third] Gentleman.
 2.1.217743 Gentleman
 News, lads! Our wars are done.
 2.1.22775The desperate tempest hath so banged the Turks
 2.1.23776That their designment halts. A noble ship of Venice
 2.1.24777Hath seen a grievous wreck and sufferance
 2.1.25778On most part of their fleet.
 779Montano
 On most part of their fleet.  How? Is this true?
 2.1.267803 Gentleman
 The ship is here put in, a Veronnesa. Michael Cassio,
 2.1.27781Lieutenant to the warlike Moor, Othello,
 2.1.28782Is come on shore; the Moor himself at sea,
 2.1.29783And is in full commission here for Cyprus.
 2.1.30784Montano
 I am glad on't; 785'tis a worthy governor.
 2.1.317863 Gentleman
 But this same Cassio, though he speak of comfort
 2.1.32787Touching the Turkish loss, yet he looks sadly
 2.1.33788And prays the Moor be safe, for they were parted
 2.1.34789With foul and violent tempest.
 790Montano
 With foul and violent tempest.  Pray heavens he be,
 2.1.35791For I have served him, and the man commands
 2.1.36792Like a full soldier. Let's to the seaside, ho!
 2.1.37793As well to see the vessel that's come in
 2.1.38794As to throw out our eyes for brave Othello,
 2.1.39795Even till we make the main and th'aerial blue
 2.1.40796An indistinct regard.
 7973 Gentleman
 An indistinct regard.  Come, let's do so;
 2.1.41798For every minute is expectancy
 2.1.42799Of more arrivancy.
 2.1.43800Enter Cassio.
 2.1.44801Cassio
 Thanks, you the valiant of this warlike isle
 2.1.45802That so approve the Moor. Oh, let the heavens
 2.1.46803Give him defense against the elements,
 2.1.47804For I have lost him on a dangerous sea.
 2.1.48805Montano
 Is he well shipped?
 2.1.49806Cassio
 His bark is stoutly timbered, and his pilot
 2.1.50807Of very expert and approved allowance;
 2.1.51808Therefore my hopes, not surfeited to death,
 2.1.52809Stand in bold cure.
 2.1.52.1810(Voices within) A sail! a sail! a sail!
 811Cassio
 Stand in bold cure.  What noise?
 2.1.538121 Gentleman
 The town is empty; on the brow o'th'sea
 2.1.54813Stand ranks of people, and they cry "A sail!"
 2.1.55814Cassio
 My hopes do shape him for the governor.
 2.1.55.1[A shot]
 2.1.568152 Gentleman
 They do discharge their shot of courtesy;
 2.1.57816Our friends at least.
 2.1.58817Cassio
 I pray you sir, go forth
 2.1.59818And give us truth who 'tis that is arrived.
 2.1.608192 Gentleman
 I shall.
 2.1.60.1Exit [2 Gentleman].
 2.1.61820Montano
 But good lieutenant, is your general wived?
 2.1.62821Cassio
 Most fortunately; he hath achieved a maid
 2.1.63822That paragons description and wild fame,
 2.1.64823One that excels the quirks of blazoning pens
 2.1.65824And in th'essential vesture of creation
 2.1.66825Does tire the ingener.
 2.1.67826Enter [2] Gentleman.
 Does tire the ingener.  827How now? Who has put in?
 2.1.688282 Gentleman
 'Tis one Iago, ancient to the general.
 2.1.69829Cassio
 He's had most favorable and happy speed.
 2.1.70830Tempests themselves, high seas and howling winds,
 2.1.71831The guttered rocks and congregated sands,
 2.1.72832Traitors ensteeped to enclog the guiltless keel,
 2.1.73833As having sense of beauty, do omit
 2.1.74834Their mortal natures, letting go safely by
 2.1.75835The divine Desdemona.
 836Montano
 The divine Desdemona.  What is she?
 2.1.76837Cassio
 She that I spake of, 838our great captain's captain,
 2.1.77839Left in the conduct of the bold Iago,
 2.1.78840Whose footing here anticipates our thoughts
 2.1.79841A sennight's speed. Great Jove, Othello guard,
 2.1.80842And swell his sail with thine own powerful breath
 2.1.81843That he may bless this bay with his tall ship,
 2.1.82844Make love's quick pants in Desdemona's arms,
 2.1.83845Give renewed fire to our extincted spirits
 2.1.84847And bring all Cyprus comfort--
 2.1.84.1Enter Desdemona, Iago, Roderigo, and Emilia.
 And bring all Cyprus comfort--  846Oh, behold,
 2.1.85848The riches of the ship is come on shore!
 2.1.86849You men of Cyprus, let her have your knees.
 2.1.87850Hail to thee, lady, and the grace of heaven,
 2.1.88851Before, behind thee, and on every hand
 2.1.89852Enwheel thee round.
 853Desdemona
 Enwheel thee round.  I thank you, valiant Cassio.
 2.1.90854What tidings can you tell me of my lord?
 2.1.91855Cassio
 He is not yet arrived, nor know I aught
 2.1.92856But that he's well and will be shortly here.
 2.1.93857Desdemona
 Oh, but I fear--858how lost you company?
 2.1.94859Cassio
 The great contention of the sea and skies
 2.1.95860Parted our fellowship.
 2.1.95.1861(Voices within) A sail! a sail!
 Cassio
 Parted our fellowship.  But hark, a sail.
 [A shot]
 2.1.968622 Gentleman
 They give this greeting to the citadel;
 2.1.97863This likewise is a friend.
 864Cassio
 This likewise is a friend.  See for the news.
 2.1.98865Good ancient, you are welcome. Welcome, mistress.
 2.1.98.1[He kisses Emilia.]
 2.1.99866Let it not gall your patience, good Iago,
 2.1.100867That I extend my manners. 'Tis my breeding
 2.1.101868That gives me this bold show of courtesy.
 2.1.102869Iago
 Sir, would she give you so much of her lips
 2.1.103870As of her tongue she oft bestows on me,
 2.1.104871You'd have enough.
 872Desdemona
 You'd have enough.  Alas, she has no speech!
 2.1.105873Iago
 In faith, too much;
 2.1.106874I find it still when I have leave to sleep.
 2.1.107875Marry, before your ladyship, I grant,
 2.1.108876She puts her tongue a little in her heart
 2.1.109877And chides with thinking.
 2.1.110878Emilia
 You have little cause to say so.
 2.1.111879Iago
 Come on, come on! You are pictures out of 880doors, bells in your parlors, wildcats in your 881kitchens, saints in your injuries, devils being offended, 882players in your housewifery, and housewives in your 883beds.
 2.1.112884Desdemona
 Oh, fie upon thee, slanderer!
 2.1.113885Iago
 Nay, it is true, or else I am a Turk.
 2.1.114886You rise to play and go to bed to work.
 2.1.115887Emilia
 You shall not write my praise.
 888Iago
 You shall not write my praise.  No, let me not.
 2.1.116889Desdemona
 What wouldst write of me, if thou shouldst 890praise me?
 2.1.117891Iago
 Oh, gentle lady, do not put me to't,
 2.1.118892For I am nothing if not critical.
 2.1.119893Desdemona
 Come on, assay--894there's one gone to the harbor?
 2.1.120895Iago
 Ay, madam.
 2.1.121896Desdemona
 I am not merry, but I do beguile
 2.1.122897The thing I am by seeming otherwise.
 2.1.123898Come, how wouldst thou praise me?
 2.1.124899Iago
 I am about it, but indeed my invention comes 900from my pate as birdlime does from frieze; it plucks 901out brains and all. But my muse labors, and thus she 902is delivered:
 2.1.125903
 If she be fair and wise, fairness and wit;
 2.1.126904The one's for use, the other useth it.
 2.1.127905Desdemona
 Well praised! 906How if she be black and witty?
 2.1.128907Iago
 If she be black and thereto have a wit,
 2.1.129908She'll find a white that shall her blackness hit.
 2.1.130909Desdemona
 Worse and worse.
 910Emilia
 Worse and worse.  How if fair and foolish?
 2.1.131911Iago
 She never yet was foolish that was fair,
 2.1.132912For even her folly helped her to an heir.
 2.1.133913Desdemona
 These are old fond paradoxes to make fools 914laugh i'th'alehouse. What miserable praise hast thou 915for her that's foul and foolish?
 2.1.134916Iago
 There's none so foul and foolish thereunto,
 2.1.135917But does foul pranks which fair and wise ones do.
 2.1.136918Desdemona
 O heavy ignorance! Thou praisest the worst 919best. But what praise couldst thou bestow on a 920deserving woman indeed? One that in the authority of her 921merit did justly put on the vouch of very malice 922itself.
 2.1.137923Iago
 She that was ever fair and never proud,
 2.1.138924Had tongue at will, and yet was never loud,
 2.1.139925Never lacked gold, and yet went never gay,
 2.1.140926Fled from her wish, and yet said "now I may."
 2.1.141927She that being angered, her revenge being nigh,
 2.1.142928Bade her wrong stay and her displeasure fly.
 2.1.143929She that in wisdom never was so frail
 2.1.144930To change the cod's head for the salmon's tail.
 2.1.145931She that could think, and ne'er disclose her mind,
 2.1.146932See suitors following, and not look behind.
 2.1.147933She was a wight, if ever such wights were--
 2.1.148934Desdemona
 To do what?
 2.1.149935Iago
 To suckle fools and chronicle small beer.
 2.1.150936Desdemona
 O most lame and impotent conclusion! Do 937not learn of him Emilia, though he be thy husband. 938How say you, Cassio, is he not a most profane and 939liberal counselor?
 2.1.151940Cassio
 He speaks home, madam. You may relish 941him more in the soldier than in the scholar.
 2.1.151.1[Cassio takes Desdemona by the hand.]
 2.1.152942Iago
 [Aside] He takes her by the palm. Ay, well said, 943whisper! With as little a web as this will I ensnare as great 944a fly as Cassio. Ay, smile upon her, do! I will gyve thee 945in thine own courtship. You say true; 'tis so indeed. 946If such tricks as these strip you out of your lieutenantry,947 it had been better you had not kissed your three 948fingers so oft, which now again you are most apt to play 949the sir in. Very good! Well kissed and excellent courtesy!950 'Tis so indeed. Yet again, your fingers to your 951lips? Would they were clysterpipes for your 952sake.
 2.1.152.1[Trumpet within.]
 2.1.153953[Aloud] The Moor. I know his trumpet.
 2.1.154954Cassio
 'Tis truly so.
 2.1.155955Desdemona
 Let's meet him and receive him.
 2.1.156956Cassio
 Lo, where he comes.
 2.1.157957Enter Othello and attendants.
 2.1.158958Othello
 O my fair warrior!
 959Desdemona
 O my fair warrior!  My dear Othello.
 2.1.159960Othello
 It gives me wonder great as my content
 2.1.160961To see you here before me. 962O my soul's joy!
 2.1.161963If after every tempest come such calms,
 2.1.162964May the winds blow till they have wakened death,
 2.1.163965And let the laboring bark climb hills of seas
 2.1.164966Olympus-high and duck again as low
 2.1.165967As hell's from heaven. If it were now to die,
 2.1.166968'Twere now to be most happy, for I fear
 2.1.167969My soul hath her content so absolute
 2.1.168970That not another comfort like to this
 2.1.169971Succeeds in unknown fate.
 972Desdemona
 Succeeds in unknown fate.  The heavens forbid
 2.1.170973But that our loves 974and comforts should increase
 2.1.171975Even as our days do grow.
 976Othello
 Even as our days do grow.  Amen to that, sweet powers.
 2.1.172977I cannot speak enough of this content;
 2.1.173978It stops me here; it is too much of joy.
 2.1.174979And this, and this--
 2.1.180.1[They kiss.]
 And this, and this--  --the greatest discords be
 2.1.175980That ere our hearts shall make.
 2.1.176981Iago
 [Aside] Oh, you are well tuned now! But I'll set down 982the pegs that make this music, as honest as I am.
 2.1.177983Othello
 Come, let us to the castle.
 2.1.178984News, friends: our wars are done; 985the Turks are drowned.
 2.1.179986How does my old acquaintance of this isle?
 2.1.180987Honey, you shall be well desired in Cyprus;
 2.1.181988I have found great love amongst them. O my sweet,
 2.1.182989I prattle out of fashion and I dote
 2.1.183990In mine own comforts. I prithee, good Iago,
 2.1.184991Go to the bay and disembark my coffers.
 2.1.185992Bring thou the master to the citadel;
 2.1.186993He is a good one, and his worthiness
 2.1.187994Does challenge much respect. Come, Desdemona,
 2.1.188995Once more well met at Cyprus.
 2.1.189996Exeunt [all but Iago and Roderigo].
 2.1.190997Iago
 Do thou meet me presently at the harbor. 998Come thither, if thou be'st valiant--as they say base men 999being in love have then a nobility in their natures 1000more than is native to them--list me: the lieutenant 1001tonight watches on the court of guard. First, I must tell 1002thee this: Desdemona is directly in love with him.
 2.1.1911003Roderigo
 With him? Why, 'tis not possible.
 2.1.1921004Iago
 Lay thy finger thus, and let thy soul be 1005instructed. Mark me with what violence she first loved 1006the Moor, but for bragging and telling her fantastical 1007lies. To love him still for prating? Let not thy discreet 1008heart think it. Her eye must be fed. And what delight 1009shall she have to look on the devil? When the blood 1010is made dull with the act of sport, there should be a 1011game to enflame it, and, to give satiety a fresh appetite, 1012loveliness in favor, sympathy in years, manners, 1013and beauties--all which the Moor is defective in. Now, 1014for want of these required conveniences her delicate 1015tenderness will find itself abused, begin to heave the 1016gorge, disrelish and abhor the Moor. Very nature will 1017instruct her in it and compel her to some second choice. 1018Now sir, this granted (as it is a most pregnant and 1019unforced position) who stands so eminent in the degree of 1020this fortune as Cassio does--a knave very voluble, no 1021further conscionable than in putting on the mere form 1022of civil and humane seeming for the better compass 1023of his salt and most hidden loose affection? Why none, 1024why none! A slipper and subtle knave, a finder of 1025occasion that has an eye can stamp and counterfeit 1026advantages though true advantage never present itself. 1027A devilish knave! Besides, the knave is handsome, young, 1028and hath all those requisites in him that folly and green 1029minds look after--a pestilent complete knave, and the 1030woman hath found him already.
 2.1.1931031Roderigo
 I cannot believe that in her; she's full of most 1032blessed condition.
 2.1.1941033Iago
 Blessed fig's-end! The wine she drinks is 1034made of grapes. If she had been blessed, she would 1035never have loved the Moor. Blessed pudding! Didst thou 1036not see her paddle with the palm of his hand? Didst not 1037mark that?
 2.1.1951038Roderigo
 Yes, that I did; but that was but courtesy.
 2.1.1961039Iago
 Lechery, by this hand--an index and obscure 1040prologue to the history of lust and foul thoughts. 1041They met so near with their lips that their breaths 1042embraced together. Villainous thoughts, Roderigo, when 1043these mutualities so marshal the way, hard at hand 1044comes the master and main exercise, th'incorporate 1045conclusion--pish! But sir, be you ruled by me. I have 1046brought you from Venice. Watch you tonight; for 1047the command, I'll lay't upon you. Cassio knows you 1048not; I'll not be far from you. Do you find some 1049occasion to anger Cassio, either by speaking too loud, or 1050tainting his discipline, or from what other course 1051you please which the time shall more favorably 1052minister. 
 2.1.1971053Roderigo
 Well.
 2.1.1981054Iago
 Sir, he's rash and very sudden in choler, and 1055haply may strike at you. Provoke him that he may, for 1056even out of that will I cause these of Cyprus to mutiny, 1057whose qualification shall come into no true taste 1058again but by the displanting of Cassio. So shall you 1059have a shorter journey to your desires by the means I 1060shall then have to prefer them, and the impediment 1061most profitably removed without the which there were 1062no expectation of our prosperity.
 2.1.1991063Roderigo
 I will do this, if you can bring it to any 1064opportunity. 
 2.1.2001065Iago
 I warrant thee. Meet me by and by at the 1066citadel. I must fetch his necessaries ashore. 1067Farewell.
 2.1.2011068Roderigo
 Adieu.
 2.1.201.1Exit [Roderigo].
 2.1.2021069Iago
 That Cassio loves her, I do well believ't;
 2.1.2031070That she loves him, 'tis apt and of great credit.
 2.1.2041071The Moor, howbeit that I endure him not,
 2.1.2051072Is of a constant, loving, noble nature,
 2.1.2061073And I dare think he'll prove to Desdemona
 2.1.2071074A most dear husband. Now I do love her too,
 2.1.2081075Not out of absolute lust (though peradventure
 2.1.2091076I stand accountant for as great a sin),
 2.1.2101077But partly led to diet my revenge,
 2.1.2111078For that I do suspect the lusty Moor
 2.1.2121079Hath leaped into my seat--the thought whereof
 2.1.2131080Doth like a poisonous mineral gnaw my inwards,
 2.1.2141081And nothing can or shall content my soul
 2.1.2151082Till I am evened with him, wife for wife;
 2.1.2161083Or failing so, yet that I put the Moor
 2.1.2171084At least into a jealousy so strong
 2.1.2181085That judgment cannot cure; which thing to do,
 2.1.2191086If this poor trash of Venice, whom I trace
 2.1.2201087For his quick hunting, stand the putting on,
 2.1.2211088I'll have our Michael Cassio on the hip,
 2.1.2221089Abuse him to the Moor in the right garb
 2.1.2231090(For I fear Cassio with my nightcap too),
 2.1.2241091Make the Moor thank me, love me, and reward me
 2.1.2251092for making him egregiously an ass
 2.1.2261093And practicing upon his peace and quiet
 2.1.2271094Even to madness. 'Tis here, but yet confused;
 2.1.2281095Knavery's plain face is never seen till used.
 2.1.228.1Exit [Iago].
 10962.2
 2.2.0.11097Enter Othello's Herald with a proclamation.
 2.2.11098Herald
 [Reading] 
 It is Othello's pleasure, our noble and 1099valiant general, that upon certain tidings now arrived 1100importing the mere perdition of the Turkish fleet, 1101every man put himself into triumph: some to dance, 1102some to make bonfires, each man to what sport and 1103revels his addition leads him. For besides these 1104beneficial news, it is the celebration of his nuptial. So 1105much was his pleasure should be proclaimed. All 1106offices are open and there is full liberty of feasting from this 1107present hour of five till the bell have tolled eleven. 1108Heaven bless the isle of Cyprus and our noble general 1109Othello.
 2.2.1.1Exit [Herald].
 1110[2.3]
 2.3.0.2Enter Othello, Desdemona, Cassio, and attendants.
 2.3.11111Othello
 Good Michael, look you to the guard tonight.
 2.3.21112Let's teach ourselves that honorable stop
 2.3.31113Not to outsport discretion.
 2.3.41114Cassio
 Iago hath direction what to do;
 2.3.51115But notwithstanding, with my personal eye
 2.3.61116Will I look to't.
 1117Othello
 Will I look to't.  Iago is most honest.
 2.3.71118Michael, goodnight. Tomorrow with your earliest
 2.3.81119Let me have speech with you. [To Desdemona] Come, my dear love,
 2.3.91120The purchase made, the fruits are to ensue;
 2.3.101121That profit's yet to come 'tween me and you.
 2.3.111122Goodnight.
 2.3.11.1[Exeunt all but Cassio.]
 2.3.121123Enter Iago.
 2.3.131124Cassio
 Welcome, Iago. We must to the watch.
 2.3.141125Iago
 Not this hour, lieutenant; 'tis not yet ten 1126o'th'clock. Our general cast us thus early for the 1127love of his Desdemona, who let us not therefore blame; 1128he hath not yet made wanton the night with her, and 1129she is sport for Jove.
 2.3.151130Cassio
 She's a most exquisite lady.
 2.3.161131Iago
 And I'll warrant her full of game.
 2.3.171132Cassio
 Indeed she's a most fresh and delicate creature.
 2.3.181133Iago
 What an eye she has! 1134Methinks it sounds a parley to provocation.
 2.3.191135Cassio
 An inviting eye--1136and yet methinks right modest.
 2.3.201137Iago
 And when she speaks, 1138is it not an alarum to love?
 2.3.211139Cassio
 She is indeed perfection.
 2.3.221140Iago
 Well, happiness to their sheets. Come, 1141lieutenant, I have a stoup of wine and here without are a 1142brace of Cyprus gallants that would fain have a 1143measure to the health of black Othello.
 2.3.231144Cassio
 Not tonight, good Iago. I have very poor 1145and unhappy brains for drinking. I could well wish 1146courtesy would invent some other custom of 1147entertainment.
 2.3.241148Iago
 Oh, they are our friends--but one cup; I'll 1149drink for you.
 2.3.251150Cassio
 I have drunk but one cup tonight, and that 1151was craftily qualified too, and behold what innovation 1152it makes here. I am infortunate in the infirmity and 1153dare not task my weakness with any more.
 2.3.261154Iago
 What, man? 'Tis a night of revels; the 1155gallants desire it.
 2.3.271156Cassio
 Where are they?
 2.3.281157Iago
 Here at the door. I pray you call them in.
 2.3.291158Cassio
 I'll do't, but it dislikes me.
 2.3.29.1Exit [Cassio].
 2.3.301159Iago
 If I can fasten but one cup upon him
 2.3.311160With that which he hath drunk tonight already,
 2.3.321161He'll be as full of quarrel and offense
 2.3.331162As my young mistress's dog. 1163Now, my sick fool Roderigo,
 2.3.341164Whom love hath turned almost the wrong side out,
 2.3.351165To Desdemona hath tonight caroused
 2.3.361166Potations pottle-deep; and he's to watch.
 2.3.371167Three else of Cyprus--noble, swelling spirits
 2.3.381168That hold their honors in a wary distance,
 2.3.391169The very elements of this warlike isle--
 2.3.401170Have I tonight flustered with flowing cups,
 2.3.411171And they watch too. 1172Now 'mongst this flock of drunkards
 2.3.421173Am I to put our Cassio in some action
 2.3.431174That may offend the isle. But here they come.
 2.3.441175Enter Cassio, Montano, and Gentlemen [with wine].
 2.3.451176If consequence do but approve my dream,
 2.3.461177My boat sails freely, both with wind and stream.
 2.3.471178Cassio
 'Fore God, they have given me a rouse already.
 2.3.481179Montano
 Good faith, a little one--not past a pint, as I am a 1180soldier.
 2.3.491181Iago
 Some wine, ho!
 2.3.501182[Singing] 
 And let me the cannikin clink, clink,
 2.3.511183And let me the cannikin clink.
 2.3.521184A soldier's a man; Oh, man's life's but a span,
 2.3.531185Why then let a soldier drink.
 2.3.541186Some wine, boys!
 2.3.551187Cassio
 'Fore God, an excellent song!
 2.3.561188Iago
 I learned it in England, where indeed they are 1189most potent in potting. Your Dane, your German, 1190and your swag-bellied Hollander--drink, ho!--are 1191nothing to your English.
 2.3.571192Cassio
 Is your Englishman so exquisite in his 1193drinking? 
 2.3.581194Iago
 Why, he drinks you with facility your Dane 1195dead drunk. He sweats not to overthrow your 1196Almain. He gives your Hollander a vomit ere the next 1197pottle can be filled.
 2.3.591198Cassio
 To the health of our general!
 2.3.601199Montano
 I am for it, lieutenant, and I'll do you justice.
 2.3.611200Iago
 O sweet England!
 2.3.621201[Singing] 
 King Stephen was and-a worthy peer,
 2.3.631202His breeches cost him but a crown;
 2.3.641203He held them sixpence all too dear,
 2.3.651204With that he called the tailor lown.
 2.3.661205He was a wight of high renown,
 2.3.671206And thou art but of low degree;
 2.3.681207'Tis pride that pulls the country down,
 2.3.691208And take thy old cloak about thee.
 2.3.701209Some wine, ho!
 2.3.711210Cassio
 'Fore God, this is a more exquisite song than the 1211other. 
 2.3.721212Iago
 Will you hear't again?
 2.3.731213Cassio
 No, for I hold him to be unworthy of his place 1214that does those things. Well, God's above all, and 1215there be souls must be saved, and there be souls must 1216not be saved.
 2.3.741217Iago
 It's true, good lieutenant.
 2.3.751218Cassio
 For mine own part--no offense to the general 1219nor any man of quality--I hope to be saved.
 2.3.761220Iago
 And so do I too, lieutenant.
 2.3.771221Cassio
 Ay--but by your leave, not before me. The 1222lieutenant is to be saved before the ancient. Let's have 1223no more of this. Let's to our affairs. God forgive us our 1224sins. Gentlemen, let's look to our business. Do not 1225think, gentlemen, I am drunk. This is my ancient, this 1226is my right hand and this is my left. I am not drunk 1227now. I can stand well enough, and I speak well enough.
 2.3.781228Gentleman
 Excellent well.
 2.3.791229Cassio
 Why, very well then--you must not think, then, 1230that I am drunk.
 2.3.79.1Exit [Cassio].
 2.3.801231Montano
 To th'platform, masters; come, let's set the 1232watch.
 2.3.811233Iago
 You see this fellow that is gone before:
 2.3.821234He's a soldier fit to stand by Caesar
 2.3.831235And give direction. And do but see his vice:
 2.3.841236'Tis to his virtue a just equinox,
 2.3.851237The one as long as th'other. 'Tis pity of him;
 2.3.861238I fear the trust Othello puts him in
 2.3.871239On some odd time of his infirmity
 2.3.881240Will shake this island.
 1241Montano
 Will shake this island.  But is he often thus?
 2.3.891242Iago
 'Tis evermore his prologue to his sleep.
 2.3.901243He'll watch the horologe a double set
 2.3.911244If drink rock not his cradle.
 1245Montano
 If drink rock not his cradle.  It were well
 2.3.921246The general were put in mind of it;
 2.3.931247Perhaps he sees it not, or his good nature
 2.3.941248Prizes the virtue that appears in Cassio
 2.3.951249And looks not on his evils. Is not this true?
 2.3.961250Enter Roderigo.
 2.3.971251Iago
 [Aside to Roderigo] How now, Roderigo?
 2.3.981252I pray you, after the lieutenant go.
 2.3.98.1[Exit Roderigo.]
 2.3.991253Montano
 And 'tis great pity that the noble Moor
 2.3.1001254Should hazard such a place as his own second
 2.3.1011255With one of an ingraft infirmity.
 2.3.1021256It were an honest action to say so
 2.3.1031257To the Moor.
 1258Iago
 To the Moor.  Not I, for this fair island;
 2.3.1041259I do love Cassio well, and would do much
 2.3.1051260To cure him of this evil--
 2.3.106(Voices within) Help! Help!
 Iago
 To cure him of this evil--  --but hark, what noise?
 2.3.1071261Enter Cassio pursuing Roderigo.
 2.3.1081262Cassio
 Zounds, you rogue! You rascal!
 2.3.1091263Montano
 What's the matter, lieutenant?
 2.3.1101264Cassio
 A knave teach me my duty? I'll beat the 1265knave into a twiggen bottle.
 2.3.1111266Roderigo
 Beat me?
 2.3.1121267Cassio
 Dost thou prate, rogue?
 2.3.1131268Montano
 Nay, good lieutenant! 1269Pray, sir, hold your hand.
 2.3.1141270Cassio
 Let me go, sir, 1271or I'll knock you o'er the mazard.
 2.3.1151272Montano
 Come, come, you're drunk.
 2.3.1161273Cassio
 Drunk?
 2.3.116.1[They fight.]
 2.3.1171274Iago
 [Aside to Roderigo] Away, I say! Go out and cry a mutiny.
 2.3.117.1[Exit Roderigo.]
 2.3.1181275Nay, good lieutenant. God's will, gentlemen!
 2.3.1191276Help, ho! Lieutenant! Sir Montano! Sir!
 2.3.1201277Help, masters! Here's a goodly watch indeed.
 2.3.120.1[A bell rings.]
 2.3.1211278Who's that which rings the bell? Diablo, ho!
 2.3.1221279The town will rise. God's will, lieutenant, hold.
 2.3.1231280You'll be ashamed forever.
 2.3.1241281Enter Othello and attendants [with weapons].
 2.3.1251282Othello
 What is the matter here?
 2.3.1261283Montano
 Zounds, I bleed still! I am hurt to th'death.
 2.3.126.1[Lunging at Cassio]
 2.3.127He dies!
 1284Othello
 He dies!  Hold, for your lives!
 2.3.1281285Iago
 Hold, ho! Lieutenant, Sir Montano, gentlemen!
 2.3.1291286Have you forgot all place of sense and duty?
 2.3.1301287Hold. The general speaks to you--hold, for shame.
 2.3.1311288Othello
 Why, how now, ho? From whence ariseth this?
 2.3.1321289Are we turned Turks and to ourselves do that
 2.3.1331290Which heaven hath forbid the Ottomites?
 2.3.1341291For Christian shame, put by this barbarous brawl.
 2.3.1351292He that stirs next to carve for his own rage
 2.3.1361293Holds his soul light; he dies upon his motion.
 2.3.1371294Silence that dreadful bell; it frights the isle
 2.3.1381295From her propriety. What is the matter, masters?
 2.3.1391296Honest Iago, that looks dead with grieving,
 2.3.1401297Speak. Who began this? On thy love, I charge thee.
 2.3.1411298Iago
 I do not know. Friends all, but now, even now,
 2.3.1421299In quarter and in terms like bride and groom
 2.3.1431300Divesting them for bed; and then, but now,
 2.3.1441301As if some planet had unwitted men,
 2.3.1451302Swords out and tilting one at other's breasts
 2.3.1461303In opposition bloody. I cannot speak
 2.3.1471304Any beginning to this peevish odds.
 2.3.1481305And would in action glorious I had lost
 2.3.1491306Those legs that brought me to a part of it.
 2.3.1501307Othello
 How comes it, Michael, you are thus forgot?
 2.3.1511308Cassio
 I pray you pardon me; I cannot speak.
 2.3.1521309Othello
 Worthy Montano, you were wont to be civil;
 2.3.1531310The gravity and stillness of your youth
 2.3.1541311The world hath noted, and your name is great
 2.3.1551312In mouths of wisest censure. What's the matter
 2.3.1561313That you unlace your reputation thus,
 2.3.1571314And spend your rich opinion for the name
 2.3.1581315Of a nightbrawler? Give me answer to it.
 2.3.1591316Montano
 Worthy Othello, I am hurt to danger.
 2.3.1601317Your officer Iago can inform you--
 2.3.1611318While I spare speech, which something now offends me--
 2.3.1621319Of all that I do know; nor know I ought
 2.3.1631320By me that's said or done amiss this night,
 2.3.1641321Unless self-charity be sometimes a vice,
 2.3.1651322And to defend ourselves it be a sin
 2.3.1661323When violence assails us.
 1324Othello
 When violence assails us.  Now, by heaven,
 2.3.1671325My blood begins my safer guides to rule,
 2.3.1681326And passion, having my best judgment collied,
 2.3.1691327Assays to lead the way. Zounds, if I stir,
 2.3.1701328Or do but lift this arm, the best of you
 2.3.1711329Shall sink in my rebuke. Give me to know
 2.3.1721330How this foul rout began, who set it on,
 2.3.1731331And he that is approved in this offense,
 2.3.1741332Though he had twinned with me both at a birth,
 2.3.1751333Shall lose me. What, in a town of war
 2.3.1761334Yet wild, the people's hearts brimful of fear,
 2.3.1771335To manage private and domestic quarrel
 2.3.1781336In night and on the court and guard of safety?
 2.3.1791337'Tis monstrous! Iago, who began't?
 2.3.1801338Montano
 If, partially affined or leagued in office,
 2.3.1811339Thou dost deliver more or less than truth,
 2.3.1821340Thou art no soldier.
 1341Iago
 Thou art no soldier.  Touch me not so near.
 2.3.1831342I had rather have this tongue cut from my mouth
 2.3.1841343Than it should do offence to Michael Cassio;
 2.3.1851344Yet I persuade myself to speak the truth
 2.3.1861345Shall nothing wrong him. This it is, general:
 2.3.1871346Montano and myself being in speech,
 2.3.1881347There comes a fellow crying out for help,
 2.3.1891348And Cassio following with determined sword
 2.3.1901349To execute upon him. Sir, this gentleman
 2.3.1911350Steps in to Cassio and entreats his pause;
 2.3.1921351Myself the crying fellow did pursue,
 2.3.1931352Lest by his clamor, as it so fell out,
 2.3.1941353The town might fall in fright. He, swift of foot,
 2.3.1951354Outran my purpose, and I returned then, rather
 2.3.1961355For that I heard the clink and fall of swords,
 2.3.1971356And Cassio high in oath, which till tonight
 2.3.1981357I ne'er might say before. When I came back--
 2.3.1991358For this was brief--I found them close together
 2.3.2001359At blow and thrust, even as again they were
 2.3.2011360When you yourself did part them.
 2.3.2021361More of this matter cannot I report,
 2.3.2031362But men are men; the best sometimes forget.
 2.3.2041363Though Cassio did some little wrong to him,
 2.3.2051364As men in rage strike those that wish them best,
 2.3.2061365Yet surely Cassio, I believe, received
 2.3.2071366From him that fled some strange indignity
 2.3.2081367Which patience could not pass.
 1368Othello
 Which patience could not pass.  I know, Iago,
 2.3.2091369Thy honesty and love doth mince this matter,
 2.3.2101370Making it light to Cassio.--Cassio, I love thee,
 2.3.2111371But never more be officer of mine.
 2.3.2121372Enter Desdemona, attended.
 2.3.2131373Look if my gentle love be not raised up.
 2.3.2141374I'll make thee an example.
 2.3.2151375Desdemona
 What is the matter, dear?
 1376Othello
 What is the matter, dear?  All's well, sweeting.
 2.3.2161377Come away to bed. [To Montano] Sir, for your hurts
 2.3.2171378Myself will be your surgeon. Lead him off.
 2.3.217.1[Montano is led off.]
 2.3.2181379Iago, look with care about the town,
 2.3.2191380And silence those whom this vile brawl distracted.
 2.3.2201381Come, Desdemona; 'tis the soldier's life
 2.3.2211382To have their balmy slumbers waked with strife.
 2.3.220.1Exeunt [Othello, Desdemona, and attendants.]
 2.3.2221383Iago
 What, are you hurt, lieutenant?
 2.3.2231384Cassio
 Ay, past all surgery.
 2.3.2241385Iago
 Marry, God forbid.
 2.3.2251386Cassio
 Reputation, reputation, reputation! Oh, I have 1387lost my reputation! I have lost the immortal part of 1388myself, and what remains is bestial. My reputation, 1389Iago, my reputation.
 2.3.2261390Iago
 As I am an honest man, I had thought you had 1391received some bodily wound; there is more sense in that 1392than in reputation. Reputation is an idle and most false 1393imposition, oft got without merit and lost without 1394deserving. You have lost no reputation at all unless you 1395repute yourself such a loser. What, man, there are 1396more ways to recover the general again. You are 1397but now cast in his mood, a punishment more in 1398policy than in malice--even so as one would beat his 1399offenseless dog to affright an imperious lion. Sue to 1400him again and he's yours.
 2.3.2271401Cassio
 I will rather sue to be despised than to deceive 1402so good a commander with so slight, so drunken, and so 1403indiscrete an officer. Drunk? and speak parrot? and 1404squabble? swagger? swear? and discourse fustian 1405with one's own shadow? O thou invisible spirit of 1406wine, if thou hast no name to be known by, let us call 1407thee devil!
 2.3.2281408Iago
 What was he that you followed with your 1409sword? What had he done to you?
 2.3.2291410Cassio
 I know not.
 2.3.2301411Iago
 Is't possible?
 2.3.2311412Cassio
 I remember a mass of things, but nothing 1413distinctly; a quarrel, but nothing wherefore. O God, that 1414men should put an enemy in their mouths to steal 1415away their brains! that we should with joy, pleasance, 1416revel and applause transform ourselves into beasts!
 2.3.2321417Iago
 Why, but you are now well enough. How 1418came you thus recovered?
 2.3.2331419Cassio
 It hath pleased the devil drunkenness to give 1420place to the devil wrath; one unperfectness shows me 1421another to make me frankly despise myself.
 2.3.2341422Iago
 Come, you are too severe a moraler. As the 1423time, the place, and the condition of this country stands, 1424I could heartily wish this had not befallen; but since it is as 1425it is, mend it for your own good.
 2.3.2351426Cassio
 I will ask him for my place again; he shall tell 1427me I am a drunkard. Had I as many mouths as Hydra, 1428such an answer would stop them all. To be now a 1429sensible man, by and by a fool, and presently a beast--Oh, 1430strange! Every inordinate cup is unblessed, and the 1431ingredient is a devil.
 2.3.2361432Iago
 Come, come, good wine is a good familiar 1433creature if it be well used; exclaim no more against it. 1434And, good lieutenant, I think you think I love 1435you.
 2.3.2371436Cassio
 I have well approved it, sir--I drunk?
 2.3.2381437Iago
 You, or any man living, may be drunk at a 1438time, man. I tell you what you shall do: our general's 1439wife is now the general. I may say so in this respect, 1440for that he hath devoted and given up himself to the 1441contemplation, mark, and devotement of her parts 1442and graces. Confess yourself freely to her; 1443importune her help to put you in your place again. She is 1444of so free, so kind, so apt, so blessed a disposition 1445she holds it a vice in her goodness not to do more 1446than she is requested. This broken joint between 1447you and her husband entreat her to splinter, and, my 1448fortunes against any lay worth naming, this crack of 1449your love shall grow stronger than it was before.
 2.3.2391450Cassio
 You advise me well.
 2.3.2401451Iago
 I protest in the sincerity of love and honest 1452kindness.
 2.3.2411453Cassio
 I think it freely; and betimes in the 1454morning I will beseech the virtuous Desdemona to undertake 1455for me. I am desperate of my fortunes if they check me.
 2.3.2421456Iago
 You are in the right. Goodnight, lieutenant. I 1457must to the watch.
 2.3.2431458Cassio
 Goodnight, honest Iago.
 2.3.2441459Exit Cassio.
 2.3.2451460Iago
 And what's he, then, 1461that says I play the villain,
 2.3.2461462When this advice is free I give, and honest,
 2.3.2471463Probal to thinking, and, indeed, the course
 2.3.2481464To win the Moor again? 1465For 'tis most easy
 2.3.2491466Th'inclining Desdemona to subdue
 2.3.2501467In any honest suit. She's framed as fruitful
 2.3.2511468As the free elements. And then for her
 2.3.2521469To win the Moor were to renounce his baptism,
 2.3.2531470All seals and symbols of redeemèd sin;
 2.3.2541471His soul is so enfettered to her love
 2.3.2551472That she may make, unmake, do what she list
 2.3.2561473Even as her appetite shall play the god
 2.3.2571474With his weak function. How am I then a villain
 2.3.2581475To counsel Cassio to this parallel course
 2.3.2591476Directly to his good? Divinity of hell!
 2.3.2601477When devils will the blackest sins put on,
 2.3.2611478They do suggest at first with heavenly shows,
 2.3.2621479As I do now. For whiles this honest fool
 2.3.2631480Plies Desdemona to repair his fortune,
 2.3.2641481And she for him pleads strongly to the Moor,
 2.3.2651482I'll pour this pestilence into his ear:
 2.3.2661483That she repeals him for her body's lust;
 2.3.2671484And by how much she strives to do him good,
 2.3.2681485She shall undo her credit with the Moor.
 2.3.2691486So will I turn her virtue into pitch,
 2.3.2701487And out of her own goodness make the net
 2.3.2711488That shall enmesh them all.
 2.3.2721490Enter Roderigo.
 That shall enmesh them all.  1489How now, Roderigo?
 2.3.2731491Roderigo
 I do follow here in the chase, not 1492like a hound that hunts, but one that fills up the 1493cry. My money is almost spent, I have been tonight 1494exceedingly well cudgeled, and I think the issue 1495will be I shall have so much experience for my pains, 1496and so, with no money at all and a little more wit, 1497return again to Venice.
 2.3.2741498Iago
 How poor are they that have not patience?
 2.3.2751499What wound did ever heal but by degrees?
 2.3.2761500Thou know'st we work by wit and not by witchcraft,
 2.3.2771501And wit depends on dilatory time.
 2.3.2781502Does't not go well? Cassio hath beaten thee,
 2.3.2791503And thou by that small hurt hath cashiered Cassio.
 2.3.2801504Though other things grow fair against the sun,
 2.3.2811505Yet fruits that blossom first will first be ripe.
 2.3.2821506Content thyself awhile. By the mass, 'tis morning;
 2.3.2831507Pleasure and action make the hours seem short.
 2.3.2841508Retire thee; go where thou art billeted.
 2.3.2851509Away, I say; thou shalt know more hereafter.
 2.3.2861510Nay, get thee gone.
 2.3.286.1Exit Roderigo.
 Nay, get thee gone.  1511Two things are to be done:
 2.3.2871512My wife must move for Cassio to her mistress;
 2.3.2881513I'll set her on.
 2.3.2891513.1Myself awhile to draw the Moor apart
 2.3.2901514And bring him jump when he may Cassio find
 2.3.2911515Soliciting his wife. Ay, that's the way;
 2.3.2921516Dull not device by coldness and delay.
 2.3.290.1Exit [Iago].
 15173.1
 3.1.0.11518Enter Cassio, Musicians, and Clown.
 3.1.11519Cassio
 Masters, play here--I will content your pains--1520something that's brief, and bid "Good morrow, general."
 3.1.1.1[The musicians play.]
 3.1.21521Clown
 Why, masters, have your instruments been in 1522Naples that they speak i'th'nose thus?
 3.1.31523Musician
 How, sir? How?
 3.1.41524Clown
 Are these, I pray you, wind instruments?
 3.1.51525Musician
 Ay, marry, are they, sir.
 3.1.61526Clown
 Oh, thereby hangs a tale.
 3.1.71527Musician
 Whereby hangs a tale, sir?
 3.1.81528Clown
 Marry, sir, by many a wind instrument that I 1529know. But, masters--here's money for you--and the 1530general so likes your music that he desires you for love's 1531sake to make no more noise with it.
 3.1.91532Musician
 Well, sir, we will not.
 3.1.101533Clown
 If you have any music that may not be heard, 1534to't again. But, as they say, to hear music the 1535general does not greatly care.
 3.1.111536Musician
 We have none such, sir.
 3.1.121537Clown
 Then put up your pipes in your bag, for I'll 1538away. Go, vanish into air, away.
 3.1.12.1Exit Musicians.
 3.1.131539Cassio
 Dost thou hear, mine honest friend?
 3.1.141540Clown
 No, I hear not your honest friend; 1541I hear you.
 3.1.151542Cassio
 Prithee keep up thy quillets. There's a poor 1543piece of gold for thee. If the gentlewoman that attends 1544the general's wife be stirring, tell her there's one Cassio 1545entreats her a little favor of speech. Wilt thou do this?
 3.1.161546Clown
 She is stirring, sir. If she will stir hither, I shall 1547seem to notify unto her.
 3.1.171547.1Cassio
 Do, my good friend.
 3.1.17.1Exit Clown.
 3.1.17.21548Enter Iago.
 1549Cassio
 Do, my good friend.  In happy time, Iago.
 3.1.181550Iago
 You have not been abed then?
 3.1.191551Cassio
 Why, no; the day had broke before we parted.
 3.1.201552I have made bold, Iago, to send in to your wife.
 3.1.211553My suit to her is that she will to virtuous Desdemona
 3.1.221554Procure me some access.
 1555Iago
 Procure me some access.  I'll send her to you presently,
 3.1.231556And I'll devise a mean to draw the Moor
 3.1.241557Out of the way, that your converse and business
 3.1.251558May be more free.
 3.1.25.1Exit [Iago].
 1559Cassio
 May be more free.  I humbly thank you for't.
 3.1.26I never knew 1560a Florentine more kind and honest.
 3.1.271561Enter Emilia.
 3.1.281562Emilia
 Good morrow, good lieutenant. I am sorry
 3.1.291563For your displeasure, but all will sure be well.
 3.1.301564The general and his wife are talking of it,
 3.1.311565And she speaks for you stoutly. The Moor replies
 3.1.321566That he you hurt is of great fame in Cyprus
 3.1.331567And great affinity, and that in wholesome wisdom
 3.1.341568He might not but refuse you. But he protests he loves you
 3.1.351569And needs no other suitor but his likings
 3.1.361569.1To take the safest occasion by the front
 3.1.371570To bring you in again.
 1571Cassio
 To bring you in again.  Yet I beseech you,
 3.1.381572If you think fit, or that it may be done,
 3.1.391573Give me advantage of some brief discourse
 3.1.401574With Desdemon alone.
 1575Emilia
 With Desdemon alone.  Pray you come in.
 3.1.411576I will bestow you where you shall have time
 3.1.421577To speak your bosom freely.
 1578Cassio
 To speak your bosom freely.  I am much bound to you.
 3.1.42.1[Exeunt.]
 15793.2
 3.2.0.11580Enter Othello, Iago, and Gentlemen.
 3.2.11581Othello
 These letters give, Iago, to the pilot,
 3.2.21582And by him do my duties to the Senate.
 3.2.2.1[Othello hands Iago some papers.]
 3.2.31583That done, I will be walking on the works;
 3.2.41584Repair there to me.
 1585Iago
 Repair there to me.  Well, my good lord, I'll do't.
 3.2.51586Othello
 This fortification, gentlemen, shall we see't?
 3.2.61587Gentlemen
 We'll wait upon your lordship.
 3.2.71587.1Exeunt.
 15883.3
 3.3.0.11589Enter Desdemona, Cassio, and Emilia.
 3.3.11590Desdemona
 Be thou assured, good Cassio, I will do
 3.3.21591All my abilities in thy behalf.
 3.3.31592Emilia
 Good madam, do. 1593I warrant it grieves my husband
 3.3.41594As if the cause were his.
 3.3.51595Desdemona
 Oh, that's an honest fellow. Do not doubt, Cassio,
 3.3.61596But I will have my lord and you again
 3.3.71597As friendly as you were.
 1598Cassio
 As friendly as you were.  Bounteous madam,
 3.3.81599Whatever shall become of Michael Cassio,
 3.3.91600He's never anything but your true servant.
 3.3.101601Desdemona
 I know't. I thank you. You do love my lord;
 3.3.111602You have known him long, and be you well assured
 3.3.121603He shall in strangeness stand no farther off
 3.3.131604Than in a politic distance.
 1605Cassio
 Than in a politic distance.  Ay, but, lady,
 3.3.141606That policy may either last so long,
 3.3.151607Or feed upon such nice and waterish diet,
 3.3.161608Or breed itself so out of circumstances
 3.3.171609That I being absent and my place supplied,
 3.3.181610My general will forget my love and service.
 3.3.191611Desdemona
 Do not doubt that. Before Emilia here,
 3.3.201612I give thee warrant of thy place. Assure thee,
 3.3.211613If I do vow a friendship, I'll perform it
 3.3.221614To the last article. My lord shall never rest:
 3.3.231615I'll watch him tame and talk him out of patience;
 3.3.241616His bed shall seem a school, his board a shrift;
 3.3.251617I'll intermingle everything he does
 3.3.261618With Cassio's suit. Therefore be merry, Cassio,
 3.3.271619For thy solicitor shall rather die
 3.3.281620Than give thy cause away.
 3.3.291621Enter Othello and Iago.
 1622Emilia
 Than give thy cause away.  Madam, here comes my lord.
 3.3.301623Cassio
 Madam, I'll take my leave.
 1624Desdemona
 Madam, I'll take my leave.  Why stay, and hear me speak.
 3.3.311625Cassio
 Madam, not now. I am very ill at ease,
 3.3.321626Unfit for mine own purposes.
 3.3.331627Desdemona
 Well, do your discretion.
 3.3.33.1Exit Cassio.
 3.3.341628Iago
 Ha? I like not that.
 1629Othello
 Ha? I like not that.  What dost thou say?
 3.3.351630Iago
 Nothing, my lord; or if--I know not what.
 3.3.361631Othello
 Was not that Cassio parted from my wife?
 3.3.371632Iago
 Cassio, my lord? No sure, I cannot think it
 3.3.381633That he would steal away so guilty-like,
 3.3.391634Seeing your coming.
 1635Othello
 Seeing your coming.  I do believe 'twas he.
 3.3.401636Desdemona
 How now, my lord?
 3.3.411637I have been talking with a suitor here,
 3.3.421638A man that languishes in your displeasure.
 3.3.431639Othello
 Who is't you mean?
 3.3.441640Desdemona
 Why, your lieutenant, Cassio. Good my lord,
 3.3.451641If I have any grace or power to move you,
 3.3.461642His present reconciliation take;
 3.3.471643For if he be not one that truly loves you,
 3.3.481644That errs in ignorance and not in cunning,
 3.3.491645I have no judgment in an honest face.
 3.3.501646I prithee call him back.
 3.3.511647Othello
 Went he hence now?
 1648Desdemona
 Went he hence now?  Aye, sooth, so humbled
 3.3.521649That he hath left part of his grief with me
 3.3.531650To suffer with him. Good love, call him back.
 3.3.541651Othello
 Not now, sweet Desdemon--some other time.
 3.3.551652Desdemona
 But shall't be shortly?
 1653Othello
 But shall't be shortly?  The sooner, sweet, for you.
 3.3.561654Desdemona
 Shall't be tonight, at supper?
 1655Othello
 Shall't be tonight, at supper?  No, not tonight.
 3.3.571656Desdemona
 Tomorrow dinner, then?
 1657Othello
 Tomorrow dinner, then?  I shall not dine at home;
 3.3.581658I meet the captains at the citadel.
 3.3.591659Desdemona
 Why then, tomorrow night, or Tuesday morn,
 3.3.601660On Tuesday noon or night, or Wednesday morn.
 3.3.611661I prithee name the time, but let it not
 3.3.621662Exceed three days. In faith, he's penitent;
 3.3.631663And yet his trespass, in our common reason--
 3.3.641664Save that they say the wars must make example
 3.3.651665Out of her best--is not almost a fault
 3.3.661666T'incur a private check. When shall he come?
 3.3.671667Tell me, Othello. I wonder in my soul
 3.3.681668What you would ask me that I should deny
 3.3.691669Or stand so mamm'ring on? What? Michael Cassio,
 3.3.701670That came a-wooing with you, and so many a time
 3.3.711671When I have spoke of you dispraisingly
 3.3.721672Hath ta'en your part--to have so much to do
 3.3.731673To bring him in? By'r Lady, I could do much--
 3.3.741674Othello
 Prithee, no more. Let him come when he will;
 3.3.751675I will deny thee nothing.
 1676Desdemona
 I will deny thee nothing.  Why, this is not a boon;
 3.3.761677'Tis as I should entreat you wear your gloves,
 3.3.771678Or feed on nourishing dishes, or keep you warm,
 3.3.781679Or sue to you to do a peculiar profit
 3.3.791680To your own person. Nay, when I have a suit
 3.3.801681Wherein I mean to touch your love indeed,
 3.3.811682It shall be full of poise and difficult weight,
 3.3.821683And fearful to be granted.
 1684Othello
 And fearful to be granted.  I will deny thee nothing.
 3.3.831685Whereon, I do beseech thee, grant me this:
 3.3.841686To leave me but a little to myself.
 3.3.851687Desdemona
 Shall I deny you? No! Farewell, my lord.
 3.3.861688Othello
 Farewell, my Desdemona. I'll come to thee straight.
 3.3.871689Desdemona
 Emilia, come. [To Othello] Be as your fancies teach you.
 3.3.881690Whate'er you be, I am obedient.
 3.3.88.1Exeunt [Desdemona and Emilia].
 3.3.891691Othello
 Excellent wretch! Perdition catch my soul
 3.3.901692But I do love thee! And when I love thee not,
 3.3.911693Chaos is come again.
 3.3.921694Iago
 My noble lord--
 1695Othello
 My noble lord--  What dost thou say, Iago?
 3.3.931696Iago
 Did Michael Cassio, 1697when you wooed my lady,
 3.3.941697.1Know of your love?
 1698Othello
 Know of your love?  He did, from first to last.
 3.3.951699Why dost thou ask?
 3.3.961700Iago
 But for a satisfaction of my thought,
 3.3.971701No further harm.
 1702Othello
 No further harm.  Why of thy thought, Iago?
 3.3.981703Iago
 I did not think he had been acquainted with her.
 3.3.991704Othello
 Oh yes, and went between us very oft.
 3.3.1001705Iago
 Indeed?
 3.3.1011706Othello
 Indeed? Ay, indeed. Discern'st thou aught in that?
 3.3.1021707Is he not honest?
 3.3.1031708Iago
 Honest, my lord?
 3.3.1041709Othello
 Honest? Ay, honest.
 3.3.1051710Iago
 My lord, for aught I know.
 3.3.1061711Othello
 What dost thou think?
 3.3.1071712Iago
 Think, my lord?
 3.3.1081713Othello
 "Think, my lord?" By heaven, thou echo'st me
 3.3.1091714As if there were some monster in thy thought
 3.3.1101715Too hideous to be shown. Thou dost mean something.
 3.3.1111716I heard thee say even now, thou lik'st not that
 3.3.1121717When Cassio left my wife. What didst not like?
 3.3.1131718And when I told thee he was of my counsel
 3.3.1141719Of my whole course of wooing, thou cried'st "Indeed?"
 3.3.1151720And didst contract and purse thy brow together
 3.3.1161721As if thou then hadst shut up in thy brain
 3.3.1171722Some horrible conceit. If thou dost love me,
 3.3.1181723Show me thy thought.
 3.3.1191724Iago
 My lord, you know I love you.
 1725Othello
 My lord, you know I love you.  I think thou dost;
 3.3.1201726And for I know thou'rt full of love and honesty,
 3.3.1211727And weigh'st thy words before thou giv'st them breath,
 3.3.1221728Therefore these stops of thine fright me the more.
 3.3.1231729For such things in a false disloyal knave
 3.3.1241730Are tricks of custom, but in a man that's just,
 3.3.1251731They're close dilations, working from the heart,
 3.3.1261732That passion cannot rule.
 1733Iago
 That passion cannot rule.  For Michael Cassio,
 3.3.1271734I dare be sworn, I think that he is honest.
 3.3.1281735Othello
 I think so too.
 1736Iago
 I think so too.  Men should be what they seem,
 3.3.1291737Or those that be not, would they might seem none.
 3.3.1301738Othello
 Certain, men should be what they seem.
 3.3.1311739Iago
 Why then, I think Cassio's an honest man.
 3.3.1321740Othello
 Nay, yet there's more in this.
 3.3.1331741I prithee speak to me as to thy thinkings,
 3.3.1341742As thou dost ruminate, and give thy worst of thoughts
 3.3.1351743The worst of words.
 1744Iago
 The worst of words.  Good my lord, pardon me.
 3.3.1361745Though I am bound to every act of duty,
 3.3.1371746I am not bound to that all slaves are free to.
 3.3.1381747Utter my thoughts? Why, say they are vile and false--
 3.3.1391748As where's that palace whereinto foul things
 3.3.1401749Sometimes intrude not? Who has that breast so pure
 3.3.1411750Wherein uncleanly apprehensions
 3.3.1421751Keep leets and law-days, and in sessions sit
 3.3.1431752With meditations lawful?
 3.3.1441753Othello
 Thou dost conspire against thy friend, Iago,
 3.3.1451754If thou but think'st him wronged and mak'st his ear
 3.3.1461755A stranger to thy thoughts.
 1756Iago
 A stranger to thy thoughts.  I do beseech you,
 3.3.1471757Though I perchance am vicious in my guess--
 3.3.1481758As I confess it is my nature's plague
 3.3.1491759To spy into abuses, and oft my jealousy
 3.3.1501760Shapes faults that are not--that your wisdom
 3.3.1511761From one that so imperfectly conceits
 3.3.1521762Would take no notice, nor build yourself a trouble
 3.3.1531763Out of his scattering and unsure observance.
 3.3.1541764It were not for your quiet nor your good,
 3.3.1551765Nor for my manhood, honesty, and wisdom
 3.3.1561766To let you know my thoughts.
 1767Othello
 To let you know my thoughts.  What dost thou mean?
 3.3.1571768Iago
 Good name in man and woman, dear my lord,
 3.3.1581769Is the immediate jewel of their souls.
 3.3.1591770Who steals my purse, steals trash--1771'tis something, nothing;
 3.3.1601772'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands--
 3.3.1611773But he that filches from me my good name
 3.3.1621774Robs me of that which not enriches him,
 3.3.1631775And makes me poor indeed.
 1776Othello
 And makes me poor indeed.  I'll know thy thoughts.
 3.3.1641777Iago
 You cannot, if my heart were in your hand,
 3.3.1651778Nor shall not, whilst 'tis in my custody.
 3.3.1661779Othello
 Ha?
 1780Iago
 Ha?  Oh, beware, my lord, of jealousy.
 3.3.1671781It is the green-eyed monster, which doth mock
 3.3.1681782The meat it feeds on. That cuckold lives in bliss
 3.3.1691783Who, certain of his fate, loves not his wronger;
 3.3.1701784But oh, what damnèd minutes tells he o'er
 3.3.1711785Who dotes yet doubts, suspects yet soundly loves?
 3.3.1721786Othello
 Oh, misery!
 3.3.1731787Iago
 Poor and content is rich, and rich enough,
 3.3.1741788But riches fineless is as poor as winter
 3.3.1751789To him that ever fears he shall be poor.
 3.3.1761790Good God, the souls of all my tribe defend
 3.3.1771791From jealousy.
 1792Othello
 From jealousy.  Why? Why is this?
 3.3.1781793Think'st thou I'd make a life of jealousy,
 3.3.1791794To follow still the changes of the moon
 3.3.1801795With fresh suspicions? No! To be once in doubt
 3.3.1811796Is to be resolved. Exchange me for a goat
 3.3.1821797When I shall turn the business of my soul
 3.3.1831798To such exsuffilate and blowed surmises
 3.3.1841799Matching thy inference. 'Tis not to make me jealous
 3.3.1851800To say my wife is fair, feeds well, loves company,
 3.3.1861801Is free of speech, sings, plays, and dances;
 3.3.1871802Where virtue is, these are more virtuous.
 3.3.1881803Nor from mine own weak merits will I draw
 3.3.1891804The smallest fear or doubt of her revolt,
 3.3.1901805For she had eyes and chose me. No, Iago,
 3.3.1911806I'll see before I doubt; when I doubt, prove;
 3.3.1921807And on the proof, there is no more but this:
 3.3.1931808Away at once with love or jealousy.
 3.3.1941809Iago
 I am glad of this, for now I shall have reason
 3.3.1951810To show the love and duty that I bear you
 3.3.1961811With franker spirit. Therefore, as I am bound,
 3.3.1971812Receive it from me. I speak not yet of proof.
 3.3.1981813Look to your wife; observe her well with Cassio.
 3.3.1991814Wear your eyes thus, not jealous nor secure.
 3.3.2001815I would not have your free and noble nature
 3.3.2011816Out of self-bounty be abused. Look to't.
 3.3.2021817I know our country disposition well.
 3.3.2031818In Venice they do let God see the pranks
 3.3.2041819They dare not show their husbands; 1820their best conscience
 3.3.2051821Is not to leave't undone, but keep't unknown.
 3.3.2061822Othello
 Dost thou say so?
 3.3.2071823Iago
 She did deceive her father, marrying you;
 3.3.2081824And when she seemed to shake and fear your looks,
 3.3.2091825She loved them most.
 1826Othello
 She loved them most.  And so she did.
 1827Iago
 She loved them most. And so she did.  Why, go to then.
 3.3.2101828She that so young could give out such a seeming
 3.3.2111829To seel her father's eyes up close as oak
 3.3.2121830He thought 'twas witchcraft--1831but I am much to blame.
 3.3.2131832I humbly do beseech you of your pardon
 3.3.2141833For too much loving you.
 1834Othello
 For too much loving you.  I am bound to thee forever.
 3.3.2151835Iago
 I see this hath a little dashed your spirits.
 3.3.2161836Othello
 Not a jot, not a jot.
 1837Iago
 Not a jot, not a jot.  I'faith, I fear it has.
 3.3.2171838I hope you will consider what is spoke
 3.3.2181839Comes from your love. 1840But I do see you're moved.
 3.3.2191841I am to pray you not to strain my speech
 3.3.2201842To grosser issues, nor to larger reach
 3.3.2211843Than to suspicion.
 3.3.2221844Othello
 I will not.
 1845Iago
 I will not.  Should you do so, my lord,
 3.3.2231846My speech should fall into such vile success,
 3.3.2241847Which my thoughts aimed not. 1848Cassio's my worthy friend.
 3.3.2251849My lord, I see you're moved.
 1850Othello
 My lord, I see you're moved.  No, not much moved.
 3.3.2261851I do not think but Desdemona's honest.
 3.3.2271852Iago
 Long live she so, 1853and long live you to think so.
 3.3.2281854Othello
 And yet how nature, erring from itself--
 3.3.2291855Iago
 Ay, there's the point--1856as, to be bold with you,
 3.3.2301857Not to affect many proposed matches
 3.3.2311858Of her own clime, complexion, and degree,
 3.3.2321859Whereto we see in all things nature tends--
 3.3.2331860Foh! One may smell in such a will most rank,
 3.3.2341861Foul disproportions, thoughts unnatural.
 3.3.2351862But, pardon me, I do not in position
 3.3.2361863Distinctly speak of her, though I may fear
 3.3.2371864Her will, recoiling to her better judgment,
 3.3.2381865May fall to match you with her country forms,
 3.3.2391866And happily repent.
 1867Othello
 And happily repent.  Farewell, farewell.
 3.3.2401868If more thou dost perceive, let me know more.
 3.3.2411869Set on thy wife to observe. 1870Leave me, Iago.
 3.3.2421871Iago
 [Starting to exit] My lord, I take my leave.
 3.3.2431872Othello
 Why did I marry? 1873This honest creature doubtless
 3.3.2441874Sees and knows more, much more, than he unfolds.
 3.3.2451875Iago
 [Returning] My lord, I would I might entreat your honor
 3.3.2461876To scan this thing no farther; leave it to time.
 3.3.2471877Although 'tis fit that Cassio have his place--
 3.3.2481878For sure he fills it up with great ability--
 3.3.2491879Yet, if you please to hold him off awhile,
 3.3.2501880You shall by that perceive him and his means.
 3.3.2511881Note if your lady strain his entertainment
 3.3.2521882With any strong or vehement importunity;
 3.3.2531883Much will be seen in that. In the meantime,
 3.3.2541884Let me be thought too busy in my fears,
 3.3.2551885(As worthy cause I have to fear I am),
 3.3.2561886And hold her free, I do beseech your honor.
 3.3.2571887Othello
 Fear not my government.
 1888Iago
 Fear not my government.  I once more take my leave.
 3.3.257.1Exit [Iago].
 3.3.2581889Othello
 This fellow's of exceeding honesty,
 3.3.2591890And knows all qualities with a learned spirit
 3.3.2601891Of human dealings. If I do prove her haggard,
 3.3.2611892Though that her jesses were my dear heartstrings,
 3.3.2621893I'd whistle her off and let her down the wind
 3.3.2631894To prey at fortune. Haply for I am black
 3.3.2641895And have not those soft parts of conversation
 3.3.2651896That chamberers have, or for I am declined
 3.3.2661897Into the vale of years--yet that's not much--
 3.3.2671898She's gone. I am abused and my relief
 3.3.2681899Must be to loathe her. Oh, curse of marriage,
 3.3.2691900That we can call these delicate creatures ours
 3.3.2701901And not their appetites! I had rather be a toad
 3.3.2711902And live upon the vapor of a dungeon
 3.3.2721903Than keep a corner in the thing I love
 3.3.2731904For others' uses. Yet 'tis the plague to great ones,
 3.3.2741905Prerogatived are they less than the base;
 3.3.2751906'Tis destiny unshunnable, like death.
 3.3.2761907Even then this forkèd plague is fated to us
 3.3.2771908When we do quicken. Look where she comes--
 3.3.2781909Enter Desdemona and Emilia.
 3.3.2791910If she be false, heaven mocked itself;
 3.3.2801911I'll not believe't.
 1912Desdemona
 I'll not believe't.  How now, my dear Othello?
 3.3.2811913Your dinner, and the generous islanders
 3.3.2821914By you invited, do attend your presence.
 3.3.2831915Othello
 I am to blame.
 1916Desdemona
 I am to blame.  Why do you speak so faintly?
 3.3.2841917Are you not well?
 3.3.2851918Othello
 I have a pain upon my forehead, here.
 3.3.2861919Desdemona
 Why, that's with watching; 'twill away again.
 3.3.2871920Let me but bind it hard; within this hour
 3.3.2881921It will be well.
 3.3.288.1[Desdemona tries to bind Othello's head with her handkerchief.]
 1922Othello
 It will be well.  Your napkin is too little.
 [The handkerchief falls.]
 3.3.2891923Let it alone. Come, I'll go in with you.
 3.3.2901924Desdemona
 I am very sorry that you are not well.
 3.3.290.1Exeunt [Othello and Desdemona].
 3.3.2911925Emilia
 [Picking up the handkerchief] I am glad I have found this napkin.
 3.3.2921926This was her first remembrance from the Moor.
 3.3.2931927My wayward husband hath a hundred times
 3.3.2941928Wooed me to steal it, but she so loves the token--
 3.3.2951929For he conjured her she should ever keep it--
 3.3.2961930That she reserves it evermore about her
 3.3.2971931To kiss and talk to. I'll have the work taken out
 3.3.2981932And give't Iago. What he will do with it,
 3.3.2991933Heaven knows, not I;
 3.3.3001934I nothing but to please his fantasy.
 3.3.3011935Enter Iago.
 3.3.3021936Iago
 How now? What do you here alone?
 3.3.3031937Emilia
 Do not you chide; I have a thing for you.
 3.3.3041938Iago
 You have a thing for me? 1939It is a common thing--
 3.3.3051940Emilia
 Ha?
 3.3.3061941Iago
 To have a foolish wife.
 3.3.3071942Emilia
 Oh, is that all? What will you give me now
 3.3.3081943For that same handkerchief?
 1944Iago
 For that same handkerchief?  What handkerchief?
 3.3.3091945Emilia
 What handkerchief?
 3.3.3101946Why that the Moor first gave to Desdemona,
 3.3.3111947That which so often you did bid me steal.
 3.3.3121948Iago
 Hast stolen it from her?
 3.3.3131949Emilia
 No, but she let it drop by negligence,
 3.3.3141950And, to th'advantage, I, being here, took't up.
 3.3.3151951Look, here 'tis.
 1952Iago
 Look, here 'tis.  A good wench. Give it me.
 3.3.3161953Emilia
 What will you do with't, that you have been
 3.3.3171954So earnest to have me filch it?
 3.3.317.1[Iago snatches the handkerchief.]
 1955Iago
 So earnest to have me filch it?  Why, what is that to you?
 3.3.3181956Emilia
 If it be not for some purpose of import,
 3.3.3191957Giv't me again. Poor lady, she'll run mad
 3.3.3201958When she shall lack it.
 1959Iago
 When she shall lack it.  Be not acknown on't;
 3.3.3211960I have use for it. Go, leave me.
 3.3.321.1Exit Emilia.
 3.3.3221961I will in Cassio's lodging lose this napkin
 3.3.3231962And let him find it. Trifles light as air
 3.3.3241963Are to the jealous confirmations strong
 3.3.3251964As proofs of holy writ. This may do something.
 3.3.3261965The Moor already changes with my poison.
 3.3.3271966Dangerous conceits are in their natures poisons,
 3.3.3281967Which at the first are scarce found to distaste,
 3.3.3291968But with a little act upon the blood,
 3.3.3301969Burn like the mines of sulfur. I did say so.
 3.3.3311970Enter Othello.
 3.3.3321971Look where he comes. Not poppy, nor mandragora,
 3.3.3331972Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world
 3.3.3341973Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep
 3.3.3351974Which thou owedst yesterday.
 1975Othello
 Which thou owedst yesterday.  Ha, ha! False to me?
 3.3.3361976Iago
 Why, how now, general? No more of that.
 3.3.3371977Othello
 Avaunt, be gone! Thou hast set me on the rack.
 3.3.3381978I swear 'tis better to be much abused
 3.3.3391979Than but to know't a little.
 1980Iago
 Than but to know't a little.  How now, my lord?
 3.3.3401981Othello
 What sense had I in her stolen hours of lust?
 3.3.3411982I saw't not, thought it not, it harmed not me.
 3.3.3421983I slept the next night well, fed well, was free and merry.
 3.3.3431984I found not Cassio's kisses on her lips.
 3.3.3441985He that is robbed, not wanting what is stolen,
 3.3.3451986Let him not know't, and he's not robbed at all.
 3.3.3461987Iago
 I am sorry to hear this.
 3.3.3471988Othello
 I had been happy if the general camp,
 3.3.3481989Pioneers and all, had tasted her sweet body,
 3.3.3491990So I had nothing known. Oh, now, forever
 3.3.3501991Farewell the tranquil mind; farewell content;
 3.3.3511992Farewell the plumèd troops and the big wars
 3.3.3521993That makes ambition virtue! Oh, farewell!
 3.3.3531994Farewell the neighing steed and the shrill trump,
 3.3.3541995The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife,
 3.3.3551996The royal banner, and all quality,
 3.3.3561997Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war!
 3.3.3571998And O you mortal engines whose rude throats
 3.3.3581999The immortal Jove's dread clamors counterfeit,
 3.3.3592000Farewell! Othello's occupation's gone.
 3.3.3602001Iago
 Is't possible, my lord?
 3.3.3612002Othello
 Villain, be sure thou prove my love a whore!
 3.3.3622003Be sure of it. Give me the ocular proof,
 3.3.362.1[Othello grabs Iago.]
 3.3.3632004Or, by the worth of mine eternal soul,
 3.3.3642005Thou hadst been better have been born a dog
 3.3.3652006Than answer my waked wrath.
 2007Iago
 Than answer my waked wrath.  Is't come to this?
 3.3.3662008Othello
 Make me to see't, or at the least so prove it
 3.3.3672009That the probation bear no hinge nor loop
 3.3.3682010To hang a doubt on, or woe upon thy life!
 3.3.3692011Iago
 My noble lord--
 3.3.3702012Othello
 If thou dost slander her and torture me,
 3.3.3712013Never pray more; abandon all remorse,
 3.3.3722014On horror's head horrors accumulate,
 3.3.3732015Do deeds to make heaven weep, all earth amazed,
 3.3.3742016For nothing canst thou to damnation add
 3.3.3752017Greater than that.
 2018Iago
 Greater than that.  O grace! O heaven forgive me!
 3.3.3762019Are you a man? Have you a soul? or sense?
 3.3.3772020God b'wi'you, take mine office. O wretched fool
 3.3.3782021That lov'st to make thine honesty a vice!
 3.3.3792022O monstrous world! Take note, take note, O world,
 3.3.3802023To be direct and honest is not safe.
 3.3.3812024I thank you for this profit, and from hence
 3.3.3822025I'll love no friend sith love breeds such offense.
 3.3.3832026Othello
 Nay, stay; thou shouldst be honest.
 3.3.3842027Iago
 I should be wise, for honesty's a fool
 3.3.3852028And loses that it works for.
 2029Othello
 And loses that it works for.  By the world,
 3.3.3862030I think my wife be honest, and think she is not;
 3.3.3872031I think that thou art just, and think thou art not.
 3.3.3882032I'll have some proof. Her name, that was as fresh
 3.3.3892033As Dian's visage, is now begrimed and black
 3.3.3902034As mine own face. If there be cords or knives,
 3.3.3912035Poison, or fire, or suffocating streams,
 3.3.3922036I'll not endure it. Would I were satisfied.
 3.3.3932037Iago
 I see you are eaten up with passion;
 3.3.3942038I do repent me that I put it to you.
 3.3.3952039You would be satisfied?
 2040Othello
 You would be satisfied?  Would? Nay, and I will.
 3.3.3962041Iago
 And may--but how? how satisfied, my lord?
 3.3.3972042Would you, the supervisor, grossly gape on?
 3.3.3982043Behold her topped?
 2044Othello
 Behold her topped?  Death and damnation! Oh!
 3.3.3992045Iago
 It were a tedious difficulty, I think,
 3.3.4002046To bring them to that prospect. Damn them then,
 3.3.4012047If ever mortal eyes do see them bolster
 3.3.4022048More than their own. What then? How then?
 3.3.4032049What shall I say? Where's satisfaction?
 3.3.4042050It is impossible you should see this
 3.3.4052051Were they as prime as goats, as hot as monkeys,
 3.3.4062052As salt as wolves in pride, and fools as gross
 3.3.4072053As ignorance made drunk. But yet, I say,
 3.3.4082054If imputation and strong circumstances,
 3.3.4092055Which lead directly to the door of truth,
 3.3.4102056Will give you satisfaction, you might have't.
 3.3.4112057Othello
 Give me a living reason she's disloyal.
 3.3.4122058Iago
 I do not like the office;
 3.3.4132059But sith I am entered in this cause so far--
 3.3.4142060Pricked to't by foolish honesty and love--
 3.3.4152061I will go on: I lay with Cassio lately,
 3.3.4162062And, being troubled with a raging tooth,
 3.3.4172063I could not sleep. There are a kind of men
 3.3.4182064So loose of soul that in their sleeps will mutter
 3.3.4192065Their affairs; one of this kind is Cassio.
 3.3.4202066In sleep I heard him say "Sweet Desdemona,
 3.3.4212067Let us be wary; let us hide our loves."
 3.3.4222068And then, sir, would he gripe and wring my hand,
 3.3.4232069Cry "O sweet creature!", then kiss me hard,
 3.3.4242070As if he plucked up kisses by the roots
 3.3.4252071That grew upon my lips, then laid his leg
 3.3.4262072O'er my thigh, and sighed, and kissed, and then
 3.3.4272073Cried "Cursèd fate that gave thee to the Moor!"
 3.3.4282074Othello
 Oh, monstrous! monstrous!
 2075Iago
 Oh, monstrous! monstrous!  Nay, this was but his dream.
 3.3.4292076Othello
 But this denoted a foregone conclusion;
 3.3.4302077'Tis a shrewd doubt, though it be but a dream.
 3.3.4312078Iago
 And this may help to thicken other proofs
 3.3.4322079That do demonstrate thinly.
 2080Othello
 That do demonstrate thinly.  I'll tear her all to pieces!
 3.3.4332081Iago
 Nay, yet be wise, yet we see nothing done;
 3.3.4342082She may be honest yet. Tell me but this:
 3.3.4352083Have you not sometimes seen a handkerchief
 3.3.4362084Spotted with strawberries in your wife's hand?
 3.3.4372085Othello
 I gave her such a one; 'twas my first gift.
 3.3.4382086Iago
 I know not that, but such a handkerchief--
 3.3.4392087I am sure it was your wife's--did I today
 3.3.4402088See Cassio wipe his beard with.
 2089Othello
 See Cassio wipe his beard with.  If it be that--
 3.3.4412090Iago
 If it be that, or any, it was hers.
 3.3.4422091It speaks against her with the other proofs.
 3.3.4432092Othello
 Oh, that the slave had forty thousand lives!
 3.3.4442093One is too poor, too weak for my revenge.
 3.3.4452094Now do I see 'tis true. Look here, Iago:
 3.3.4462095All my fond love thus do I blow to heaven--'tis gone!
 3.3.4472096Arise, black vengeance from the hollow hell.
 3.3.4482097Yield up, O love, thy crown and hearted throne
 3.3.4492098To tyrannous hate. Swell, bosom, with thy fraught,
 3.3.4502099For 'tis of aspics' tongues.
 2100Iago
 For 'tis of aspics' tongues.  Yet be content.
 3.3.450.1[Othello kneels.]
 3.3.4512101Othello
 Oh, blood, blood, blood!
 3.3.4522102Iago
 Patience, I say. Your mind may change.
 3.3.4532103Othello
 Never, Iago. Like to the Pontic Sea,
 3.3.4542104Whose icy current and compulsive course
 3.3.4552105Ne'er keeps retiring ebb but keeps due on
 3.3.4562106To the Propontic and the Hellespont,
 3.3.4572107Even so my bloody thoughts with violent pace
 3.3.4582108Shall ne'er look back, ne'er ebb to humble love,
 3.3.4592109Till that a capable and wide revenge
 3.3.4602110Swallow them up. Now, by yon marble heaven,
 3.3.4612111In the due reverence of a sacred vow,
 3.3.4622112I here engage my words.
 2113Iago
 I here engage my words.  Do not rise yet.
 3.3.4632114Witness, you ever-burning lights above,
 3.3.4642115You elements that clip us round about,
 3.3.464.1[Iago kneels.]
 3.3.4652116Witness that here Iago doth give up
 3.3.4662117The execution of his wit, hands, heart
 3.3.4672118To wronged Othello's service. Let him command,
 3.3.4682119And to obey shall be in me remorse,
 3.3.4692120What bloody business ever.
 3.3.469.1[Othello and Iago rise.]
 2121Othello
 What bloody business ever.  I greet thy love
 3.3.4702122Not with vain thanks but with acceptance bounteous,
 3.3.4712123And will upon the instant put thee to't.
 3.3.4722124Within these three days let me hear thee say
 3.3.4732125That Cassio's not alive.
 2126Iago
 That Cassio's not alive.  My friend is dead;
 3.3.4742127'Tis done at your request. 2128But let her live.
 3.3.4752129Othello
 Damn her, lewd minx! 2130Oh, damn her, damn her!
 3.3.4762131Come, go with me apart; I will withdraw
 3.3.4772132To furnish me with some swift means of death
 3.3.4782133For the fair devil. 2134Now art thou my lieutenant.
 3.3.4792135Iago
 I am your own forever.
 3.3.479.1Exeunt.
 21363.4
 3.4.0.12137Enter Desdemona, Emilia, and Clown.
 3.4.12138Desdemona
 Do you know, sirrah, where Lieutenant Cassio 2139lies?
 3.4.22140Clown
 I dare not say he lies anywhere.
 3.4.32141Desdemona
 Why, man?
 3.4.42142Clown
 He's a soldier, and for me to say a soldier lies, 2143'tis stabbing.
 3.4.52144Desdemona
 Go to! Where lodges he?
 3.4.62145Clown
 To tell you where he lodges is to tell you where 2146I lie.
 3.4.72147Desdemona
 Can anything be made of this?
 3.4.82148Clown
 I know not where he lodges, and for me to 2149devise a lodging, and say he lies here or he lies there, were 2150to lie in mine own throat.
 3.4.92151Desdemona
 Can you inquire him out and be edified by 2152report? 
 3.4.102153Clown
 I will catechize the world for him--that is, make 2154questions and by them answer.
 3.4.112155Desdemona
 Seek him, bid him come hither, tell him I 2156have moved my lord on his behalf, and hope all will 2157be well.
 3.4.122158Clown
 To do this is within the compass of man's wit, 2159and therefore I will attempt the doing it.
 3.4.12.1Exit Clown.
 3.4.132160Desdemona
 Where should I lose the handkerchief, 2161Emilia?
 3.4.142162Emilia
 I know not, madam.
 3.4.152163Desdemona
 Believe me, I had rather lose my purse
 3.4.162164Full of crusadoes; and but my noble Moor
 3.4.172165Is true of mind and made of no such baseness
 3.4.182166As jealous creatures are, it were enough
 3.4.192167To put him to ill thinking.
 2168Emilia
 To put him to ill thinking.  Is he not jealous?
 3.4.202169Desdemona
 Who, he? I think the sun where he was born
 3.4.212170Drew all such humors from him.
 2171Emilia
 Drew all such humors from him.  Look where he comes.
 3.4.222172Enter Othello.
 3.4.232173Desdemona
 I will not leave him now till Cassio
 3.4.24Be 2174called to him. How is't with you, my lord?
 3.4.252175Othello
 Well, my good lady. [Aside] Oh, hardness to dissemble!
 3.4.262176How do you, Desdemona?
 2177Desdemona
 How do you, Desdemona?  Well, my good lord.
 3.4.272178Othello
 Give me your hand.
 3.4.27.1[Othello takes Desdemona's hand.]
 Give me your hand.  2179This hand is moist, my lady.
 3.4.282180Desdemona
 It hath felt no age, nor known no sorrow.
 3.4.292181Othello
 This argues fruitfulness and liberal heart--
 3.4.302182Hot, hot and moist. This hand of yours requires
 3.4.312183A sequester from liberty--fasting and prayer,
 3.4.322184Much castigation, exercise devout--
 3.4.332185For here's a young and sweating devil here
 3.4.342186That commonly rebels. 'Tis a good hand,
 3.4.352187A frank one.
 2188Desdemona
 A frank one.  You may indeed say so,
 3.4.362189For 'twas that hand that gave away my heart.
 3.4.372190Othello
 A liberal hand. The hearts of old gave hands,
 3.4.382191But our new heraldry is hands, not hearts.
 3.4.392192Desdemona
 I cannot speak of this. 2193Come, now your promise.
 3.4.402194Othello
 What promise, chuck?
 3.4.412195Desdemona
 I have sent to bid Cassio come speak with you.
 3.4.422196Othello
 I have a salt and sorry rheum offends me;
 3.4.432197Lend me thy handkerchief.
 2198Desdemona
 Lend me thy handkerchief.  Here, my lord.
 3.4.44 2199Othello
 That which I gave you.
 2200Desdemona
 That which I gave you.  I have it not about me.
 3.4.452201Othello
 Not?
 3.4.462202Desdemona
 No, faith, my lord.
 3.4.472203Othello
 That's a fault. That handkerchief
 3.4.482204Did an Egyptian to my mother give.
 3.4.492205She was a charmer and could almost read
 3.4.502206The thoughts of people. She told her while she kept it
 3.4.512207'Twould make her amiable and subdue my father
 3.4.522208Entirely to her love, but if she lost it,
 3.4.532209Or made a gift of it, my father's eye
 3.4.542210Should hold her loathed, and his spirits should hunt
 3.4.552211After new fancies. She, dying, gave it me,
 3.4.562212And bid me, when my fate would have me wived,
 3.4.572213To give it her. I did so; and, take heed on't,
 3.4.582214Make it a darling like your precious eye.
 3.4.592215To lose't or give't away were such perdition
 3.4.602216As nothing else could match.
 2217Desdemona
 As nothing else could match.  Is't possible?
 3.4.612218Othello
 'Tis true. There's magic in the web of it:
 3.4.622219A sybil that had numbered in the world
 3.4.632220The sun to course two hundred compasses,
 3.4.642221In her prophetic fury sewed the work;
 3.4.652222The worms were hallowed that did breed the silk,
 3.4.662223And it was dyed in mummy, which the skillful
 3.4.672224Conserved of maidens' hearts.
 2225Desdemona
 Conserved of maidens' hearts.  I'faith, is't true?
 3.4.682226Othello
 Most veritable; therefore look to't well.
 3.4.692227Desdemona
 Then would to God that I had never seen't!
 3.4.702228Othello
 Ha? Wherefore?
 3.4.712229Desdemona
 Why do you speak so startingly and rash?
 3.4.722230Othello
 Is't lost? Is't gone? Speak, is't out o'th'way?
 3.4.732231Desdemona
 Heaven bless us!
 3.4.742232Othello
 Say you?
 3.4.752233Desdemona
 It is not lost; but what and if it were?
 3.4.762234Othello
 How?
 3.4.772235Desdemona
 I say it is not lost.
 3.4.782236Othello
 Fetch't, let me see't.
 3.4.792237Desdemona
 Why so I can; but I will not now.
 3.4.802238This is a trick to put me from my suit.
 3.4.812239Pray you, let Cassio be received again.
 3.4.822240Othello
 Fetch me the handkerchief, 2241my mind misgives.
 3.4.832242Desdemona
 Come, come!
 3.4.84 You'll never meet a more 2243sufficient man--
 3.4.852244Othello
 The handkerchief.
 2245Desdemona
 The handkerchief.  A man that all his time
 3.4.862246Hath founded his good fortunes on your love,
 3.4.872247Shared dangers with you--
 2248Othello
 Shared dangers with you--  The handkerchief.
 3.4.882249Desdemona
 I'faith, you are to blame.
 2250Othello
 I'faith, you are to blame.  Zounds!
 3.4.80.1Exit Othello.
 3.4.892251Emilia
 Is not this man jealous?
 2252Desdemona
 Is not this man jealous?  I ne'er saw this before.
 3.4.902253Sure there's some wonder in this handkerchief;
 3.4.912254I am most unhappy in the loss.
 3.4.922255Emilia
 'Tis not a year or two shows us a man.
 3.4.932256They are all but stomachs, and we all but food;
 3.4.942257They eat us hungerly, and when they are full
 3.4.952258They belch us.
 3.4.962259Enter Iago and Cassio.
 They belch us.  2260Look you, Cassio and my husband.
 3.4.972261Iago
 There is no other way; 'tis she must do't--
 3.4.982262And lo, the happiness! Go and importune her.
 3.4.992263Desdemona
 How now, good Cassio, what's the news with 2264you?
 3.4.1002265Cassio
 Madam, my former suit: I do beseech you
 3.4.1012266That by your virtuous means I may again
 3.4.1022267Exist and be a member of his love,
 3.4.1032268Whom I, with all the office of my heart,
 3.4.1042269Entirely honor. I would not be delayed.
 3.4.1052270If my offense be of such mortal kind
 3.4.1062271That nor my service past, nor present sorrows,
 3.4.1072272Nor purposed merit in futurity
 3.4.1082273Can ransom me into his love again,
 3.4.1092274But to know so must be my benefit;
 3.4.1102275So shall I clothe me in a forced content
 3.4.1112276And shut myself up in some other course
 3.4.1122277To fortune's alms.
 2278Desdemona
 To fortune's alms.  Alas, thrice-gentle Cassio,
 3.4.1132279My advocation is not now in tune;
 3.4.1142280My lord is not my lord, nor should I know him
 3.4.1152281Were he in favor as in humor altered.
 3.4.1162282So help me every spirit sanctified
 3.4.1172283As I have spoken for you all my best,
 3.4.1182284And stood within the blank of his displeasure
 3.4.1192285For my free speech. You must awhile be patient.
 3.4.1202286What I can do, I will; and more I will
 3.4.1212287Than for myself I dare. Let that suffice you.
 3.4.1222288Iago
 Is my lord angry?
 2289Emilia
 Is my lord angry?  He went hence but now,
 3.4.1232290And certainly in strange unquietness.
 3.4.1242291Iago
 Can he be angry? I have seen the cannon
 3.4.1252292When it hath blown his ranks into the air
 3.4.1262293And, like the devil, from his very arm
 3.4.1272294Puffed his own brother--and is he angry?
 3.4.1282295Something of moment then. I will go meet him;
 3.4.1292296There's matter in't indeed if he be angry.
 3.4.1302297Desdemona
 I prithee do so.
 3.4.120.1Exit [Iago].
 I prithee do so.  2297.2Something sure of state,
 3.4.1312298Either from Venice or some unhatched practise
 3.4.1322299Made demonstrable here in Cyprus to him,
 3.4.1332300Hath puddled his clear spirit; and in such cases
 3.4.1342301Men's natures wrangle with inferior things,
 3.4.1352302Though great ones are their object. 'Tis even so.
 3.4.1362303For let our finger ache and it endues
 3.4.1372304Our other healthful members even to a sense
 3.4.1382305Of pain. Nay, we must think men are not gods,
 3.4.1392306Nor of them look for such observancy
 3.4.1402307As fits the bridal. Beshrew me much, Emilia.
 3.4.1412308I was, unhandsome warrior as I am,
 3.4.1422309Arraigning his unkindness with my soul;
 3.4.1432310But now I find I had suborned the witness,
 3.4.1442311And he's indicted falsely.
 2312Emilia
 And he's indicted falsely.  Pray heaven it be
 3.4.1452313State matters, as you think, and no conception
 3.4.1462314Nor no jealous toy concerning you.
 3.4.1472315Desdemona
 Alas the day! I never gave him cause.
 3.4.1482316Emilia
 But jealous souls will not be answered so;
 3.4.1492317They are not ever jealous for the cause,
 3.4.1502318But jealous for they're jealous. It is a monster
 3.4.1512319Begot upon itself, born on itself.
 3.4.1522320Desdemona
 Heaven keep the monster from Othello's mind.
 3.4.1532321Emilia
 Lady, amen.
 3.4.1542322Desdemona
 I will go seek him. Cassio, walk here about.
 3.4.1552323If I do find him fit, I'll move your suit
 2324And seek to effect it to my uttermost.
 3.4.1562325Cassio
 I humbly thank your ladyship.
 3.4.156.1Exeunt Desdemona and Emilia.
 3.4.1572326Enter Bianca.
 3.4.1582327Bianca
 'Save you, friend Cassio.
 2328Cassio
 'Save you, friend Cassio.  What make you from home?
 3.4.1592329How is't with you, my most fair Bianca?
 3.4.1602330I'faith, sweet love, I was coming to your house.
 3.4.1612331Bianca
 And I was going to your lodging, Cassio.
 3.4.1622332What, keep a week away? Seven days and nights?
 3.4.1632333Eight score eight hours? And lovers' absent hours
 3.4.1642334More tedious than the dial eight score times?
 3.4.1652335Oh, weary reckoning!
 2336Cassio
 Oh, weary reckoning!  Pardon me, Bianca.
 3.4.1662337I have this while with leaden thoughts been pressed,
 3.4.1672338But I shall in a more continuate time
 3.4.1682339Strike off this score of absence. Sweet Bianca,
 3.4.1692340Take me this work out.
 3.4.169.1[Cassio gives Desdemona's handkerchief to Bianca.]
 2341Bianca
 Take me this work out.  O Cassio, whence came this?
 3.4.1702342This is some token from a newer friend.
 3.4.1712343To the felt absence now I feel a cause.
 3.4.1722344Is't come to this? Well, well.
 2345Cassio
 Is't come to this? Well, well.  Go to, woman!
 3.4.1732346Throw your vile guesses in the devil's teeth,
 3.4.1742347From whence you have them. You are jealous now
 3.4.1752348That this is from some mistress, some remembrance?
 3.4.1762349No, by my faith, Bianca.
 2350Bianca
 No, by my faith, Bianca.  Why, whose is it?
 3.4.1772351Cassio
 I know not neither; 2352I found it in my chamber.
 3.4.1782353I like the work well; ere it be demanded,
 3.4.1792354As like enough it will, I would have it copied.
 3.4.1802355Take it and do't, and leave me for this time.
 3.4.1812356Bianca
 Leave you? Wherefore?
 3.4.1822357Cassio
 I do attend here on the general,
 3.4.1832358And think it no addition nor my wish
 3.4.1842359To have him see me womaned.
 2360Bianca
 To have him see me womaned.  Why, I pray you?
 3.4.1852361Cassio
 Not that I love you not.
 2362Bianca
 Not that I love you not.  But that you do not love me.
 3.4.1862363I pray you bring me on the way a little,
 3.4.1872364And say if I shall see you soon at night.
 3.4.1882365Cassio
 'Tis but a little way that I can bring you,
 3.4.1892366For I attend here, but I'll see you soon.
 3.4.1902367Bianca
 'Tis very good. I must be circumstanced.
 3.4.1912368Exeunt. 
 23694.1
 4.1.0.12370Enter Othello and Iago.
 4.1.12371Iago
 Will you think so?
 2372Othello
 Will you think so?  Think so, Iago?
 2373Iago
 Will you think so? Think so, Iago?  What,
 4.1.2To kiss in private?
 2374Othello
 To kiss in private?  An unauthorized kiss?
 4.1.32375Iago
 Or to be naked with her friend in bed
 4.1.42376An hour or more, not meaning any harm?
 4.1.52377Othello
 Naked in bed, Iago, and not mean harm?
 4.1.62378It is hypocrisy against the devil.
 4.1.72379They that mean virtuously and yet do so,
 4.1.82380The devil their virtue tempts, and they tempt heaven.
 4.1.92381Iago
 If they do nothing, 'tis a venial slip;
 4.1.102382But if I give my wife a handkerchief--
 4.1.112383Othello
 What then?
 4.1.122384Iago
 Why then 'tis hers, my lord, and, being hers,
 4.1.132385She may, I think, bestow't on any man.
 4.1.142386Othello
 She is protectress of her honor too;
 4.1.152387May she give that?
 4.1.162388Iago
 Her honor is an essence that's not seen;
 4.1.172389They have it very oft, that have it not.
 4.1.182390But for the handkerchief--
 4.1.192391Othello
 By heaven, I would most gladly have forgot it!
 4.1.202392Thou saidst--Oh, it comes ore my memory
 4.1.212393As doth the raven o'er the infectious house,
 4.1.222394Boding to all--he had my handkerchief.
 4.1.232395Iago
 Ay, what of that?
 2396Othello
 Ay, what of that?  That's not so good now.
 4.1.242397Iago
 What if I had said I had seen him do you wrong?
 4.1.252398Or heard him say--as knaves be such abroad
 4.1.262399Who, having by their own importunate suit
 4.1.272400Or voluntary dotage of some mistress
 4.1.282401Convincèd or supplied them, cannot choose
 4.1.292402But they must blab--
 2403Othello
 But they must blab--  Hath he said anything?
 4.1.302404Iago
 He hath, my lord, but be you well assured,
 4.1.312405No more than he'll unswear.
 2406Othello
 No more than he'll unswear.  What hath he said?
 4.1.322407Iago
 Faith, that he did--I know not what he did.
 4.1.332408Othello
 What? What?
 2409Iago
 What? What?  Lie.
 2410Othello
 What? What? Lie.  With her?
 4.1.342411Iago
 With her, on her--what you will.
 4.1.352412Othello
 Lie with her? Lie on her? We say "lie on her" 2413when they belie her. Lie with her? Zounds, that's fulsome! 2414Handkerchief! Confessions! Handkerchief!--To 2415confess and be hanged for his labor. First to be hanged 2416and then to confess! I tremble at it. Nature would not 2417invest herself in such shadowing passion without some 2418instruction. It is not words that shakes me thus. Pish! 2419Noses, ears, and lips!--Is't possible? Confess? 2420Handkerchief? O devil!
 4.1.35.1[Othello] falls in a trance.
 4.1.362421Iago
 Work on,
 4.1.372422My medicine works! Thus credulous fools are caught,
 4.1.382423And many worthy and chaste dames even thus,
 4.1.392424All guiltless, meet reproach. What ho! My lord?
 4.1.402425My lord, I say! Othello!
 4.1.412426Enter Cassio.
 My lord, I say! Othello!  2427How now, Cassio?
 4.1.422428Cassio
 What's the matter?
 4.1.432429Iago
 My lord is fallen into an epilepsy.
 4.1.442430This is his second fit; he had one yesterday.
 4.1.452431Cassio
 Rub him about the temples.
 2431.1Iago
 Rub him about the temples.  No, forbear.
 4.1.462432The lethargy must have his quiet course;
 4.1.472433If not, he foams at mouth and by and by
 4.1.482434Breaks out to savage madness. Look, he stirs.
 4.1.492435Do you withdraw yourself a little while.
 4.1.502436He will recover straight. When he is gone,
 4.1.512437I would on great occasion speak with you.
 4.1.50.1[Exit Cassio.]
 4.1.522438How is it, general? Have you not hurt your head?
 4.1.532439Othello
 Dost thou mock me?
 2440Iago
 Dost thou mock me?  I mock you not, by heaven!
 4.1.542441Would you would bear your fortune like a man.
 4.1.552442Othello
 A hornèd man's a monster and a beast.
 4.1.562443Iago
 There's many a beast then in a populous city,
 4.1.572444And many a civil monster.
 4.1.582445Othello
 Did he confess it?
 2446Iago
 Did he confess it?  Good sir, be a man.
 4.1.592447Think every bearded fellow that's but yoked
 4.1.602448May draw with you. There's millions now alive
 4.1.612449That nightly lie in those unproper beds,
 4.1.622450Which they dare swear peculiar. Your case is better.
 4.1.632451Oh, 'tis the spite of hell, the fiend's arch-mock,
 4.1.642452To lip a wanton in a secure couch
 4.1.652453And to suppose her chaste. No, let me know,
 4.1.662454And, knowing what I am, I know what she shall be.
 4.1.672455Othello
 Oh, thou art wise, 'tis certain.
 2456Iago
 Oh, thou art wise, 'tis certain.  Stand you awhile apart;
 4.1.682457Confine yourself but in a patient list:
 4.1.692458Whilst you were here, o'erwhelmèd with your grief--
 4.1.702459A passion most unsuiting such a man--
 4.1.712460Cassio came hither. I shifted him away
 4.1.722461And laid good 'scuses upon your ecstasy,
 4.1.732462Bade him anon return and here speak with me,
 4.1.742463The which he promised. Do but encave yourself,
 4.1.752464And mark the fleers, the gibes and notable scorns
 4.1.762465That dwell in every region of his face.
 4.1.772466For I will make him tell the tale anew:
 4.1.782467Where, how, how oft, how long ago, and when
 4.1.792468He hath and is again to cope your wife.
 4.1.802469I say, but mark his gesture--marry, patience!
 4.1.812470Or I shall say you're all in all in spleen
 4.1.822471And nothing of a man.
 2472Othello
 And nothing of a man.  Dost thou hear, Iago?
 4.1.832473I will be found most cunning in my patience,
 4.1.842474But--dost thou hear?--most bloody.
 2475Iago
 But--dost thou hear?--most bloody.  That's not amiss,
 4.1.852476But yet keep time in all. Will you withdraw?
 4.1.85.1[Othello withdraws.]
 4.1.862477Now will I question Cassio of Bianca,
 4.1.872478A huswife that by selling her desires
 4.1.882479Buys herself bread and cloth. It is a creature
 4.1.892480That dotes on Cassio--as 'tis the strumpet's plague
 4.1.902481To beguile many and be beguiled by one.
 4.1.912482He, when he hears of her, cannot restrain
 4.1.922483From the excess of laughter. Here he comes.
 4.1.932484Enter Cassio.
 4.1.942485As he shall smile, Othello shall go mad;
 4.1.952486And his unbookish jealousy must conster
 4.1.962487Poor Cassio's smiles, gestures, and light behaviors
 4.1.972488Quite in the wrong. How do you, lieutenant?
 4.1.982489Cassio
 The worser that you give me the addition
 4.1.992490Whose want even kills me.
 4.1.1002491Iago
 Ply Desdemona well, and you are sure on't.
 4.1.1012492Now if this suit lay in Bianca's power,
 4.1.1022493How quickly should you speed.
 2494Cassio
 How quickly should you speed.  Alas, poor caitiff!
 4.1.1032495Othello
 [Aside] Look how he laughs already.
 4.1.1042496Iago
 I never knew a woman love man so.
 4.1.1052497Cassio
 Alas, poor rogue, I think i'faith she loves me.
 4.1.1062498Othello
 [Aside] Now he denies it faintly and laughs it out.
 4.1.1072499Iago
 Do you hear, Cassio?
 2500Othello
 Do you hear, Cassio?  [Aside] Now he importunes him
 4.1.1082501To tell it o'er. Go to, well said, well said.
 4.1.1092502Iago
 She gives it out that you shall marry her.
 4.1.1102503Do you intend it?
 4.1.1112504Cassio
 Ha, ha, ha!
 4.1.1122505Othello
 [Aside] Do you triumph, Roman? Do you triumph?
 4.1.1132506Cassio
 I marry? What, a customer?
 4.1.114Prithee bear 2507some charity to my wit;
 4.1.115Do not think it 2508so unwholesome. Ha, ha, ha!
 4.1.1162509Othello
 [Aside] So, so, so, so! They laugh that wins.
 4.1.1172510Iago
 Faith, the cry goes that you marry her.
 4.1.1182511Cassio
 Prithee say true.
 4.1.1192512Iago
 I am a very villain else.
 4.1.1202513Othello
 [Aside] Have you scored me? Well.
 4.1.1212514Cassio
 This is the monkey's own giving out.
 4.1.1222515She is persuaded I will marry her
 4.1.1232516Out of her own love and flattery, not out of my promise.
 4.1.1242517Othello
 [Aside] Iago beckons me; now he begins the story.
 4.1.1252518Cassio
 She was here even now; she haunts me in 2519every place. I was the other day talking on the 2520seabank with certain Venetians, and thither comes the 2521bauble and, by this hand, she falls me thus about my neck.
 4.1.1262522Othello
 [Aside] Crying "O dear Cassio!" as it were; his gesture 2523imports it.
 4.1.1272524Cassio
 So hangs, and lolls, and weeps upon me; 2525so shakes and pulls me. Ha, ha, ha!
 4.1.1282526Othello
 [Aside] Now he tells how she plucked him to my 2527chamber. Oh, I see that nose of yours, but not that dog I 2528shall throw it to.
 4.1.1292529Cassio
 Well, I must leave her company.
 4.1.1302530Iago
 Before me! Look where she comes.
 4.1.1312531Enter Bianca.
 4.1.1322532Cassio
 'Tis such another fitchew--marry, a perfumed one!
 4.1.1332533What do you mean by this haunting of me?
 4.1.1342534Bianca
 Let the devil and his dam haunt you! What 2535did you mean by that same handkerchief you gave 2536me even now? I was a fine fool to take it! I must take 2537out the work? A likely piece of work, that you should 2538find it in your chamber and know not who left it there. 2539This is some minx's token, and I must take out the work? 2540There, give it your hobby-horse!
 [Bianca throws down the handkerchief.]
 Wheresoever you had 2541it, I'll take out no work on't.
 4.1.1352542Cassio
 How now, my sweet Bianca? 2543How now? How now?
 4.1.1362544Othello
 [Aside] By heaven, that should be my handkerchief!
 4.1.1372545Bianca
 If you'll come to supper tonight, you may; if 2546you will not, come when you are next prepared for.
 4.1.137.1Exit [Bianca].
 4.1.1382547Iago
 After her, after her!
 4.1.1392548Cassio
 Faith, I must; she'll rail in the streets else.
 4.1.1402549Iago
 Will you sup there?
 4.1.1412550Cassio
 Faith, I intend so.
 4.1.1422551Iago
 Well, I may chance to see you, for I would 2552very fain speak with you.
 4.1.1432553Cassio
 Prithee come, will you?
 4.1.1442554Iago
 Go to, say no more.
 4.1.144.1[Exit Cassio.]
 4.1.1452555Othello
 [Coming forward] How shall I murder him, Iago?
 4.1.1462556Iago
 Did you perceive how he laughed at his vice?
 4.1.1472557Othello
 Oh, Iago!
 4.1.1482558Iago
 And did you see the handkerchief?
 4.1.1492559Othello
 Was that mine?
 4.1.1502560Iago
 Yours, by this hand--and to see how he prizes 2561the foolish woman your wife; she gave it him, and he 2562hath given it his whore.
 4.1.1512563Othello
 I would have him nine years a-killing! 2564A fine woman, a fair woman, a sweet woman!
 4.1.1522565Iago
 Nay, you must forget that.
 4.1.1532566Othello
 Ay, let her rot and perish and be damned 2567tonight, for she shall not live. No, my heart is turned to 2568stone; I strike it and it hurts my hand. Oh, the world 2569hath not a sweeter creature! She might lie by an 2570emperor's side and command him tasks.
 4.1.1542571Iago
 Nay, that's not your way.
 4.1.1552572Othello
 Hang her, I do but say what she is: so delicate 2573with her needle, an admirable musician--Oh, she will 2574sing the savageness out of a bear--of so high 2575plenteous wit and invention!
 4.1.1562576Iago
 She's the worse for all this.
 4.1.1572577Othello
 Oh, a thousand, a thousand times--2578and then of so gentle a condition!
 4.1.1582579Iago
 Ay, too gentle.
 4.1.1592580Othello
 Nay, that's certain--2581but yet the pity of it, Iago! Oh, Iago, the pity of it, 2582Iago!
 4.1.1602583Iago
 If you are so fond over her iniquity, give her 2584patent to offend; for if it touch not you, it comes near 2585nobody.
 4.1.1612586Othello
 I will chop her into messes--cuckold me?
 4.1.1622587Iago
 Oh, 'tis foul in her.
 4.1.1632588Othello
 With mine officer?
 4.1.1642589Iago
 That's fouler.
 4.1.1652590Othello
 Get me some poison, Iago, this night. I'll not 2591expostulate with her lest her body and beauty 2592unprovide my mind again. This night, Iago.
 4.1.1662593Iago
 Do it not with poison. Strangle her in her bed, 2594even the bed she hath contaminated.
 4.1.1672595Othello
 Good, good--2596the justice of it pleases! Very good.
 4.1.1682597Iago
 And for Cassio, let me be his undertaker. 2598You shall hear more by midnight.
 4.1.1692600Othello
 Excellent good--
 4.1.169.1[A trumpet sounds.]
 Excellent good--  2600.2What trumpet is that same?
 4.1.1702601Iago
 I warrant something from Venice.
 4.1.1712599Enter Lodovico, Desdemona, and attendants.
 4.1.1722602'Tis Lodovico, this, comes from the duke.
 4.1.1732603See, your wife's with him.
 4.1.1742604Lodovico
 God save you, worthy general.
 4.1.1752605Othello
 With all my heart, sir.
 4.1.1762606Lodovico
 [Giving Othello a letter] The Duke and the Senators of Venice greet you.
 4.1.1772607Othello
 I kiss the instrument of their pleasures.
 4.1.1782608Desdemona
 And what's the news, good cousin Lodovico?
 4.1.1792609Iago
 I am very glad to see you, signor.
 4.1.1802610Welcome to Cyprus.
 4.1.1812611Lodovico
 I thank you. How does Lieutenant Cassio?
 4.1.1822612Iago
 Lives, sir.
 4.1.1832613Desdemona
 Cousin, there's fallen between him and my lord
 4.1.1842614An unkind breach, but you shall make all well.
 4.1.1852615Othello
 Are you sure of that?
 2616Desdemona
 Are you sure of that?  My lord?
 4.1.1862617Othello
 [Reading] 
 "This fail you not to do, as you will . . . "
 4.1.1872618Lodovico
 He did not call; he's busy in the paper.
 4.1.1882619Is there division 'twixt my lord and Cassio?
 4.1.1892620Desdemona
 A most unhappy one. I would do much
 4.1.1902621T'atone them, for the love I bear to Cassio.
 4.1.1912622Othello
 Fire and brimstone!
 2623Desdemona
 Fire and brimstone!  My lord?
 2624Othello
 Fire and brimstone! My lord?  Are you wise?
 4.1.1922625Desdemona
 What, is he angry?
 2626Lodovico
 What, is he angry?  Maybe the letter moved him.
 4.1.1932627For, as I think, they do command him home,
 4.1.1942628Deputing Cassio in his government.
 4.1.1952629Desdemona
 By my troth, I am glad on't.
 2630Othello
 By my troth, I am glad on't.  Indeed?
 2631Desdemona
 By my troth, I am glad on't. Indeed?  My lord?
 4.1.1962632Othello
 I am glad to see you mad.
 2633Desdemona
 I am glad to see you mad.  Why, sweet Othello?
 2634Othello
 I am glad to see you mad. Why, sweet Othello?  [Striking her] Devil!
 4.1.1972635Desdemona
 I have not deserved this.
 4.1.1982636Lodovico
 My lord, this would not be believed in Venice,
 4.1.1992637Though I should swear I saw't. 'Tis very much.
 4.1.2002638Make her amends; she weeps.
 2639Othello
 Make her amends; she weeps.  O devil, devil!
 4.1.2012640If that the earth could teem with woman's tears,
 4.1.2022641Each drop she falls would prove a crocodile.--
 4.1.2032642Out of my sight!
 2643Desdemona
 Out of my sight!  [Starting to exit] I will not stay to offend you.
 4.1.2042644Lodovico
 Truly obedient lady!
 4.1.2052645I do beseech your lordship call her back.
 4.1.2062646Othello
 Mistress!
 2647Desdemona
 Mistress!  [Returning] My lord?
 2648Othello
 Mistress! [Returning] My lord?  What would you with her, sir?
 4.1.2072649Lodovico
 Who I, my lord?
 4.1.2082650Othello
 Ay, you did wish that I would make her turn.
 4.1.2092651Sir, she can turn, and turn, and yet go on
 4.1.2102652And turn again. And she can weep, sir, weep;
 4.1.2112653And she's obedient, as you say, obedient,
 4.1.2122654Very obedient.--Proceed you in your tears!--
 4.1.2132655Concerning this, sir--O well-painted passion!--
 4.1.2142656I am commanded home.--Get you away!
 4.1.2152657I'll send for you anon.--Sir, I obey the mandate
 4.1.2162658And will return to Venice.--Hence, avaunt!--
 4.1.216.1[Exit Desdemona.]
 4.1.2172659Cassio shall have my place. And, sir, tonight
 4.1.2182660I do entreat that we may sup together.
 4.1.2192661You are welcome, sir, to Cyprus.--2662Goats and monkeys!
 4.1.219.1Exit [Othello].
 4.1.2202663Lodovico
 Is this the noble Moor whom our full senate
 4.1.2212664Call all in all sufficient? Is this the nature
 4.1.2222665Whom passion could not shake? Whose solid virtue
 4.1.2232666The shot of accident nor dart of chance
 4.1.2242667Could neither graze nor pierce?
 2668Iago
 Could neither graze nor pierce?  He is much changed.
 4.1.2252669Lodovico
 Are his wits safe? Is he not light of brain?
 4.1.2262670Iago
 He's that he is; I may not breathe my censure.
 4.1.2272671What he might be--if what he might, he is not--
 4.1.2282672I would to heaven he were.
 2673Lodovico
 I would to heaven he were.  What? Strike his wife?
 4.1.2292674Iago
 Faith, that was not so well; yet would I knew
 4.1.2302675That stroke would prove the worst.
 2676Lodovico
 That stroke would prove the worst.  Is it his use?
 4.1.2312677Or did the letters work upon his blood
 4.1.2322678And new-create his fault?
 2679Iago
 And new-create his fault?  Alas, alas!
 4.1.2332680It is not honesty in me to speak
 4.1.2342681What I have seen and known. You shall observe him
 4.1.2352682And his own courses will denote him so
 4.1.2362683That I may save my speech; do but go after
 4.1.2372684And mark how he continues.
 4.1.2382685Lodovico
 I am sorry that I am deceived in him.
 4.1.238.1Exeunt.
 26864.2
 4.2.0.12687Enter Othello and Emilia.
 4.2.12688Othello
 You have seen nothing then?
 4.2.22689Emilia
 Nor ever heard, nor ever did suspect.
 4.2.32690Othello
 Yes, you have seen Cassio and she together.
 4.2.42691Emilia
 But then I saw no harm; and then I heard
 4.2.52692Each syllable that breath made up between them.
 4.2.62693Othello
 What? Did they never whisper?
 4.2.72694Emilia
 Never, my lord.
 4.2.82695Othello
 Nor send you out o'th'way?
 4.2.92696Emilia
 Never.
 4.2.102697Othello
 To fetch her fan, her gloves, her mask, nor nothing?
 4.2.112698Emilia
 Never, my lord.
 4.2.122699Othello
 That's strange.
 4.2.132700Emilia
 I durst, my lord, to wager she is honest,
 4.2.142701Lay down my soul at stake. If you think other,
 4.2.152702Remove your thought; it doth abuse your bosom.
 4.2.162703If any wretch have put this in your head,
 4.2.172704Let heaven requite it with the serpent's curse,
 4.2.182705For if she be not honest, chaste, and true,
 4.2.192706There's no man happy. The purest of their wives
 4.2.202707Is foul as slander.
 2708Othello
 Is foul as slander.  Bid her come hither--go.
 4.2.20.1Exit Emilia.
 4.2.212709She says enough; yet she's a simple bawd
 4.2.222710That cannot say as much. This is a subtle whore,
 4.2.232711A closet lock and key of villainous secrets,
 4.2.242712And yet she'll kneel and pray--I have seen her do't.
 4.2.252713Enter Desdemona and Emilia.
 4.2.262714Desdemona
 My lord, what is your will?
 2715Othello
 My lord, what is your will?  Pray you, chuck, come hither.
 4.2.272716Desdemona
 What is your pleasure?
 2717Othello
 What is your pleasure?  Let me see your eyes;
 4.2.28Look in my face.
 2718Desdemona
 Look in my face.  What horrible fancy's this?
 4.2.292719Othello
 [To Emilia] Some of your function, mistress,
 4.2.302720Leave procreants alone and shut the door,
 4.2.312721Cough or cry "hem!" if anybody come.
 4.2.322722Your mystery, your mystery--nay, dispatch!
 4.2.32.1Exit Emilia.
 4.2.332723Desdemona
 [Kneeling] Upon my knee, what doth your speech import?
 4.2.342724I understand a fury in your words,
 4.2.35But not the words.
 2725Othello
 But not the words.  Why? What art thou?
 4.2.362726Desdemona
 Your wife, my lord, your true and loyal wife.
 4.2.372727Othello
 Come, swear it; damn thyself,
 4.2.382728Lest, being like one of heaven, the devils themselves
 4.2.392729Should fear to seize thee. Therefore be double damned:
 4.2.402730Swear thou art honest.
 2731Desdemona
 Swear thou art honest.  Heaven doth truly know it.
 4.2.412732Othello
 Heaven truly knows that thou art false as hell.
 4.2.422733Desdemona
 [Rising] To whom, my lord? 2734With whom? How am I false?
 4.2.432735Othello
 Ah Desdemon, away, away, away.
 4.2.442736Desdemona
 Alas the heavy day! Why do you weep?
 4.2.452737Am I the motive of these tears, my lord?
 4.2.462738If haply you my father do suspect
 4.2.472739An instrument of this your calling back,
 4.2.482740Lay not your blame on me; if you have lost him,
 4.2.492741I have lost him too.
 2742Othello
 I have lost him too.  Had it pleased heaven
 4.2.502743To try me with affliction, had they rained
 4.2.512744All kind of sores and shames on my bare head,
 4.2.522745Steeped me in poverty to the very lips,
 4.2.532746Given to captivity me and my utmost hopes,
 4.2.542747I should have found in some place of my soul
 4.2.552748A drop of patience. But, alas, to make me
 4.2.562749The fixèd figure for the time of scorn
 4.2.572750To point his slow and moving finger at!
 4.2.582751Yet could I bear that too, well, very well;
 4.2.592752But there where I have garnered up my heart,
 4.2.602753Where either I must live or bear no life,
 4.2.612754The fountain from the which my current runs
 4.2.622755Or else dries up--to be discarded thence--
 4.2.632756Or keep it as a cistern for foul toads
 4.2.642757To knot and gender in! Turn thy complexion there,
 4.2.652758Patience, thou young and rose-lipped cherubin;
 4.2.662759I here look grim as hell.
 4.2.672760Desdemona
 I hope my noble lord esteems me honest.
 4.2.682761Othello
 Oh ay, as summer flies are in the shambles,
 4.2.692762That quicken even with blowing. O thou weed,
 4.2.702763Who art so lovely fair and smell'st so sweet
 4.2.712764That the sense aches at thee,
 4.2.722765Would thou had'st ne'er been born!
 4.2.732766Desdemona
 Alas, what ignorant sin have I committed?
 4.2.742767Othello
 Was this fair paper, this most goodly book,
 4.2.752768Made to write "whore" upon? What committed?
 4.2.762769Committed? O thou public commoner,
 4.2.772770I should make very forges of my cheeks
 4.2.782771That would to cinders burn up modesty
 4.2.792772Did I but speak thy deeds. What committed?
 4.2.802773Heaven stops the nose at it and the moon winks;
 4.2.812774The bawdy wind that kisses all it meets
 4.2.822775Is hushed within the hollow mine of earth
 4.2.832776And will not hear't--what committed?--impudent strumpet!
 4.2.842777Desdemona
 By heaven, you do me wrong.
 4.2.852778Othello
 Are not you a strumpet?
 2779Desdemona
 Are not you a strumpet?  No, as I am a Christian.
 4.2.862780If to preserve this vessel for my lord
 4.2.872781From any other foul unlawful touch
 4.2.882782Be not to be a strumpet, I am none.
 4.2.892783Othello
 What, not a whore?
 2784Desdemona
 What, not a whore?  No, as I shall be saved.
 4.2.902785Othello
 Is't possible?
 2786Desdemona
 Is't possible?  O heaven, forgive us.
 4.2.912787Othello
 I cry you mercy then.
 4.2.922788I took you for that cunning whore of Venice
 4.2.932789That married with Othello.
 4.2.93.12790Enter Emilia.
 That married with Othello.  [To Emilia] You, mistress,
 4.2.942791That have the office opposite to Saint Peter
 4.2.952792And keeps the gate of hell. You, you! Ay, you.
 4.2.962793We have done our course. [Giving her money] There's money for your pains.
 4.2.972794I pray you turn the key and keep our counsel.
 4.2.97.1Exit [Othello].
 4.2.982795Emilia
 Alas, what does this gentleman conceive?
 4.2.992796How do you, madam? How do you, my good lady?
 4.2.1002797Desdemona
 Faith, half asleep.
 4.2.1012798Emilia
 Good madam, 2799what's the matter with my lord?
 4.2.1022800Desdemona
 With who?
 2801Emilia
 With who?  Why, with my lord, madam.
 4.2.1032802Desdemona
 Who is thy lord?
 2803Emilia
 Who is thy lord?  He that is yours, sweet lady.
 4.2.1042804Desdemona
 I have none. Do not talk to me, Emilia.
 4.2.1052805I cannot weep, nor answers have I none
 4.2.1062806But what should go by water. Prithee tonight
 4.2.1072807Lay on my bed my wedding sheets, remember,
 4.2.1082808And call thy husband hither.
 2809Emilia
 And call thy husband hither.  Here's a change indeed.
 4.2.108.1Exit [Emilia].
 4.2.1092810Desdemona
 'Tis meet I should be used so, very meet.
 4.2.1102811How have I been behaved that he might stick
 4.2.1112812The smallest opinion on my least misuse?
 4.2.1122813Enter Iago and Emilia.
 4.2.1132814Iago
 What is your pleasure, madam? 2815How is't with you?
 4.2.1142816Desdemona
 I cannot tell. Those that do teach young babes
 4.2.1152817Do it with gentle means and easy tasks.
 4.2.1162818He might have chid me so, for in good faith
 4.2.1172819I am a child to chiding.
 2820Iago
 I am a child to chiding.  What is the matter, lady?
 4.2.1182821Emilia
 Alas, Iago, my lord hath so bewhored her,
 4.2.1192822Thrown such despite and heavy terms upon her
 4.2.1202823That true hearts cannot bear it.
 4.2.1212824Desdemona
 Am I that name, Iago?
 2825Iago
 Am I that name, Iago?  What name, fair lady?
 4.2.1222826Desdemona
 Such as she said my lord did say I was.
 4.2.1232827Emilia
 He called her whore! A beggar in his drink
 4.2.1242828Could not have laid such terms upon his callet.
 4.2.1252829Iago
 Why did he so?
 4.2.1262830Desdemona
 I do not know; I am sure I am none such.
 4.2.1272831Iago
 Do not weep, do not weep--alas the day!
 4.2.1282832Emilia
 Hath she forsook so many noble matches,
 4.2.1292833Her father, and her country, and her friends,
 4.2.1302834To be called whore? Would it not make one weep?
 4.2.1312835Desdemona
 It is my wretched fortune.
 2836Iago
 It is my wretched fortune.  Beshrew him for't!
 4.2.1322837How comes this trick upon him?
 2838Desdemona
 How comes this trick upon him?  Nay, heaven doth know.
 4.2.1332839Emilia
 I will be hanged if some eternal villain,
 4.2.1342840Some busy and insinuating rogue,
 4.2.1352841Some cogging, cozening slave, to get some office,
 4.2.1362842Have not devised this slander; I will be hanged else.
 4.2.1372843Iago
 Fie, there is no such man! It is impossible.
 4.2.1382844Desdemona
 If any such there be, heaven pardon him.
 4.2.1392845Emilia
 A halter pardon him 2846and hell gnaw his bones.
 4.2.1402847Why should he call her whore? 2848Who keeps her company?
 4.2.1412849What place? What time? 2850What form? What likelihood?
 4.2.1422851The Moor's abused by some most villainous knave,
 4.2.1432852Some base notorious knave, some scurvy fellow.
 4.2.1442853O heavens, that such companions thou'd'st unfold
 4.2.1452854And put in every honest hand a whip
 4.2.1462855To lash the rascals naked through the world
 4.2.1472856Even from the east to th'west.
 2857Iago
 Even from the east to th'west.  Speak within door.
 4.2.1482858Emilia
 Oh, fie upon them! Some such squire he was
 4.2.1492859That turned your wit the seamy side without
 4.2.1502860And made you to suspect me with the Moor.
 4.2.1512861Iago
 You are a fool; go to.
 2862Desdemona
 You are a fool; go to.  Alas, Iago,
 4.2.1522863What shall I do to win my lord again?
 4.2.1532864Good friend, go to him; for by this light of heaven,
 4.2.1542865I know not how I lost him.
 4.2.154.1[She kneels.]
 I know not how I lost him.  Here I kneel.
 4.2.1552866If ere my will did trespass 'gainst his love,
 4.2.1562867Either in discourse of thought or actual deed,
 4.2.1572868Or that mine eyes, mine ears, or any sense
 4.2.1582869Delighted them in any other form,
 4.2.1592870Or that I do not yet, and ever did,
 4.2.1602871And ever will--though he do shake me off
 4.2.1612872To beggarly divorcement--love him dearly,
 4.2.1622873Comfort forswear me. [She stands.] Unkindness may do much,
 4.2.1632874And his unkindness may defeat my life,
 4.2.1642875But never taint my love. I cannot say "whore."
 4.2.1652876It does abhor me now I speak the word;
 4.2.1662877To do the act that might the addition earn,
 4.2.1672878Not the world's mass of vanity could make me.
 4.2.1682879Iago
 I pray you be content; 'tis but his humor.
 4.2.1692880The business of the state does him offence,
 4.2.1702880.1And he does chide with you.
 2881Desdemona
 If 'twere no other--
 2882Iago
 If 'twere no other--  It is but so, I warrant.
 4.2.170.1[Trumpets within]
 4.2.1712883Hark how these instruments summon to supper.
 4.2.1722884The messengers of Venice stays the meat.
 4.2.1732885Go in, and weep not; all things shall be well.
 4.2.1742886Exeunt Desdemona and Emilia.
 4.2.1752887Enter Roderigo.
 4.2.1762888How now Roderigo?
 4.2.1772889Roderigo
 I do not find 2890that thou deal'st justly with me.
 4.2.1782891Iago
 What in the contrary?
 4.2.1792892Roderigo
 Every day thou doff'st me with some device, 2893Iago, and rather, as it seems to me now, keep'st from 2894me all conveniency, then suppliest me with the least 2895advantage of hope. I will indeed no longer endure it. Nor 2896am I yet persuaded to put up in peace what already I 2897have foolishly suffered.
 4.2.1802898Iago
 Will you hear me, Roderigo?
 4.2.1812899Roderigo
 Faith, I have heard too much, and your words and 2900performances are no kin together.
 4.2.1822901Iago
 You charge me most unjustly.
 4.2.1832902Roderigo
 With naught but truth. I have wasted 2903myself out of my means; the jewels you have had from 2904me to deliver Desdemona would half have corrupted a 2905votarist. You have told me she hath received them, 2906and returned me expectations and comforts of sudden 2907respect and acquaintance, but I find none.
 4.2.1842908Iago
 Well, go to, very well.
 4.2.1852909Roderigo
 "Very well, go to!" I cannot "go to," man, nor 2910tis not "very well." By this hand, I say 'tis very scurvy, and begin to 2911find myself fopped in it.
 4.2.1862912Iago
 Very well.
 4.2.1872913Roderigo
 I tell you, 'tis not very well! I will make 2914myself known to Desdemona. If she will return me my 2915jewels, I will give over my suit and repent my 2916unlawful solicitation. If not, assure yourself, I will seek 2917satisfaction of you.
 4.2.1882918Iago
 You have said now.
 4.2.1892919Roderigo
 Ay, and said nothing but what I protest 2920intendment of doing.
 4.2.1902921Iago
 Why, now I see there's mettle in thee, and 2922even from this instant do build on thee a better 2923opinion than ever before. Give me thy hand, Roderigo. 2924Thou hast taken against me a most just 2925exception, but yet I protest I have dealt most directly in thy 2926affair.
 4.2.1912927Roderigo
 It hath not appeared.
 4.2.1922928Iago
 I grant indeed it hath not appeared, and 2929your suspicion is not without wit and judgment. 2930But, Roderigo, if thou hast that in thee indeed which 2931I have greater reason to believe now than ever--I 2932mean purpose, courage, and valor--this night 2933show it. If thou the next night following enjoy not 2934Desdemona, take me from this world with 2935treachery and devise engines for my life.
 4.2.1932936Roderigo
 Well, what is it? Is it within reason and 2937compass? 
 4.2.1942938Iago
 Sir, there is especial commission come from 2939Venice to depute Cassio in Othello's place.
 4.2.1952940Roderigo
 Is that true? Why then Othello and Desdemona 2941return again to Venice.
 4.2.1962942Iago
 Oh no, he goes into Mauritania and taketh 2943away with him the fair Desdemona, unless his 2944abode be lingered here by some accident, 2945wherein none can be so determinate as the removing of 2946Cassio.
 4.2.1972947Roderigo
 How do you mean removing him?
 4.2.1982948Iago
 Why, by making him uncapable of Othello's 2949place--knocking out his brains.
 4.2.1992950Roderigo
 And that you would have me to do.
 4.2.2002951Iago
 Ay, if you dare do yourself a profit and a 2952right. He sups to night with a harlotry, and thither 2953will I go to him. He knows not yet of his honorable 2954fortune. If you will watch his going thence--which 2955I will fashion to fall out between twelve and one--2956you may take him at your pleasure. I will be near 2957to second your attempt, and he shall fall between 2958us. Come, stand not amazed at it, but go along with 2959me; I will show you such a necessity in his death that 2960you shall think yourself bound to put it on him. It 2961is now high supper time, and the night grows to waste. 2962About it.
 4.2.2012963Roderigo
 I will hear further reason for this.
 4.2.2022964Iago
 And you shall be satisfied.
 4.2.202.1Exeunt.
 29654.3
 4.3.0.12966Enter Othello, Lodovico, Desdemona, Emilia, 2967and attendants.
 4.3.12968Lodovico
 I do beseech you, sir, trouble yourself no further.
 4.3.22969Othello
 Oh, pardon me; 'twill do me good to walk.
 4.3.32970Lodovico
 Madam, good night; I humbly thank your 2971ladyship.
 4.3.42972Desdemona
 Your honor is most welcome.
 4.3.52973Othello
 Will you walk, sir? O Desdemona--
 4.3.62974Desdemona
 My lord.
 4.3.72975Othello
 Get you to bed on th'instant. I will be 2976returned forthwith. Dismiss your attendant there; look't 2977be done.
 4.3.82978Desdemona
 I will, my lord.
 4.3.8.1Exeunt [Othello, Lodovico, and attendants].
 4.3.92979Emilia
 How goes it now? He looks gentler than he did.
 4.3.102980Desdemona
 He says he will return incontinent,
 4.3.112981And hath commanded me to go to bed,
 4.3.122982And bid me to dismiss you.
 2983Emilia
 And bid me to dismiss you.  Dismiss me?
 4.3.132984Desdemona
 It was his bidding; therefore, good Emilia,
 4.3.142985Give me my nightly wearing, and adieu.
 4.3.152986We must not now displease him.
 4.3.162987Emilia
 I would you had never seen him.
 4.3.172988Desdemona
 So would not I; my love doth so approve him
 4.3.182989That even his stubbornness, his checks, his frowns--
 4.3.192990Prithee unpin me--have grace and favor in them.
 4.3.202991Emilia
 I have laid those sheets you bade me on the bed.
 4.3.212992Desdemona
 All's one. Good faith, how foolish are our minds?
 4.3.222993If I do die before thee, prithee shroud me
 4.3.232994In one of these same sheets.
 2995Emilia
 In one of these same sheets.  Come, come, you talk.
 4.3.242996Desdemona
 My mother had a maid called Barbary;
 4.3.252997She was in love, and he she loved proved mad
 4.3.262998And did forsake her. She had a "Song of Willow"--
 4.3.272999An old thing 'twas, but it expressed her fortune,
 4.3.283000And she died singing it. That song tonight
 4.3.293001Will not go from my mind; I have much to do
 4.3.303002But to go hang my head all at one side
 4.3.313003And sing it like poor Barbary. Prithee dispatch.
 4.3.323004Emilia
 Shall I go fetch your nightgown?
 3005Desdemona
 Shall I go fetch your nightgown?  No, unpin me here.
 4.3.333006This Lodovico is a proper man.
 4.3.343007Emilia
 A very handsome man.
 3008Desdemona
 A very handsome man.  He speaks well.
 4.3.353009Emilia
 I know a lady in Venice would have walked
 4.3.363010Barefoot to Palestine for a touch of his nether lip.
 4.3.373011Desdemona
 [Singing] The poor soul sat singing by a sycamore tree,
 4.3.383012 Sing all a green willow;
 4.3.393013Her hand on her bosom, her head on her knee.
 4.3.403014 Sing willow, willow, willow.
 4.3.413015The fresh streams ran by her and murmured her moans,
 4.3.423016 Sing willow, willow, willow;
 4.3.433017Her salt tears fell from her and softened the stones.
 4.3.443018 Sing willow--
 4.3.45Lay by these.--
 4.3.463019
 [Singing]   willow, willow.--
 4.3.473019.1Prithee, hie thee; he'll come anon.
 4.3.483020
 [Singing]   Sing all a green willow must be my garland.
 4.3.493021Let nobody blame him, his scorn I approve.
 4.3.503022Nay, that's not next. Hark, who is't that knocks?
 4.3.513023Emilia
 It's the wind.
 4.3.523024Desdemona
 [Singing] I called my love false love, but what said he then?
 4.3.533025 Sing willow, willow, willow;
 4.3.543026If I court more women, you'll couch with more men.
 4.3.553027So get thee gone, goodnight. Mine eyes do itch;
 4.3.563028Doth that bode weeping?
 3029Emilia
 Doth that bode weeping?  'Tis neither here nor there.
 4.3.573030Desdemona
 I have heard it said so. Oh, these men, these men!
 4.3.583031Dost thou in conscience think--tell me, Emilia--
 4.3.593032That there be women do abuse their husbands
 4.3.603033In such gross kind?
 3034Emilia
 In such gross kind?  There be some such, no question.
 4.3.613035Desdemona
 Wouldst thou do such a deed for all the world?
 4.3.623036Emilia
 Why, would not you?
 3037Desdemona
 Why, would not you?  No, by this heavenly light.
 4.3.633038Emilia
 Nor I neither, by this heavenly light;
 4.3.643039I might do't as well i'th'dark.
 4.3.653040Desdemona
 Wouldst thou do such a deed for all the world?
 4.3.663041Emilia
 The world's a huge thing;
 4.3.673042It is a great price for a small vice.
 4.3.683043Desdemona
 In troth, I think thou wouldst not.
 4.3.693044Emilia
 In troth, I think I should, and undo't when 3045I had done. Marry, I would not do such a thing for a 3046joint ring, nor for measures of lawn, nor for gowns, 3047petticoats, nor caps, nor any petty exhibition. But for 3048all the whole world--'ud's pity!--who would not make her 3049husband a cuckold to make him a monarch? I should 3050venture purgatory for't.
 4.3.703051Desdemona
 Beshrew me if I would do such a wrong
 4.3.713052For the whole world.
 4.3.723053Emilia
 Why, the wrong is but a wrong i'th'world; 3054and having the world for your labor 'tis a wrong in 3055your own world, and you might quickly make it right.
 4.3.733056Desdemona
 I do not think there is any such woman.
 4.3.743057Emilia
 Yes, a dozen--and as many to th'vantage as 3058would store the world they played for.
 4.3.753059But I do think it is their husbands' faults
 4.3.763060If wives do fall. Say that they slack their duties
 4.3.773061And pour our treasures into foreign laps;
 4.3.783062Or else break out in peevish jealousies,
 4.3.793063Throwing restraint upon us; or say they strike us,
 4.3.803064Or scant our former having in despite.
 4.3.813065Why, we have galls; and though we have some grace,
 4.3.823066Yet have we some revenge. Let husbands know
 4.3.833067Their wives have sense like them; they see, and smell,
 4.3.843068And have their palates both for sweet and sour,
 4.3.853069As husbands have. What is it that they do
 4.3.863070When they change us for others? Is it sport?
 4.3.873071I think it is. And doth affection breed it?
 4.3.883072I think it doth. Is't frailty that thus errs?
 4.3.893073It is so too. And have not we affections,
 4.3.903074Desires for sport, and frailty, as men have?
 4.3.913075Then let them use us well; else let them know,
 4.3.923076The ills we do, their ills instruct us so.
 4.3.933077Desdemona
 Good night, good night. 3078God me such uses send,
 4.3.943079Not to pick bad from bad, but by bad, mend.
 4.3.94.1Exeunt.
 30805.1
 5.1.0.13081Enter Iago and Roderigo.
 5.1.13082Iago
 Here, stand behind this bulk; 3083straight will he come.
 5.1.23084Wear thy good rapier bare, and put it home.
 5.1.33085Quick, quick, fear nothing; I'll be at thy elbow.
 5.1.43086It makes us or it mars us; think on that,
 5.1.53087And fix most firm thy resolution.
 5.1.63088Roderigo
 Be near at hand; I may miscarry in't.
 5.1.73089Iago
 Here, at thy hand. Be bold, and take thy stand.
 5.1.7.1[Iago withdraws.]
 5.1.83090Roderigo
 I have no great devotion to the deed,
 5.1.93091And yet he hath given me satisfying reasons.
 5.1.103092'Tis but a man gone. [Drawing his sword] Forth my sword: he dies!
 5.1.113093Iago
 [Aside] I have rubbed this young quat almost to the sense,
 5.1.123094And he grows angry. Now, whether he kill Cassio,
 5.1.133095Or Cassio him, or each do kill the other,
 5.1.143096Every way makes my gain. Live Roderigo,
 5.1.153097He calls me to a restitution large
 5.1.163098Of gold and jewels that I bobbed from him
 5.1.173099As gifts to Desdemona.
 5.1.183100It must not be! If Cassio do remain,
 5.1.193101He hath a daily beauty in his life
 5.1.203102That makes me ugly; and besides, the Moor
 5.1.213103May unfold me to him; there stand I in much peril.
 5.1.223104No, he must die. But so--I hear him coming.
 5.1.233105Enter Cassio.
 5.1.243106Roderigo
 I know his gate, 'tis he. Villain, thou diest!
 5.1.24.1[Roderigo attacks Cassio.]
 5.1.253107Cassio
 That thrust had been mine enemy indeed,
 5.1.263108But that my coat is better than thou know'st.
 5.1.273109 [Drawing his sword] I will make proof of thine.
 5.1.27.1[Cassio wounds Roderigo.]
 3110Roderigo
  [Drawing his sword] I will make proof of thine.  Oh, I am slain!
 [Iago wounds Cassio in the leg from behind and exits.]
 5.1.283111Cassio
 I am maimed forever! 3112Help, ho! Murder, murder!
 5.1.293113[Enter Othello above.]
 5.1.303114Othello
 [Aside] The voice of Cassio. Iago keeps his word.
 5.1.313115Roderigo
 Oh, villain that I am!
 3116Othello
 Oh, villain that I am!  [Aside] It is even so.
 5.1.323117Cassio
 Oh, help ho! Light! A surgeon!
 5.1.333118Othello
 [Aside] 'Tis he. O brave Iago, honest and just,
 5.1.343119That hast such noble sense of thy friend's wrong,
 5.1.353120Thou teachest me. Minion, your dear lies dead,
 5.1.363121And your unblest fate hies. Strumpet, I come.
 5.1.373122Forth of my heart those charms, thine eyes, are blotted.
 5.1.383123Thy bed, lust-stained, shall with lust's blood be spotted.
 5.1.393124Exit Othello. 
 5.1.403125Enter Lodovico and Gratiano.
 5.1.413126Cassio
 What ho! No watch? No passage? 3127Murder, murder!
 5.1.423128Gratiano
 'Tis some mischance; the voice is very direful.
 5.1.433129Cassio
 Oh, help!
 5.1.443130Lodovico
 Hark!
 5.1.453131Roderigo
 O wretched villain!
 5.1.463132Lodovico
 Two or three groan. 'Tis heavy night.
 5.1.473133These may be counterfeits; let's think't unsafe
 5.1.483134To come into the cry without more help.
 5.1.493135Roderigo
 Nobody come? Then shall I bleed to death.
 5.1.503136Enter Iago [with a light and sword.]
 5.1.513137Lodovico
 Hark!
 5.1.523138Gratiano
 Here's one comes in his shirt, with light and 3139weapons.
 5.1.533140Iago
 Who's there? 3141Whose noise is this that cries on murder?
 5.1.543142Lodovico
 We do not know.
 3143Iago
 We do not know.  Do not you hear a cry?
 5.1.553144Cassio
 Here, here! For heaven sake, help me!
 3145Iago
 Here, here! For heaven sake, help me!  What's the matter?
 5.1.563146Gratiano
 This is Othello's ancient, as I take it.
 5.1.573147Lodovico
 The same indeed, a very valiant fellow.
 5.1.583148Iago
 What are you here that cry so grievously?
 5.1.593149Cassio
 Iago? Oh, I am spoiled, undone by villains.
 5.1.603150Give me some help.
 5.1.613151Iago
 Oh, me, lieutenant! 3152What villains have done this?
 5.1.623153Cassio
 I think that one of them is hereabout
 5.1.633154And cannot make away.
 3155Iago
 And cannot make away.  O treacherous villains!
 5.1.643156[To Lodovico and Gratiano] What are you there? Come in and give some help.
 5.1.653157Roderigo
 Oh, help me there!
 3158Cassio
 Oh, help me there!  That's one of them.
 5.1.663159Iago
 O murd'rous slave! O villain!
 5.1.66.1[Iago stabs Roderigo.]
 5.1.673160Roderigo
 O damned Iago! O inhuman dog!
 5.1.683161Iago
 Kill men i'th'dark? 3162Where be these bloody thieves?
 5.1.693163How silent is this town? Ho, murder, murder!
 5.1.703164What may you be? Are you of good or evil?
 5.1.713165Lodovico
 As you shall prove us, praise us.
 5.1.723166Iago
 Signor Lodovico?
 5.1.733167Lodovico
 He, sir.
 5.1.743168Iago
 I cry you mercy--here's Cassio hurt by villains.
 5.1.753169Gratiano
 Cassio?
 5.1.763170Iago
 How is't brother?
 5.1.773171Cassio
 My leg is cut in two.
 5.1.783172Iago
 Marry, heaven forbid--3173Light, gentlemen!
 5.1.79I'll bind it with my shirt.
 5.1.803174Enter Bianca.
 5.1.813175Bianca
 What is the matter, ho? Who is't that cried?
 5.1.823176Iago
 Who is't that cried?
 3177Bianca
 Who is't that cried?  O my dear Cassio,
 5.1.833178My sweet Cassio--O Cassio, Cassio, Cassio!
 5.1.843179Iago
 O notable strumpet. Cassio, may you suspect
 5.1.853180Who they should be that have thus mangled you?
 5.1.863181Cassio
 No.
 5.1.873182Gratiano
 I am sorry to find you thus;
 5.1.883183I have been to seek you.
 3184Iago
 I have been to seek you.  Lend me a garter. So--
 5.1.88.1[Iago binds Cassio's leg.]
 5.1.89O for a chair 3185to bear him easily hence!
 5.1.903186Bianca
 Alas, he faints. O Cassio, Cassio, Cassio!
 5.1.913187Iago
 Gentlemen all, I do suspect this trash
 5.1.923188To be a party in this injury.
 5.1.933189Patience awhile, good Cassio. Come, come,
 5.1.943190Lend me a light. Know we this face or no?
 5.1.953191Alas, my friend and my dear countryman
 5.1.963192Roderigo? No--Yes, sure! O heaven, Roderigo!
 5.1.973193Gratiano
 What, of Venice?
 5.1.983194Iago
 Even he, sir. Did you know him?
 5.1.993195Gratiano
 Know him? Ay.
 5.1.1003196Iago
 Signor Gratiano? I cry your gentle pardon.
 5.1.1013197These bloody accidents must excuse my manners
 5.1.1023198That so neglected you.
 5.1.1033199Gratiano
 I am glad to see you.
 5.1.1043200Iago
 How do you, Cassio?--Oh, a chair, a chair!
 5.1.1053201Gratiano
 Roderigo?
 5.1.1063202Iago
 He, he, 'tis he.
 5.1.106.1[Enter attendants with a chair.]
 He, he, 'tis he.  3203Oh, that's well said, the chair.
 5.1.1073204Some good man bear him carefully from hence;
 5.1.1083205I'll fetch the general's surgeon. For you, mistress,
 5.1.1093206Save you your labor. He that lies slain here, Cassio,
 5.1.1103207Was my dear friend. What malice was between you?
 5.1.1113208Cassio
 None in the world; nor do I know the man.
 5.1.1123209Iago
 [To Bianca] What? Look you pale? [To attendants] Oh, bear him out o'th'air.
 5.1.112.1[Exeunt attendants carrying off Cassio in the chair, and Roderigo's body.]
 5.1.1133210[To Lodovico and Gratiano] Stay you, good gentlemen. [To Bianca] Look you pale, mistress?
 5.1.1143211[To Lodovico and Gratiano] Do you perceive the gastness of her eye?
 5.1.1153212Nay, if you stare, we shall hear more anon.
 5.1.1163213Behold her well. I pray you, look upon her.
 5.1.1173214Do you see, gentlemen? Nay, guiltiness will speak
 5.1.1183215Though tongues were out of use.
 5.1.118.1[Enter Emilia.]
 5.1.1193216Emilia
 Alas, what is the matter? 3217What is the matter, husband?
 5.1.1203218Iago
 Cassio hath here been set on in the dark
 5.1.1213219By Roderigo and fellows that are scaped;
 5.1.1223220He's almost slain, and Roderigo quite dead.
 5.1.1233221Emilia
 Alas, good gentleman! Alas, good Cassio!
 5.1.1243222Iago
 This is the fruits of whoring. Prithee, Emilia,
 5.1.1253223Go know of Cassio where he supped tonight.
 5.1.1263224What, do you shake at that?
 5.1.1273225Bianca
 He supped at my house, but I therefore shake not.
 5.1.1283226Iago
 Oh, did he so? I charge you go with me.
 5.1.1293227Emilia
 O fie upon thee, strumpet!
 5.1.1303228Bianca
 I am no strumpet, but of life as honest
 5.1.1313229As you that thus abuse me.
 3230Emilia
 As you that thus abuse me.  As I? Fie upon thee!
 5.1.1323231Iago
 Kind gentlemen, 3232let's go see poor Cassio dressed.
 5.1.1333233Come, mistress, you must tell's another tale.
 5.1.1343234Emilia, run you to the citadel
 5.1.1353235And tell my lord and lady what hath happed.
 5.1.1363236Will you go on afore? [Aside] This is the night
 5.1.1373237That either makes me or fordoes me quite.
 5.1.137.1Exeunt.
 32385.2
 5.2.0.13239Enter Othello [with a light], and Desdemona in her bed.
 5.2.13240Othello
 It is the cause, it is the cause, my soul.
 5.2.23241Let me not name it to you, you chaste stars.
 5.2.33242It is the cause. Yet I'll not shed her blood,
 5.2.43243Nor scar that whiter skin of hers than snow
 5.2.53244And smooth as monumental alabaster--
 5.2.63245Yet she must die, else she'll betray more men.
 5.2.73246Put out the light, and then put out the light--
 5.2.83247If I quench thee, thou flaming minister,
 5.2.93248I can again thy former light restore
 5.2.103249Should I repent me. But once put out thy light,
 5.2.113250Thou cunning'st pattern of excelling nature,
 5.2.123251I know not where is that Promethean heat
 5.2.133252That can thy light relume. 3253When I have plucked thy rose,
 5.2.143254I cannot give it vital growth again;
 5.2.153255It needs must wither. I'll smell thee on the tree.
 5.2.15.1[He kisses her.]
 5.2.163256O balmy breath, that dost almost persuade
 5.2.173257Justice to break her sword--one more, one more.
 5.2.17.1[He kisses her.]
 5.2.183258Be thus when thou art dead, and I will kill thee
 5.2.193259And love thee after--one more, and that's the last.
 5.2.19.1[He kisses her.]
 5.2.203260So sweet was ne'er so fatal. I must weep,
 5.2.213261But they are cruel tears. This sorrow's heavenly;
 5.2.223262It strikes where it doth love. She wakes.
 5.2.233263Desdemona
 Who's there? Othello?
 3264Othello
 Who's there? Othello?  Ay, Desdemona.
 5.2.243265Desdemona
 Will you come to bed, my lord?
 5.2.253266Othello
 Have you prayed tonight, Desdemon?
 3267Desdemona
 Have you prayed tonight, Desdemon?  Ay, my lord.
 5.2.263268Othello
 If you bethink yourself of any crime
 5.2.273269Unreconciled as yet to heaven and grace,
 5.2.283270Solicit for it straight.
 5.2.293271Desdemona
 Alack, my lord, 3272what may you mean by that?
 5.2.303273Othello
 Well, do it, and be brief; I will walk by.
 5.2.313274I would not kill thy unpreparèd spirit.
 5.2.323275No, heavens forfend!--I would not kill thy soul.
 5.2.333276Desdemona
 Talk you of killing?
 3277Othello
 Talk you of killing?  Ay, I do.
 5.2.343278Desdemona
 Then heaven have mercy on me.
 3279Othello
 Then heaven have mercy on me.  Amen, with all my heart.
 5.2.353280Desdemona
 If you say so, I hope you will not kill me.
 5.2.363281Othello
 Humh.
 5.2.373282Desdemona
 And yet I fear you, for you're fatal then
 5.2.383283When your eyes roll so. 3284Why I should fear I know not,
 5.2.393285Since guiltiness I know not; but yet I feel I fear.
 5.2.403286Othello
 Think on thy sins.
 3287Desdemona
 Think on thy sins.  They are loves I bear to you.
 5.2.413288Othello
 Ay, and for that thou diest.
 5.2.423289Desdemona
 That death's unnatural that kills for loving.
 5.2.433290Alas, why gnaw you so your nether lip?
 5.2.443291Some bloody passion shakes your very frame.
 5.2.453292These are portents; but yet I hope, I hope,
 5.2.463293They do not point on me.
 3294Othello
 They do not point on me.  Peace, and be still.
 5.2.473295Desdemona
 I will so. What's the matter?
 5.2.483296Othello
 That handkerchief 3297which I so loved and gave thee,
 5.2.49Thou gav'st to Cassio.
 3298Desdemona
 Thou gav'st to Cassio.  No, by my life and soul!
 5.2.50Send for the man 3299and ask him.
 3300Othello
 Send for the man and ask him.  Sweet soul, take heed;
 5.2.51Take heed of perjury; 3301thou art on thy deathbed.
 5.2.523302Desdemona
 Ay, but not yet to die.
 3303Othello
 Ay, but not yet to die.  Yes, presently.
 5.2.533304Therefore confess thee freely of thy sin;
 5.2.543305For to deny each article with oath
 5.2.553306Cannot remove nor choke the strong conception
 5.2.563307That I do groan withal. Thou art to die.
 5.2.573308Desdemona
 O heaven have mercy on me!
 3309Othello
 O heaven have mercy on me!  I say amen.
 5.2.583310Desdemona
 And have you mercy too. I never did
 5.2.593311Offend you in my life, never loved Cassio
 5.2.603312But with such general warranty of heaven
 5.2.613313As I might love. I never gave him token.
 5.2.623314Othello
 By heaven, I saw my handkerchief in's hand.
 5.2.633315O perjured woman, thou dost stone my heart,
 5.2.643316And makes me call what I intend to do
 5.2.653317A murder, which I thought a sacrifice.
 5.2.663318I saw the handkerchief.
 3319Desdemona
 I saw the handkerchief.  He found it then.
 5.2.673320I never gave it him. Send for him hither.
 5.2.683321Let him confess a truth.
 3322Othello
 Let him confess a truth.  He hath confessed.
 5.2.693323Desdemona
 What, my lord?
 3324Othello
 What, my lord?  That he hath--'ud's death!--used thee.
 5.2.703325Desdemona
 How? Unlawfully?
 3326Othello
 How? Unlawfully?  Ay.
 3327Desdemona
 How? Unlawfully? Ay.  He will not say so.
 5.2.713328Othello
 No, his mouth is stopped.
 5.2.723329Honest Iago hath ta'en order for't.
 5.2.733330Desdemona
 Oh, my fear interprets. What, is he dead?
 5.2.743331Othello
 Had all his hairs been lives, my great revenge
 5.2.753332Had stomach for them all.
 5.2.763333Desdemona
 Alas, he is betrayed, and I undone.
 5.2.773334Othello
 Out, strumpet! Weep'st thou for him to my face?
 5.2.783335Desdemona
 Oh, banish me, my lord, but kill me not.
 5.2.793336Othello
 Down, strumpet.
 5.2.803337Desdemona
 Kill me tomorrow; let me live tonight.
 5.2.813338Othello
 Nay, if you strive.
 3339Desdemona
 Nay, if you strive.  But half an hour.
 5.2.823340Othello
 Being done, there is no pause.
 3341Desdemona
 Being done, there is no pause.  But while I say one prayer.
 5.2.833342Othello
 It is too late.
 5.2.83.1[Othello] smothers her. 
 5.2.843343Emilia [is heard] at the door.
 5.2.853344Emilia
 [Within] My lord, my lord? What ho? 3345My lord, my lord!
 5.2.863346Othello
 What noise is this? Not dead? Not yet quite dead?
 5.2.873347I that am cruel am yet merciful;
 5.2.883348I would not have thee linger in thy pain--
 5.2.893349[Smothering her again] So, so.
 5.2.903350Emilia
 (Within) What ho? My lord, my lord?
 3351Othello
 (Within) What ho? My lord, my lord?  Who's there?
 5.2.913352Emilia
 O good my lord, I would speak a word 3353with you.
 5.2.923354Othello
 Yes--'Tis Emilia.--By and by!--She's dead.
 5.2.933355'Tis like she comes to speak of Cassio's death.
 5.2.943356The noise was high. Ha, no more moving?
 5.2.953357Still as the grave. Shall she come in? Were't good?
 5.2.963358I think she stirs again. No. What's best to do?
 5.2.973359If she come in, she'll sure speak to my wife--
 5.2.983360My wife, my wife--what wife? I have no wife.
 5.2.993361Oh, insupportable! Oh, heavy hour!
 5.2.1003362Methinks it should be now a huge eclipse
 5.2.1013363Of sun and moon, and that th'affrighted globe
 5.2.1023364Did yawn at alteration.
 3365Emilia
 Did yawn at alteration.  [Within] I do beseech you
 5.2.1033366That I may speak with you. O good my lord.
 5.2.1043367Othello
 I had forgot thee. O come in, Emilia.
 5.2.1053368Soft,--By and by!--let me the curtains draw.
 5.2.105.1[He closes the bed curtains.]
 5.2.1063369Where art thou? What's the matter with thee now?
 5.2.1073370[He unlocks the door.] Enter Emilia.
 5.2.1083371Emilia
 O my good lord, yonder's foul murders 3372done.
 5.2.1093373Othello
 What? Now?
 3374Emilia
 What? Now?  But now, my lord.
 5.2.1103375Othello
 It is the very error of the moon;
 5.2.1113376She comes more nearer Earth than she was wont,
 5.2.1123377And makes men mad.
 3378Emilia
 And makes men mad.  Cassio, my lord, hath killed
 5.2.1133379A young Venetian called Roderigo.
 5.2.1143380Othello
 Roderigo killed? And Cassio killed?
 5.2.1153381Emilia
 No, Cassio is not killed.
 5.2.1163382Othello
 Not Cassio killed? Then murder's out of tune,
 5.2.1173383And sweet revenge grows harsh.
 5.2.1183384Desdemona
 Oh, falsely, falsely murdered.
 5.2.1193385Emilia
 O Lord! What cry is that?
 3386Othello
 O Lord! What cry is that?  That? What?
 5.2.1203387Emilia
 Out and alas, that was my lady's voice!
 5.2.120.1[She opens the bed curtains.]
 5.2.1213388Help, help, ho, help! O lady, speak again.
 5.2.1223389Sweet Desdemona, O sweet mistress, speak.
 5.2.1233390Desdemona
 A guiltless death I die.
 5.2.1243391Emilia
 Oh, who hath done this deed?
 5.2.1253392Desdemona
 Nobody--I myself. Farewell--
 5.2.1263393Commend me to my kind lord--Oh, farewell.
 5.2.126.1[Desdemona dies.]
 5.2.1273394Othello
 Why, how should she be murdered?
 3395Emilia
 Why, how should she be murdered?  Alas, who knows?
 5.2.1283396Othello
 You heard her say herself, it was not I.
 5.2.1293397Emilia
 She said so; I must needs report the truth.
 5.2.1303398Othello
 She's like a liar gone to burning hell;
 5.2.1313399'Twas I that killed her.
 5.2.1323400Emilia
 Oh, the more angel she, and you the blacker3401 devil.
 5.2.1333402Othello
 She turned to folly, and she was a whore.
 5.2.1343403Emilia
 Thou dost belie her, and thou art a devil.
 5.2.1353404Othello
 She was false as water.
 3405Emilia
 She was false as water.  Thou art rash as fire
 5.2.136To say3406 that she was false. Oh, she was heavenly true.
 5.2.1373407Othello
 Cassio did top her; ask thy husband else.
 5.2.1383408Oh, I were damned beneath all depth in hell,
 5.2.1393409But that I did proceed upon just grounds
 5.2.1403410To this extremity. Thy husband knew it all.
 5.2.1413411Emilia
 My husband?
 3412Othello
 My husband?  Thy husband.
 3413Emilia
 My husband? Thy husband.  That she was false to wedlock?
 5.2.1423414Othello
 Ay, with Cassio. Had she been true,
 5.2.1433415If heaven would make me such another world
 5.2.1443416Of one entire and perfect chrysolite,
 5.2.1453417I'd not have sold her for it.
 3418Emilia
 I'd not have sold her for it.  My husband?
 5.2.1463419Othello
 Ay, 'twas he that told me on her first.
 5.2.1473420An honest man he is, and hates the slime
 5.2.1483421That sticks on filthy deeds.
 3422Emilia
 That sticks on filthy deeds.  My husband?
 5.2.1493423Othello
 What needs this iterance, woman? 3424I say, thy husband.
 5.2.1503425Emilia
 O mistress, 3426villainy hath made mocks with love--
 5.2.1513427My husband say she was false?
 3428Othello
 My husband say she was false?  He, woman;
 5.2.1523429I say thy husband--dost understand the word?--
 5.2.1533430My friend, thy husband, honest, honest Iago.
 5.2.1543431Emilia
 If he say so, may his pernicious soul
 5.2.1553432Rot half a grain a day; he lies to th'heart.
 5.2.1563433She was too fond of her most filthy bargain.
 5.2.1573434Othello
 Ha?
 5.2.1583435Emilia
 Do thy worst.
 5.2.1593436This deed of thine is no more worthy heaven,
 5.2.1603437Than thou wast worthy her.
 3438Othello
 Than thou wast worthy her.  Peace, you were best.
 5.2.1613439Emilia
 Thou hast not half that power to do me harm
 5.2.1623440As I have to be hurt. O gull, O dolt,
 5.2.1633441As ignorant as dirt, thou hast done a deed--
 5.2.163.1[Othello threatens Emilia with his sword.]
 5.2.1643442I care not for thy sword; I'll make thee known
 5.2.1653443Though I lost twenty lives. Help, help, ho, help!
 5.2.1663444The Moor hath killed my mistress. Murder, murder!
 5.2.1673445Enter Montano, Gratiano, and Iago.
 5.2.1683446Montano
 What is the matter? How now, general?
 5.2.1693447Emilia
 Oh, are you come, Iago? You have done well,
 5.2.1703448That men must lay their murders on your neck.
 5.2.1713449Gratiano
 What is the matter?
 5.2.1723450Emilia
 [To Iago] Disprove this villain, if thou be'st a man.
 5.2.1733451He says thou told'st him that his wife was false.
 5.2.1743452I know thou didst not; thou'rt not such a villain.
 5.2.1753453Speak, for my heart is full.
 5.2.1763454Iago
 I told him what I thought, 3455and told no more
 5.2.1773456Than what he found himself was apt and true.
 5.2.1783457Emilia
 But did you ever tell him 3458she was false?
 5.2.1793459Iago
 I did.
 5.2.1803460Emilia
 You told a lie, an odious damnèd lie,
 5.2.1813461Upon my soul, a lie, a wicked lie.
 5.2.1823462She false with Cassio? 3463Did you say with Cassio?
 5.2.1833464Iago
 With Cassio, mistress. 3465Go to, charm your tongue.
 5.2.1843466Emilia
 I will not charm my tongue; 3467I am bound to speak.
 5.2.1853468My mistress here lies murdered in her bed.
 5.2.1863469All
 O heavens forfend!
 5.2.1873470Emilia
 And your reports have set the murder on.
 5.2.1883471Othello
 Nay, stare not, masters; 3472it is true indeed.
 5.2.1893473Gratiano
 'Tis a strange truth.
 3474Montano
 'Tis a strange truth.  O monstrous act!
 5.2.1903475Emilia
 Villainy, villainy, villainy!
 5.2.1913476I think upon't, I think I smell't. O villainy--
 5.2.1923477I thought so then--I'll kill myself for grief!
 5.2.1933478O villainy! Villainy!
 5.2.1943479Iago
 What, are you mad? 3480I charge you get you home.
 5.2.1953481Emilia
 Good gentlemen, let me have leave to speak.
 5.2.1963482'Tis proper I obey him, but not now.
 5.2.1973483Perchance, Iago, I will ne'er go home.
 5.2.1983484Othello
 Oh, Oh, Oh!
 5.2.198.1[Othello falls on the bed.]
 3485Emilia
 Oh, Oh, Oh!  Nay, lay thee down and roar,
 5.2.1993486For thou hast killed the sweetest innocent
 5.2.2003487That ere did lift up eye.
 3488Othello
 That ere did lift up eye.  Oh, she was foul!
 5.2.2013489I scarce did know you, uncle. There lies your niece,
 5.2.2023490Whose breath, indeed, these hands have newly stopped.
 5.2.2033491I know this act shows horrible and grim.
 5.2.2043492Gratiano
 Poor Desdemon,3493 I am glad thy father's dead;
 5.2.2053494Thy match was mortal to him, and pure grief
 5.2.2063495Shore his old thread in twain. Did he live now,
 5.2.2073496This sight would make him do a desperate turn;
 5.2.2083497Yea, curse his better angel from his side
 5.2.2093498And fall to reprobance.
 5.2.2103499Othello
 'Tis pitiful, but yet Iago knows
 5.2.2113500That she with Cassio hath the act of shame
 5.2.2123501A thousand times committed. Cassio confessed it,
 5.2.2133502And she did gratify his amorous works
 5.2.2143503With that recognizance and pledge of love
 5.2.2153504Which I first gave her;--I saw it in his hand--
 5.2.2163505It was a handkerchief, an antique token
 5.2.2173506My father gave my mother.
 5.2.2183507Emilia
 O God, O heavenly God!
 3508Iago
 O God, O heavenly God!  Zounds, hold your peace.
 5.2.2193509Emilia
 'Twill out, 'twill out. I peace?
 5.2.2203510No, I will speak as liberal as the north;
 5.2.2213511Let heaven and men and devils, let them all,
 5.2.2223512All, all cry shame against me, yet I'll speak.
 5.2.2233513Iago
 Be wise, and get you home.
 3514Emilia
 Be wise, and get you home.  I will not.
 5.2.223.1[Iago threatens Emilia with his sword.]
 5.2.2243515Gratiano
 Fie, your sword upon a woman?
 5.2.2253516Emilia
 O thou dull Moor, 3517that handkerchief thou speak'st of
 5.2.2263518I found by fortune, and did give my husband;
 5.2.2273519For often, with a solemn earnestness--
 5.2.2283520More than indeed belonged to such a trifle--
 5.2.2293521He begged of me to steal't.
 3522Iago
 He begged of me to steal't.  Villainous whore!
 5.2.2303523Emilia
 She give it Cassio? No, alas, I found it,
 5.2.2313524And I did give't my husband.
 3525Iago
 And I did give't my husband.  Filth, thou liest.
 5.2.2323526Emilia
 By heaven, I do not. I do not, gentlemen.--
 5.2.2333527O murderous coxcomb, what should such a fool
 5.2.2343528Do with so good a wife?
 5.2.234.1[Othello runs at Iago and is disarmed by Montano. Iago  stabs Emilia.]
 3529Othello
 Do with so good a wife?  Are there no stones in heaven
 5.2.2353530But what serves for the thunder? 3531Precious villain!
 5.2.2363532Gratiano
 The woman falls; 3533sure he hath killed his wife.
 5.2.2373534Emilia
 Ay, ay. Oh, lay me by my mistress's side.
 5.2.237.1[Exit Iago.]
 5.2.2383535Gratiano
 He's gone, but his wife's killed.
 5.2.2393536Montano
 'Tis a notorious villain. Take you this weapon
 5.2.2403537Which I have here recovered from the Moor.
 5.2.2413538Come guard the door without; let him not pass,
 5.2.2423539But kill him rather. I'll after that same villain,
 5.2.2433540For 'tis a damnèd slave.
 5.2.243.1Exeunt [Montano and Gratiano].
 3541Othello
 For 'tis a damnèd slave.  I am not valiant neither,
 5.2.2443542But every puny whipster gets my sword.
 5.2.2453543But why should honor outlive honesty?
 5.2.2463544Let it go all.
 3545Emilia
 Let it go all.  What did thy song bode, lady?
 5.2.2473546Hark, canst thou hear me? I will play the swan,
 5.2.2483547And die in music: 
 [Singing] Willow, willow, willow.
 5.2.2493548Moor, she was chaste. She loved thee, cruel Moor.
 5.2.2503549So come my soul to bliss, as I speak true;
 5.2.2513550So speaking as I think, alas, I die.
 5.2.251.1[Emilia dies.]
 5.2.2523551Othello
 I have another weapon in this chamber;
 5.2.2533552It was a sword of Spain, the ice-brook's temper--
 5.2.2543553Oh, here it is. Uncle, I must come forth.
 5.2.2553554Gratiano
 [Within] If thou attempt it, it will cost thee dear;
 5.2.2563555Thou hast no weapon and perforce must suffer.
 5.2.2573556Othello
 Look in upon me then, and speak with me,
 5.2.2583557Or naked as I am I will assault thee.
 5.2.258.1[Enter Gratiano.]
 5.2.2593558Gratiano
 What is the matter?
 3559Othello
 What is the matter?  Behold, I have a weapon;
 5.2.2603560A better never did itself sustain
 5.2.2613561Upon a soldier's thigh. I have seen the day
 5.2.2623562That with this little arm and this good sword
 5.2.2633563I have made my way through more impediments
 5.2.2643564Than twenty times your stop. But--O vain boast!--
 5.2.2653565Who can control his fate? 'Tis not so now.
 5.2.2663566Be not afraid, though you do see me weaponed.
 5.2.2673567Here is my journey's end, here is my butt
 5.2.2683568And very seamark of my utmost sail.
 5.2.2693569Do you go back dismayed? 'Tis a lost fear.
 5.2.2703570Man but a rush against Othello's breast
 5.2.2713571And he retires. Where should Othello go?
 5.2.2723572Now, how dost thou look now? O ill-starred wench,
 5.2.2733573Pale as thy smock; when we shall meet at compt,
 5.2.2743574This look of thine will hurl my soul from heaven
 5.2.2753575And fiends will snatch at it. Cold, cold, my girl?
 5.2.2763576Even like thy chastity. O cursèd, cursèd slave!
 5.2.2773577Whip me, ye devils, 3578from the possession of this heavenly sight,
 5.2.2783579Blow me about in winds, roast me in sulfur,
 5.2.2793580Wash me in steep-down gulfs of liquid fire--
 5.2.2803581O Desdemon! Dead Desdemon! Dead--Oh, Oh!
 5.2.2813582Enter Lodovico, Cassio [in a chair], Montano, and Iago 3583with officers.
 5.2.2823584Lodovico
 Where is this rash and most unfortunate man?
 5.2.2833585Othello
 That's he that was Othello; here I am.
 5.2.2843586Lodovico
 Where is that viper? 3587Bring the villain forth.
 5.2.2853588Othello
 I look down toward his feet, but that's a fable;
 5.2.2863589If that thou be'st a devil, I cannot kill thee.
 5.2.286.1[Othello wounds Iago.]
 5.2.2873590Lodovico
 Wrench his sword from him.
 3591Iago
 Wrench his sword from him.  I bleed, sir, but not killed.
 5.2.2883592Othello
 I am not sorry neither; I'd have thee live,
 5.2.2893593For in my sense 'tis happiness to die.
 5.2.2903594Lodovico
 O thou Othello, that was once so good,
 5.2.2913595Fallen in the practice of a damnèd slave,
 5.2.2923596What shall be said to thee?
 3597Othello
 What shall be said to thee?  Why, anything--
 5.2.2933598An honorable murderer, if you will,
 5.2.2943599For naught I did in hate, but all in honor.
 5.2.2953600Lodovico
 This wretch hath part confessed his villainy.
 5.2.2963601Did you and he consent in Cassio's death?
 5.2.2973602Othello
 Ay.
 5.2.2983603Cassio
 Dear general, I never gave you cause.
 5.2.2993604Othello
 I do believe it, and I ask your pardon.
 5.2.3003605Will you, I pray, demand that demi-devil
 5.2.3013606Why he hath thus ensnared my soul and body?
 5.2.3023607Iago
 Demand me nothing. What you know, you know.
 5.2.3033608From this time forth, I never will speak word.
 5.2.3043609Lodovico
 What, not to pray?
 3610Gratiano
 What, not to pray?  Torments will ope your lips.
 5.2.3053611Othello
 Well, thou dost best.
 5.2.3063612Lodovico
 Sir, 3613you shall understand what hath befallen,
 5.2.3073614Which, as I think, you know not. Here is a letter
 5.2.3083615Found in the pocket of the slain Roderigo,
 5.2.3093616And here another. The one of them imports
 5.2.3103617The death of Cassio, to be undertook
 5.2.3113618By Roderigo.
 5.2.3123619Othello
 O villain!
 3620Cassio
 O villain!  Most heathenish and most gross!
 5.2.3133621Lodovico
 Now here's another discontented paper
 5.2.3143622Found in his pocket too; and this, it seems,
 5.2.3153623Roderigo meant t'have sent this damnèd villain,
 5.2.3163624But that, belike, Iago in the interim
 5.2.3173625Came in and satisfied him.
 5.2.3183626Othello
 O thou pernicious caitiff!
 5.2.3193627How came you, Cassio, by that handkerchief
 5.2.3203628That was my wife's?
 3629Cassio
 That was my wife's?  I found it in my chamber,
 5.2.3213630And he himself confessed it but even now
 5.2.3223631That there he dropped it for a special purpose
 5.2.3233632Which wrought to his desire.
 3633Othello
 Which wrought to his desire.  O fool, fool, fool!
 5.2.3243634Cassio
 There is besides in Roderigo's letter
 5.2.3253635How he upbraids Iago that he made him
 5.2.3263636Brave me upon the watch, whereon it came
 5.2.3273637That I was cast; and even but now he spake,
 5.2.3283638After long seeming dead, Iago hurt him,
 5.2.3293639Iago set him on.
 5.2.3303640Lodovico
 [To Othello] You must forsake this room and go with us.
 5.2.3313641Your power and your command is taken off,
 5.2.3323642And Cassio rules in Cyprus. For this slave,
 5.2.3333643If there be any cunning cruelty
 5.2.3343644That can torment him much and hold him long,
 5.2.3353645It shall be his. You shall close prisoner rest,
 5.2.3363646Till that the nature of your fault be known
 5.2.3373647To the Venetian state. Come, bring away.
 5.2.3383648Othello
 Soft you, a word or two before you go.
 5.2.3393649I have done the state some service, and they know't;
 5.2.3403650No more of that. I pray you in your letters,
 5.2.3413651When you shall these unlucky deeds relate,
 5.2.3423652Speak of me as I am. Nothing extenuate,
 5.2.3433653Nor set down aught in malice. 3654Then must you speak
 5.2.3443655Of one that loved not wisely, but too well;
 5.2.3453656Of one not easily jealous, but, being wrought,
 5.2.3463657Perplexed in the extreme; of one whose hand,
 5.2.3473658Like the base Indian, threw a pearl away
 5.2.3483659Richer than all his tribe; of one whose subdued eyes,
 5.2.3493660Albeit unused to the melting mood,
 5.2.3503661Drops tears as fast as the Arabian trees
 5.2.3513662Their medicinable gum. Set you down this,
 5.2.3523663And say besides that in Aleppo once,
 5.2.3533664Where a malignant and a turbaned Turk
 5.2.3543665Beat a Venetian and traduced the state,
 5.2.3553666I took by th'throat the circumcisèd dog
 5.2.3563667And smote him--thus.
 5.2.356.1[Othello stabs himself.]
 5.2.3573668Lodovico
 O bloody period.
 3669Gratiano
 O bloody period.  All that is spoke is marred.
 5.2.3583670Othello
 I kissed thee ere I killed thee--no way but this,
 5.2.3593671Killing myself, to die upon a kiss.
 5.2.359.1[Othello kisses Desdemona and] dies.
 5.2.3603672Cassio
 This did I fear, but thought he had no weapon,
 This did I fear, but thought he had no weapon,  5.2.3613673For he was great of heart.
 3674Lodovico
 This did I fear, but thought he had no weapon, For he was great of heart.  O Spartan dog,
 5.2.3623675More fell than anguish, hunger, or the sea,
 5.2.3633676Look on the tragic loading of this bed.
 5.2.3643677This is thy work. 3678The object poisons sight;
 5.2.3653679Let it be hid. Gratiano, keep the house
 5.2.3663680And seize upon the fortunes of the Moor,
 5.2.3673681For they succeed on you. [To Cassio] To you, lord governor,
 5.2.3683682Remains the censure of this hellish villain;
 5.2.3693683The time, the place, the torture, oh, enforce it.
 5.2.3703684Myself will straight aboard, and to the state
 5.2.3713685This heavy act with heavy heart relate.
 5.2.370.1Exeunt.
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