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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)

    the Moore of Venice. 317
    855Cas. He is not yet arriu'd, nor know I ought
    But that he's well, and will be shortly heere.
    Des. Oh, but I feare:
    How lost you company?
    Cassio. The great Contention of Sea, and Skies
    860Parted our fellowship. But hearke, a Saile.
    Within. A Saile, a Saile.
    Gent. They giue this greeting to the Cittadell:
    This likewise is a Friend.
    Cassio. See for the Newes:
    865Good Ancient, you are welcome. Welcome Mistris:
    Let it not gaule your patience (good Iago)
    That I extend my Manners. 'Tis my breeding,
    That giues me this bold shew of Curtesie.
    Iago. Sir, would she giue you so much of her lippes,
    870As of her tongue she oft bestowes on me,
    You would haue enough.
    Des. Alas: she ha's no speech.
    Iago. In faith too much:
    I finde it still, when I haue leaue to sleepe.
    875Marry before your Ladyship, I grant,
    She puts het tongue a little in her heart,
    And chides with thinking.
    AEmil. You haue little cause to say so.
    Iago. Come on, come on: you are Pictures out of
    880doore: Bells in your Parlours: Wilde-Cats in your Kit-
    chens: Saints in your Iniuries: Diuels being offended:
    Players in your Huswiferie, and Huswiues in your
    Des. Oh, fie vpon thee, Slanderer
    885Iago. Nay, it is true: or else I am a Turke,
    You rise to play, and go to bed to worke.
    AEmil. You shall not write my praise.
    Iago. No, let me not.
    Desde. What would'st write of me, if thou should'st
    890praise me?
    Iago. Oh, gentle Lady, do not put me too,t,
    For I am nothing, if not Criticall.
    Des. Come on, assay.
    There's one gone to the Harbour?
    895Iago. I Madam.
    Des. I am not merry: but I do beguile
    The thing I am, by seeming otherwise.
    Come, how would'st thou praise me?
    Iago. I am about it, but indeed my inuention comes
    900from my pate, as Birdlyme do's from Freeze, it pluckes
    out Braines and all. But my Muse labours, and thus she
    is deliuer'd.
    If she be faire, and wise: fairenesse, and wit,
    The ones for vse, the other vseth it.
    905Des. Well prais'd:
    How if she be Blacke and Witty?
    Iago. If she be blacke, and thereto haue a wit,
    She'le find a white, that shall her blacknesse fit.
    Des. Worse, and worse.
    910AEmil. How if Faire, and Foolish?
    Iago. She neuer yet was foolish that was faire,
    For euen her folly helpt her to an heire.
    Desde. These are old fond Paradoxes, to make Fooles
    laugh i'th'Alehouse. What miserable praise hast thou
    915for her that's Foule, and Foolish.
    Iago. There's none so foule and foolish thereunto,
    But do's foule pranks, which faire, and wise-ones do.
    Desde. Oh heauy ignorance: thou praisest the worst
    best. But what praise could'st thou bestow on a deser-
    920uing woman indeed? One, that in the authorithy of her

    merit, did iustly put on the vouch of very malice it

    Iago. She that was euer faire, and neuer proud,
    Had Tongue at will, and yet was neuer loud:
    925Neuer lackt Gold, and yet went neuer gay,
    Fled from her wish, and yet said now I may.
    She that being angred, her reuenge being nie,
    Bad her wrong stay, and her displeasure flie:
    She that in wisedome neuer was so fraile,
    930To change the Cods-head for the Salmons taile:
    She that could thinke, and neu'r disclose her mind,
    See Suitors following, and not looke behind:
    She was a wight, (if euer such wightes were)
    Des. To do what?
    935Iago. To suckle Fooles, and chronicle small Beere.

    Desde. Oh most lame and impotent conclusion. Do
    not learne of him AEmillia, though he be thy husband.
    How say you (Cassio) is he not a most prophane, and li-
    berall Counsailor?
    940Cassio. He speakes home (Madam) you may rellish
    him more in the Souldier, then in the Scholler.
    Iago. He takes her by the palme: I, well said, whis-
    per. With as little a web as this, will I ensnare as great
    a Fly as Cassio. I smile vpon her, do: I will giue thee
    945in thine owne Courtship. You say true, 'tis so indeed.
    If such tricks as these strip you out of your Lieutenan-
    trie, it had beene better you had not kiss'd your three fin-
    gers so oft, which now againe you are most apt to play
    the Sir, in. Very good: well kiss'd, and excellent Curt-
    950sie: 'tis so indeed. Yet againe, your fingers to your
    lippes? Would they were Cluster-pipes for your
    The Moore I know his Trumpet.
    Cassio, 'Tis truely so.
    955Des. Let's meete him, and recieue him.
    Cassio. Loe, where he comes.

    Enter Othello, and Attendants.

    Oth. O, my faire Warriour.
    Des. My deere Othello.
    960Othe. It giues me wonder great, as my content
    To see you heere before me.
    Oh my Soules Ioy:
    If after euery Tempest, come such Calmes,
    May the windes blow, till they haue waken'd death:
    965And let the labouring Barke climbe hills of Seas
    Olympus high: and duck againe as low,
    As hell's from Heauen. If it were now to dye,
    'Twere now to be most happy. For I feare,
    My Soule hath her content so absolute,
    970That not another comfort like to this,
    Succeedes in vnknowne Fate.
    Des. The Heauens forbid
    But that our Loues
    And Comforts should encrease
    975Euen as our dayes do grow.
    Othe. Amen to rhat (sweet Powers)
    I cannot speake enough of this content,
    It stoppes me heere: it is too much of ioy.
    And this, and this the greatest discords be
    980That ere our hearts shall make.
    Iago. Oh you are well tun'd now: But Ile set downe
    the peggs that make this Musicke, as honest as I am.
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