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THE TRAGEDIE OF
Othello, the Moore of Venice.
1Actus Primus. Scoena Prima.
2Enter Rodorigo, and Iago.
3Rodorigo.
4NEuer tell me, I take it much vnkindly
7Ia. But you'l not heare me. If euer I did dream
8Of such a matter, abhorre me.
10Thou did'st hold him in thy hate.
12If I do not. Three Great-ones of the Cittie,
14Off-capt to him: and by the faith of man
15I know my price, I am worth no worsse a place.
16But he (as louing his owne pride, and purposes)
21For-sooth, a great Arithmatician,
23(A Fellow almost damn'd in a faire Wife)
24That neuer set a Squadron in the Field,
25Nor the deuision of a Battaile knowes
30And I (of whom his eies had seene the proofe
31At Rhodes, at Ciprus, and on others grounds
33By Debitor, and Creditor. This Counter-caster,
34He (in good time) must his Lieutenant be,
36Rod. By heauen, I rather would haue bin his hangman.
37Iago. Why, there's no remedie.
38'Tis the cursse of Seruice;
40And not by old gradation, where each second
43To loue the Moore?
45Iago. O Sir content you.
46I follow him, to serue my turne vpon him.
48Cannot be truely follow'd. You shall marke
49Many a dutious and knee-crooking knaue;
50That (doting on his owne obsequious bondage)
52For naught but Prouender, & when he's old Casheer'd.
54Who trym'd in Formes, and visages of Dutie,
55Keepe yet their hearts attending on themselues,
56And throwing but showes of Seruice on their Lords
57Doe well thriue by them.
58And when they haue lin'd their Coates
59Doe themselues Homage.
62It is as sure as you are Rodorigo,
63Were I the Moore, I would not be Iago:
64In following him, I follow but my selfe.
65Heauen is my Iudge, not I for loue and dutie,
69In Complement externe, 'tis not long after
70But I will weare my heart vpon my sleeue
71For Dawes to pecke at; I am not what I am.
72Rod. What a fall Fortune do's the Thicks-lips owe
73If he can carry't thus?
74Iago. Call vp her Father:
77And though he in a fertile Clymate dwell,
78Plague him with Flies: though that his Ioy be Ioy,
79Yet throw such chances of vexation on't,
82Iago. Doe, with like timerous accent, and dire yell,
83As when (by Night and Negligence) the Fire
84Is spied in populus Citties.
85Rodo. What hoa: Brabantio, Siginor Brabantio, hoa.
86Iago. Awake: what hoa, Brabantio: Theeues, Theeues.
87Looke to your house, your daughter, and your Bags,
88Theeues, Theeues.
90Summons? What is the matter there?
91Rodo. Signior is all your Familie within?
92Iago. Are your Doores lock'd?
93Bra. Why? Wherefore ask you this?
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96Euen now, now, very now, an old blacke Ram
98Awake the snorting Cittizens with the Bell,
103Bra. Not I: what are you?
104Rod. My name is Rodorigo.
106I haue charg'd thee not to haunt about my doores:
108My Daughter is not for thee. And now in madnesse
109(Being full of Supper, and distempring draughtes)
110Vpon malitious knauerie, dost thou come
111To start my quiet.
112Rod. Sir, Sir, Sir.
114My spirits and my place haue in their power
115To make this bitter to thee.
116Rodo. Patience good Sir.
125phewes neigh to you, you'le haue Coursers for Cozens :
126and Gennets for Germaines.
127Bra. What prophane wretch art thou?
129ter and the Moore, are making the Beast with two backs.
130Bra. Thou art a Villaine.
131Iago. You are a Senator.
135(As partly I find it is) that your faire Daughter,
136At this odde Euen and dull watch o'th'night
138But with a knaue of common hire, a Gundelier,
140If this be knowne to you, and your Allowance,
141We then haue done you bold, and saucie wrongs.
142But if you know not this, my Manners tell me,
143We haue your wrong rebuke. Do not beleeue
144That from the sence of all Ciuilitie,
145I thus would play and trifle with your Reuerence.
146Your Daughter (if you haue not giuen her leaue)
148Tying her Dutie, Beautie, Wit, and Fortunes
149In an extrauagant, and wheeling Stranger,
153For thus deluding you.
154Bra. Strike on the Tinder, hoa:
155Giue me a Taper: call vp all my people,
156This Accident is not vnlike my dreame,
157Beleefe of it oppresses me alreadie.
162Against the Moore. For I do know the State,
163(How euer this may gall him with some checke)
167Another of his Fadome, they haue none,
169Though I do hate him as I do hell apines,
173Lead to the Sagitary the raised Search:
174And there will I be with him. So farewell. Exit.
175Enter Brabantio, with Seruants and Torches.
178Is naught but bitternesse. Now Rodorigo,
183Raise all my Kindred. Are they married thinke you?
184Rodo. Truely I thinke they are.
186Oh treason of the blood.
187Fathers, from hence trust not your Daughters minds
189By which the propertie of Youth, and Maidhood
190May be abus'd? Haue you not read Rodorigo,
192Rod. Yes Sir: I haue indeed.
193Bra. Call vp my Brother: oh would you had had her.
194Some one way, some another. Doe you know
195Where we may apprehend her, and the Moore?
197To get good Guard, and go along with me.
199(I may command at most) get Weapons (hoa)
202Scena Secunda.
203Enter Othello, Iago, Attendants, with Torches.
206To do no contriu'd Murder: I lacke Iniquitie
207Sometime to do me seruice. Nine, or ten times
208I had thought t'haue yerk'd him here vnder the Ribbes.
209Othello. 'Tis better as it is.
210Iago. Nay but he prated,
213I did full hard forbeare him. But I pray you Sir,
215That the Magnifico is much belou'd,
217As double as the Dukes: He will diuorce you.
218Or put vpon you, what restraint or greeuance,
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219The Law (with all his might, to enforce it on)
220Will giue him Cable.
222My Seruices, which I haue done the Signorie
223Shall out-tongue his Complaints. 'Tis yet to know,
224Which when I know, that boasting is an Honour,
225I shall promulgate. I fetch my life and being,
226From Men of Royall Seige. And my demerites
227May speake (vnbonnetted) to as proud a Fortune
228As this that I haue reach'd. For know Iago,
229But that I loue the gentle Desdemona,
230I would not my vnhoused free condition
232For the Seas worth. But looke, what Lights come yond?
233Enter Cassio, with Torches.
235You were best go in.
237My Parts, my Title, and my perfect Soule
238Shall manifest me rightly. Is it they?
240Othel. The Seruants of the Dukes?
241And my Lieutenant?
242The goodnesse of the Night vpon you (Friends)
243What is the Newes?
244Cassio. The Duke do's greet you (Generall)
246Enen on the instant.
247Othello. What is the matter, thinke you?
248Cassio. Something from Cyprus, as I may diuine:
251This very night, at one anothers heeles:
252And many of the Consuls, rais'd and met,
253Are at the Dukes already. You haue bin hotly call'd for,
254When being not at your Lodging to be found,
256To search you out.
257Othel. 'Tis well I am found by you:
259And goe with you.
260Cassio. Aunciant, what makes he heere?
262If it proue lawfull prize, he's made for euer.
264Iago. He's married.
265Cassio. To who?
266Iago. Marry to---Come Captaine, will you go?
267Othel. Haue with you.
269Enter Brabantio, Rodorigo, with Officers, and Torches.
270Iago. It is Brabantio: Generall be aduis'd,
271He comes to bad intent.
273Rodo. Signior, it is the Moore.
274Bra. Downe with him, Theefe.
275Iago. You, Rodorigoc?. Cme Sir, I am for you.
276Othe. Keepe vp your bright Swords, for the dew will
278yeares, then with your Weapons.
279Bra. Oh thou foule Theefe,
281Damn'd as thou art, thou hast enchaunted her
283(If she in Chaines of Magick were not bound)
284Whether a Maid, so tender, Faire, and Happie,
286The wealthy curled Deareling of our Nation,
287Would euer haue (t'encurre a generall mocke)
289Of such a thing as thou: to feare, not to delight?
292Abus'd her delicate Youth, with Drugs or Minerals,
293That weakens Motion. Ile haue't disputed on,
294'Tis probable, and palpable to thinking;
295I therefore apprehend and do attach thee,
297Of Arts inhibited, and out of warrant;
299Subdue him, at his perill.
300Othe. Hold your hands
301Both you of my inclining, and the rest.
303Without a Prompter. Whether will you that I goe
304To answere this your charge?
307Call thee to answer.
308Othe. What if do obey?
312To bring me to him.
317In this time of the night? Bring him away;
319Or any of my Brothers of the State,
320Cannot but feele this wrong, as 'twere their owne:
323Scaena Tertia.
324Enter Duke, Senators, and Officers.
326That giues them Credite.
329Duke. And mine a Hundred fortie.
3302. Sena. And mine two Hundred:
331But though they iumpe not on a iust accompt,
334A Turkish Fleete, and bearing vp to Cyprus.
337But the maine Article I do approue
340Enter Saylor.
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344So was I bid report here to the State,
345By Signior Angelo.
3471. Sen. This cannot be
350Th'importancie of Cyprus to the Turke;
352That as it more concernes the Turke then Rhodes,
353So may he with more facile question beare it,
355But altogether lackes th'abilities
356That Rhodes is dress'd in. If we make thought of this,
362Officer. Here is more Newes.
363Enter a Messenger.
364Messen. The Ottamites. Reueren'd, and Gracious,
365Steering with due course toward the Ile of Rhodes,
366Haue there inioynted them with an after Fleete.
369Their backward course, bearing with frank appearance
370Their purposes toward Cyprus. Signior Montano,
372With his free dutie, recommends you thus,
373And prayes you to beleeue him.
374Duke. 'Tis certaine then for Cyprus:
375Marcus Luccicos is not he in Towne?
3761. Sen. He's now in Florence.
377Duke. Write from vs,
3791. Sen. Here comes Brabantio, and the Valiant Moore.
380Enter Brabantio, Othello, Cassio, Iago, Rodorigo,
381and Officers.
383Against the generall Enemy Ottoman.
384I did not see you: welcome gentle Signior,
385We lack't your Counsaile, and your helpe to night.
388Hath rais'd me from my bed; nor doth the generall care
389Take hold on me. For my perticular griefe
393Duke. Why? What's the matter?
394Bra. My Daughter: oh my Daughter!
395Sen. Dead?
396Bra. I, to me.
397She is abus'd, stolne from me, and corrupted
398By Spels, and Medicines, bought of Mountebanks;
401Sans witch-craft could not.
402Duke. Who ere he be, that in this foule proceeding
403Hath thus beguil'd your Daughter of her selfe,
404And you of her; the bloodie Booke of Law,
407Stood in your Action.
408Bra. Humbly I thanke your Grace,
409Here is the man; this Moore, whom now it seemes
411Hath hither brought.
416My very Noble, and approu'd good Masters;
417That I haue tane away this old mans Daughter,
418It is most true: true I haue married her;
419The verie head, and front of my offending,
420Hath this extent; no more. Rude am I, in my speech,
425And little of this great world can I speake,
426More then pertaines to Feats of Broiles, and Battaile,
429I will a round vn-varnish'd u Tale deliuer,
430Of my whole course of Loue.
431What Drugges, what Charmes,
432What Coniuration, and what mighty Magicke,
433(For such proceeding I am charg'd withall)
434I won his Daughter.
435Bra. A Maiden, neuer bold:
438Of Yeares, of Country, Credite, euery thing
439To fall in Loue, with what she fear'd to looke on;
444Why this should be. I therefore vouch againe,
445That with some Mixtures, powrefull o're the blood,
447He wtought vp on her.
448To vouch this, is no proofe,
449Without more wider, and more ouer Test
450Then these thin habits, and poore likely-hoods
458Send for the Lady to the Sagitary.
459And let her speake of me before her Father;
462Not onely take away, but let your Sentence
463Euen fall vpon my life.
466You best know the place.
467And tell she come, as truely as to heauen,
468I do confesse the vices of my blood,
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470How I did thriue in this faire Ladies loue,
471And she in mine.
473Othe. Her Father lou'd me, oft inuited me:
474Still question'd me the Storie of my life,
475From yeare to yeare: the Battaile, Sieges, Fortune,
476That I haue past.
477I ran it through, euen from my boyish daies,
478To th'very moment that he bad me tell it.
480Of mouing Accidents by Flood and Field,
481Of haire-breadth scapes i'th'imminent deadly breach;
482Of being taken by the Insolent Foe,
484And portance in my Trauellours historie.
486Rough Quarries, Rocks, Hills, whose head touch heauen,
488And of the Canibals that each others eate,
489The Antropophague, and men whose heads
494She'l'd come againe, and with a greedie eare
496Tooke once a pliant houre, and found good meanes
497To draw from her a prayer of earnest heart,
498That I would all my Pilgrimage dilate,
501And often did beguile her of her teares,
504She gaue me for my paines a world of kisses:
506'Twas pittifull: 'twas wondrous pittifull.
508That Heauen had made her such a man. She thank'd me,
509And bad me, if I had a Friend that lou'd her,
510I should but teach him how to tell my Story,
511And that would wooe her. Vpon this hint I spake,
512She lou'd me for the dangers I had past,
513And I lou'd her, that she did pitty them.
514This onely is the witch-craft I haue vs'd.
515Here comes the Ladie: Let her witnesse it.
516Enter Desdemona, Iago, Attendants.
517Duke. I thinke this tale would win my Daughter too,
518Good Brabantio, take vp this mangled matter at the best:
519Men do their broken Weapons rather vse,
520Then their bare hands.
524Light on the man. Come hither gentle Mistris,
525Do you perceiue in all this Noble Companie,
526Where most you owe obedience?
527Des. My Noble Father,
528I do perceiue heere a diuided dutie.
529To you I am bound for life, and education:
530My life and education both do learne me,
532I am hitherto your Daughter. But heere's my Husband;
534To you, preferring you before her Father:
536Due to the Moore my Lord.
537Bra. God be with you: I haue done.
539I had rather to adopt a Child, then get it.
540Come hither Moore;
541I here do giue thee that with all my heart,
542Which but thou hast already, with all my heart
543I would keepe from thee. For your sake (Iewell)
544I am glad at soule, I haue no other Child;
545For thy escape would teach me Tirranie
546To hang clogges on them. I haue done my Lord.
548And lay a Sentence,
550When remedies are past, the griefes are ended
553Is the next way to draw new mischiefe on.
554What cannot be presern'd, when Fortune takes:
555Patience, her Iniury a mock'ry makes.
558Bra. So let the Turke of Cyprus vs beguile,
560He beares the Sentence well, that nothing beares,
561But the free comfort which from thence he heares.
562But he beares both the Sentence, and the sorrow,
563That to pay griefe, must of poore Patience borrow.
564These Sentences, to Sugar, or to Gall,
566But words are words, I neuer yet did heare:
567That the bruized heart was pierc'd through the eares.
570makes for Cyprus: Othello, the Fortitude of the place is
576borne, and boystrous expedition.
578Hath made the flinty and Steele Coach of Warre
579My thrice-driuen bed of Downe. I do agnize
580A Naturall and prompt Alacartie,
583Most humbly therefore bending to your State,
585Due reference of Place, and Exhibition,
587As leuels with her breeding.
588Duke. Why at her Fathers?
590Othe. Nor I.
592To put my Father in impatient thoughts
593By being in his eye. Most Grcaious Duke,
594To my vnfolding, lend your prosperous eare,
595And let me finde a Charter in your voice
598Des. That I loue the Moore, to liue with him,
599My downe-right violence, and storme of Fortunes,
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600May trumpet to the world. My heart's subdu'd
601Euen to the very quality of my Lord;
603And to his Honours and his valiant parts,
605So that (deere Lords) if I be left behind
606A Moth of Peace, and he go to the Warre,
607The Rites for why I loue him, are bereft me:
609By his deere absence. Let me go with him.
610Othe. Let her haue your voice.
611Vouch with me Heauen, I therefore beg it not
612To please the pallate of my Appetite:
615But to be free, and bounteous to her minde:
616And Heauen defend your good soules, that you thinke
618When she is with me. No, when light wing'd Toyes
622Let House-wiues make a Skillet of my Helme,
629Othe. With all my heart.
630Duke. At nine i'th'morning, here wee'l meete againe.
634As doth import you.
637To his conueyance I assigne my wife,
639To be sent after me.
641Good night to euery one. And Noble Signior,
642If Vertue no delighted Beautie lacke,
643Your Son-in-law is farre more Faire then Blacke.
646She ha's deceiu'd her Father, and may thee. Exit.
649I prythee let thy wife attend on her,
650And bring them after in the best aduantage.
651ComeDesdemona, I haue but an houre
652Of Loue, of wordly matter, and direction
654Rod. Iago.
660thou silly Gentleman?
662and then haue we a prescription to dye, when death is
663our Physition.
664Iago. Oh villanous: I haue look'd vpon the world
666betwixt a Benefit, and an Iniurie: I neuer found man that
668drowne my selfe for the loue of a Gynney Hen, I would
669change my Humanity with a Baboone.
671to be so fond, but it is not in my vertue to amend it.
673thus, or thus. Our Bodies are our Gardens, to the which,
674our Wills are Gardiners. So that if we will plant Net-
679thoritie of this lies in our Wills. If the braine of our liues
683haue Reason to coole our raging Motions, our carnall
684Stings, or vnbitted Lusts: whereof I take this, that you
685call Loue, to be a Sect, or Seyen.
686Rod. It cannot be.
688of the will. Come, be a man: drowne thy selfe? Drown
689Cats, and blind Puppies. I haue profest me thy Friend,
692then now. Put Money in thy purse: follow thou the
695should continue her loue to the Moore. Put Money in
705it a more delicate way then drowning. Make all the Mo-
708not too hard for my wits, and all the Tribe of hell, thou
711ther to be hang'd in Compassing thy ioy, then to be
712drown'd, and go without her.
714the issue?
716told thee often, and I re-tell thee againe, and againe, I
721Wombe of Time, which wilbe deliuered. Trauerse, go,
722prouide thy Money. We will haue more of this to mor-
723row. Adieu.
725Iago. At my Lodging.
726Rod. Ile be with thee betimes.
727Iago. Go too, farewell. Do you heare Rodorigo?
730For I mine owne gain'd knowledge should prophane
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732But for my Sport, and Profit: I hate the Moore,
733And it is thought abroad, that 'twixt my sheets
734She ha's done my Office. I know not if't be true,
736Will do, as if for Surety. He holds me well,
739To get his Place, and to plume vp my will
740In double Knauery. How? How? Let's see.
742That he is too familiar with his wife:
745The Moore is of a free, and open Nature,
747And will as tenderly be lead by'th'Nose
748As Asses are:
749I haue't: it is engendred: Hell, and Night,
751Actus Secundus. Scena Prima.
752Enter Montano, and two Gentlemen.
7541. Gent. Nothing at all, it is a high wrought Flood:
755I cannot 'twixt the Heauen, and the Maine,
756Descry a Saile.
760What ribbes of Oake, when Mountaines melt on them,
761Can hold the Morties. What shall we heare of this?
763For do but stand vpon the Foaming Shore,
764The chidden Billow seemes to pelt the Clowds,
766Seemes to cast water on the burning Beare,
767And quench the Guards of th'euer-fixed Pole:
768I neuer did like mollestation view
769On the enchafed Flood.
771Be not enshelter'd, and embay'd, they are drown'd,
772It is impossible to beare it out.
773Enter a Gentleman.
7743 Newes Laddes: our warres are done:
778On most part of their Fleet.
781Lieutenant to the warlike Moore, Othello,
782Is come on Shore: the Moore himselfe at Sea,
783And is in full Commission heere for Cyprus.
784Mon. I am glad on't:
785'Tis a worthy Gouernour.
788And praye the Moore be safe; for they were parted
789With fowle and violent Tempest.
790Mon. Pray Heauens he be:
791For I haue seru'd him, and the man commands
792Like a full Soldier. Let's to the Sea-side (hoa)
794As to throw-out our eyes for braue Othello,
795Euen till we make the Maine, and th'Eriall blew,
798For euery Minute is expectancie
799Of more Arriuancie.
800Enter Cassio.
802That so approoue the Moore: Oh let the Heauens
803Giue him defence against the Elements,
804For I haue lost him on a dangerous Sea.
807Of verie expert, and approu'd Allowance;
808Therefore my hope's (not surfetted to death)
809Stand in bold Cure.
810Within. A Saile, a Saile, a Saile.
812Gent. The Towne is empty; on the brow o'th'Sea
813Stand rankes of People, and they cry, a Saile.
816Our Friends, at least.
817Cassio. I pray you Sir, go forth,
818And giue vs truth who 'tis that is arriu'd.
820Mon. But good Lieutenant, is your Generall wiu'd?
822That paragons description, and wilde Fame:
823One that excels the quirkes of Blazoning pens,
825Do's tyre the Ingeniuer.
826Enter Gentleman.
827How now? Who ha's put in?
828Gent. 'Tis one Iago, Auncient to the Generall.
831The gutter'd-Rockes, and Congregated Sands,
833As hauing sence of Beautie, do omit
834Their mortall Natures, letting go safely by
838Our great Captains Captaine,
839Left in the conduct of the bold Iago,
840Whose footing heere anticipates our thoughts,
842And swell his Saile with thine owne powrefull breath,
843That he may blesse this Bay with his tall Ship,
844Make loues quicke pants in Desdemonaes Armes,
846Enter Desdemona, Iago, Rodorigo, and AEmilia.
847Oh behold,
848The Riches of the Ship is come on shore:
849You men of Cyprus, let her haue your knees.
850Haile to thee Ladie: and the grace of Heauen,
851Before, behinde thee, and on euery hand
852Enwheele thee round.
854What tydings can you tell of my Lord?
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855Cas. He is not yet arriu'd, nor know I ought
856But that he's well, and will be shortly heere.
857Des. Oh, but I feare:
858How lost you company?
859Cassio. The great Contention of Sea, and Skies
860Parted our fellowship. But hearke, a Saile.
861Within. A Saile, a Saile.
862Gent. They giue this greeting to the Cittadell:
863This likewise is a Friend.
864Cassio. See for the Newes:
865Good Ancient, you are welcome. Welcome Mistris:
866Let it not gaule your patience (good Iago)
867That I extend my Manners. 'Tis my breeding,
871You would haue enough.
875Marry before your Ladyship, I grant,
876She puts het tongue a little in her heart,
877And chides with thinking.
880doore: Bells in your Parlours: Wilde-Cats in your Kit-
881chens: Saints in your Iniuries: Diuels being offended:
883Beds.
886You rise to play, and go to bed to worke.
888Iago. No, let me not.
890praise me?
891Iago. Oh, gentle Lady, do not put me too,t,
892For I am nothing, if not Criticall.
894There's one gone to the Harbour?
895Iago. I Madam.
896Des. I am not merry: but I do beguile
899Iago. I am about it, but indeed my inuention comes
900from my pate, as Birdlyme do's from Freeze, it pluckes
902is deliuer'd.
905Des. Well prais'd:
906How if she be Blacke and Witty?
912For euen her folly helpt her to an heire.
915for her that's Foule, and Foolish.
917But do's foule pranks, which faire, and wise-ones do.
920uing woman indeed? One, that in the authorithy of her
921merit, did iustly put on the vouch of very malice it
922selfe.
925Neuer lackt Gold, and yet went neuer gay,
927She that being angred, her reuenge being nie,
930To change the Cods-head for the Salmons taile:
932See Suitors following, and not looke behind:
934Des. To do what?
939berall Counsailor?
941him more in the Souldier, then in the Scholler.
943per. With as little a web as this, will I ensnare as great
951lippes? Would they were Cluster-pipes for your
952sake.
953The Moore I know his Trumpet.
955Des. Let's meete him, and recieue him.
956Cassio. Loe, where he comes.
957Enter Othello, and Attendants.
958Oth. O, my faire Warriour.
960Othe. It giues me wonder great, as my content
961To see you heere before me.
962Oh my Soules Ioy:
964May the windes blow, till they haue waken'd death:
965And let the labouring Barke climbe hills of Seas
966Olympus high: and duck againe as low,
967As hell's from Heauen. If it were now to dye,
968'Twere now to be most happy. For I feare,
970That not another comfort like to this,
971Succeedes in vnknowne Fate.
972Des. The Heauens forbid
973But that our Loues
975Euen as our dayes do grow.
977I cannot speake enough of this content,
978It stoppes me heere: it is too much of ioy.
980That ere our hearts shall make.
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984Newes (Friends) our Warres are done:
985The Turkes are drown'd.
986How do's my old Acquaintance of this Isle?
988I haue found great loue among'st them. Oh my Sweet,
989I prattle out of fashion, and I doate
990In mine owne comforts. I prythee, good Iago,
992Bring thou the Master to the Cittadell,
993He is a good one, and his worthynesse
995Once more well met at Cyprus.
996 Exit Othello and Desdemona.
999being in Loue, haue then a Nobilitie in their Natures,
1000more then is natiue to them) list-me; the Lieutenant to
1006the Moore, but for bragging, and telling her fantasticall
1008heart thinke it. Her eye must be fed. And what delight
1013and Beauties: all which the Moore is defectiue in. Now
1014for want of these requir'd Conueniences, her delicate
1020this Forune, as Cassio do's: a knaue very voluble: no
1021further conscionable, then in putting on the meere forme
1029mindes looke after. A pestilent compleat knaue, and the
1030woman hath found him already.
1032bless'd condition.
1037marke that?
1041They met so neere with their lippes, that their breathes
1042embrac'd together. Villanous thoughts Rodorigo, when
1046brought you from Venice. Watch you to night: for
1047the Command, Ile lay't vpon you. Cassio knowes you
1052nister.
1053Rod. Well.
1055happely may strike at you, prouoke him that he may: for
1060shall then haue to preferre them. And the impediment
1064tunity.
1065Iago. I warrant thee. Meete me by and by at the
1067well.
1070That she loues him, 'tis apt, and of great Credite.
1071The Moore (how beit that I endure him not)
1072Is of a constant, louing, Noble Nature,
1073And I dare thinke, he'le proue to Desdemona
1074A most deere husband. Now I do loue her too,
1077But partely led to dyet my Reuenge,
1079Hath leap'd into my Seate. The thought whereof,
1080Doth (like a poysonous Minerall) gnaw my Inwardes:
1081And nothing can, or shall content my Soule
1082Till I am eeuen'd with him, wife, for wift.
1083Or fayling so, yet that I put the Moore,
1085That iudgement cannot cure. Which thing to do,
1086If this poore Trash of Venice, whom I trace
1087For his quicke hunting, stand the putting on,
1088Ile haue our Michael Cassio on the hip,
1089Abuse him to the Moore, in the right garbe
1090(For I feare Cassio with my Night-Cape too)
1091Make the Moore thanke me, loue me, and reward me,
1094Euen to madnesse. 'Tis heere: but yet confus'd,
1096Scena Secunda.
1097Enter Othello's, Herald with a Proclamation.
1099ant Generall. That vpon certaine tydings now arriu'd,
1100importing the meere perdition of the Turkish Fleete:
1101euery man put himselfe into Triumph. Some to daunce,
1104ficiall Newes, it is the Celebration of his Nuptiall. So
1106ces are open, & there is full libertie of Feasting from this
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1109lo. Exit.
1110Enter Othello, Desdemona, Cassio, and Attendants.
1111Othe. Good Michael, looke you to the guard to night.
1116Will I looke to't.
1118Michael, goodnight. To morrow with your earliest,
1119Let me haue speech with you. Come my deere Loue,
1121That profit's yet to come 'tweene me, and you.
1122Goodnight. Exit.
1123Enter Iago.
1125Iago. Not this houre Lieutenant: 'tis not yet ten
1126o'th'clocke. Our Generall cast vs thus earely for the
1127loue of his Desdemona: Who, let vs not therefore blame;
1128he hath not yet made wanton the night with her: and
1131Iago. And Ile warrant her, full of Game.
1134Methinkes it sounds a parley to prouocation.
1135Cas. An inuiting eye:
1136And yet me thinkes right modest.
1138Is it not an Alarum to Loue?
1141tenant, I haue a stope of Wine, and heere without are a
1142brace of Cyprus Gallants, that would faine haue a mea-
1144Cas. Not to night, good Iago, I haue very poore,
1147tainment.
1148Iago. Oh, they are our Friends: but one Cup, Ile
1149drinke for you.
1150Cassio. I haue drunke but one Cup to night, and that
1151was craftily qualified too: and behold what inouation
1152it makes heere. I am infortunate in the infirmity, and
1153dare not taske my weakenesse with any more.
1155lants desire it.
1156Cas. Where are they?
1157Iago. Heere, at the doore: I pray you call them in.
1160With that which he hath drunke to night alreadie,
1161He'l be as full of Quarrell, and offence
1162As my yong Mistris dogge.
1163Now my sicke Foole Rodorigo,
1165To Desdemona hath to night Carrows'd.
1166Potations, pottle-deepe; and he's to watch.
1168(That hold their Honours in a wary distance,
1169The very Elements of this Warrelike Isle)
1171And they Watch too.
1172Now 'mongst this Flocke of drunkards
1175Enter Cassio, Montano, and Gentlemen.
1176If Consequence do but approue my dreame,
1177My Boate sailes freely, both with winde and Streame.
1180Souldier.
1181Iago. Some Wine hoa.
1182And let me the Cannakin clinke, clinke:
1183And let me the Cannakin clinke.
1185Why then let a Souldier drinke.
1186Some Wine Boyes.
1187Cas. 'Fore Heauen: an excellent Song.
1189most potent in Potting. Your Dane, your Germaine,
1190and your swag-belly'd Hollander, (drinke hoa) are
1191nothing to your English.
1193king?
1194Iago. Why, he drinkes you with facillitie, your Dane
1196maine. He giues your Hollander a vomit, ere the next
1197Pottle can be fill'd.
1198Cas. To the health of our Generall.
1201King Stephen was and-a worthy Peere,
1203He held them Six pence all to deere,
1204With that he cal'd the Tailor Lowne:
1205He was a wight of high Renowne,
1206And thou art but of low degree:
1207'Tis Pride that pulls the Country downe,
1208And take thy awl'd Cloake about thee.
1209Some Wine hoa.
1211ther.
1212Iago. Will you heare't againe?
1213Cas. No: for I hold him to be vnworthy of his Place,
1214that do's those things. Well: heau'ns aboue all: and
1216not be saued.
1217Iago. It's true, good Lieutenant.
1219nor any man of qualitie: I hope to be saued.
1221Cassio. I: (but by your leaue) not before me. The
1222Lieutenant is to be saued before the Ancient. Let's haue
1223no more of this: let's to our Affaires. Forgiue vs our
1225thinke Gentlemen, I am drunke: this is my Ancient, this
1226is my right hand, and this is my left. I am not drunke
1228Gent. Excellent well.
1230that I am drunke. Exit.
1232Watch.
1236'Tis to his vertue, a iust Equinox,
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1237The one as long as th'other. 'Tis pittie of him:
1241Mont. But is he often thus?
1243He'le watch the Horologe a double Set,
1244If Drinke rocke not his Cradle.
1245Mont. It were well
1246The Generall were put in mind of it:
1247Perhaps he sees it not, or his good nature
1248Prizes the vertue that appeares in Cassio,
1249And lookes not on his euills: is not this true?
1250Enter Rodorigo.
1251Iago. How now Rodorigo?
1252I pray you after the Lieutenant, go.
1253Mon. And 'tis great pitty, that the Noble Moore
1254Should hazard such a Place, as his owne Second
1255With one of an ingraft Infirmitie,
1257To the Moore.
1259I do loue Cassio well: and would do much
1260To cure him of this euill, But hearke, what noise?
1261Enter Cassio pursuing Rodorigo.
1263Mon. What's the matter Lieutenant?
1264Cas. A Knaue teach me my dutie? Ile beate the
1265Knaue into a Twiggen-Bottle.
1266Rod. Beate me?
1268Mon. Nay, good Lieutenant:
1269I pray you Sir, hold your hand.
1270Cassio. Let me go (Sir)
1271Or Ile knocke you o're the Mazard.
1272Mon. Come, come: you're drunke.
1273Cassio. Drunke?
1275Nay good Lieutenant. Alas Gentlemen:
1276Helpe hoa. Lieutenant. Sir Montano:
1277Helpe Masters. Heere's a goodly Watch indeed.
1278Who's that which rings the Bell: Diablo, hoa:
1280You'le be asham'd for euer.
1281Enter Othello, and Attendants.
1282Othe. What is the matter heere?
1284Othe. Hold for your liues.
1285Iag. Hold hoa: Lieutenant, Sir Montano, Gentlemen:
1289Are we turn'd Turkes? and to our selues do that
1290Which Heauen hath forbid the Ottamittes.
1292He that stirs next, to carue for his owne rage,
1293Holds his soule light: He dies vpon his Motion.
1294Silence that dreadfull Bell, it frights the Isle,
1295From her propriety. What is the matter, Masters?
1296Honest Iago, that lookes dead with greeuing,
1297Speake: who began this? On thy loue I charge thee?
1298Iago. I do not know: Friends all, but now, euen now.
1299In Quarter, and in termes like Bride, and Groome
1300Deuesting them for Bed: and then, but now:
1301(As if some Planet had vnwitted men)
1302Swords out, and tilting one at others breastes,
1304Any begining to this peeuish oddes.
1306Those legges, that brought me to a part of it.
1309Othe. Worthy Montano, you were wont to be ciuill:
1311The world hath noted. And your name is great
1313That you vnlace your reputation thus,
1314And spend your rich opinion, for the name
1315Of a night-brawler? Giue me answer to it.
1317Your Officer Iago, can informe you,
1319Of all that I do know, nor know I ought
1323When violence assailes vs.
1324Othe. Now by Heauen,
1325My blood begins my safer Guides to rule,
1328Or do but lift this Arme, the best of you
1329Shall sinke in my rebuke. Giue me to know
1330How this foule Rout began: Who set it on,
1331And he that is approu'd in this offence,
1332Though he had twinn'd with me, both at a birth,
1333Shall loose me. What in a Towne of warre,
1334Yet wilde, the peoples hearts brim-full of feare,
1335To Manage priuate, and domesticke Quarrell?
1337'Tis monstrous: Iago, who began't?
1340Thou art no Souldier.
1342I had rather haue this tongue cut from my mouth,
1345Shall nothing wrong him. This it is Generall:
1347There comes a Fellow, crying out for helpe,
1348And Cassio following him with determin'd Sword
1349To execute vpon him. Sir, this Gentleman,
1353The Towne might fall in fright. He, (swift of foote)
1354Out-ran my purpose: and I return'd then rather
1355For that I heard the clinke, and fall of Swords,
1356And Cassio high in oath: Which till to night
1357I nere might say before. When I came backe
1358(For this was briefe) I found them close together
1359At blow, and thrust, euen as againe they were
1360When you your selfe did part them.
1361More of this matter cannot I report,
1367Which patience could not passe.
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1368Othe. I know Iago
1369Thy honestie, and loue doth mince this matter,
1371But neuer more be Officer of mine.
1372Enter Desdemona attended.
1373Looke if my gentle Loue be not rais'd vp:
1374Ile make thee an example.
1375Des. What is the matter (Deere?)
1376Othe. All's well, Sweeting:
1377Come away to bed. Sir for your hurts,
1379Iago, looke with care about the Towne,
1381Come Desdemona, 'tis the Soldiers life,
1383Iago. What are you hurt Lieutenant?
1385Iago. Marry Heauen forbid.
1386Cas. Reputation, Reputation, Reputation: Oh I haue
1389Iago, my Reputation.
1396more wayes to recouer the Generall againe. You are
1400him againe, and he's yours.
1406Wine, if thou hast no name to be knowne by, let vs call
1407thee Diuell.
1408Iago. What was he that you follow'd with your
1409Sword? What had he done to you?
1410Cas. I know not.
1417Iago. Why? But you are now well enough: how
1418came you thus recouered?
1423Time, the Place, & the Condition of this Country stands
1425it is, mend it for your owne good.
1427me, I am a drunkard: had I as many mouthes as Hydra,
1431dient is a diuell.
1432Iago. Come, come: good wine, is a good famillar
1433Creature, if it be well vs'd: exclaime no more against it.
1434And good Lieutenant, I thinke, you thinke I loue
1435you.
1436Cassio. I haue well approued it, Sir. I drunke?
1437Iago. You, or any man liuing, may be drunke at a
1438time man. I tell you what you shall do: Our General's
1440for that he hath deuoted, and giuen vp himselfe to the
1441Contemplation, marke: and deuotement of her parts
1443tune her helpe to put you in your place againe. She is
1447you, and her husband, entreat her to splinter. And my
1448Fortunes against any lay worth naming, this cracke of
1452kindnesse.
1455for me: I am desperate of my Fortunes if they check me.
1456Iago. You are in the right: good night Lieutenant, I
1457must to the Watch.
1459 Exit Cassio.
1460Iago. And what's he then,
1461That saies I play the Villaine?
1463Proball to thinking, and indeed the course
1464To win the Moore againe.
1467In any honest Suite. She's fram'd as fruitefull
1468As the free Elements. And then for her
1469To win the Moore, were to renownce his Baptisme,
1470All Seales, and Simbols of redeemed sin:
1471His Soule is so enfetter'd to her Loue,
1473Euen as her Appetite shall play the God,
1474With his weake Function. How am I then a Villaine,
1476Directly to his good? Diuinitie of hell,
1479As I do now. For whiles this honest Foole
1480Plies Desdemona, to repaire his Fortune,
1482Ile powre this pestilence into his eare:
1485She shall vndo her Credite with the Moore.
1486So will I turne her vertue into pitch,
1487And out of her owne goodnesse make the Net,
1489How now Rodorigo?
1490Enter Rodorigo.
1491Rodorigo. I do follow heere in the Chace, not
1492like a Hound that hunts, but one that filles vp the
1494exceedingly well Cudgell'd: And I thinke the issue
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1497turne againe to Venice.
1498Iago.How poore are they that haue not Patience?
1499What wound did euer heale but by degrees?
1500Thou know'st we worke by Wit, and not by Witchcraft
1501And Wit depends on dilatory time:
1502Dos't not go well? Cassio hath beaten thee,
1504Though other things grow faire against the Sun,
1506Content thy selfe, a-while. Introth 'tis Morning;
1508Retire thee, go where thou art Billited:
1510Nay get thee gone. Exit Roderigo.
1511Two things are to be done:
1515Soliciting his wife: I, that's the way:
1517Actus Tertius. Scena Prima.
1518Enter Cassio, Musitians, and Clowne.
1520Something that's briefe: and bid, good morrow General.
1523Mus. How Sir? how?
1526Clo. Oh, thereby hangs a tale.
1532Mus. Well Sir, we will not.
1535nerall do's not greatly care.
1537Clow. Then put vp your Pipes in your bagge, for Ile
1541I heare you.
1542Cassio. Prythee keepe vp thy Quillets, ther's a poore
1543peece of Gold for thee: if the Gentlewoman that attends
1545treats her a little fauour of Speech. Wilt thou do this?
1548Enter Iago.
1549In happy time, Iago.
1550Iago. You haue not bin a-bed then?
1551Cassio. Why no: the day had broke before we parted.
1552I haue made bold (Iago) to send in to your wife:
1556And Ile deuise a meane to draw the Moore
1558May be more free. Exit
1559Cassio. I humbly thanke you for't. I neuer knew
1560A Florentine more kinde, and honest.
1561Enter AEmilia.
1564The Generall and his wife are talking of it,
1566That he you hurt is of great Fame in Cyprus,
1569And needs no other Suitor, but his likings
1570To bring you in againe.
1572If you thinke fit, or that it may be done,
1574With Desdemon alone.
1575AEmil. Pray you come in:
1578Cassio. I am much bound to you.
1579Scoena Secunda.
1580Enter Othello, Iago, and Gentlemen.
1582And by him do my duties to the Senate:
1583That done, I will be walking on the Workes,
1584Repaire there to mee.
1585Iago. Well, my good Lord, Ile doo't.
1588Scoena Tertia.
1589Enter Desdemona, Cassio, and AEmilia.
1591All my abilities in thy behalfe.
1592AEmil. Good Madam do:
1593I warrant it greeues my Husband,
1594As if the cause were his.
1596But I will haue my Lord, and you againe
1597As friendly as you were.
1598Cassio. Bounteous Madam,
1600He's neuer any thing but your true Seruant.
1601Des. I know't: I thanke you: you do loue my Lord:
1602You haue knowne him long, and be you well assur'd
1604Then in a politique distance.
1605Cassio. I, but Lady,
1610My Generall will forget my Loue, and Seruice.
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1612I giue thee warrant of thy place. Assure thee,
1613If I do vow a friendship, Ile performe it
1615Ile watch him tame, and talke him out of patience;
1617Ile intermingle euery thing he do's
1619For thy Solicitor shall rather dye,
1620Then giue thy cause away.
1621Enter Othello, and Iago.
1622AEmil. Madam, heere comes my Lord.
1623Cassio. Madam, Ile take my leaue.
1628Iago. Hah? I like not that.
1630Iago. Nothing my Lord; or if---I know not what.
1634Seeing your comming.
1635Oth. I do beleeue 'twas he.
1636Des. How now my Lord?
1637I haue bin talking with a Suitor heere,
1639Oth. Who is't you meane?
1641If I haue any grace, or power to moue you,
1643For if he be not one, that truly loues' you,
1644That erres in Ignorance, and not in Cunning,
1645I haue no iudgement in an honest face.
1646I prythee call him backe.
1647Oth. Went he hence now?
1649That he hath left part of his greefe with mee
1654Des. Shall't be to night, at Supper?
1655Oth. No, not to night.
1656Des. To morrow Dinner then?
1658I meete the Captaines at the Cittadell.
1661I prythee name the time, but let it not
1662Exceed three dayes. Infaith hee's penitent:
1666T'encurre a priuate checke. When shall he come?
1667Tell me Othello. I wonder in my Soule
1668What you would aske me, that I should deny,
1670That came a woing wirh you? and so many a time
1672Hath tane your part, to haue so much to do
1673To bring him in? Trust me, I could do much.
1674Oth. Prythee no more: Let him come when he will:
1675I will deny thee nothing.
1676Des. Why, this is not a Boone:
1677'Tis as I should entreate you weare your Gloues,
1681Wherein I meane to touch your Loue indeed,
1683And fearefull to be granted.
1684Oth. I will deny thee nothing.
1685Whereon, I do beseech thee, grant me this,
1686To leaue me but a little to my selfe.
1687Des. Shall I deny you? No: farewell my Lord.
1690What ere you be, I am obedient. Exit.
1691Oth. Excellent wretch: Perdition catch my Soule
1692But I do loue thee: and when I loue thee not,
1693Chaos is come againe.
1694Iago. My Noble Lord.
1697When he woo'd my Lady, know of your loue?
1699Why dost thou aske?
1701No further harme.
1702Oth. Why of thy thought, Iago?
1703Iago. I did not thinke he had bin acquainted with hir.
1704Oth. O yes, and went betweene vs very oft.
1705Iago. Indeed?
1707Is he not honest?
1710Iago. My Lord, for ought I know.
1712Iago. Thinke, my Lord?
1713Oth. Thinke, my Lord? Alas, thou ecchos't me;
1718And when I told thee, he was of my Counsaile,
1722Some horrible Conceite. If thou do'st loue me,
1723Shew me thy thought.
1724Iago. My Lord, you know I loue you.
1726And for I know thou'rt full of Loue, and Honestie,
1732That Passion cannot rule.
1740Oth. Nay, yet there's more in this?
1741I prythee speake to me, as to thy thinkings,
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1743The worst of words.
1744Iago. Good my Lord pardon me,
1745Though I am bound to euery Acte of dutie,
1746I am not bound to that: All Slaues are free:
1747Vtter my Thoughts? Why say, they are vild, and falce?
1748As where's that Palace, whereinto foule things
1750Wherein vncleanly Apprehensions
1752With meditations lawfull?
1755A stranger to thy Thoughts.
1757Though I perchance am vicious in my guesse
1758(As I confesse it is my Natures plague
1760Shapes faults that are not) that your wisedome
1762Would take no notice, nor build your selfe a trouble
1764It were not for your quiet, nor your good,
1766To let you know my thoughts.
1768Iago. Good name in Man, & woman (deere my Lord)
1769Is the immediate Iewell of their Soules;
1771'Tis something, nothing;
1773But he that filches from me my good Name,
1774Robs me of that, which not enriches him,
1775And makes me poore indeed.
1776Oth. Ile know thy Thoughts.
1777Iago. You cannot, if my heart were in your hand,
1779Oth. Ha?
1781It is the greene-ey'd Monster, which doth mocke
1782The meate it feeds on. That Cuckold liues in blisse,
1783Who certaine of his Fate, loues not his wronger:
1784But oh, what damned minutes tels he ore,
1787Iago. Poore, and Content, is rich, and rich enough,
1789To him that euer feares he shall be poore:
1790Good Heauen, the Soules of all my Tribe defend
1791From Iealousie.
1792Oth. Why? why is this?
1794To follow still the changes of the Moone
1796Is to be resolu'd: Exchange me for a Goat,
1799Matching thy inference. 'Tis not to make me Iealious,
1800To say my wife is faire, feeds well, loues company,
1801Is free of Speech, Sings, Playes, and Dances:
1802Where Vertue is, these are more vertuous.
1803Nor from mine owne weake merites, will I draw
1806Ile see before I doubt; when I doubt, proue;
1807And on the proofe, there is no more but this,
1808Away at once with Loue, or Iealousie.
1810To shew the Loue and Duty that I beare you
1811With franker spirit. Therefore (as I am bound)
1812Receiue it from me. I speake not yet of proofe:
1814Weare your eyes, thus: not Iealious, nor Secure:
1815I would not haue your free, and Noble Nature,
1816Out of selfe-Bounty, be abus'd: Looke too't:
1818In Venice, they do let Heauen see the prankes
1819They dare not shew their Husbands.
1821Is not to leaue't vndone, but kept vnknowne.
1823Iago. She did deceiue her Father, marrying you,
1825She lou'd them most.
1827Iago. Why go too then:
1830He thought 'twas Witchcraft.
1831But I am much too blame:
1832I humbly do beseech you of your pardon
1833For too much louing you.
1834Oth. I am bound to thee for euer.
1836Oth. Not a iot, not a iot.
1839Comes from your Loue.
1840But I do see y'are moou'd:
1843Then to Suspition.
1844Oth. I will not.
1847Which my Thoughts aym'd not.
1848Cassio's my worthy Friend:
1849My Lord, I see y'are mou'd.
1850Oth. No, not much mou'd:
1853And long liue you to thinke so.
1855Iago. I, there's the point:
1856As (to be bold with you)
1858Of her owne Clime, Complexion, and Degree,
1859Whereto we see in all things, Nature tends:
1861Foule disproportions, Thoughts vnnaturall.
1862But (pardon me) I do not in position
1864Her will, recoyling to her better iudgement,
1865May fal to match you with her Country formes,
1866And happily repent.
1867Oth. Farewell, farewell:
1868If more thou dost perceiue, let me know more:
1869Set on thy wife to obserue.
1870Leaue me Iago.
1871Iago. My Lord, I take my leaue.
1872Othel. Why did I marry?
1874Sees, and knowes more, much more then he vnfolds.
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1875Iago. My Lord, I would I might intreat your Honor
1876To scan this thing no farther: Leaue it to time,
1880You shall by that perceiue him, and his meanes:
1881Note if your Lady straine his Encertainment
1882With any strong, or vehement importunitie,
1883Much will be seene in that: In the meane time,
1884Let me be thought too busie in my feares,
1885(As worthy cause I haue to feare I am)
1886And hold her free, I do beseech your Honor.
1887Oth. Feare not my gouernment.
1890And knowes all Quantities with a learn'd Spirit
1891Of humane dealings. If I do proue her Haggard,
1894To prey at Fortune. Haply, for I am blacke,
1896That Chamberers haue: Or for I am declin'd
1897Into the vale of yeares (yet that's not much)
1898Shee's gone. I am abus'd, and my releefe
1900That we can call these delicate Creatures ours,
1901And not their Appetites? I had rather be a Toad,
1902And liue vpon the vapour of a Dungeon,
1903Then keepe a corner in the thing I loue
1904For others vses. Yet 'tis the plague to Great-ones,
1907Euen then, this forked plague is Fated to vs,
1908When we do quicken. Looke where she comes:
1909Enter Desdemona and AEmilia.
1911Ile not beleeue't.
1913Your dinner, and the generous Islanders
1914By you inuited, do attend your presence.
1915Oth. I am too blame.
1917Are you not well?
1918Oth. I haue a paine vpon my Forehead, heere.
1919Des. Why that's with watching, 'twill away againe.
1920Let me but binde it hard, within this houre
1921It will be well.
1922Oth. Your Napkin is too little:
1923Let it alone: Come, Ile go in with you. Exit.
1925AEmil. I am glad I haue found this Napkin:
1927My wayward Husband hath a hundred times
1931To kisse, and talke too. Ile haue the worke tane out,
1932And giu't Iago: what he will do with it
1933Heauen knowes, not I:
1935Enter Iago.
1936Iago. How now? What do you heere alone?
1937AEmil. Do not you chide: I haue a thing for you.
1938Iago. You haue a thing for me?
1939It is a common thing---
1940AEmil. Hah?
1942AEmil. Oh, is that all? What will you giue me now
1943For that same Handkerchiefe.
1944Iago. What Handkerchiefe?
1945AEmil. What Handkerchiefe?
1950And to th'aduantage, I being heere, took't vp:
1951Looke, heere 'tis.
1952Iago. A good wench, giue it me.
1953AEmil. What will you do with't, that you haue bene
1955Iago. Why, what is that to you?
1957Giu't me againe. Poore Lady, shee'l run mad
1959Iago. Be not acknowne on't:
1964As proofes of holy Writ. This may do something.
1965The Moore already changes with my poyson:
1966Dangerous conceites, are in their Natures poysons,
1968But with a little acte vpon the blood,
1970Enter Othello.
1971Looke where he comes: Not Poppy, nor Mandragora,
1972Nor all the drowsie Syrrups of the world
1976Iago. Why how now Generall? No more of that.
1978I sweare 'tis better to be much abus'd,
1979Then but to know't a little.
1980Iago. How now, my Lord?
1982I saw't not, thought it not: it harm'd not me:
1985He that is robb'd, not wanting what is stolne,
1986Let him not know't, and he's not robb'd at all.
1988Oth. I had beene happy, if the generall Campe,
1990So I had nothing knowne. Oh now, for euer
1991Farewell the Tranquill minde; farewell Content;
1992Farewell the plumed Troopes, and the bigge Warres,
1993That makes Ambition, Vertue! Oh farewell;
1994Farewell the neighing Steed, and the shrill Trumpe,
1995The Spirit-stirring Drum, th'Eare-piercing Fife,
1996The Royall Banner, and all Qualitie,
1997Pride, Pompe, and Circumstance of glorious Warre:
1999Th'immortall Ioues dread Clamours, counterfet,
2000Farewell: Othello's Occupation's gone.
2003Be sure of it: Giue me the Occular proofe,
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2004Or by the worth of mine eternall Soule,
2005Thou had'st bin better haue bin borne a Dog
2006Then answer my wak'd wrath.
2007Iago. Is't come to this?
2009That the probation beare no Hindge, nor Loope,
2010To hang a doubt on: Or woe vpon thy life.
2011Iago. My Noble Lord.
2013Neuer pray more: Abandon all remorse
2014On Horrors head, Horrors accumulate:
2015Do deeds to make Heauen weepe, all Earth amaz'd;
2016For nothing canst thou to damnation adde,
2017Greater then that.
2018Iago. O Grace! O Heauen forgiue me!
2019Are you a Man? Haue you a Soule? or Sense?
2020God buy you: take mine Office. Oh wretched Foole,
2022Oh monstrous world! Take note, take note (O World)
2024I thanke you for this profit, and from hence
2028And looses that it workes for.
2029Oth. By the World,
2031I thinke that thou art iust, and thinke thou art not:
2033As Dians Visage, is now begrim'd and blacke
2034As mine owne face. If there be Cords, or Kniues,
2038I do repent me, that I put it to you.
2040Oth. Would? Nay, and I will.
2043Behold her top'd?
2044Oth. Death, and damnation. Oh!
2048More then their owne. What then? How then?
2051Were they as prime as Goates, as hot as Monkeyes,
2053As Ignorance, made drunke. But yet, I say,
2055Which leade directly to the doore of Truth,
2061I will go on. I lay with Cassio lately,
2062And being troubled with a raging tooth,
2063I could not sleepe. There are a kinde of men,
2067Let vs be wary, let vs hide our Loues,
2068And then (Sir) would he gripe, and wring my hand:
2070As if he pluckt vp kisses by the rootes,
2071That grew vpon my lippes, laid his Leg ore my Thigh,
2073That gaue thee to the Moore.
2075Iago. Nay, this was but his Dreame.
2077'Tis a shrew'd doubt, though it be but a Dreame.
2078Iago, And this may helpe to thicken other proofes,
2079That do demonstrate thinly.
2080Oth. Ile teare her all to peeces.
2082She may be honest yet: Tell me but this,
2084Spotted with Strawberries, in your wiues hand?
2087(I am sure it was your wiues) did I to day
2088See Cassio wipe his Beard with.
2089Oth. If it be that.
2090Iago. If it be that, or any, it was hers.
2093One is too poore, too weake for my reuenge.
2094Now do I see 'tis true. Looke heere Iago,
2095All my fond loue thus do I blow to Heauen. 'Tis gone,
2096Arise blacke vengeance, from the hollow hell,
2097Yeeld vp (O Loue) thy Crowne, and hearted Throne
2098To tyrannous Hate. Swell bosome with thy fraught,
2099For 'tis of Aspickes tongues.
2100Iago. Yet be content.
2101Oth. Oh blood, blood, blood.
2103Oth. Neuer Iago. Like to the Ponticke Sea,
2105Neu'r keepes retyring ebbe, but keepes due on
2106To the Proponticke, and the Hellespont:
2107Euen so my bloody thoughts, with violent pace
2108Shall neu'r looke backe, neu'r ebbe to humble Loue,
2109Till that a capeable, and wide Reuenge
2110Swallow them vp. Now by yond Marble Heauen,
2111In the due reuerence of a Sacred vow,
2112I heere engage my words.
2114Witnesse you euer-burning Lights aboue,
2115You Elements, that clip vs round about,
2116Witnesse that heere Iago doth giue vp
2117The execution of his wit, hands, heart,
2121Oth. I greet thy loue,
2122Not with vaine thanks, but with acceptance bounteous,
2123And will vpon the instant put thee too't.
2125That Cassio's not aliue.
2126Iago. My Friend is dead:
2127'Tis done at your Request.
2128But let her liue.
2129Oth. Damne her lewde Minx:
2130O damne her, damne her.
2131Come go with me a-part, I will withdraw
2133For the faire Diuell.
2134Now art thou my Lieutenant.
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2136Scaena Quarta.
2137Enter Desdemona, AEmilia, and Clown.
2139lyes?
2141Des. Why man?
2143'tis stabbing.
2144Des. Go too: where lodges he?
2145Clo. To tell you where he lodges, is to tel you where
2146I lye.
2150to lye in mine owne throat.
2152port?
2153Clo. I will Catechize the world for him, that is, make
2155Des. Seeke him, bidde him come hither: tell him, I
2156haue moou'd my Lord on his behalfe, and hope all will
2157be well.
2159and therefore I will attempt the doing it. Exit Clo.
2161milia?
2162AEmil. I know not Madam.
2164Full of Cruzadoes. And but my Noble Moore
2166As iealious Creatures are, it were enough
2167To put him to ill-thinking.
2168AEmil. Is he not iealious?
2169Des. Who, he? I thinke the Sun where he was borne,
2171AEmil. Looke where he comes.
2172Enter Othello.
2174Call'd to him. How is't with you, my Lord?
2176How do you, Desdemona?
2177Des. Well, my good Lord.
2178Oth. Giue me your hand.
2179This hand is moist, my Lady.
2182Hot, hot, and moyst. This hand of yours requires
2185For heere's a yong, and sweating Diuell heere
2186That commonly rebels: 'Tis a good hand,
2187A franke one.
2189For 'twas that hand that gaue away my heart.
2190Oth. A liberall hand. The hearts of old, gaue hands:
2191But our new Heraldry is hands, not hearts.
2193Come, now your promise.
2197Lend me thy Handkerchiefe.
2198Des. Heere my Lord.
2199Oth. That which I gaue you.
2200Des. I haue it not about me.
2201Oth. Not?
2202Des. No indeed, my Lord.
2203Oth. That's a fault: That Handkerchiefe
2204Did an AEgyptian to my Mother giue:
2205She was a Charmer, and could almost read
2206The thoughts of people. She told her, while she kept it,
2207'T would make her Amiable, and subdue my Father
2209Or made a Guift of it, my Fathers eye
2210Should hold her loathed, and his Spirits should hunt
2211After new Fancies. She dying, gaue it me,
2212And bid me (when my Fate would haue me Wiu'd)
2213To giue it her. I did so; and take heede on't,
2214Make it a Darling, like your precious eye:
2216As nothing else could match.
2218Oth. 'Tis true: There's Magicke in the web of it:
2219A Sybill that had numbred in the world
2221In her Prophetticke furie sow'd the Worke:
2222The Wormes were hallowed, that did breede the Silke,
2223And it was dyde in Mummey, which the Skilfull
2224Conseru'd of Maidens hearts.
2225Des. Indeed? Is't true?
2228Oth. Ha? wherefore?
2232Oth. Say you?
2234Oth. How?
2238This is a tricke to put me from my suite,
2239Pray you let Cassio be receiu'd againe.
2240Oth. Fetch me the Handkerchiefe,
2241My minde mis-giues.
2243ent man.
2244Oth. The Handkerchiefe.
2245Des. A man that all his time
2246Hath founded his good Fortunes on your loue;
2247Shar'd dangers with you.
2248Oth. The Handkerchiefe.
2251AEmil. Is not this man iealious?
2253Sure, there's some wonder in this Handkerchikfe,
2256They are all but Stomackes, and we all but Food,
2257They eate vs hungerly, and when they are full
2258They belch vs.
2259Enter Iago, and Cassio.
2260Looke you, Cassio and my Husband.
2262And loe the happinesse: go, and importune her.
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2264you?
2266That by your vertuous meanes, I may againe
2267Exist, and be a member of his loue,
2268Whom I, with all the Office of my heart
2269Intirely honour, I would not be delayd.
2272Nor purpos'd merit in futurity,
2273Can ransome me into his loue againe,
2275So shall I cloath me in a forc'd content,
2277To Fortunes Almes.
2279My Aduocation is not now in Tune;
2280My Lord, is not my Lord; nor should I know him,
2281Were he in Fauour, as in Humour alter'd.
2286What I can do, I will: and more I will
2288Iago. Is my Lord angry?
2289AEmil. He went hence but now:
2292When it hath blowne his Rankes into the Ayre,
2293And like the Diuell from his very Arme
2294Puff't his owne Brother: And is he angry?
2295Something of moment then: I will go meet him,
2296There's matter in't indeed, if he be angry. Exit
2299Made demonstrable heere in Cyprus, to him,
2301Mens Natures wrangle with inferiour things,
2303For let our finger ake, and it endues
2305Of paine. Nay, we must thinke men are not Gods,
2308I was (vnhandsome Warrior, as I am)
2311And he's Indited falsely.
2312AEmil. Pray heauen it bee
2313State matters, as you thinke, and no Conception,
2314Nor no Iealious Toy, concerning you.
2317They are not euer iealious for the cause,
2318But iealious, for they're iealious. It is a Monster
2321AEmil. Lady, Amen.
2326Enter Bianca.
2328Cassio. What make you from home?
2329How is't with you, my most faire Bianca?
2332What? keepe a weeke away? Seuen dayes, and Nights?
2334More tedious then the Diall, eight score times?
2335Oh weary reck'ning.
2336Cassio. Pardon me, Bianca:
2337I haue this while with leaden thoughts beene prest,
2338But I shall in a more continuate time
2340Take me this worke out.
2342This is some Token from a newer Friend,
2344Is't come to this? Well, well.
2345Cassio. Go too, woman:
2346Throw your vilde gesses in the Diuels teeth,
2347From whence you haue them. You are iealious now,
2349No, in good troth Bianca.
2350Bian. Why, who's is it?
2351Cassio. I know not neither:
2352I found it in my Chamber,
2353I like the worke well; Ere it be demanded
2354(As like enough it will) I would haue it coppied:
2355Take it, and doo't, and leaue me for this time.
2356Bian. Leaue you? Wherefore?
2357Cassio. I do attend heere on the Generall,
2358And thinke it no addition nor my wish
2359To haue him see me woman'd.
2360Bian. Why, I ptay you?
2361Cassio. Not that I loue you not.
2362Bian. But that you do not loue me.
2363I pray you bring me on the way a little,
2365Cassio. 'Tis but a little way that I can bring you,
2368 Exeunt omnes.
2369Actus Quartus. Scena Prima.
2370Enter Othello, and Iago.
2375Iago. Or to be naked with her Friend in bed,
2376An houre, or more, not meaning any harme?
2380The Diuell their vertue tempts, and they tempt Heauen.
2382But if I giue my wife a Handkerchiefe.
2383Oth. What then?
2384Iago. Why then 'tis hers (my Lord) and being hers,
2385She may (I thinke) bestow't on any man.
2387May she giue that?
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2389They haue it very oft, that haue it not.
2390But for the Handkerchiefe.
2394Boading to all) he had my Handkerchiefe.
2395Iago. I: what of that?
2399Who hauing by their owne importunate suit,
2402But they must blab.)
2405No more then he'le vn-sweare.
2407Iago. Why, that he did: I know not what he did.
2408Othe. What? What?
2409Iago. Lye.
2410Oth. With her?
2411Iago. With her? On her: what you will.
2413when they be-lye-her. Lye with her: that's fullsome:
2416and then to confesse: I tremble at it. Nature would not
2420kerchiefe? O diuell. Falls in a Traunce.
2421Iago. Worke on,
2422My Medicine workes. Thus credulous Fooles are caught,
2423And many worthy, and chast Dames euen thus,
2424(All guiltlesse) meete reproach: what hoa? My Lord?
2426Enter Cassio.
2427How now Cassio?
2428Cas. What's the matter?
2431Cas. Rub him about the Temples.
2433If not, he foames at mouth: and by and by
2435Do you withdraw your selfe a little while,
2436He will recouer straight: when he is gone,
2438How is it Generall? Haue you not hurt your head?
2440Iago. I mocke you not, by Heauen:
2441Would you would beare your Fortune like a Man.
2444And many a ciuill Monster.
2446Iago. Good Sir, be a man:
2447Thinke euery bearded fellow that's but yoak'd
2448May draw with you. There's Millions now aliue,
2449That nightly lye in those vnproper beds,
2451Oh, 'tis the spight of hell, the Fiends Arch-mock,
2452To lip a wanton in a secure Cowch;
2456Iago. Stand you a while apart,
2458Whil'st you were heere, o're-whelmed with your griefe
2462Bad him anon returne: and heere speake with me,
2463The which he promis'd. Do but encaue your selfe,
2464And marke the Fleeres, the Gybes, and notable Scornes
2465That dwell in euery Region of his face.
2466For I will make him tell the Tale anew;
2467Where, how, how oft, how long ago, and when
2468He hath, and is againe to cope your wife.
2471And nothing of a man.
2473I will be found most cunning in my Patience:
2476But yet keepe time in all: will you withdraw?
2479Buyes her selfe Bread, and Cloath. It is a Creature
2480That dotes on Cassio, (as 'tis the Strumpets plague
2481To be-guile many, and be be-guil'd by one)
2482He, when he heares of her, cannot restraine
2483From the excesse of Laughter. Heere he comes.
2484Enter Cassio.
2488Quite in the wrong. How do you Lieutenant?
2490Whose want euen killes me.
2492Now, if this Suit lay in Bianca's dowre,
2495Oth. Looke how he laughes already.
2500Oth. Now he importunes him
2503Do you intend it?
2504Cas. Ha, ha, ha.
2505Oth. Do ye triumph, Romaine? do you triumph?
2507Some Charitie to my wit, do not thinke it
2508So vnwholesome. Ha, ha, ha.
2510Iago. Why the cry goes, that you marry her.
2514Cas. This is the Monkeys owne giuing out:
2515She is perswaded I will marry her
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2519uery place. I was the other day talking on the Sea-
2520banke with certaine Venetians, and thither comes the
2521Bauble, and falls me thus about my neck.
2523ports it.
2524Cassio. So hangs, and lolls, and weepes vpon me:
2525So shakes, and pulls me. Ha, ha, ha.
2528shall throw it to.
2531Enter Bianca.
2533What do you meane by this haunting of me?
2534Bian. Let the diuell, and his dam haunt you: what
2535did you meane by that same Handkerchiefe, you gaue
2537out the worke? A likely piece of worke, that you should
2538finde it in your Chamber, and know not who left it there.
2541it, Ile take out no worke on't.
2543How now? How now?
2546you will not, come when you are next prepar'd for. Exit
2547Iago. After her: after her.
2552ry faine speake with you.
2553Cas. Prythee come: will you?
2556Iago. Did you perceiue how he laugh'd at his vice?
2557Oth. Oh, Iago.
2559Oth. Was that mine?
2562hath giu'n it his whore.
2563Oth. I would haue him nine yeeres a killing:
2570perours side, and command him Taskes.
2571Iago. Nay, that's not your way.
2575teous wit, and inuention?
2578And then of so gentle a condition?
2579Iago. I too gentle.
2580Othe. Nay that's certaine:
2581But yet the pitty of it, Iago: oh Iago, the pitty of it
2582Iago.
2584pattent to offend, for if it touch not you, it comes neere
2585no body.
2587Iago. Oh, 'tis foule in her.
2589Iago. That's fouler.
2592uide my mind againe: this night Iago.
2594Euen the bed she hath contaminated.
2595Oth. Good, good:
2598You shall heare more by midnight.
2599Enter Lodouico, Desdemona, and Attendants.
2602'Tis Lodouico, this, comes from the Duke.
2603See, your wife's with him.
2604Lodo. Saue you worthy Generall.
2605Othe. With all my heart Sir.
2606Lod. The Duke, and the Senators of Venice greet you.
2608Des. And what's the newes, good cozen Lodouico?
2610Welcome to Cyprus.
2612Iago. Liues Sir,
2613Des. Cozen, there's falne betweene him, & my Lord,
2614An vnkind breach: but you shall make all well.
2616Des. My Lord?
2617Othe. This faile you not to do, as you will---
2621T'attone them, for the loue I beare to Cassio.
2625Des. What is he angrie?
2626Lod. May be th Letter mou'd him.
2627For as I thinke, they do command him home,
2628Deputing Cassio in his Gouernment.
2630Othe. Indeed?
2631Des. My Lord?
2634Othe. Diuell.
2636Lod. My Lord, this would not be beleeu'd in Venice,
2638Make her amends: she weepes.
2639Othe. Oh diuell, diuell:
2640If that the Earth could teeme with womans teares,
2641Each drop she falls, would proue a Crocodile:
2642Out of my sight.
2644Lod. Truely obedient Lady:
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2647Des. My Lord.
2648Othe. What would you with her, Sir?
2649Lod. Who I, my Lord?
2651Sir, she can turne, and turne: and yet go on
2652And turne againe. And she can weepe, Sir, weepe.
2654Very obedient: proceed you in your teares.
2655Concerning this Sir, (oh well-painted passion)
2656I am commanded home: get you away:
2657Ile send for you anon. Sir I obey the Mandate,
2658And will returne to Venice. Hence, auaunt:
2660I do entreat, that we may sup together.
2661You are welcome Sir to Cyprus.
2662Goates, and Monkeys. Exit.
2663Lod. Is this the Noble Moore, whom our full Senate
2666The shot of Accident, nor dart of Chance
2667Could neither graze, nor pierce?
2668Iago. He is much chang'd.
2671What he might be: if what he might, he is not,
2672I would to heauen he were.
2673Lod. What? Strike his wife?
2677Or did the Letters, worke vpon his blood,
2678And new create his fault?
2679Iago. Alas, alas:
2684And marke how he continues.
2686Scena Secunda.
2687Enter Othello, and AEmilia.
2692Each syllable that breath made vp betweene them.
2694AEmil. Neuer my Lord.
2696AEmil. Neuer.
2697Othe. To fetch her Fan, her Gloues, her Mask, nor no (thing?
2701Lay downe my Soule at stake: If you thinke other,
2703If any wretch haue put this in your head,
2704Let Heauen requit it with the Serpents curse,
2706There's no man happy. The purest of their Wiues
2707Is foule as Slander.
2713Enter Desdemona, and AEmilia.
2714Des. My Lord, what is your will?
2715Othe. Pray you Chucke come hither.
2718Des. What horrible Fancie's this?
2720Leaue Procreants alone, and shut the doore:
2721Cough, or cry hem; if any body come:
2724I vnderstand a Fury in your words.
2725Othe. Why? What art thou?
2726Des. Your wife my Lord: your true and loyall wife.
2729feare to ceaze thee. Therefore be double damn'd: sweare
2730thou art honest.
2731Des. Heauen doth truely know it.
2733Des. To whom my Lord?
2734With whom? How am I false?
2736Des. Alas the heauy day: why do you weepe?
2737Am I the motiue of these teares my Lord?
2739An Instrument of this your calling backe,
2740Lay not your blame on me: if you haue lost him,
2741I haue lost him too.
2742Othe. Had it pleas'd Heauen,
2744All kind of Sores, and Shames on my bare-head:
2745Steep'd me in pouertie to the very lippes.
2746Giuen to Captiuitie, me, and my vtmost hopes,
2748A drop of patience. But alas, to make me
2749The fixed Figure for the time of Scorne,
2751Yet could I beare that too, well, very well:
2752But there where I haue garnerd vp my heart,
2753Where either I must liue, or beare no life,
2754The Fountaine from the which my currant runnes,
2756Or keepe it as a Cesterne, for foule Toades
2757To knot and gender in. Turne thy complexion there:
2758Patience, thou young and Rose-lip'd Cherubin,
2759I heere looke grim as hell.
2761Othe. Oh I, as Sommer Flyes are in the Shambles,
2762That quicken euen with blowing. Oh thou weed:
2764That the Sense akes at thee,
2765Would thou had'st neuer bin borne.
2768Made to write Whore vpon? What commited,
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332 The Tragedie of Othello
2769Committed? Oh, thou publicke Commoner,
2770I should make very Forges of my cheekes,
2771That would to Cynders burne vp Modestie,
2772Did I but speake thy deedes. What commited?
2774The baudy winde that kisses all it meetes,
2775Is hush'd within the hollow Myne of Earth
2776And will not hear't. What commited?
2777Des. By Heauen you do me wrong.
2778Othe. Are not you a Strumpet?
2781From any other foule vnlawfull touch
2782Be not to be a Strumpet, I am none.
2783Othe. What, not a Whore?
2786Des. Oh Heauen forgiue vs.
2787Othe. I cry you mercy then.
2788I tooke you for that cunning Whore of Venice,
2790Enter AEmilia.
2792And keepes the gate of hell. You, you: I you.
2793We haue done our course: there's money for your paines:
2795AEmil. Alas, what do's this Gentleman conceiue?
2796How do you Madam? how do you my good Lady?
2798AEmi. Good Madam,
2799What's the matter with my Lord?
2800Des. With who?
2801AEmil. Why, with my Lord, Madam?
2802Des. Who is thy Lord?
2805I cannot weepe: nor answeres haue I none,
2806But what should go by water. Prythee to night,
2807Lay on my bed my wedding sheetes, remember,
2808And call thy husband hither.
2811How haue I bin behau'd, that he might sticke
2813Enter Iago, and AEmilia.
2815How is't with you?
2817Do it with gentle meanes, and easie taskes.
2818He might haue chid me so: for in good faith
2819I am a Child to chiding.
2820Iago. What is the matter Lady?
2823That true hearts cannot beare it.
2824Des. Am I that name, Iago?
2825Iago. What name (faire Lady?)
2827AEmil. He call'd her whore: a Begger in his drinke:
2828Could not haue laid such termes vpon his Callet.
2831Iago. Do not weepe, do not weepe: alas the day.
2833Her Father? And her Country? And her Friends?
2834To be call'd Whore? Would it not make one weepe?
2835Des. It is my wretched Fortune.
2837How comes this Tricke vpon him?
2838Des. Nay, Heauen doth know.
2842Haue not deuis'd this Slander: I will be hang'd else.
2845AEmil. A halter pardon him:
2846And hell gnaw his bones.
2847Why should he call her Whore?
2848Who keepes her companie?
2849What Place? What Time?
2850What Forme? What liklyhood?
2854And put in euery honest hand a whip
2857Iago. Speake within doore.
2861Iago. You are a Foole: go too.
2862Des. Alas Iago,
2863What shall I do to win my Lord againe?
2864Good Friend, go to him: for by this light of Heauen,
2865I know not how I lost him. Heere I kneele:
2868Or that mine Eyes, mine Eares, or any Sence
2870Or that I do not yet, and euer did,
2872To beggerly diuorcement) Loue him deerely,
2874And his vnkindnesse may defeat my life,
2875But neuer taynt my Loue. I cannot say Whore,
2876It do's abhorre me now I speake the word,
2877To do the Act, that might the addition earne,
2878Not the worlds Masse of vanitie could make me.
2879Iago. I pray you be content: 'tis but his humour:
2881Des. If 'twere no other.
2885Go in, and weepe not: all things shall be well.
2886 Exeunt Desdemona and AEmilia.
2887Enter Rodorigo.
2888How now Rodorigo?
2891Iago. What in the contrarie?
2895uantage of hope: I will indeed no longer endure it. Nor
2896am I yet perswaded to put vp in peace, what already I
2898Iago. Will you heare me Rodorigo?
Rodori. I
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2899Rodori. I haue heard too much: and your words and
2900Performances are no kin together.
2903selfe out of my meanes. The Iewels you haue had from
2904me to deliuer Desdemona, would halfe haue corrupted a
2908Iago. Well, go too: very well.
2909Rod. Very well, go too: I cannot go too, (man) nor
2910tis not very well. Nay I think it is scuruy: and begin to
2912Iago. Very well.
2913Rodor. I tell you, 'tis not very well: I will make my
2915Iewels, I will giue ouer my Suit, and repent my vnlaw-
2920ment of doing.
2923pinion then euer before: giue me thy hand Rodorigo.
2926Affaire.
2927Rod. It hath not appeer'd.
2928Iago. I grant indeed it hath not appeer'd: and
2930But Rodorigo, if thou hast that in thee indeed, which
2931I haue greater reason to beleeue now then euer (I
2932meane purpose, Courage, and Valour) this night
2933shew it. If thou the next night following enioy not
2935rie, and deuise Engines for my life.
2937passe?
2941returne againe to Venice.
2942Iago. Oh no: he goes into Mauritania and taketh
2945in none can be so determinate, as the remouing of
2946Cassio.
2947Rod. How do you meane remouing him?
2948Iago. Why, by making him vncapable of Othello's
2949place: knocking out his braines.
2950Rod. And that you would haue me to do.
2952right. He sups to night with a Harlotry: and thither
2953will I go to him. He knowes not yet of his Honourable
2954Fortune, if you will watch his going thence (which
2955I will fashion to fall out betweene twelue and one)
2956you may take him at your pleasure. I will be neere
2958vs. Come, stand not amaz'd at it, but go along with
2962About it.
2965Scena Tertia.
2966Enter Othello, Lodouico, Desdemona, AEmilia,
2967and Atendants.
2969Oth. Oh pardon me: 'twill do me good to walke.
2970Lodoui. Madam, good night: I humbly thanke your
2971Ladyship.
2974Des. My Lord.
2977be done. Exit.
2978Des. I will my Lord.
2979AEm. How goes it now? He lookes gentler then he did.
2981And hath commanded me to go to bed,
2985Giue me my nightly wearing, and adieu.
2990(Prythee vn-pin me) haue grace and fauour.
2993If I do die before, prythee shrow'd me
2995AEmil. Come, come: you talke.
2996Des. My Mother had a Maid call'd Barbarie,
2997She was in loue: and he she lou'd prou'd mad,
2998And did forsake her. She had a Song of Willough,
2999An old thing 'twas: but it express'd her Fortune,
3001Will not go from my mind: I haue much to do,
3002But to go hang my head all at one side
3004AEmi. Shall I go fetch your Night-gowne?
3005Des. No, vn-pin me here,
3006This Lodouico is a proper man.
3009AEmil. I know a Lady in Venice would haue walk'd
3010barefoot to Palestine for a touch of his nether lip.
3013Her hand on her bosome her head on her knee,
3016Sing Willough, &c.
3022(Nay that's not next. Harke, who is't that knocks?
3023AEmil. It's the wind.
3025Sing Willough, &c.
3026If I court mo women, you'le couch with mo men.
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334 The Tragedie of Othello.
3027So get thee gone, good night: mine eyes do itch:
3028Doth that boade weeping?
3029AEmil, 'Tis neyther heere, nor there.
3032That there be women do abuse their husbands
3036AEmil. Why, would not you?
3037Des. No, by this Heauenly light.
3038AEmil. Nor I neither, by this Heauenly light:
3039I might doo't as well i'th'darke.
3041AEmil. The world's a huge thing:
3042It is a great price, for a small vice.
3045I had done. Marry, I would not doe such a thing for a
3046ioynt Ring, nor for measures of Lawne, nor for Gownes,
3047Petticoats, nor Caps, nor any petty exhibition. But for
3048all the whole world: why, who would not make her hus-
3050ture Purgatory for't.
3052For the whole world.
3053AEmil. Why, the wrong is but a wrong i'th'world;
3054and hauing the world for your labour, 'tis a wrong in
3055your owne world, and you might quickly make it right.
3057AEmil. Yes, a dozen: and as many to'th'vantage, as
3058would store the world they plaid for.
3059But I do thinke it is their Husbands faults
3060If Wiues do fall: (Say, that they slacke their duties,
3061And powre our Treasures into forraigne laps;
3065Why we haue galles: and though we haue some Grace,
3066Yet haue we some Reuenge. Let Husbands know,
3069As Husbands haue. What is it that they do,
3070When they change vs for others? Is it Sport?
3072I thinke it doth. Is't Frailty that thus erres?
3074Desires for Sport? and Frailty, as men haue?
3077Des. Good night, good night:
3079Not to picke bad, from bad; but by bad, mend. Exeunt
3080Actus Quintus. Scena Prima.
3081Enter Iago, and Rodorigo.
3083Straight will he come:
3084Weare thy good Rapier bare, and put it home:
3085Quicke, quicke, feare nothing; Ile be at thy Elbow,
3086It makes vs, or it marres vs, thinke on that,
3090Rod. I haue no great deuotion to the deed,
3092'Tis but a man gone. Forth my Sword: he dies.
3094And he growes angry. Now, whether he kill Cassio,
3095Or Cassio him, or each do kill the other,
3096Euery way makes my gaine. Liue Rodorigo,
3097He calles me to a restitution large
3098Of Gold, and Iewels, that I bob'd from him,
3099As Guifts to Desdemona.
3101He hath a dayly beauty in his life,
3102That makes me vgly: and besides, the Moore
3103May vnfold me to him: there stand I in much perill:
3105Enter Cassio.
3108But that my Coate is better then thou know'st:
3109I will make proofe of thine.
3111Cassio. I am maym'd for euer:
3112Helpe hoa: Murther, murther.
3113Enter Othello.
3115Rod. O Villaine that I am.
3117Cas. Oh helpe hoa: Light, a Surgeon.
3120Thou teachest me. Minion, your deere lyes dead,
3121And your vnblest Fate highes: Strumpet I come:
3122For of my heart, those Charmes thine Eyes, are blotted.
3124 Exit Othello.
3125Enter Lodouico and Gratiano.
3127Murther, Murther.
3129Cas. Oh helpe.
3130Lodo. Hearke.
3131Rod. Oh wretched Villaine.
3132Lod. Two or three groane. 'Tis heauy night;
3134To come into the cry, without more helpe.
3136Enter Iago.
3137Lod. Hearke.
3139Weapons.
3140Iago. Who's there?
3141Who's noyse is this that cries on murther?
3142Lodo. We do not know.
3143Iago. Do not you heare a cry?
3145Iago. What's the matter?
3151Iago. O mee, Lieutenant!
3152What Villaines haue done this?
3153Cas. I thinke that one of them is heereabout.
And
the Moore of Venice. 335
3154And cannot make away.
3155Iago. Oh treacherous Villaines:
3156What are you there? Come in, and giue some helpe.
3157Rod. O helpe me there.
3158Cassio. That's one of them.
3159Iago. Oh murd'rous Slaue! O Villaine!
3160Rod. O damn'd Iago! O inhumane Dogge!
3161Iago. Kill men i'th'darke?
3162Where be these bloody Theeues?
3163How silent is this Towne? Hoa, murther, murther.
3164What may you be? Are you of good, or euill?
3166Iago. Signior Lodouico?
3167Lod. He Sir.
3170Iago. How is't Brother?
3171Cas. My Legge is cut in two.
3172Iago. Marry heauen forbid:
3173Light Gentlemen, Ile binde it with my shirt.
3174Enter Bianca.
3175Bian. What is the matter hoa? Who is't that cry'd?
3176Iago. Who is't that cry'd?
3180Who they should be, that haue thus mangled you?
3181Cas. No.
3183I haue beene to seeke you.
3184Iago. Lend me a Garter. So: ---Oh for a Chaire
3185To beare him easily hence.
3188To be a party in this Iniurie.
3189Patience awhile, good Cassio. Come, come;
3190Lend me a Light: know we this face, or no?
3191Alas my Friend, and my deere Countryman
3192Rodorigo? No: Yes sure: Yes, 'tis Rodorigo.
3193Gra. What, of Venice?
3194Iago. Euen he Sir: Did you know him?
3195Gra. Know him? I.
3196Iago. Signior Gratiano? I cry your gentle pardon:
3201Gra. Rodorigo?
3202Iago. He, he, 'tis he:
3203Oh that's well said, the Chaire.
3204Some good man beare him carefully from hence,
3205Ile fetch the Generall's Surgeon. For you Mistris,
3207Was my deere friend. What malice was between you?
3208Cas. None in the world: nor do I know the man?
3210Stay you good Gentlemen. Looke you pale, Mistris?
3213Behold her well: I pray you looke vpon her:
3215Though tongues were out of vse.
3216AEmil. Alas, what is the matter?
3217What is the matter, Husband?
3219By Rodorigo, and Fellowes that are scap'd:
3224What, do you shake at that?
3229As you that thus abuse me.
3230AEmil. As I? Fie vpon thee.
3231Iago. Kinde Gentlemen:
3234AEmilia, run you to the Cittadell,
3235And tell my Lord and Lady, what hath happ'd:
3236Will you go on afore? This is the night
3237That either makes me, or foredoes me quight. Exeunt
3238Scoena Secunda.
3239Enter Othello, and Desdemona in her bed.
3241Let me not name it to you, you chaste Starres,
3246Put out the Light, and then put out the Light:
3248I can againe thy former light restore,
3249Should I repent me. But once put out thy Light,
3250Thou cunning'st Patterne of excelling Nature,
3251I know not where is that Promethaean heate
3252That can thy Light re-Lume.
3253When I haue pluck'd thy Rose,
3254I cannot giue it vitall growth againe,
3257Iustice to breake her Sword. One more, one more:
3258Be thus when thou art dead, and I will kill thee,
3259And loue thee after. One more, and that's the last.
3261But they are cruell Teares: This sorrow's heauenly,
3265Des. Will you come to bed, my Lord?
3267Des. I my Lord.
3269Vnreconcil'd as yet to Heauen, and Grace,
3270Solicite for it straight.
3271Des. Alacke, my Lord,
3272What may you meane by that?
3273Oth. Well, do it, and be breefe, I will walke by:
3274I would not kill thy vnprepared Spirit,
3275No, Heauens fore-fend) I would not kill thy Soule.
3276Des. Talke you of killing?
3277Oth. I, I do.
3278Des. Then Heauen haue mercy on mee.
Oth.
336 The Tragedie of Othello
3279Oth. Amen, with all my heart.
3281Oth. Humh.
3282Des. And yet I feare you: for you're fatall then
3283When your eyes rowle so.
3284Why I should feare, I know not,
3285Since guiltinesse I know not: But yet I feele I feare.
3287Des. They are Loues I beare to you.
3289Des. That death's vnnaturall, that kils for louing.
3290Alas, why gnaw you so your nether-lip?
3292These are portents: but yet I hope, I hope,
3293They do not point on me.
3296Oth. That Handkerchiefe
3299And aske him.
3300Oth. Sweet Soule, take heed, take heed of Periury,
3301Thou art on thy death-bed.
3302Des. I, but not yet to dye.
3305For to deny each Article with Oath,
3306Cannot remoue, nor choake the strong Conception
3307That I do grone withall. Thou art to dye.
3308Des. O Heauen haue mercy on me.
3310Des. And haue you mercy too. I neuer did
3312But with such generall warrantie of Heauen,
3313As I might loue. I neuer gaue him Token.
3316And makes me call, what I intend to do,
3317A Murther, which I thought a Sacrifice.
3318I saw the Handkerchiefe.
3319Des. He found it then:
3320I neuer gaue it him: Send, for him hither:
3321Let him confesse a truth.
3323Des. What, my Lord?
3324Oth. That he hath vs'd thee.
3325Des. How? vnlawfully?
3326Oth. I.
3329Honest Iago hath 'tane order for't.
3330Des. Oh, my feare interprets. What is he dead?
3331Oth. Had all his haires bin liues, my great Reuenge
3332Had stomacke for them all.
3333Des. Alas, he is betray'd, and I vndone.
3336Oth. Downe Strumpet.
3337Des. Kill me to morrow, let me liue to night.
3339Des. But halfe an houre.
3343AEmilia at the doore.
3344AEmil My Lord, my Lord? What hoa?
3345My Lord, my Lord.
3347I that am cruell, am yet mercifull,
3348I would not haue thee linger in thy paine?
3349So, so.
3351Oth. Who's there?
3353with you.
3356The noise was high. Hah, no more moouing?
3357Still as the Graue. Shall she come in? Wer't good?
3360My wife, my wife: what wife? I haue no wife.
3361Oh insupportable! Oh heauy houre!
3363Of Sunne, and Moone; and that th'affrighted Globe
3364Did yawne at Alteration.
3366That I may speake with you. Oh good my Lord.
3368Soft, by and by, let me the Curtaines draw.
3369Where art thou? What's the matter with thee now?
3370Enter AEmilia.
3371AEmil. Oh my good Lord, yonders foule Murthers
3372done.
3373Oth. What? now?
3374AEmil. But now, my Lord.
3376She comes more neerer Earth then she was wont,
3377And makes men mad.
3379A young Venetian, call'd Rodorigo.
3385AEmil. Alas! what cry is that?
3386Oth. That? What?
3387AEmil. Out, and alas, that was my Ladies voice.
3391AEmil. Oh who hath done this deed?
3393Commend me to my kinde Lord: oh farewell.
3395AEmil. Alas: who knowes?
3398Oth. She's like a Liar gone to burning hell,
3399'Twas I that kill'd her.
3401er Diuell.
3408O, I were damn'd beneath all depth in hell:
3409But that I did proceed vpon iust grounds
3410To this extremity. Thy Husband knew it all.
AEmil.
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3411AEmil. My Husband?
3412Oth. Thy Husband.
3415If Heauen would make me such another world,
3417I'ld not haue sold her for it.
3418AEmil. My Husband?
3422AEmil. My Husband?
3423Oth. What needs this itterance, Woman?
3424I say, thy Husband.
3426Villany hath made mockes with loue:
3428Oth. He, Woman;
3432Rot halfe a graine a day: he lyes to'th'heart,
3434Oth. Hah?
3436This deede of thine is no more worthy Heauen,
3437Then thou was't worthy her.
3440As I haue to be hurt. Oh Gull, oh dolt,
3441As ignorant as durt: thou hast done a deed
3442(I care not for thy Sword) Ile make thee known,
3443Though I lost twenty liues. Helpe, helpe, hoa, helpe:
3444The Moore hath kill'd my Mistris. Murther, murther.
3445Enter Montano, Gratiano, and Iago.
3446Mon. What is the matter? How now Generall?
3447AEmil. Oh, are you come, Iago: you haue done well,
3448That men must lay their Murthers on your necke.
3449Gra. What is the matter?
3453Speake, for my heart is full.
3454Iago. I told him what I thought,
3455And told no more
3456Then what he found himselfe was apt, and true.
3457AEmil. But did you euer tell him,
3458She was false?
3459Iago. I did.
3460AEmil. You told a Lye an odious damned Lye:
3461Vpon my Soule, a Lye; a wicked Lye.
3465Go too, charme your tongue.
3466Emil. I will not charme my Tongue;
3467I am bound to speake,
3468My Mistris heere lyes murthered in her bed.
3469All. Oh Heauens, forefend.
3472It is true indeede.
3475Emil. Villany, villany, villany:
3476I thinke vpon't, I thinke: I smel't: O Villany:
3478O villany! villany!
3479Iago. What, are you mad?
3480I charge you get you home.
3482'Tis proper I obey him; but not now:
3483Perchance Iago, I will ne're go home.
3484Oth. Oh, oh, oh.
3485Emil. Nay; lay thee downe, and roare:
3487That ere did lift vp eye.
3493I am glad thy Father's dead,
3494Thy Match was mortall to him: and pure greefe
3495Shore his old thred in twaine. Did he liue now,
3498And fall to Reprobance.
3499Oth. 'Tis pittifull: but yet Iago knowes
3503With that Recognizance and pledge of Loue
3505It was a Handkerchiefe, an Antique Token
3506My Father gaue my Mother.
3507Emil. Oh Heauen! oh
heauenly Powres!
3508Iago. Come, hold your peace.
3509Emil. 'Twill out, 'twill out. I peace?
3510No, I will speake as liberall as the North;
3511Let Heauen, and Men, and Diuels, let them all,
3514Emil. I will not.
3515Gra. Fye, your Sword vpon a Woman.
3516Emil. Oh thou dull Moore,
3518I found by Fortune, and did giue my Husband:
3521He begg'd of me, to steale't.
3522Iago. Villanous Whore.
3524And I did giu't my Husband.
3526Emil. By Heauen I do not, I do not Gentlemen:
3528Do with so good a wife?
3530But what serues for the Thunder?
3531Precious Villaine.
3532Gra. The woman falles:
3533Sure he hath kill'd his Wife.
3535Gra. Hee's gone, but his wife's kill'd.
3536Mon. 'Tis a notorious Villain: take you this weapon
3537Which I haue recouer'd from the Moore:
3538Come guard the doore without, let him not passe,
3539But kill him rather. Ile after that same villaine,
3540For 'tis a damned Slaue. Exit.
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338 The Tragedie of Othello
3541Oth. I am not valiant neither:
3542But euery Punie whipster gets my Sword.
3544Let it go all.
3545AEmil. What did thy Song boad Lady?
3546Hearke, canst thou heare me? I will play the Swan,
3550So speaking as I thinke, alas, I dye.
3551Oth. I haue another weapon in this Chamber,
3552It was a Sword of Spaine, the Ice brookes temper:
3553Oh heere it is: Vnkle I must come forth.
3557Or naked as I am I will assault thee.
3558Gra. What is the matter?
3559Othel. Behold, I haue a weapon:
3561Vpon a Soldiers Thigh. I haue seene the day,
3562That with this little Arme, and this good Sword,
3563I haue made my way through more impediments
3565Who can controll his Fate? 'Tis not so now.
3567Heere is my iournies end, heere is my butt
3568And verie Sea-marke of my vtmost Saile.
3571And he retires. Where should Othello go?
3572Now: how dost thou looke now? Oh ill-Starr'd wench,
3573Pale as thy Smocke: when we shall meete at compt,
3574This looke of thine will hurle my Soule from Heauen,
3575And Fiends will snatch at it. Cold, cold, my Girle?
3577Whip me ye Diuels,
3579Blow me about in windes, roast me in Sulphure,
3582Enter Lodouico, Cassio, Montano, and Iago,
3583with Officers.
3586Lod. Where is that Viper?
3587Bring the Villaine forth.
3588Oth. I look down towards his feet; but that's a Fable,
3589If that thou bee'st a Diuell, I cannot kill thee.
3590Lod. Wrench his Sword from him.
3591Iago. I bleed Sir, but not kill'd.
3597Oth. Why any thing:
3598An honourable Murderer, if you will:
3599For nought I did in hate, but all in Honour.
3602Oth. I.
3604Oth. I do beleeue it, and I aske your pardon:
3605Will you, I pray, demand that demy-Diuell,
3606Why he hath thus ensnar'd my Soule and Body.
3607Iag. Demand me nothing: what you know, you know:
3608From this time forth, I neuer will speake word.
3609Lod. What? not to pray?
3610Gra. Torments will ope your lips.
3612Lod. Sir,
3614(Which, as I thinke, you know not) heere is a Letter
3615Found in the pocket of the slaine Rodorigo,
3616And heere another, the one of them imports
3617The death of Cassio, to be vndertooke
3618By Rodorigo.
3619Oth. O Villaine!
3622Found in his pocket too: and this it seemes
3623Rodorigo meant t'haue sent this damned villaine:
3624But that (belike) Iago in the interim
3627How came you (Cassio) by that Handkerchiefe
3628That was my wiues?
3629Cassio. I found it in my Chamber:
3632Which wrought to his desire.
3633Othel. O Foole, foole, foole!
3635How he vpbraides Iago, that he made him
3636Braue me vpon the Watch: whereon it came
3638(After long seeming dead) Iago hurt him,
3639Iago set him on.
3641Your Power, and your Command is taken off,
3642And Cassio rules in Cyprus. For this Slaue,
3643If there be any cunning Crueltie,
3644That can torment him much, and hold him long,
3646Till that the Nature of your fault be knowne
3647To the Venetian State. Come, bring away.
3648Oth. Soft you; a word or two before you goe:
3650No more of that. I pray you in your Letters,
3652Speake of me, as I am. Nothing extenuate,
3653Nor set downe ought in malice.
3655Of one that lou'd not wisely, but too well:
3656Of one, not easily Iealious, but being wrought,
3657Perplexed in the extreame: Of one, whose hand
3658(Like the base Iudean) threw a Pearle away
3660Albeit vn-vsed to the melting moode,
3661Drops teares as fast as the Arabian Trees
3662Their Medicinable gumme. Set you downe this:
3664Where a malignant, and a Turbond-Turke
3665Beate a Venetian, and traduc'd the State,
3666I tooke by th'throat the circumcised Dogge,
3667And smoate him, thus.
3668Lod. Oh bloody period.
Cassio.
the Moore of Venice. 339
3672Cas. This did I feare, but thought he had no weapon:
3673For he was great of heart.
3674Lod. Oh Sparton Dogge:
3675More fell then Anguish, Hunger, or the Sea:
3676Looke on the Tragicke Loading of this bed:
3677This is thy worke:
3679Let it be hid. Gratiano, keepe the house,
3680And seize vpon the Fortunes of the Moore,
3681For they succeede on you. To you, Lord Gouernor,
3683The Time, the Place, the Torture, oh inforce it:
3686FINIS.
The Names of the Actors.
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OThello, the Moore.
Brabantio, Father to Desdemona.Cassio, an Honourable Lieutenant.
Iago, a Villaine.
Rodorigo, a gull'd Gentleman.
Duke of Venice.
Senators.
Montano, Gouernour of Cyprus.
Gentlemen of Cyprus.
Lodouico, and Gratiano, two Noble Venetians.
Saylors.
Clowne.
Desdemona, Wife to Othello.
AEmilia, Wife to Iago.
Bianca, a Curtezan.