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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)

    Scena Secunda.
    Enter Othello, and AEmilia.
    Othe. You haue seene nothing then?
    AEmil. Nor euer heard: nor euer did suspect.
    2690Othe. Yes, you haue seene Cassio, and she together.
    AEmi. But then I saw no harme: and then I heard,
    Each syllable that breath made vp betweene them.
    Othe. What? Did they neuer whisper?
    AEmil. Neuer my Lord.
    2695Othe. Nor send you out o'th'way?
    AEmil. Neuer.
    Othe. To fetch her Fan, her Gloues, her Mask, nor no (thing?
    AEmil. Neuer my Lord.
    Othe: That's strange.
    2700AEmil. I durst (my Lord) to wager, she is honest:
    Lay downe my Soule at stake: If you thinke other,
    Remoue your thought. It doth abuse your bosome:
    If any wretch haue put this in your head,
    Let Heauen requit it with the Serpents curse,
    2705For if she be not honest, chaste, and true,
    There's no man happy. The purest of their Wiues
    Is foule as Slander.
    Othe. Bid her come hither: go. Exit AEmilia.
    She saies enough: yet she's a simple Baud
    2710That cannot say as much. This is a subtile Whore:
    A Closset Locke and Key of Villanous Secrets,
    And yet she'le kneele, and pray: I haue seene her do't.
    Enter Desdemona, and AEmilia.
    Des. My Lord, what is your will?
    2715Othe. Pray you Chucke come hither.
    Des. What is your pleasure?
    Oth. Let me see your eyes: looke in my face.
    Des. What horrible Fancie's this?
    Othe. Some of your Function Mistris:
    2720Leaue Procreants alone, and shut the doore:
    Cough, or cry hem; if any body come:
    Your Mystery, your Mystery: May dispatch. Exit AEmi.
    Des. Vpon my knee, what doth your speech import?
    I vnderstand a Fury in your words.
    2725Othe. Why? What art thou?
    Des. Your wife my Lord: your true and loyall wife.
    Othello. Come sweare it: damne thy selfe, least
    being like one of Heauen, the diuells themselues should
    feare to ceaze thee. Therefore be double damn'd: sweare
    2730thou art honest.
    Des. Heauen doth truely know it.
    Othe. Heauen truely knowes, that thou art false as hell.
    Des. To whom my Lord?
    With whom? How am I false?
    2735Othe. Ah Desdemon, away, away, away.
    Des. Alas the heauy day: why do you weepe?
    Am I the motiue of these teares my Lord?
    If happely you my Father do suspect,
    An Instrument of this your calling backe,
    2740Lay not your blame on me: if you haue lost him,
    I haue lost him too.
    Othe. Had it pleas'd Heauen,
    To try me with Affliction, had they rain'd
    All kind of Sores, and Shames on my bare-head:
    2745Steep'd me in pouertie to the very lippes.
    Giuen to Captiuitie, me, and my vtmost hopes,
    I should haue found in some place of my Soule
    A drop of patience. But alas, to make me
    The fixed Figure for the time of Scorne,
    2750To point his slow, and mouing finger at.
    Yet could I beare that too, well, very well:
    But there where I haue garnerd vp my heart,
    Where either I must liue, or beare no life,
    The Fountaine from the which my currant runnes,
    2755Or else dries vp: to be discarded thence,
    Or keepe it as a Cesterne, for foule Toades
    To knot and gender in. Turne thy complexion there:
    Patience, thou young and Rose-lip'd Cherubin,
    I heere looke grim as hell.
    2760Des. I hope my Noble Lord esteemes me honest.
    Othe. Oh I, as Sommer Flyes are in the Shambles,
    That quicken euen with blowing. Oh thou weed:
    Who art so louely faire, and smell'st so sweete,
    That the Sense akes at thee,
    2765Would thou had'st neuer bin borne.
    Des. Alas, what ignorant sin haue I committed?
    Othe. Was this faire Paper? This most goodly Booke
    Made to write Whore vpon? What commited,
    vv2r Com-
    332 The Tragedie of Othello
    Committed? Oh, thou publicke Commoner,
    2770I should make very Forges of my cheekes,
    That would to Cynders burne vp Modestie,
    Did I but speake thy deedes. What commited?
    Heauen stoppes the Nose at it, and the Moone winks:
    The baudy winde that kisses all it meetes,
    2775Is hush'd within the hollow Myne of Earth
    And will not hear't. What commited?
    Des. By Heauen you do me wrong.
    Othe. Are not you a Strumpet?
    Des. No, as I am a Christian.
    2780If to preserue this vessell for my Lord,
    From any other foule vnlawfull touch
    Be not to be a Strumpet, I am none.
    Othe. What, not a Whore?
    Des. No, as I shall be sau'd.
    2785Othe. Is't possible?
    Des. Oh Heauen forgiue vs.
    Othe. I cry you mercy then.
    I tooke you for that cunning Whore of Venice,
    That married with Othello. You Mistris,
    2790Enter AEmilia.
    That haue the office opposite to Saint Peter,
    And keepes the gate of hell. You, you: I you.
    We haue done our course: there's money for your paines:
    I pray you turne the key, and keepe our counsaile. Exit.
    2795AEmil. Alas, what do's this Gentleman conceiue?
    How do you Madam? how do you my good Lady?
    Des. Faith, halfe a sleepe.
    AEmi. Good Madam,
    What's the matter with my Lord?
    2800Des. With who?
    AEmil. Why, with my Lord, Madam?
    Des. Who is thy Lord?
    AEmil. He that is yours, sweet Lady.
    Des. I haue none: do not talke to me, AEmilia,
    2805I cannot weepe: nor answeres haue I none,
    But what should go by water. Prythee to night,
    Lay on my bed my wedding sheetes, remember,
    And call thy husband hither.
    AEmil. Heere's a change indeed. Exit.
    2810Des. 'Tis meete I should be vs'd so: very meete.
    How haue I bin behau'd, that he might sticke
    The small'st opinion on my least misvse?
    Enter Iago, and AEmilia.
    Iago. What is your pleasure Madam?
    2815How is't with you?
    Des. I cannot tell: those that do teach yong Babes
    Do it with gentle meanes, and easie taskes.
    He might haue chid me so: for in good faith
    I am a Child to chiding.
    2820Iago. What is the matter Lady?
    AEmil. Alas (Iago) my Lord hath so bewhor'd her,
    Throwne such dispight, and heauy termes vpon her
    That true hearts cannot beare it.
    Des. Am I that name, Iago?
    2825Iago. What name (faire Lady?)
    Des. Such as she said my Lord did say I was.
    AEmil. He call'd her whore: a Begger in his drinke:
    Could not haue laid such termes vpon his Callet.
    Iago. Why did he so?
    2830Des. I do not know: I am sure I am none such.
    Iago. Do not weepe, do not weepe: alas the day.
    AEmil. Hath she forsooke so many Noble Matches?
    Her Father? And her Country? And her Friends?
    To be call'd Whore? Would it not make one weepe?
    2835Des. It is my wretched Fortune.
    Iago. Beshrew him for't:
    How comes this Tricke vpon him?
    Des. Nay, Heauen doth know.
    AEmi. I will be hang'd, if some eternall Villaine,
    2840Some busie and insinuating Rogue,
    Some cogging, cozening Slaue, to get some Office,
    Haue not deuis'd this Slander: I will be hang'd else.
    Iago. Fie, there is no such man: it is impossible.
    Des. If any such there be, Heauen pardon him.
    2845AEmil. A halter pardon him:
    And hell gnaw his bones.
    Why should he call her Whore?
    Who keepes her companie?
    What Place? What Time?
    2850What Forme? What liklyhood?
    The Moore's abus'd by some most villanous Knaue,
    Some base notorious Knaue, some scuruy Fellow.
    Oh Heauens, that such companions thou'd'st vnfold,
    And put in euery honest hand a whip
    2855To lash the Rascalls naked through the world,
    Euen from the East to th'West.
    Iago. Speake within doore.
    AEmil. Oh fie vpon them: some such Squire he was
    That turn'd your wit, the seamy-side without,
    2860And made you to suspect me with the Moore.
    Iago. You are a Foole: go too.
    Des. Alas Iago,
    What shall I do to win my Lord againe?
    Good Friend, go to him: for by this light of Heauen,
    2865I know not how I lost him. Heere I kneele:
    If ere my will did trespasse 'gainst his Loue,
    Either in discourse of thought, or actuall deed,
    Or that mine Eyes, mine Eares, or any Sence
    Delighted them: or any other Forme.
    2870Or that I do not yet, and euer did,
    And euer will, (though he do shake me off
    To beggerly diuorcement) Loue him deerely,
    Comfort forsweare me. Vnkindnesse may do much,
    And his vnkindnesse may defeat my life,
    2875But neuer taynt my Loue. I cannot say Whore,
    It do's abhorre me now I speake the word,
    To do the Act, that might the addition earne,
    Not the worlds Masse of vanitie could make me.
    Iago. I pray you be content: 'tis but his humour:
    2880The businesse of the State do's him offence.
    Des. If 'twere no other.
    Iago. It is but so, I warrant,
    Hearke how these Instruments summon to supper:
    The Messengers of Venice staies the meate,
    2885Go in, and weepe not: all things shall be well.
    Exeunt Desdemona and AEmilia.
    Enter Rodorigo.
    How now Rodorigo?
    Rod. I do not finde
    2890That thou deal'st iustly with me.
    Iago. What in the contrarie?
    Rodori. Euery day thou dafts me with some deuise
    Iago, and rather, as it seemes to me now, keep'st from
    me all conueniencie, then suppliest me with the least ad-
    2895uantage of hope: I will indeed no longer endure it. Nor
    am I yet perswaded to put vp in peace, what already I
    haue foolishly suffred.
    Iago. Will you heare me Rodorigo?
    Rodori. I
    the Moore of Venice. 333
    Rodori. I haue heard too much: and your words and
    2900Performances are no kin together.
    Iago. You charge me most vniustly.
    Rodo. With naught but truth: I haue wasted my
    selfe out of my meanes. The Iewels you haue had from
    me to deliuer Desdemona, would halfe haue corrupted a
    2905Votarist. You haue told me she hath receiu'd them,
    and return'd me expectations and comforts of sodaine
    respect, and acquaintance, but I finde none.
    Iago. Well, go too: very well.
    Rod. Very well, go too: I cannot go too, (man) nor
    2910tis not very well. Nay I think it is scuruy: and begin to
    finde my selfe fopt in it.
    Iago. Very well.
    Rodor. I tell you, 'tis not very well: I will make my
    selfe knowne to Desdemona. If she will returne me my
    2915Iewels, I will giue ouer my Suit, and repent my vnlaw-
    full solicitation. If not, assure your selfe, I will seeke
    satisfaction of you.
    Iago. You haue said now.
    Rodo. I: and said nothing but what I protest intend-
    2920ment of doing.
    Iago. Why, now I see there's mettle in thee: and
    euen from this instant do build on thee a better o-
    pinion then euer before: giue me thy hand Rodorigo.
    Thou hast taken against me a most iust excepti-
    2925on: but yet I protest I haue dealt most directly in thy
    Rod. It hath not appeer'd.
    Iago. I grant indeed it hath not appeer'd: and
    your suspition is not without wit and iudgement.
    2930But Rodorigo, if thou hast that in thee indeed, which
    I haue greater reason to beleeue now then euer (I
    meane purpose, Courage, and Valour) this night
    shew it. If thou the next night following enioy not
    Desdemona, take me from this world with Treache-
    2935rie, and deuise Engines for my life.
    Rod. Well: what is it? Is it within, reason and com-
    Iago. Sir, there is especiall Commission come from
    Venice to depute Cassio in Othello's place.
    2940Rod. Is that true? Why then Othello and Desdemona
    returne againe to Venice.
    Iago. Oh no: he goes into Mauritania and taketh
    away with him the faire Desdemona, vnlesse his a-
    bode be lingred heere by some accident. Where-
    2945in none can be so determinate, as the remouing of
    Rod. How do you meane remouing him?
    Iago. Why, by making him vncapable of Othello's
    place: knocking out his braines.
    2950Rod. And that you would haue me to do.
    Iago. I: if you dare do your selfe a profit, and a
    right. He sups to night with a Harlotry: and thither
    will I go to him. He knowes not yet of his Honourable
    Fortune, if you will watch his going thence (which
    2955I will fashion to fall out betweene twelue and one)
    you may take him at your pleasure. I will be neere
    to second your Attempt, and he shall fall betweene
    vs. Come, stand not amaz'd at it, but go along with
    me: I will shew you such a necessitie in his death, that
    2960you shall thinke your selfe bound to put it on him. It
    is now high supper time: and the night growes to wast.
    About it.
    Rod. I will heare further reason for this.
    Iago. And you shalbe satisfi'd. Exeunt.