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Othello (Folio 1, 1623)
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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.