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  • Title: Othello (Folio 1, 1623)
  • Editor: Donald Bailey

    • ISBN: 978-1-55058-466-0

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    Author: William Shakespeare
    Editor: Donald Bailey
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    Othello (Folio 1, 1623)

    316The Tragedie of Othello
    But for my Sport, and Profit: I hate the Moore,
    And it is thought abroad, that 'twixt my sheets
    She ha's done my Office. I know not if't be true,
    735But I, for meere suspition in that kinde,
    Will do, as if for Surety. He holds me well,
    The better shall my purpose worke on him:
    Cassio's a proper man: Let me see now,
    To get his Place, and to plume vp my will
    740In double Knauery. How? How? Let's see.
    After some time, to abuse Othello's eares,
    That he is too familiar with his wife:
    He hath a person, and a smooth dispose
    To be suspected: fram'd to make women false.
    745The Moore is of a free, and open Nature,
    That thinkes men honest, that but seeme to be so,
    And will as tenderly be lead by'th'Nose
    As Asses are:
    I haue't: it is engendred: Hell, and Night,
    750Must bring this monstrous Birth, to the worlds light.


    Actus Secundus. Scena Prima.


    Enter Montano, and two Gentlemen.

    Mon. What from the Cape, can you discerne at Sea?
    1. Gent. Nothing at all, it is a high wrought Flood:
    755I cannot 'twixt the Heauen, and the Maine,
    Descry a Saile.
    Mon. Me thinks, the wind hath spoke aloud at Land,
    A fuller blast ne're shooke our Battlements:
    If it hath ruffiand so vpon the Sea,
    760What ribbes of Oake, when Mountaines melt on them,
    Can hold the Morties. What shall we heare of this?
    2 A Segregation of the Turkish Fleet:
    For do but stand vpon the Foaming Shore,
    The chidden Billow seemes to pelt the Clowds,
    765The winde-shak'd-Surge, with high & monstrous Maine
    Seemes to cast water on the burning Beare,
    And quench the Guards of th'euer-fixed Pole:
    I neuer did like mollestation view
    On the enchafed Flood.
    770Men. If that the Turkish Fleete
    Be not enshelter'd, and embay'd, they are drown'd,
    It is impossible to beare it out.

    Enter a Gentleman.
    3 Newes Laddes: our warres are done:
    775The desperate Tempest hath so bang'd the Turkes,
    That their designement halts. A Noble ship of Venice,
    Hath seene a greeuous wracke and sufferance
    On most part of their Fleet.
    Mon. How? Is this true ?
    7803 The Ship is heere put in : A Verennessa, Michael Cassio
    Lieutenant to the warlike Moore, Othello,
    Is come on Shore: the Moore himselfe at Sea,
    And is in full Commission heere for Cyprus.
    Mon. I am glad on't:
    785'Tis a worthy Gouernour.
    3 But this same Cassio, though he speake of comfort,
    Touching the Turkish losse, yet he lookes sadly,
    And praye the Moore be safe; for they were parted
    With fowle and violent Tempest.
    790Mon. Pray Heauens he be:

    For I haue seru'd him, and the man commands
    Like a full Soldier. Let's to the Sea-side (hoa)
    As well to see the Vessell that's come in,
    As to throw-out our eyes for braue Othello,
    795Euen till we make the Maine, and th'Eriall blew,
    An indistinct regard.
    Gent. Come, let's do so;
    For euery Minute is expectancie
    Of more Arriuancie.

    800Enter Cassio.
    Cassi. Thankes you, the valiant of the warlike Isle,
    That so approoue the Moore: Oh let the Heauens
    Giue him defence against the Elements,
    For I haue lost him on a dangerous Sea.
    805Mon. Is he well ship'd?
    Cassio. His Barke is stoutly Timber'd, and his Pylot
    Of verie expert, and approu'd Allowance;
    Therefore my hope's (not surfetted to death)
    Stand in bold Cure.
    810Within. A Saile, a Saile, a Saile.
    Cassio. What noise?
    Gent. The Towne is empty; on the brow o'th'Sea
    Stand rankes of People, and they cry, a Saile.
    Cassio. My hopes do shape him for the Gouernor.
    815Gent. They do discharge their Shot of Courtesie,
    Our Friends, at least.
    Cassio. I pray you Sir, go forth,
    And giue vs truth who 'tis that is arriu'd.
    Gent. I shall. Exit.
    820Mon. But good Lieutenant, is your Generall wiu'd?
    Cassio. Most fortunately: he hath atchieu'd a Maid
    That paragons description, and wilde Fame:
    One that excels the quirkes of Blazoning pens,
    And in th'essentiall Vesture of Creation,
    825Do's tyre the Ingeniuer.
    Enter Gentleman.
    How now? Who ha's put in?
    Gent. 'Tis one Iago, Auncient to the Generall.
    Cassio. Ha's had most fauourable, and happie speed:
    830Tempests themselues, high Seas, and howling windes,
    The gutter'd-Rockes, and Congregated Sands,
    Traitors ensteep'd, to enclogge the guiltlesse Keele,
    As hauing sence of Beautie, do omit
    Their mortall Natures, letting go safely by
    835The Diuine Desdemona.
    Mon. What is she?
    Cassio. She that I spake of:
    Our great Captains Captaine,
    Left in the conduct of the bold Iago,
    840Whose footing heere anticipates our thoughts,
    A Senights speed. Great Ioue, Othello guard,
    And swell his Saile with thine owne powrefull breath,
    That he may blesse this Bay with his tall Ship,
    Make loues quicke pants in Desdemonaes Armes,
    845Giue renew'd fire to our extincted Spirits.

    Enter Desdemona, Iago, Rodorigo, and AEmilia.
    Oh behold,
    The Riches of the Ship is come on shore:
    You men of Cyprus, let her haue your knees.
    850Haile to thee Ladie: and the grace of Heauen,
    Before, behinde thee, and on euery hand
    Enwheele thee round.
    Des. I thanke you, Valiant Cassio,
    What tydings can you tell of my Lord?
    Cassio.
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