600May trumpet to the world. My heart's subdu'd

601Euen to the very quality of my Lord;

602I saw Othello's visage in his mind,

603And to his Honours and his valiant parts,

604Did I my soule and Fortunes consecrate.

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:

608And I a heauie interim shall support

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:

613Nor to comply with heat the yong affects

614In my defunct, and proper satisfaction.

615But to be free, and bounteous to her minde:

616And Heauen defend your good soules, that you thinke

617I will your serious and great businesse scant

618When she is with me. No, when light wing'd Toyes

619Of feather'd Cupid, seele with wanton dulnesse

620My speculatiue, and offic'd Instrument:

621That my Disports corrupt, and taint my businesse:

622Let House-wiues make a Skillet of my Helme,

623And all indigne, and base aduersities,

624Make head against my Estimation.

625Duke. Be it as you shall priuately determine,

626Either for her stay, or going: th'Affaire cries hast:

627And speed must answer it.

628Sen. You must away to night.

629Othe. With all my heart.

630Duke. At nine i'th'morning, here wee'l meete againe.

631Othello, leaue some Officer behind

632And he shall our Commission bring to you:

633And such things else of qualitie and respect

634As doth import you.

635Othe. So please your Grace, my Ancient,

636A man he is of honesty and trust:

637To his conueyance I assigne my wife,

638With what else needfull, your good Grace shall think

639To be sent after me.

640Duke. Let it be so:

641Good night to euery one. And Noble Signior,

642If Vertue no delighted Beautie lacke,

643Your Son-in-law is farre more Faire then Blacke.

644Sen. Adieu braue Moore, vse Desdemona well.

645Bra. Looke to her (Moore) if thou hast eies to see:

646She ha's deceiu'd her Father, and may thee. Exit.

647Ot-he. My life vpon her faith. Honest Iago,

648My Desdemona must I leaue to thee:

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

653To spend with thee. We must obey the the time. Exit.

654Rod. Iago.

655Iago. What saist thou Noble heart?

656Rod. What will I do, think'st thou?

657Iago. Why go to bed and sleepe.

658Rod. I will incontinently drowne my selfe.

659Iago. If thou do'st, I shall neuer loue thee after. Why

660thou silly Gentleman?

661Rod. It is sillynesse to liue, when to liue is torment:

662and then haue we a prescription to dye, when death is

663our Physition.

664Iago. Oh villanous: I haue look'd vpon the world

665for foure times seuen yeares, and since I could distinguish

666betwixt a Benefit, and an Iniurie: I neuer found man that

667knew how to loue himselfe. Ere I would say, I would

668drowne my selfe for the loue of a Gynney Hen, I would

669change my Humanity with a Baboone.

670Rod. What should I do? I confesse it is my shame

671to be so fond, but it is not in my vertue to amend it.

672Iago. Vertue? A figge, 'tis in our selues that we are

673thus, or thus. Our Bodies are our Gardens, to the which,

674our Wills are Gardiners. So that if we will plant Net-

675tels, or sowe Lettice: Set Hisope, and weede vp Time:

676Supplie it with one gender of Hearbes, or distract it with

677many: either to haue it sterrill with idlenesse, or manu-

678red with Industry, why the power, and Corrigeable au-

679thoritie of this lies in our Wills. If the braine of our liues

680had not one Scale of Reason, to poize another of Sensu-

681alitie, the blood, and basenesse of our Natures would

682conduct vs to most prepostrous Conclusions. But we

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.

687Iago. It is meerly a Lust of the blood, and a permission

688of the will. Come, be a man: drowne thy selfe? Drown

689Cats, and blind Puppies. I haue profest me thy Friend,

690and I confesse me knit to thy deseruing, with Cables of

691perdurable toughnesse. I could neuer better steed thee

692then now. Put Money in thy purse: follow thou the

693Warres, defeate thy fauour, with an vsurp'd Beard. I say

694put Money in thy purse. It cannot be long that Desdemona

695should continue her loue to the Moore. Put Money in

696thy purse: nor he his to her. It was a violent Commence-

697ment in her, and thou shalt see an answerable Seque-

698stration, put but Money in thy purse. These Moores

699are changeable in their wils: fill thy purse with Money.

700The Food that to him now is as lushious as Locusts,

701shalbe to him shortly, as bitter as Coloquintida. She

702must change for youth: when she is sated with his body

703she will find the errors of her choice. Therefore, put Mo-

704ney in thy purse. If thou wilt needs damne thy selfe, do

705it a more delicate way then drowning. Make all the Mo-

706ney thou canst: If Sanctimonie, and a fraile vow, be-

707twixt an erring Barbarian, and super-subtle Venetian be

708not too hard for my wits, and all the Tribe of hell, thou

709shalt enioy her: therefore make Money: a pox of drow-

710ning thy selfe, it is cleane out of the way. Seeke thou ra-

711ther to be hang'd in Compassing thy ioy, then to be

712drown'd, and go without her.

713Rodo. Wilt thou be fast to my hopes, if I depend on

714the issue?

715Iago. Thou art sure of me: Go make Money: I haue

716told thee often, and I re-tell thee againe, and againe, I

717hate the Moore. My cause is hearted; thine hath no lesse

718reason. Let vs be coniunctiue in our reuenge, against

719him. If thou canst Cuckold him, thou dost thy selfe a

720pleasure, me a sport. There are many Euents in the

721Wombe of Time, which wilbe deliuered. Trauerse, go,

722prouide thy Money. We will haue more of this to mor-

723row. Adieu.

724Rod. Where shall we meete i'th'morning?

725Iago. At my Lodging.

726Rod. Ile be with thee betimes.

727Iago. Go too, farewell. Do you heare Rodorigo?

728Rod. Ile sell all my Land. Exit.

729Iago. Thus do I euer make my Foole, my purse:

730For I mine owne gain'd knowledge should prophane

731If I would time expend with such Snpe ,