1.1.24Tush, never tell me! I take it much unkindly

1.1.35That thou, Iago, who hast had my purse

1.1.46As if the strings were thine, shouldst know of this.

'Sblood, but you'll not hear me! If ever I did dream 8of such a matter, abhor me.

Thou told'st me 10thou didst hold him in thy hate.

Despise me 12if I do not. Three great ones of the city,

1.1.813In personal suit to make me his lieutenant,

1.1.914Off-capped to him--and by the faith of man

1.1.1015I know my price; I am worth no worse a place--

1.1.1116But he, as loving his own pride and purposes,

1.1.1217Evades them with a bombast circumstance

1.1.1318Horribly stuffed with epithets of war,

1.1.1419Non-suits my mediators. For "Certes," says he,

1.1.1520"I have already chose my officer."

1.1.1820.1And what was he?

1.1.1621Forsooth, a great arithmetician,

1.1.1722One Michael Cassio, a Florentine--

23A fellow almost damned in a fair wife--

1.1.1924That never set a squadron in the field,

1.1.2025Nor the division of a battle knows

1.1.2126More than a spinster, unless the bookish theoric

1.1.2227Wherein the tonguèd consuls can propose

1.1.2328As masterly as he. Mere prattle without practise

1.1.2429Is all his soldiership. But he, sir, had th'election;

1.1.2530And I--of whom his eyes had seen the proof

1.1.2631At Rhodes, at Cyprus, and on other grounds,

1.1.2732Christened and heathen--must be beleed and calmed

1.1.2833By debitor and creditor. This countercaster,

1.1.2934He, in good time, must his lieutenant be,

1.1.3035And I, God bless the mark, his Moorship's ancient.

By heaven, I rather would have been his hangman.

Why, there's no remedy. 38'Tis the curse of service;

1.1.3339Preferment goes by letter and affection,

1.1.3440And not by old gradation, where each second

1.1.3541Stood heir to th'first. Now sir, be judge yourself

1.1.3642Whether I in any just term am affined

1.1.3743To love the Moor.

I would not follow him then.

Oh, sir, content you.

1.1.4046I follow him to serve my turn upon him.

1.1.4147We cannot all be masters, nor all masters

1.1.4248Cannot be truly followed. You shall mark

1.1.4349Many a duteous and knee-crooking knave

1.1.4450That, doting on his own obsequious bondage,

1.1.4551Wears out his time, much like his master's ass,

1.1.4652For naught but provender, and when he's old--cashiered.

1.1.4753Whip me such honest knaves! Others there are

1.1.4854Who, trimmed in forms and visages of duty,

1.1.4955Keep yet their hearts attending on themselves,

1.1.5056And, throwing but shows of service on their lords,

1.1.5157Do well thrive by them--58and, when they have lined their coats,

1.1.5259Do themselves homage. 60These fellows have some soul,

1.1.5361And such a one do I profess myself. For, sir,

1.1.5462It is as sure as you are Roderigo,

1.1.5563Were I the Moor, I would not be Iago.

1.1.5664In following him, I follow but myself.

1.1.5765Heaven is my judge, not I for love and duty,

1.1.5866But seeming so for my peculiar end.

1.1.5967For when my outward action doth demonstrate

1.1.6068The native act and figure of my heart

1.1.6169In complement extern, 'tis not long after

1.1.6270But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve

1.1.6371For daws to peck at. I am not what I am.

What a full fortune does the thick-lips owe

1.1.6573If he can carry't thus!

If he can carry't thus! Call up her father.

1.1.6675Rouse him, make after him, poison his delight,

1.1.6776Proclaim him in the streets. Incense her kinsmen,

1.1.6877And, though he in a fertile climate dwell,

1.1.6978Plague him with flies; though that his joy be joy,

1.1.7079Yet throw such chances of vexation on't

1.1.7180As it may lose some color.

Here is her father's house. I'll call aloud.

Do, with like timorous accent and dire yell

1.1.7483As when, by night and negligence, the fire

1.1.7584Is spied in populous cities.

What ho! Brabantio, Signor Brabantio, ho!

Awake! What ho, Brabantio! Thieves, thieves!

1.1.7887Look to your house, your daughter, and your bags!

1.1.7988Thieves, thieves!

What is the reason of this terrible 90summons?

1.1.81What is the matter there?

Signor, is all your family within?

Are your doors locked?

Are your doors locked? Why? Wherefore ask you this?

Zounds, sir, you're robbed! For shame, put on your gown!

1.1.8595Your heart is burst; you have lost half your soul.

1.1.8696Even now, now, very now, an old black ram

1.1.8797Is tupping your white ewe. Arise, arise!

1.1.8898Awake the snorting citizens with the bell,

1.1.8999Or else the devil will make a grandsire of you.

1.1.90100Arise, I say!

Arise, I say! What, have you lost your wits?

Most reverend signor, do you know my voice?

Not I. What are you?

My name is Roderigo.

The worser welcome.

1.1.95106I have charged thee not to haunt about my doors.

1.1.96107In honest plainness thou hast heard me say

1.1.97108My daughter is not for thee. And now in madness,

1.1.98109Being full of supper and distempering drafts,

1.1.99110Upon malicious bravery dost thou come

1.1.100111To start my quiet.

To start my quiet. Sir, sir, sir--

To start my quiet. Sir, sir, sir-- But thou must needs be sure

1.1.101114My spirit and my place have in their power

1.1.102115To make this bitter to thee.

To make this bitter to thee. Patience, good sir.

What tell'st thou me of robbing? 118This is Venice;

1.1.104My house is not a grange.

My house is not a grange. Most grave Brabantio,

1.1.105120In simple and pure soul, I come to you.

Zounds, sir, you are one of those that will not serve God 122if the devil bid you. Because we come to do you service 123and you think we are ruffians, you'll have your 124daughter covered with a Barbary horse, you'll have your 125nephews neigh to you, you'll have coursers for cousins 126and jennets for germans.

What profane wretch art thou?

I am one, sir, that comes to tell you your 129daughter and the Moor are making the beast with two backs.

Thou art a villain.

Thou art a villain. You are a senator.

This thou shalt answer. I know thee, Roderigo.

Sir, I will answer anything. But I beseech you,

1.1.112134If't be your pleasure and most wise consent,

1.1.113135As partly I find it is, that your fair daughter,

1.1.114136At this odd-even and dull watch o'th'night,

1.1.115137Transported with no worse nor better guard

1.1.116138But with a knave of common hire, a gondolier,

1.1.117139To the gross clasps of a lascivious Moor--

1.1.118140If this be known to you and your allowance,

1.1.119141We then have done you bold and saucy wrongs.

1.1.120142But if you know not this, my manners tell me

1.1.121143We have your wrong rebuke. Do not believe

1.1.122144That from the sense of all civility

1.1.123145I thus would play and trifle with your reverence.

1.1.124146Your daughter, if you have not given her leave,

1.1.125147I say again, hath made a gross revolt,

1.1.126148Tying her duty, beauty, wit, and fortunes

1.1.127149In an extravagant and wheeling stranger

1.1.128150Of here and everywhere. Straight satisfy yourself:

1.1.129151If she be in her chamber or your house,

1.1.130152Let loose on me the justice of the state

1.1.131153For thus deluding you.

For thus deluding you. Strike on the tinder, ho!

1.1.132155Give me a taper. Call up all my people.

1.1.133156This accident is not unlike my dream;

1.1.134157Belief of it oppresses me already.

1.1.135158Light, I say, light!

Light, I say, light! Farewell, for I must leave you.

1.1.136160It seems not meet nor wholesome to my place

1.1.137161To be produced--as, if I stay, I shall--

1.1.138162Against the Moor. For I do know the state,

1.1.139163However this may gall him with some check,

1.1.140164Cannot with safety cast him, for he's embarked

1.1.141165With such loud reason to the Cyprus wars,

1.1.142166Which even now stands in act, that for their souls

1.1.143167Another of his fathom they have none

1.1.144168To lead their business. In which regard,

1.1.145169Though I do hate him as I do hell pains,

1.1.146170Yet, for necessity of present life,

1.1.147171I must show out a flag and sign of love--

1.1.148172Which is indeed but sign. That you shall surely find him,

1.1.149173Lead to the Sagittary the raisèd search,

1.1.150174And there will I be with him. So farewell.

It is too true an evil. Gone she is,

1.1.153177And what's to come of my despisèd time

1.1.154178Is naught but bitterness. Now Roderigo,

1.1.155179Where didst thou see her?‚--Oh, unhappy girl!--

1.1.156180With the Moor sayst thou?--Who would be a father?--

1.1.157181How didst thou know 'twas she?--Oh, she deceives me

1.1.158182Past thought!--What said she to you? Get more tapers;

1.1.159183Raise all my kindred! Are they married think you?

Truly, I think they are.

O heaven! How got she out? 186Oh, treason of the blood!

1.1.162187Fathers, from hence trust not your daughters' minds

1.1.163188By what you see them act. Is there not charms

1.1.164189By which the property of youth and maidhood

1.1.165190May be abused? Have you not read, Roderigo,

1.1.166191Of some such thing?

Of some such thing? Yes, sir, I have indeed.

Call up my brother.--Oh, would you had had her!--

1.1.168194Some one way, some another.--Do you know

1.1.169195Where we may apprehend her and the Moor?

I think I can discover him, if you please

1.1.171197To get good guard and go along with me.

Pray you, lead on. At every house I'll call--

1.1.173199I may command at most. Get weapons, ho,

1.1.174200And raise some special officers of night!

1.1.175201On, good Roderigo; I will deserve your pains.

Though in the trade of war I have slain men,

1.2.2205Yet do I hold it very stuff o'th'conscience

1.2.3206To do no contrived murder; I lack iniquity

1.2.4207Sometime to do me service. Nine or ten times

1.2.5208I had thought t'have yerked him here under the ribs.

'Tis better as it is.

'Tis better as it is. Nay, but he prated,

1.2.7211And spoke such scurvy and provoking terms

1.2.8212Against your honor

1.2.9212.1That with the little godliness I have

1.2.10213I did full hard forbear him. But I pray you, sir,

1.2.11214Are you fast married? Be assured of this,

1.2.12215That the magnifico is much beloved,

1.2.13216And hath in his effect a voice potential

1.2.14217As double as the duke's. He will divorce you,

1.2.15218Or put upon you what restraint or grievance

1.2.16219The law, with all his might to enforce it on,

1.2.17220Will give him cable.

Will give him cable. Let him do his spite;

1.2.18222My services, which I have done the signory,

1.2.19223Shall out-tongue his complaints. 'Tis yet to know--

1.2.20224Which, when I know that boasting is an honor,

1.2.21225I shall promulgate--I fetch my life and being

1.2.22226From men of royal siege; and my demerits

1.2.23227May speak unbonneted to as proud a fortune

1.2.24228As this that I have reached. For know, Iago,

1.2.25229But that I love the gentle Desdemona,

1.2.26230I would not my unhousèd free condition

1.2.27231Put into circumscription and confine

1.2.28232For the sea's worth. But look, what lights come yond?

Those are the raisèd father and his friends;

1.2.31235You were best go in.

You were best go in. Not I. I must be found.

1.2.32237My parts, my title, and my perfect soul

1.2.33238Shall manifest me rightly. Is it they?

By Janus, I think no.

The servants of the duke? 241And my lieutenant?

1.2.36242The goodness of the night upon you, friends.

1.2.37243What is the news?

What is the news? The duke does greet you, general,

1.2.38245And he requires your haste-post-haste appearance,

1.2.39246Even on the instant.

Even on the instant. What is the matter, think you?

Something from Cyprus, as I may divine.

1.2.41249It is a business of some heat. The galleys

1.2.42250Have sent a dozen sequent messengers

1.2.43251This very night at one another's heels,

1.2.44252And many of the consuls, raised and met,

1.2.45253Are at the duke's already. You have been hotly called for,

1.2.46254When, being not at your lodging to be found,

1.2.47255The Senate hath sent about three several quests

1.2.48256To search you out.

To search you out. 'Tis well I am found by you.

1.2.49258I will but spend a word here in the house

1.2.50259And go with you.

And go with you. Ancient, what makes he here?

Faith, he tonight hath boarded a land carrack.

1.2.52262If it prove lawful prize, he's made forever.

I do not understand.

I do not understand. He's married.

I do not understand. He's married. To who?

Marry to--

Marry to-- Come captain, will you go?

Marry to-- Come captain, will you go? Have with you.

Here comes another troop to seek for you.

It is Brabantio. General, be advised;

1.2.58271He comes to bad intent.

He comes to bad intent. Holla, stand there.

Signor, it is the Moor.

Signor, it is the Moor. Down with him, thief.

You, Roderigo? Come, sir, I am for you.

Keep up your bright swords, for the dew will 277rust them. Good signor, you shall more command with years than with your weapons.

O thou foul thief, 280where hast thou stowed my daughter?

1.2.63281Damned as thou art, thou hast enchanted her;

1.2.64282For I'll refer me to all things of sense

1.2.65283If she in chains of magic were not bound,

1.2.66284Whether a maid so tender, fair, and happy,

1.2.67285So opposite to marriage that she shunned

1.2.68286The wealthy curled darlings of our nation,

1.2.69287Would ever have, t'incur a general mock,

1.2.70288Run from her guardage to the sooty bosom

1.2.71289Of such a thing as thou--to fear, not to delight.

1.2.72290Judge me the world, if 'tis not gross in sense

1.2.73291That thou hast practiced on her with foul charms,

1.2.74292Abused her delicate youth with drugs or minerals

1.2.75293That weaken motion. I'll have't disputed on--

1.2.76294'Tis probable and palpable to thinking.

1.2.77295I therefore apprehend and do attach thee

1.2.78296For an abuser of the world, a practiser

1.2.79297Of arts inhibited and out of warrant.

1.2.80298Lay hold upon him; if he do resist,

1.2.81299Subdue him at his peril.

Subdue him at his peril. Hold your hands,

1.2.82301Both you of my inclining and the rest.

1.2.83302Were it my cue to fight, I should have known it

1.2.84303Without a prompter. Whither will you that I go

1.2.85304To answer this your charge?

To answer this your charge? To prison, till fit time

1.2.86306Of law and course of direct session

1.2.87307Call thee to answer.

Call thee to answer. What if I do obey?

1.2.88309How may the duke be therewith satisfied,

1.2.89310Whose messengers are here about my side

1.2.90311Upon some present business of the state

1.2.91312To bring me to him?

To bring me to him? 'Tis true, most worthy signor.

1.2.92314The duke's in council, and your noble self

1.2.93315I am sure is sent for.

I am sure is sent for. How? The duke in council?

1.2.94317In this time of the night? Bring him away!

1.2.95318Mine's not an idle cause. The duke himself,

1.2.96319Or any of my brothers of the state,

1.2.97320Cannot but feel this wrong as 'twere their own;

1.2.98321For if such actions may have passage free,

1.2.99322Bondslaves and pagans shall our statesmen be.

There is no composition in this news

1.3.2326That gives them credit.

That gives them credit. Indeed, they are disproportioned;

1.3.3328My letters say a hundred and seven galleys.

And mine a hundred forty.

And mine a hundred forty. And mine two hundred.

1.3.5331But though they jump not on a just account--

1.3.6332As in these cases where the aim reports

1.3.7333'Tis oft with difference--yet do they all confirm

1.3.8334A Turkish fleet, and bearing up to Cyprus.

Nay, it is possible enough to judgment;

1.3.10336I do not so secure me in the error,

1.3.11337But the main article I do approve

1.3.12338In fearful sense.

(Within) What ho, what ho, what ho!

A messenger from the galleys.

Now, what's the business?

The Turkish preparation makes for Rhodes,

1.3.18344So was I bid report here to the state

1.3.19345By Signor Angelo.

How say you by this change?

How say you by this change? This cannot be,

1.3.21348By no assay of reason. 'Tis a pageant

1.3.22349To keep us in false gaze. When we consider

1.3.23350Th'importancy of Cyprus to the Turk,

1.3.24351And let ourselves again but understand

1.3.25352That as it more concerns the Turk than Rhodes,

1.3.26353So may he with more facile question bear it,

1.3.27354For that it stands not in such warlike brace,

1.3.28355But altogether lacks th'abilities

1.3.29356That Rhodes is dressed in. If we make thought of this,

1.3.30357We must not think the Turk is so unskillful

1.3.31358To leave that latest which concerns him first,

1.3.32359Neglecting an attempt of ease and gain

1.3.33360To wake and wage a danger profitless.

Nay, in all confidence he's not for Rhodes.

Here is more news.

The Ottomites, reverend and gracious,

1.3.38365Steering with due course toward the isle of Rhodes,

1.3.39366Have there injointed them with an after fleet.

Ay, so I thought. How many, as you guess?

Of thirty sail; and now they do restem

1.3.42369Their backward course, bearing with frank appearance

1.3.43370Their purposes toward Cyprus. Signor Montano,

1.3.44371Your trusty and most valiant servitor,

1.3.45372With his free duty, recommends you thus

1.3.46373And prays you to believe him.

'Tis certain then for Cyprus.

1.3.48375Marcus Luccicos--is not he in town?

He's now in Florence.

Write from us 378to him; post-post-haste, dispatch.

Here comes Brabantio and the valiant Moor.

Valiant Othello, we must straight employ you

1.3.54383Against the general enemy Ottoman.

1.3.55384[To Brabantio] I did not see you. Welcome, gentle signor.

1.3.56385We lacked your counsel and your help tonight.

So did I yours. Good your grace, pardon me.

1.3.58387Neither my place nor aught I heard of business

1.3.59388Hath raised me from my bed; nor doth the general care

1.3.60389Take hold on me, for my particular grief

1.3.61390Is of so floodgate and o'erbearing nature

1.3.62391That it engluts and swallows other sorrows

1.3.63392And it is still itself.

And it is still itself. Why? What's the matter?

My daughter! Oh, my daughter!

My daughter! Oh, my daughter! Dead?

My daughter! Oh, my daughter! Dead? Ay, to me.

1.3.65397She is abused, stolen from me, and corrupted

1.3.66398By spells and medicines bought of mountebanks;

1.3.67399For nature so preposterously to err--

1.3.68400Being not deficient, blind, or lame of sense--

1.3.69401Sans witchcraft could not.

Whoe'er he be that in this foul proceeding

1.3.71403Hath thus beguiled your daughter of herself,

1.3.72404And you of her, the bloody book of law

1.3.73405You shall yourself read in the bitter letter

1.3.74406After your own sense, yea, though our proper son

1.3.75407Stood in your action.

Stood in your action. Humbly I thank your grace.

1.3.76409Here is the man--this Moor, whom now it seems

1.3.77410Your special mandate for the state affairs

1.3.78411Hath hither brought.

Hath hither brought. We are very sorry for't.

[to Othello] What, in your own part, can you say to this?

Nothing but "This is so."

Most potent, grave, and reverend signors,

1.3.82416My very noble and approved good masters,

1.3.83417That I have ta'en away this old man's daughter,

1.3.84418It is most true; true, I have married her.

1.3.85419The very head and front of my offending

1.3.86420Hath this extent, no more. Rude am I in my speech,

1.3.87421And little blessed with the soft phrase of peace--

1.3.88422For since these arms of mine had seven year's pith,

1.3.89423Till now some nine moons wasted, they have used

1.3.90424Their dearest action in the tented field--

1.3.91425And little of this great world can I speak

1.3.92426More than pertains to feats of broils and battle,

1.3.93427And therefore little shall I grace my cause

1.3.94428In speaking for myself. Yet, by your gracious patience,

1.3.95429I will a round, unvarnished tale deliver

1.3.96430Of my whole course of love--431what drugs, what charms,

1.3.97432What conjuration, and what mighty magic--

1.3.98433For such proceeding I am charged withal--

1.3.99434I won his daughter.

I won his daughter. A maiden never bold,

1.3.100436Of spirit so still and quiet that her motion

1.3.101437Blushed at herself, and she--in spite of nature,

1.3.102438Of years, of country, credit, everything--

1.3.103439To fall in love with what she feared to look on?

1.3.104440It is a judgment maimed and most imperfect

1.3.105441That will confess perfection so could err

1.3.106442Against all rules of nature, and must be driven

1.3.107443To find out practises of cunning hell

1.3.108444Why this should be. I therefore vouch again

1.3.109445That with some mixtures powerful o'er the blood,

1.3.110446Or with some dram conjured to this effect,

1.3.111447He wrought upon her.

He wrought upon her. To vouch this is no proof

1.3.112449Without more wider and more overt test

1.3.113450Than these thin habits and poor likelihoods

1.3.114451Of modern seeming do prefer against him.

But, Othello, speak:

1.3.116453Did you by indirect and forcèd courses

1.3.117454Subdue and poison this young maid's affections?

1.3.118455Or came it by request and such fair question

1.3.119456As soul to soul affordeth?

As soul to soul affordeth? I do beseech you,

1.3.120458Send for the lady to the Sagittary

1.3.121459And let her speak of me before her father;

1.3.122460If you do find me foul in her report,

1.3.123461The trust, the office I do hold of you

1.3.124462Not only take away, but let your sentence

1.3.125463Even fall upon my life.

Even fall upon my life. Fetch Desdemona hither.

Ancient, conduct them; 466you best know the place.

1.3.127467And till she come, as truly as to heaven

1.3.128468I do confess the vices of my blood,

1.3.129469So justly to your grave ears I'll present

1.3.130470How I did thrive in this fair lady's love,

1.3.131471And she in mine.

And she in mine. Say it, Othello.

Her father loved me, oft invited me,

1.3.133474Still questioned me the story of my life

1.3.134475From year to year--the battle, sieges, fortune

1.3.135476That I have passed.

1.3.136477I ran it through, even from my boyish days

1.3.137478To th'very moment that he bade me tell it,

1.3.138479Wherein I spoke of most disastrous chances,

1.3.139480Of moving accidents by flood and field,

1.3.140481Of hairbreadth scapes i'th'imminent deadly breach;

1.3.141482Of being taken by the insolent foe

1.3.142483And sold to slavery, of my redemption thence

1.3.143484And portance in my traveler's history,

1.3.144485Wherein of antars vast and deserts idle,

1.3.145486Rough quarries, rocks, hills whose heads touch heaven,

1.3.146487It was my hint to speak--such was my process--

1.3.147488And of the cannibals that each other eat,

1.3.148489The anthropophagi, and men whose heads

1.3.149490Do grow beneath their shoulders. These things to hear

1.3.150491Would Desdemona seriously incline,

1.3.151492But still the house affairs would draw her thence,

1.3.152493Which ever as she could with haste dispatch,

1.3.153494She'd come again and with a greedy ear

1.3.154495Devour up my discourse; which I, observing,

1.3.155496Took once a pliant hour and found good means

1.3.156497To draw from her a prayer of earnest heart

1.3.157498That I would all my pilgrimage dilate,

1.3.158499Whereof by parcels she had something heard,

1.3.159500But not intentively. I did consent,

1.3.160501And often did beguile her of her tears

1.3.161502When I did speak of some distressful stroke

1.3.162503That my youth suffered. My story being done,

1.3.163504She gave me for my pains a world of kisses;

1.3.164505She swore in faith 'twas strange, 'twas passing strange;

1.3.165506'Twas pitiful, 'twas wondrous pitiful.

1.3.166507She wished she had not heard it, yet she wished

1.3.167508That heaven had made her such a man. She thanked me,

1.3.168509And bade me, if I had a friend that loved her,

1.3.169510I should but teach him how to tell my story

1.3.170511And that would woo her. Upon this hint I spake.

1.3.171512She loved me for the dangers I had passed,

1.3.172513And I loved her that she did pity them.

1.3.173514This only is the witchcraft I have used.

1.3.174515Here comes the lady; let her witness it.

I think this tale would win my daughter too.

1.3.177518Good Brabantio, take up this mangled matter at the best.

1.3.178519Men do their broken weapons rather use

1.3.179520Than their bare hands.

Than their bare hands. I pray you hear her speak.

1.3.180522If she confess that she was half the wooer,

1.3.181523Destruction on my head if my bad blame

1.3.182524Light on the man. Come hither, gentle mistress.

1.3.183525Do you perceive in all this noble company

1.3.184526Where most you owe obedience?

Where most you owe obedience? My noble father,

1.3.185528I do perceive here a divided duty.

1.3.186529To you I am bound for life and education;

1.3.187530My life and education both do learn me

1.3.188531How to respect you. You are the lord of duty;

1.3.189532I am hitherto your daughter. But here's my husband,

1.3.190533And so much duty as my mother showed

1.3.191534To you, preferring you before her father,

1.3.192535So much I challenge that I may profess

1.3.193536Due to the Moor my lord.

God be with you! I have done.

1.3.195538Please it your grace, on to the state affairs.

1.3.196539I had rather to adopt a child than get it.

1.3.197540Come hither, Moor.

1.3.198541[To Othello] I here do give thee that with all my heart

1.3.199542Which, but thou hast already, with all my heart

1.3.200543I would keep from thee. [To Desdemona] For your sake, jewel,

1.3.201544I am glad at soul I have no other child,

1.3.202545For thy escape would teach me tyranny

1.3.203546To hang clogs on them. [To the Duke] I have done, my lord.

Let me speak like yourself 548and lay a sentence,

1.3.205549Which as a grise or step may help these lovers

1.3.206549.1Into your favor.

1.3.207550When remedies are past, the griefs are ended

1.3.208551By seeing the worst, which late on hopes depended.

1.3.209552To mourn a mischief that is past and gone

1.3.210553Is the next way to draw new mischief on.

1.3.211554What cannot be preserved when fortune takes,

1.3.212555Patience her injury a mockery makes.

1.3.213556The robbed that smiles steals something from the thief;

1.3.214557He robs himself that spends a bootless grief.

So let the Turk of Cyprus us beguile;

1.3.216559We lose it not so long as we can smile.

1.3.217560He bears the sentence well that nothing bears,

1.3.218561But the free comfort which from thence he hears;

1.3.219562But he bears both the sentence and the sorrow

1.3.220563That, to pay grief, must of poor patience borrow.

1.3.221564These sentences to sugar or to gall,

1.3.222565Being strong on both sides, are equivocal.

1.3.223566But words are words; I never yet did hear

1.3.224567That the bruised heart was piercèd through the ears.

1.3.225568I humbly beseech you proceed to th'affairs of state.

The Turk with a most mighty preparation 570makes for Cyprus. Othello, the fortitude of the place is 571best known to you, and though we have there a 572substitute of most allowed sufficiency, yet opinion, a more 573sovereign mistress of effects, throws a more safer 574voice on you. You must therefore be content to slubber 575the gloss of your new fortunes with this more 576stubborn and boisterous expedition.

The tyrant custom, most grave senators,

1.3.228578Hath made the flinty and steel couch of war

1.3.229579My thrice-driven bed of down. I do agnize

1.3.230580A natural and prompt alacrity

1.3.231581I find in hardness, and do undertake

1.3.232582This present war against the Ottomites.

1.3.233583Most humbly therefore bending to your state,

1.3.234584I crave fit disposition for my wife,

1.3.235585Due reference of place and exhibition,

1.3.236586With such accommodation and besort

1.3.237587As levels with her breeding.

Why, at her father's.

Why, at her father's. I will not have it so.

Nor I.

Nor would I there reside

1.3.241592To put my father in impatient thoughts

1.3.242593By being in his eye. Most gracious duke,

1.3.243594To my unfolding lend your prosperous ear,

1.3.244595And let me find a charter in your voice

1.3.245596T'assist my simpleness.

T'assist my simpleness. What would you, Desdemona?

That I did love the Moor to live with him,

1.3.247599My downright violence and storm of fortunes

1.3.248600May trumpet to the world. My heart's subdued

1.3.249601Even to the very quality of my lord;

1.3.250602I saw Othello's visage in his mind,

1.3.251603And to his honors and his valiant parts

1.3.252604Did I my soul and fortunes consecrate.

1.3.253605So that, dear lords, if I be left behind,

1.3.254606A moth of peace, and he go to the war,

1.3.255607The rites for why I love him are bereft me,

1.3.256608And I a heavy interim shall support

1.3.257609By his dear absence. Let me go with him.

Let her have your voice.

1.3.259611Vouch with me, heaven; I therefore beg it not

1.3.260612To please the palate of my appetite,

1.3.261613Nor to comply with heat the young affects

1.3.262614In my defunct and proper satisfaction,

1.3.263615But to be free and bounteous to her mind;

1.3.264616And heaven defend your good souls that you think

1.3.265617I will your serious and great business scant

1.3.266618When she is with me. No, when light-winged toys

1.3.267619Of feathered Cupid seel with wanton dullness

1.3.268620My speculative and officed instruments

1.3.269621That my disports corrupt and taint my business,

1.3.270622Let housewives make a skillet of my helm

1.3.271623And all indign and base adversities

1.3.272624Make head against my estimation.

Be it as you shall privately determine,

1.3.274626Either for her stay or going. Th'affair cries haste,

1.3.275627And speed must answer it.

And speed must answer it. You must away tonight.

Tonight, my lord?

Tonight, my lord? This night.

Tonight, my lord? This night. With all my heart.

At nine i'th'morning here we'll meet again.

1.3.278631Othello, leave some officer behind

1.3.279632And he shall our commission bring to you,

1.3.280633And such things else of quality and respect

1.3.281634As doth import you.

As doth import you. So please your grace, my ancient--

1.3.282636A man he is of honesty and trust--

1.3.283637To his conveyance I assign my wife,

1.3.284638With what else needful your good grace shall think

1.3.285639To be sent after me.

To be sent after me. Let it be so.

1.3.286641Goodnight to everyone--and, noble signor,

1.3.287642If virtue no delighted beauty lack,

1.3.288643Your son-in-law is far more fair than black.

Adieu, brave Moor, use Desdemona well.

Look to her, Moor, if thou hast eyes to see;

1.3.291646She has deceived her father, and may thee.

My life upon her faith! Honest Iago,

1.3.293648My Desdemona must I leave to thee.

1.3.294649I prithee let thy wife attend on her,

1.3.295650And bring them after in the best advantage.

1.3.296651Come Desdemona, I have but an hour

1.3.297652Of love, of worldly matter and direction

1.3.298653To spend with thee. We must obey the time.

Iago.

What sayst thou, noble heart?

What will I do, think'st thou?

Why, go to bed and sleep.

I will incontinently drown myself.

If thou dost, I shall never love thee after. Why, 660thou silly gentleman?

It is silliness to live when to live is torment; 662and then have we a prescription to die, when death is 663our physician.

Oh, villainous! I have looked upon the world 665for four times seven years, and, since I could distinguish 666betwixt a benefit and an injury, I never found man that 667knew how to love himself. Ere I would say I would 668drown myself for the love of a guinea-hen, I would 669change my humanity with a baboon.

What should I do? I confess it is my shame 671to be so fond, but it is not in my virtue to amend it.

Virtue? A fig! 'Tis in ourselves that we are 673thus or thus. Our bodies are our gardens to the which 674our wills are gardeners, so that if we will plant 675nettles or sow lettuce, set hyssop and weed up thyme, 676supply it with one gender of herbs or distract it with 677many, either to have it sterile with idleness or 678manured with industry--why, the power and corrigible 679authority of this lies in our wills. If the beam of our lives 680had not one scale of reason to poise another of 681sensuality, the blood and baseness of our natures would 682conduct us to most preposterous conclusions. But we 683have reason to cool our raging motions, our carnal 684stings, our unbitted lusts--whereof I take this that you 685call love to be a sect or scion.

It cannot be.

It is merely a lust of the blood and a permission 688of the will. Come, be a man! Drown thyself? Drown 689cats and blind puppies. I have professed me thy friend, 690and I confess me knit to thy deserving with cables of 691perdurable toughness. I could never better stead thee 692than now. Put money in thy purse. Follow thou the 693wars; defeat thy favor with an usurped beard. I say, 694put money in thy purse. It cannot be long that Desdemona 695should continue her love to the Moor--put money in 696thy purse--nor he his to her. It was a violent 697commencement in her, and thou shalt see an answerable 698sequestration--put but money in thy purse. These Moors 699are changeable in their wills--fill thy purse with money. 700The food that to him now is as luscious as locusts 701shall be to him shortly as acerb as coloquintida. She 702must change for youth; when she is sated with his body, 703she will find the errors of her choice. Therefore, put 704money in thy purse. If thou wilt needs damn thyself, do 705it a more delicate way than drowning. Make all the 706money thou canst. If sanctimony and a frail vow 707betwixt an erring barbarian and a super-subtle Venetian be 708not too hard for my wits and all the tribe of hell, thou 709shalt enjoy her. Therefore make money. A pox of 710drowning thyself. It is clean out of the way. Seek thou 711rather to be hanged in compassing thy joy than to be 712drowned and go without her.

Wilt thou be fast to my hopes, if I depend on 714the issue?

Thou art sure of me--go, make money--I have 716told thee often, and I retell thee again and again: I 717hate the Moor. My cause is hearted; thine hath no less 718reason. Let us be conjunctive in our revenge against 719him. If thou canst cuckold him, thou dost thyself a 720pleasure, me a sport. There are many events in the 721womb of time which will be delivered. Traverse, go, 722provide thy money. We will have more of this 723tomorrow. Adieu.

Where shall we meet i'th'morning?

At my lodging.

I'll be with thee betimes.

Go to, farewell. Do you hear, Roderigo?

What say you?

No more of drowning, do you hear?

I am changed.

Go to, farewell. Put money enough in your purse.

I'll sell all my land.

Thus do I ever make my fool my purse;

1.3.323730For I mine own gained knowledge should profane

1.3.324731If I would time expend with such a snipe

1.3.325732But for my sport and profit. I hate the Moor,

1.3.326733And it is thought abroad that 'twixt my sheets

1.3.327734He's done my office. I know not if't be true,

1.3.328735But I, for mere suspicion in that kind,

1.3.329736Will do as if for surety. He holds me well;

1.3.330737The better shall my purpose work on him.

1.3.331738Cassio's a proper man--let me see now:

1.3.332739To get his place and to plume up my will

1.3.333740In double knavery--How? How? Let's see:

1.3.334741After some time to abuse Othello's ears

1.3.335742That he is too familiar with his wife.

1.3.336743He hath a person and a smooth dispose

1.3.337744To be suspected, framed to make women false.

1.3.338745The Moor is of a free and open nature

1.3.339746That thinks men honest that but seem to be so,

1.3.340747And will as tenderly be led by'th'nose 748as asses are.

1.3.341749I have't. It is engendered. Hell and night

1.3.342750Must bring this monstrous birth to the world's light.

What from the cape can you discern at sea?

Nothing at all; it is a high-wrought flood.

2.1.3755I cannot 'twixt the heaven and the main

2.1.4756Descry a sail.

Methinks the wind hath spoke aloud at land.

2.1.6758A fuller blast ne'er shook our battlements;

2.1.7759If it hath ruffianed so upon the sea,

2.1.8760What ribs of oak, when mountains melt on them,

2.1.9761Can hold the mortise? What shall we hear of this?

A segregation of the Turkish fleet--

2.1.11763For do but stand upon the foaming shore,

2.1.12764The chiding billow seems to pelt the clouds,

2.1.13765The wind-shaked surge with high and monstrous mane

2.1.14766Seems to cast water on the burning Bear

2.1.15767And quench the guards of th'ever-fixèd Pole.

2.1.16768I never did like molestation view

2.1.17769On the enchafèd flood.

On the enchafèd flood. If that the Turkish fleet

2.1.18771Be not ensheltered and embayed, they are drowned;

2.1.19772It is impossible to bear it out.

News, lads! Our wars are done.

2.1.22775The desperate tempest hath so banged the Turks

2.1.23776That their designment halts. A noble ship of Venice

2.1.24777Hath seen a grievous wreck and sufferance

2.1.25778On most part of their fleet.

On most part of their fleet. How? Is this true?

The ship is here put in, a Veronnesa. Michael Cassio,

2.1.27781Lieutenant to the warlike Moor, Othello,

2.1.28782Is come on shore; the Moor himself at sea,

2.1.29783And is in full commission here for Cyprus.

I am glad on't; 785'tis a worthy governor.

But this same Cassio, though he speak of comfort

2.1.32787Touching the Turkish loss, yet he looks sadly

2.1.33788And prays the Moor be safe, for they were parted

2.1.34789With foul and violent tempest.

With foul and violent tempest. Pray heavens he be,

2.1.35791For I have served him, and the man commands

2.1.36792Like a full soldier. Let's to the seaside, ho!

2.1.37793As well to see the vessel that's come in

2.1.38794As to throw out our eyes for brave Othello,

2.1.39795Even till we make the main and th'aerial blue

2.1.40796An indistinct regard.

An indistinct regard. Come, let's do so;

2.1.41798For every minute is expectancy

2.1.42799Of more arrivancy.

Thanks, you the valiant of this warlike isle

2.1.45802That so approve the Moor. Oh, let the heavens

2.1.46803Give him defense against the elements,

2.1.47804For I have lost him on a dangerous sea.

Is he well shipped?

His bark is stoutly timbered, and his pilot

2.1.50807Of very expert and approved allowance;

2.1.51808Therefore my hopes, not surfeited to death,

2.1.52809Stand in bold cure.

Stand in bold cure. What noise?

The town is empty; on the brow o'th'sea

2.1.54813Stand ranks of people, and they cry "A sail!"

My hopes do shape him for the governor.

They do discharge their shot of courtesy;

2.1.57816Our friends at least.

I pray you sir, go forth

2.1.59818And give us truth who 'tis that is arrived.

I shall.

But good lieutenant, is your general wived?

Most fortunately; he hath achieved a maid

2.1.63822That paragons description and wild fame,

2.1.64823One that excels the quirks of blazoning pens

2.1.65824And in th'essential vesture of creation

2.1.66825Does tire the ingener.

Does tire the ingener. 827How now? Who has put in?

'Tis one Iago, ancient to the general.

He's had most favorable and happy speed.

2.1.70830Tempests themselves, high seas and howling winds,

2.1.71831The guttered rocks and congregated sands,

2.1.72832Traitors ensteeped to enclog the guiltless keel,

2.1.73833As having sense of beauty, do omit

2.1.74834Their mortal natures, letting go safely by

2.1.75835The divine Desdemona.

The divine Desdemona. What is she?

She that I spake of, 838our great captain's captain,

2.1.77839Left in the conduct of the bold Iago,

2.1.78840Whose footing here anticipates our thoughts

2.1.79841A sennight's speed. Great Jove, Othello guard,

2.1.80842And swell his sail with thine own powerful breath

2.1.81843That he may bless this bay with his tall ship,

2.1.82844Make love's quick pants in Desdemona's arms,

2.1.83845Give renewed fire to our extincted spirits

2.1.84847And bring all Cyprus comfort--

And bring all Cyprus comfort-- 846Oh, behold,

2.1.85848The riches of the ship is come on shore!

2.1.86849You men of Cyprus, let her have your knees.

2.1.87850Hail to thee, lady, and the grace of heaven,

2.1.88851Before, behind thee, and on every hand

2.1.89852Enwheel thee round.

Enwheel thee round. I thank you, valiant Cassio.

2.1.90854What tidings can you tell me of my lord?

He is not yet arrived, nor know I aught

2.1.92856But that he's well and will be shortly here.

Oh, but I fear--858how lost you company?

The great contention of the sea and skies

2.1.95860Parted our fellowship.

Parted our fellowship. But hark, a sail.

They give this greeting to the citadel;

2.1.97863This likewise is a friend.

This likewise is a friend. See for the news.

2.1.98865Good ancient, you are welcome. Welcome, mistress.

2.1.99866Let it not gall your patience, good Iago,

2.1.100867That I extend my manners. 'Tis my breeding

2.1.101868That gives me this bold show of courtesy.

Sir, would she give you so much of her lips

2.1.103870As of her tongue she oft bestows on me,

2.1.104871You'd have enough.

You'd have enough. Alas, she has no speech!

In faith, too much;

2.1.106874I find it still when I have leave to sleep.

2.1.107875Marry, before your ladyship, I grant,

2.1.108876She puts her tongue a little in her heart

2.1.109877And chides with thinking.

You have little cause to say so.

Come on, come on! You are pictures out of 880doors, bells in your parlors, wildcats in your 881kitchens, saints in your injuries, devils being offended, 882players in your housewifery, and housewives in your 883beds.

Oh, fie upon thee, slanderer!

Nay, it is true, or else I am a Turk.

2.1.114886You rise to play and go to bed to work.

You shall not write my praise.

You shall not write my praise. No, let me not.

What wouldst write of me, if thou shouldst 890praise me?

Oh, gentle lady, do not put me to't,

2.1.118892For I am nothing if not critical.

Come on, assay--894there's one gone to the harbor?

Ay, madam.

I am not merry, but I do beguile

2.1.122897The thing I am by seeming otherwise.

2.1.123898Come, how wouldst thou praise me?

I am about it, but indeed my invention comes 900from my pate as birdlime does from frieze; it plucks 901out brains and all. But my muse labors, and thus she 902is delivered:

Well praised! 906How if she be black and witty?

Worse and worse.

Worse and worse. How if fair and foolish?

These are old fond paradoxes to make fools 914laugh i'th'alehouse. What miserable praise hast thou 915for her that's foul and foolish?

O heavy ignorance! Thou praisest the worst 919best. But what praise couldst thou bestow on a 920deserving woman indeed? One that in the authority of her 921merit did justly put on the vouch of very malice 922itself.

To do what?

O most lame and impotent conclusion! Do 937not learn of him Emilia, though he be thy husband. 938How say you, Cassio, is he not a most profane and 939liberal counselor?

He speaks home, madam. You may relish 941him more in the soldier than in the scholar.

[Aside] He takes her by the palm. Ay, well said, 943whisper! With as little a web as this will I ensnare as great 944a fly as Cassio. Ay, smile upon her, do! I will gyve thee 945in thine own courtship. You say true; 'tis so indeed. 946If such tricks as these strip you out of your lieutenantry,947 it had been better you had not kissed your three 948fingers so oft, which now again you are most apt to play 949the sir in. Very good! Well kissed and excellent courtesy!950 'Tis so indeed. Yet again, your fingers to your 951lips? Would they were clysterpipes for your 952sake.

2.1.153953[Aloud] The Moor. I know his trumpet.

'Tis truly so.

Let's meet him and receive him.

Lo, where he comes.

O my fair warrior!

O my fair warrior! My dear Othello.

It gives me wonder great as my content

2.1.160961To see you here before me. 962O my soul's joy!

2.1.161963If after every tempest come such calms,

2.1.162964May the winds blow till they have wakened death,

2.1.163965And let the laboring bark climb hills of seas

2.1.164966Olympus-high and duck again as low

2.1.165967As hell's from heaven. If it were now to die,

2.1.166968'Twere now to be most happy, for I fear

2.1.167969My soul hath her content so absolute

2.1.168970That not another comfort like to this

2.1.169971Succeeds in unknown fate.

Succeeds in unknown fate. The heavens forbid

2.1.170973But that our loves 974and comforts should increase

2.1.171975Even as our days do grow.

Even as our days do grow. Amen to that, sweet powers.

2.1.172977I cannot speak enough of this content;

2.1.173978It stops me here; it is too much of joy.

2.1.174979And this, and this--

And this, and this-- --the greatest discords be

2.1.175980That ere our hearts shall make.

[Aside] Oh, you are well tuned now! But I'll set down 982the pegs that make this music, as honest as I am.

Come, let us to the castle.

2.1.178984News, friends: our wars are done; 985the Turks are drowned.

2.1.179986How does my old acquaintance of this isle?

2.1.180987Honey, you shall be well desired in Cyprus;

2.1.181988I have found great love amongst them. O my sweet,

2.1.182989I prattle out of fashion and I dote

2.1.183990In mine own comforts. I prithee, good Iago,

2.1.184991Go to the bay and disembark my coffers.

2.1.185992Bring thou the master to the citadel;

2.1.186993He is a good one, and his worthiness

2.1.187994Does challenge much respect. Come, Desdemona,

2.1.188995Once more well met at Cyprus.

Do thou meet me presently at the harbor. 998Come thither, if thou be'st valiant--as they say base men 999being in love have then a nobility in their natures 1000more than is native to them--list me: the lieutenant 1001tonight watches on the court of guard. First, I must tell 1002thee this: Desdemona is directly in love with him.

With him? Why, 'tis not possible.

Lay thy finger thus, and let thy soul be 1005instructed. Mark me with what violence she first loved 1006the Moor, but for bragging and telling her fantastical 1007lies. To love him still for prating? Let not thy discreet 1008heart think it. Her eye must be fed. And what delight 1009shall she have to look on the devil? When the blood 1010is made dull with the act of sport, there should be a 1011game to enflame it, and, to give satiety a fresh appetite, 1012loveliness in favor, sympathy in years, manners, 1013and beauties--all which the Moor is defective in. Now, 1014for want of these required conveniences her delicate 1015tenderness will find itself abused, begin to heave the 1016gorge, disrelish and abhor the Moor. Very nature will 1017instruct her in it and compel her to some second choice. 1018Now sir, this granted (as it is a most pregnant and 1019unforced position) who stands so eminent in the degree of 1020this fortune as Cassio does--a knave very voluble, no 1021further conscionable than in putting on the mere form 1022of civil and humane seeming for the better compass 1023of his salt and most hidden loose affection? Why none, 1024why none! A slipper and subtle knave, a finder of 1025occasion that has an eye can stamp and counterfeit 1026advantages though true advantage never present itself. 1027A devilish knave! Besides, the knave is handsome, young, 1028and hath all those requisites in him that folly and green 1029minds look after--a pestilent complete knave, and the 1030woman hath found him already.

I cannot believe that in her; she's full of most 1032blessed condition.

Blessed fig's-end! The wine she drinks is 1034made of grapes. If she had been blessed, she would 1035never have loved the Moor. Blessed pudding! Didst thou 1036not see her paddle with the palm of his hand? Didst not 1037mark that?

Yes, that I did; but that was but courtesy.

Lechery, by this hand--an index and obscure 1040prologue to the history of lust and foul thoughts. 1041They met so near with their lips that their breaths 1042embraced together. Villainous thoughts, Roderigo, when 1043these mutualities so marshal the way, hard at hand 1044comes the master and main exercise, th'incorporate 1045conclusion--pish! But sir, be you ruled by me. I have 1046brought you from Venice. Watch you tonight; for 1047the command, I'll lay't upon you. Cassio knows you 1048not; I'll not be far from you. Do you find some 1049occasion to anger Cassio, either by speaking too loud, or 1050tainting his discipline, or from what other course 1051you please which the time shall more favorably 1052minister.

Well.

Sir, he's rash and very sudden in choler, and 1055haply may strike at you. Provoke him that he may, for 1056even out of that will I cause these of Cyprus to mutiny, 1057whose qualification shall come into no true taste 1058again but by the displanting of Cassio. So shall you 1059have a shorter journey to your desires by the means I 1060shall then have to prefer them, and the impediment 1061most profitably removed without the which there were 1062no expectation of our prosperity.

I will do this, if you can bring it to any 1064opportunity.

I warrant thee. Meet me by and by at the 1066citadel. I must fetch his necessaries ashore. 1067Farewell.

Adieu.

That Cassio loves her, I do well believ't;

2.1.2031070That she loves him, 'tis apt and of great credit.

2.1.2041071The Moor, howbeit that I endure him not,

2.1.2051072Is of a constant, loving, noble nature,

2.1.2061073And I dare think he'll prove to Desdemona

2.1.2071074A most dear husband. Now I do love her too,

2.1.2081075Not out of absolute lust (though peradventure

2.1.2091076I stand accountant for as great a sin),

2.1.2101077But partly led to diet my revenge,

2.1.2111078For that I do suspect the lusty Moor

2.1.2121079Hath leaped into my seat--the thought whereof

2.1.2131080Doth like a poisonous mineral gnaw my inwards,

2.1.2141081And nothing can or shall content my soul

2.1.2151082Till I am evened with him, wife for wife;

2.1.2161083Or failing so, yet that I put the Moor

2.1.2171084At least into a jealousy so strong

2.1.2181085That judgment cannot cure; which thing to do,

2.1.2191086If this poor trash of Venice, whom I trace

2.1.2201087For his quick hunting, stand the putting on,

2.1.2211088I'll have our Michael Cassio on the hip,

2.1.2221089Abuse him to the Moor in the right garb

2.1.2231090(For I fear Cassio with my nightcap too),

2.1.2241091Make the Moor thank me, love me, and reward me

2.1.2251092for making him egregiously an ass

2.1.2261093And practicing upon his peace and quiet

2.1.2271094Even to madness. 'Tis here, but yet confused;

2.1.2281095Knavery's plain face is never seen till used.

Good Michael, look you to the guard tonight.

2.3.21112Let's teach ourselves that honorable stop

2.3.31113Not to outsport discretion.

Iago hath direction what to do;

2.3.51115But notwithstanding, with my personal eye

2.3.61116Will I look to't.

Will I look to't. Iago is most honest.

2.3.71118Michael, goodnight. Tomorrow with your earliest

2.3.81119Let me have speech with you. [To Desdemona] Come, my dear love,

2.3.91120The purchase made, the fruits are to ensue;

2.3.101121That profit's yet to come 'tween me and you.

2.3.111122Goodnight.

Welcome, Iago. We must to the watch.

Not this hour, lieutenant; 'tis not yet ten 1126o'th'clock. Our general cast us thus early for the 1127love of his Desdemona, who let us not therefore blame; 1128he hath not yet made wanton the night with her, and 1129she is sport for Jove.

She's a most exquisite lady.

And I'll warrant her full of game.

Indeed she's a most fresh and delicate creature.

What an eye she has! 1134Methinks it sounds a parley to provocation.

An inviting eye--1136and yet methinks right modest.

And when she speaks, 1138is it not an alarum to love?

She is indeed perfection.

Well, happiness to their sheets. Come, 1141lieutenant, I have a stoup of wine and here without are a 1142brace of Cyprus gallants that would fain have a 1143measure to the health of black Othello.

Not tonight, good Iago. I have very poor 1145and unhappy brains for drinking. I could well wish 1146courtesy would invent some other custom of 1147entertainment.

Oh, they are our friends--but one cup; I'll 1149drink for you.

I have drunk but one cup tonight, and that 1151was craftily qualified too, and behold what innovation 1152it makes here. I am infortunate in the infirmity and 1153dare not task my weakness with any more.

What, man? 'Tis a night of revels; the 1155gallants desire it.

Where are they?

Here at the door. I pray you call them in.

I'll do't, but it dislikes me.

If I can fasten but one cup upon him

2.3.311160With that which he hath drunk tonight already,

2.3.321161He'll be as full of quarrel and offense

2.3.331162As my young mistress's dog. 1163Now, my sick fool Roderigo,

2.3.341164Whom love hath turned almost the wrong side out,

2.3.351165To Desdemona hath tonight caroused

2.3.361166Potations pottle-deep; and he's to watch.

2.3.371167Three else of Cyprus--noble, swelling spirits

2.3.381168That hold their honors in a wary distance,

2.3.391169The very elements of this warlike isle--

2.3.401170Have I tonight flustered with flowing cups,

2.3.411171And they watch too. 1172Now 'mongst this flock of drunkards

2.3.421173Am I to put our Cassio in some action

2.3.431174That may offend the isle. But here they come.

2.3.451176If consequence do but approve my dream,

2.3.461177My boat sails freely, both with wind and stream.

'Fore God, they have given me a rouse already.

Good faith, a little one--not past a pint, as I am a 1180soldier.

Some wine, ho!

2.3.541186Some wine, boys!

'Fore God, an excellent song!

I learned it in England, where indeed they are 1189most potent in potting. Your Dane, your German, 1190and your swag-bellied Hollander--drink, ho!--are 1191nothing to your English.

Is your Englishman so exquisite in his 1193drinking?

Why, he drinks you with facility your Dane 1195dead drunk. He sweats not to overthrow your 1196Almain. He gives your Hollander a vomit ere the next 1197pottle can be filled.

To the health of our general!

I am for it, lieutenant, and I'll do you justice.

O sweet England!

2.3.701209Some wine, ho!

'Fore God, this is a more exquisite song than the 1211other.

Will you hear't again?

No, for I hold him to be unworthy of his place 1214that does those things. Well, God's above all, and 1215there be souls must be saved, and there be souls must 1216not be saved.

It's true, good lieutenant.

For mine own part--no offense to the general 1219nor any man of quality--I hope to be saved.

And so do I too, lieutenant.

Ay--but by your leave, not before me. The 1222lieutenant is to be saved before the ancient. Let's have 1223no more of this. Let's to our affairs. God forgive us our 1224sins. Gentlemen, let's look to our business. Do not 1225think, gentlemen, I am drunk. This is my ancient, this 1226is my right hand and this is my left. I am not drunk 1227now. I can stand well enough, and I speak well enough.

Excellent well.

Why, very well then--you must not think, then, 1230that I am drunk.

To th'platform, masters; come, let's set the 1232watch.

You see this fellow that is gone before:

2.3.821234He's a soldier fit to stand by Caesar

2.3.831235And give direction. And do but see his vice:

2.3.841236'Tis to his virtue a just equinox,

2.3.851237The one as long as th'other. 'Tis pity of him;

2.3.861238I fear the trust Othello puts him in

2.3.871239On some odd time of his infirmity

2.3.881240Will shake this island.

Will shake this island. But is he often thus?

'Tis evermore his prologue to his sleep.

2.3.901243He'll watch the horologe a double set

2.3.911244If drink rock not his cradle.

If drink rock not his cradle. It were well

2.3.921246The general were put in mind of it;

2.3.931247Perhaps he sees it not, or his good nature

2.3.941248Prizes the virtue that appears in Cassio

2.3.951249And looks not on his evils. Is not this true?

[Aside to Roderigo] How now, Roderigo?

2.3.981252I pray you, after the lieutenant go.

And 'tis great pity that the noble Moor

2.3.1001254Should hazard such a place as his own second

2.3.1011255With one of an ingraft infirmity.

2.3.1021256It were an honest action to say so

2.3.1031257To the Moor.

To the Moor. Not I, for this fair island;

2.3.1041259I do love Cassio well, and would do much

2.3.1051260To cure him of this evil--

To cure him of this evil-- --but hark, what noise?

Zounds, you rogue! You rascal!

What's the matter, lieutenant?

A knave teach me my duty? I'll beat the 1265knave into a twiggen bottle.

Beat me?

Dost thou prate, rogue?

Nay, good lieutenant! 1269Pray, sir, hold your hand.

Let me go, sir, 1271or I'll knock you o'er the mazard.

Come, come, you're drunk.

Drunk?

[Aside to Roderigo] Away, I say! Go out and cry a mutiny.

2.3.1181275Nay, good lieutenant. God's will, gentlemen!

2.3.1191276Help, ho! Lieutenant! Sir Montano! Sir!

2.3.1201277Help, masters! Here's a goodly watch indeed.

2.3.1211278Who's that which rings the bell? Diablo, ho!

2.3.1221279The town will rise. God's will, lieutenant, hold.

2.3.1231280You'll be ashamed forever.

What is the matter here?

Zounds, I bleed still! I am hurt to th'death.

2.3.127He dies!

He dies! Hold, for your lives!

Hold, ho! Lieutenant, Sir Montano, gentlemen!

2.3.1291286Have you forgot all place of sense and duty?

2.3.1301287Hold. The general speaks to you--hold, for shame.

Why, how now, ho? From whence ariseth this?

2.3.1321289Are we turned Turks and to ourselves do that

2.3.1331290Which heaven hath forbid the Ottomites?

2.3.1341291For Christian shame, put by this barbarous brawl.

2.3.1351292He that stirs next to carve for his own rage

2.3.1361293Holds his soul light; he dies upon his motion.

2.3.1371294Silence that dreadful bell; it frights the isle

2.3.1381295From her propriety. What is the matter, masters?

2.3.1391296Honest Iago, that looks dead with grieving,

2.3.1401297Speak. Who began this? On thy love, I charge thee.

I do not know. Friends all, but now, even now,

2.3.1421299In quarter and in terms like bride and groom

2.3.1431300Divesting them for bed; and then, but now,

2.3.1441301As if some planet had unwitted men,

2.3.1451302Swords out and tilting one at other's breasts

2.3.1461303In opposition bloody. I cannot speak

2.3.1471304Any beginning to this peevish odds.

2.3.1481305And would in action glorious I had lost

2.3.1491306Those legs that brought me to a part of it.

How comes it, Michael, you are thus forgot?

I pray you pardon me; I cannot speak.

Worthy Montano, you were wont to be civil;

2.3.1531310The gravity and stillness of your youth

2.3.1541311The world hath noted, and your name is great

2.3.1551312In mouths of wisest censure. What's the matter

2.3.1561313That you unlace your reputation thus,

2.3.1571314And spend your rich opinion for the name

2.3.1581315Of a nightbrawler? Give me answer to it.

Worthy Othello, I am hurt to danger.

2.3.1601317Your officer Iago can inform you--

2.3.1611318While I spare speech, which something now offends me--

2.3.1621319Of all that I do know; nor know I ought

2.3.1631320By me that's said or done amiss this night,

2.3.1641321Unless self-charity be sometimes a vice,

2.3.1651322And to defend ourselves it be a sin

2.3.1661323When violence assails us.

When violence assails us. Now, by heaven,

2.3.1671325My blood begins my safer guides to rule,

2.3.1681326And passion, having my best judgment collied,

2.3.1691327Assays to lead the way. Zounds, if I stir,

2.3.1701328Or do but lift this arm, the best of you

2.3.1711329Shall sink in my rebuke. Give me to know

2.3.1721330How this foul rout began, who set it on,

2.3.1731331And he that is approved in this offense,

2.3.1741332Though he had twinned with me both at a birth,

2.3.1751333Shall lose me. What, in a town of war

2.3.1761334Yet wild, the people's hearts brimful of fear,

2.3.1771335To manage private and domestic quarrel

2.3.1781336In night and on the court and guard of safety?

2.3.1791337'Tis monstrous! Iago, who began't?

If, partially affined or leagued in office,

2.3.1811339Thou dost deliver more or less than truth,

2.3.1821340Thou art no soldier.

Thou art no soldier. Touch me not so near.

2.3.1831342I had rather have this tongue cut from my mouth

2.3.1841343Than it should do offence to Michael Cassio;

2.3.1851344Yet I persuade myself to speak the truth

2.3.1861345Shall nothing wrong him. This it is, general:

2.3.1871346Montano and myself being in speech,

2.3.1881347There comes a fellow crying out for help,

2.3.1891348And Cassio following with determined sword

2.3.1901349To execute upon him. Sir, this gentleman

2.3.1911350Steps in to Cassio and entreats his pause;

2.3.1921351Myself the crying fellow did pursue,

2.3.1931352Lest by his clamor, as it so fell out,

2.3.1941353The town might fall in fright. He, swift of foot,

2.3.1951354Outran my purpose, and I returned then, rather

2.3.1961355For that I heard the clink and fall of swords,

2.3.1971356And Cassio high in oath, which till tonight

2.3.1981357I ne'er might say before. When I came back--

2.3.1991358For this was brief--I found them close together

2.3.2001359At blow and thrust, even as again they were

2.3.2011360When you yourself did part them.

2.3.2021361More of this matter cannot I report,

2.3.2031362But men are men; the best sometimes forget.

2.3.2041363Though Cassio did some little wrong to him,

2.3.2051364As men in rage strike those that wish them best,

2.3.2061365Yet surely Cassio, I believe, received

2.3.2071366From him that fled some strange indignity

2.3.2081367Which patience could not pass.

Which patience could not pass. I know, Iago,

2.3.2091369Thy honesty and love doth mince this matter,

2.3.2101370Making it light to Cassio.--Cassio, I love thee,

2.3.2111371But never more be officer of mine.

2.3.2131373Look if my gentle love be not raised up.

2.3.2141374I'll make thee an example.

What is the matter, dear?

What is the matter, dear? All's well, sweeting.

2.3.2161377Come away to bed. [To Montano] Sir, for your hurts

2.3.2171378Myself will be your surgeon. Lead him off.

2.3.2181379Iago, look with care about the town,

2.3.2191380And silence those whom this vile brawl distracted.

2.3.2201381Come, Desdemona; 'tis the soldier's life

2.3.2211382To have their balmy slumbers waked with strife.

What, are you hurt, lieutenant?

Ay, past all surgery.

Marry, God forbid.

Reputation, reputation, reputation! Oh, I have 1387lost my reputation! I have lost the immortal part of 1388myself, and what remains is bestial. My reputation, 1389Iago, my reputation.

As I am an honest man, I had thought you had 1391received some bodily wound; there is more sense in that 1392than in reputation. Reputation is an idle and most false 1393imposition, oft got without merit and lost without 1394deserving. You have lost no reputation at all unless you 1395repute yourself such a loser. What, man, there are 1396more ways to recover the general again. You are 1397but now cast in his mood, a punishment more in 1398policy than in malice--even so as one would beat his 1399offenseless dog to affright an imperious lion. Sue to 1400him again and he's yours.

I will rather sue to be despised than to deceive 1402so good a commander with so slight, so drunken, and so 1403indiscrete an officer. Drunk? and speak parrot? and 1404squabble? swagger? swear? and discourse fustian 1405with one's own shadow? O thou invisible spirit of 1406wine, if thou hast no name to be known by, let us call 1407thee devil!

What was he that you followed with your 1409sword? What had he done to you?

I know not.

Is't possible?

I remember a mass of things, but nothing 1413distinctly; a quarrel, but nothing wherefore. O God, that 1414men should put an enemy in their mouths to steal 1415away their brains! that we should with joy, pleasance, 1416revel and applause transform ourselves into beasts!

Why, but you are now well enough. How 1418came you thus recovered?

It hath pleased the devil drunkenness to give 1420place to the devil wrath; one unperfectness shows me 1421another to make me frankly despise myself.

Come, you are too severe a moraler. As the 1423time, the place, and the condition of this country stands, 1424I could heartily wish this had not befallen; but since it is as 1425it is, mend it for your own good.

I will ask him for my place again; he shall tell 1427me I am a drunkard. Had I as many mouths as Hydra, 1428such an answer would stop them all. To be now a 1429sensible man, by and by a fool, and presently a beast--Oh, 1430strange! Every inordinate cup is unblessed, and the 1431ingredient is a devil.

Come, come, good wine is a good familiar 1433creature if it be well used; exclaim no more against it. 1434And, good lieutenant, I think you think I love 1435you.

I have well approved it, sir--I drunk?

You, or any man living, may be drunk at a 1438time, man. I tell you what you shall do: our general's 1439wife is now the general. I may say so in this respect, 1440for that he hath devoted and given up himself to the 1441contemplation, mark, and devotement of her parts 1442and graces. Confess yourself freely to her; 1443importune her help to put you in your place again. She is 1444of so free, so kind, so apt, so blessed a disposition 1445she holds it a vice in her goodness not to do more 1446than she is requested. This broken joint between 1447you and her husband entreat her to splinter, and, my 1448fortunes against any lay worth naming, this crack of 1449your love shall grow stronger than it was before.

You advise me well.

I protest in the sincerity of love and honest 1452kindness.

I think it freely; and betimes in the 1454morning I will beseech the virtuous Desdemona to undertake 1455for me. I am desperate of my fortunes if they check me.

You are in the right. Goodnight, lieutenant. I 1457must to the watch.

Goodnight, honest Iago.

And what's he, then, 1461that says I play the villain,

2.3.2461462When this advice is free I give, and honest,

2.3.2471463Probal to thinking, and, indeed, the course

2.3.2481464To win the Moor again? 1465For 'tis most easy

2.3.2491466Th'inclining Desdemona to subdue

2.3.2501467In any honest suit. She's framed as fruitful

2.3.2511468As the free elements. And then for her

2.3.2521469To win the Moor were to renounce his baptism,

2.3.2531470All seals and symbols of redeemèd sin;

2.3.2541471His soul is so enfettered to her love

2.3.2551472That she may make, unmake, do what she list

2.3.2561473Even as her appetite shall play the god

2.3.2571474With his weak function. How am I then a villain

2.3.2581475To counsel Cassio to this parallel course

2.3.2591476Directly to his good? Divinity of hell!

2.3.2601477When devils will the blackest sins put on,

2.3.2611478They do suggest at first with heavenly shows,

2.3.2621479As I do now. For whiles this honest fool

2.3.2631480Plies Desdemona to repair his fortune,

2.3.2641481And she for him pleads strongly to the Moor,

2.3.2651482I'll pour this pestilence into his ear:

2.3.2661483That she repeals him for her body's lust;

2.3.2671484And by how much she strives to do him good,

2.3.2681485She shall undo her credit with the Moor.

2.3.2691486So will I turn her virtue into pitch,

2.3.2701487And out of her own goodness make the net

2.3.2711488That shall enmesh them all.

That shall enmesh them all. 1489How now, Roderigo?

I do follow here in the chase, not 1492like a hound that hunts, but one that fills up the 1493cry. My money is almost spent, I have been tonight 1494exceedingly well cudgeled, and I think the issue 1495will be I shall have so much experience for my pains, 1496and so, with no money at all and a little more wit, 1497return again to Venice.

How poor are they that have not patience?

2.3.2751499What wound did ever heal but by degrees?

2.3.2761500Thou know'st we work by wit and not by witchcraft,

2.3.2771501And wit depends on dilatory time.

2.3.2781502Does't not go well? Cassio hath beaten thee,

2.3.2791503And thou by that small hurt hath cashiered Cassio.

2.3.2801504Though other things grow fair against the sun,

2.3.2811505Yet fruits that blossom first will first be ripe.

2.3.2821506Content thyself awhile. By the mass, 'tis morning;

2.3.2831507Pleasure and action make the hours seem short.

2.3.2841508Retire thee; go where thou art billeted.

2.3.2851509Away, I say; thou shalt know more hereafter.

2.3.2861510Nay, get thee gone.

Nay, get thee gone. 1511Two things are to be done:

2.3.2871512My wife must move for Cassio to her mistress;

2.3.2881513I'll set her on.

2.3.2891513.1Myself awhile to draw the Moor apart

2.3.2901514And bring him jump when he may Cassio find

2.3.2911515Soliciting his wife. Ay, that's the way;

2.3.2921516Dull not device by coldness and delay.

Masters, play here--I will content your pains--1520something that's brief, and bid "Good morrow, general."

Why, masters, have your instruments been in 1522Naples that they speak i'th'nose thus?

How, sir? How?

Are these, I pray you, wind instruments?

Ay, marry, are they, sir.

Oh, thereby hangs a tale.

Whereby hangs a tale, sir?

Marry, sir, by many a wind instrument that I 1529know. But, masters--here's money for you--and the 1530general so likes your music that he desires you for love's 1531sake to make no more noise with it.

Well, sir, we will not.

If you have any music that may not be heard, 1534to't again. But, as they say, to hear music the 1535general does not greatly care.

We have none such, sir.

Then put up your pipes in your bag, for I'll 1538away. Go, vanish into air, away.

Dost thou hear, mine honest friend?

No, I hear not your honest friend; 1541I hear you.

Prithee keep up thy quillets. There's a poor 1543piece of gold for thee. If the gentlewoman that attends 1544the general's wife be stirring, tell her there's one Cassio 1545entreats her a little favor of speech. Wilt thou do this?

She is stirring, sir. If she will stir hither, I shall 1547seem to notify unto her.

Do, my good friend.

Do, my good friend. In happy time, Iago.

You have not been abed then?

Why, no; the day had broke before we parted.

3.1.201552I have made bold, Iago, to send in to your wife.

3.1.211553My suit to her is that she will to virtuous Desdemona

3.1.221554Procure me some access.

Procure me some access. I'll send her to you presently,

3.1.231556And I'll devise a mean to draw the Moor

3.1.241557Out of the way, that your converse and business

3.1.251558May be more free.

May be more free. I humbly thank you for't.

3.1.26I never knew 1560a Florentine more kind and honest.

Good morrow, good lieutenant. I am sorry

3.1.291563For your displeasure, but all will sure be well.

3.1.301564The general and his wife are talking of it,

3.1.311565And she speaks for you stoutly. The Moor replies

3.1.321566That he you hurt is of great fame in Cyprus

3.1.331567And great affinity, and that in wholesome wisdom

3.1.341568He might not but refuse you. But he protests he loves you

3.1.351569And needs no other suitor but his likings

3.1.361569.1To take the safest occasion by the front

3.1.371570To bring you in again.

To bring you in again. Yet I beseech you,

3.1.381572If you think fit, or that it may be done,

3.1.391573Give me advantage of some brief discourse

3.1.401574With Desdemon alone.

With Desdemon alone. Pray you come in.

3.1.411576I will bestow you where you shall have time

3.1.421577To speak your bosom freely.

To speak your bosom freely. I am much bound to you.

These letters give, Iago, to the pilot,

3.2.21582And by him do my duties to the Senate.

3.2.31583That done, I will be walking on the works;

3.2.41584Repair there to me.

Repair there to me. Well, my good lord, I'll do't.

This fortification, gentlemen, shall we see't?

We'll wait upon your lordship.

Be thou assured, good Cassio, I will do

3.3.21591All my abilities in thy behalf.

Good madam, do. 1593I warrant it grieves my husband

3.3.41594As if the cause were his.

Oh, that's an honest fellow. Do not doubt, Cassio,

3.3.61596But I will have my lord and you again

3.3.71597As friendly as you were.

As friendly as you were. Bounteous madam,

3.3.81599Whatever shall become of Michael Cassio,

3.3.91600He's never anything but your true servant.

I know't. I thank you. You do love my lord;

3.3.111602You have known him long, and be you well assured

3.3.121603He shall in strangeness stand no farther off

3.3.131604Than in a politic distance.

Than in a politic distance. Ay, but, lady,

3.3.141606That policy may either last so long,

3.3.151607Or feed upon such nice and waterish diet,

3.3.161608Or breed itself so out of circumstances

3.3.171609That I being absent and my place supplied,

3.3.181610My general will forget my love and service.

Do not doubt that. Before Emilia here,

3.3.201612I give thee warrant of thy place. Assure thee,

3.3.211613If I do vow a friendship, I'll perform it

3.3.221614To the last article. My lord shall never rest:

3.3.231615I'll watch him tame and talk him out of patience;

3.3.241616His bed shall seem a school, his board a shrift;

3.3.251617I'll intermingle everything he does

3.3.261618With Cassio's suit. Therefore be merry, Cassio,

3.3.271619For thy solicitor shall rather die

3.3.281620Than give thy cause away.

Than give thy cause away. Madam, here comes my lord.

Madam, I'll take my leave.

Madam, I'll take my leave. Why stay, and hear me speak.

Madam, not now. I am very ill at ease,

3.3.321626Unfit for mine own purposes.

Well, do your discretion.

Ha? I like not that.

Ha? I like not that. What dost thou say?

Nothing, my lord; or if--I know not what.

Was not that Cassio parted from my wife?

Cassio, my lord? No sure, I cannot think it

3.3.381633That he would steal away so guilty-like,

3.3.391634Seeing your coming.

Seeing your coming. I do believe 'twas he.

How now, my lord?

3.3.411637I have been talking with a suitor here,

3.3.421638A man that languishes in your displeasure.

Who is't you mean?

Why, your lieutenant, Cassio. Good my lord,

3.3.451641If I have any grace or power to move you,

3.3.461642His present reconciliation take;

3.3.471643For if he be not one that truly loves you,

3.3.481644That errs in ignorance and not in cunning,

3.3.491645I have no judgment in an honest face.

3.3.501646I prithee call him back.

Went he hence now?

Went he hence now? Aye, sooth, so humbled

3.3.521649That he hath left part of his grief with me

3.3.531650To suffer with him. Good love, call him back.

Not now, sweet Desdemon--some other time.

But shall't be shortly?

But shall't be shortly? The sooner, sweet, for you.

Shall't be tonight, at supper?

Shall't be tonight, at supper? No, not tonight.

Tomorrow dinner, then?

Tomorrow dinner, then? I shall not dine at home;

3.3.581658I meet the captains at the citadel.

Why then, tomorrow night, or Tuesday morn,

3.3.601660On Tuesday noon or night, or Wednesday morn.

3.3.611661I prithee name the time, but let it not

3.3.621662Exceed three days. In faith, he's penitent;

3.3.631663And yet his trespass, in our common reason--

3.3.641664Save that they say the wars must make example

3.3.651665Out of her best--is not almost a fault

3.3.661666T'incur a private check. When shall he come?

3.3.671667Tell me, Othello. I wonder in my soul

3.3.681668What you would ask me that I should deny

3.3.691669Or stand so mamm'ring on? What? Michael Cassio,

3.3.701670That came a-wooing with you, and so many a time

3.3.711671When I have spoke of you dispraisingly

3.3.721672Hath ta'en your part--to have so much to do

3.3.731673To bring him in? By'r Lady, I could do much--

Prithee, no more. Let him come when he will;

3.3.751675I will deny thee nothing.

I will deny thee nothing. Why, this is not a boon;

3.3.761677'Tis as I should entreat you wear your gloves,

3.3.771678Or feed on nourishing dishes, or keep you warm,

3.3.781679Or sue to you to do a peculiar profit

3.3.791680To your own person. Nay, when I have a suit

3.3.801681Wherein I mean to touch your love indeed,

3.3.811682It shall be full of poise and difficult weight,

3.3.821683And fearful to be granted.

And fearful to be granted. I will deny thee nothing.

3.3.831685Whereon, I do beseech thee, grant me this:

3.3.841686To leave me but a little to myself.

Shall I deny you? No! Farewell, my lord.

Farewell, my Desdemona. I'll come to thee straight.

Emilia, come. [To Othello] Be as your fancies teach you.

3.3.881690Whate'er you be, I am obedient.

Excellent wretch! Perdition catch my soul

3.3.901692But I do love thee! And when I love thee not,

3.3.911693Chaos is come again.

My noble lord--

My noble lord-- What dost thou say, Iago?

Did Michael Cassio, 1697when you wooed my lady,

3.3.941697.1Know of your love?

Know of your love? He did, from first to last.

3.3.951699Why dost thou ask?

But for a satisfaction of my thought,

3.3.971701No further harm.

No further harm. Why of thy thought, Iago?

I did not think he had been acquainted with her.

Oh yes, and went between us very oft.

Indeed?

Indeed? Ay, indeed. Discern'st thou aught in that?

3.3.1021707Is he not honest?

Honest, my lord?

Honest? Ay, honest.

My lord, for aught I know.

What dost thou think?

Think, my lord?

"Think, my lord?" By heaven, thou echo'st me

3.3.1091714As if there were some monster in thy thought

3.3.1101715Too hideous to be shown. Thou dost mean something.

3.3.1111716I heard thee say even now, thou lik'st not that

3.3.1121717When Cassio left my wife. What didst not like?

3.3.1131718And when I told thee he was of my counsel

3.3.1141719Of my whole course of wooing, thou cried'st "Indeed?"

3.3.1151720And didst contract and purse thy brow together

3.3.1161721As if thou then hadst shut up in thy brain

3.3.1171722Some horrible conceit. If thou dost love me,

3.3.1181723Show me thy thought.

My lord, you know I love you.

My lord, you know I love you. I think thou dost;

3.3.1201726And for I know thou'rt full of love and honesty,

3.3.1211727And weigh'st thy words before thou giv'st them breath,

3.3.1221728Therefore these stops of thine fright me the more.

3.3.1231729For such things in a false disloyal knave

3.3.1241730Are tricks of custom, but in a man that's just,

3.3.1251731They're close dilations, working from the heart,

3.3.1261732That passion cannot rule.

That passion cannot rule. For Michael Cassio,

3.3.1271734I dare be sworn, I think that he is honest.

I think so too.

I think so too. Men should be what they seem,

3.3.1291737Or those that be not, would they might seem none.

Certain, men should be what they seem.

Why then, I think Cassio's an honest man.

Nay, yet there's more in this.

3.3.1331741I prithee speak to me as to thy thinkings,

3.3.1341742As thou dost ruminate, and give thy worst of thoughts

3.3.1351743The worst of words.

The worst of words. Good my lord, pardon me.

3.3.1361745Though I am bound to every act of duty,

3.3.1371746I am not bound to that all slaves are free to.

3.3.1381747Utter my thoughts? Why, say they are vile and false--

3.3.1391748As where's that palace whereinto foul things

3.3.1401749Sometimes intrude not? Who has that breast so pure

3.3.1411750Wherein uncleanly apprehensions

3.3.1421751Keep leets and law-days, and in sessions sit

3.3.1431752With meditations lawful?

Thou dost conspire against thy friend, Iago,

3.3.1451754If thou but think'st him wronged and mak'st his ear

3.3.1461755A stranger to thy thoughts.

A stranger to thy thoughts. I do beseech you,

3.3.1471757Though I perchance am vicious in my guess--

3.3.1481758As I confess it is my nature's plague

3.3.1491759To spy into abuses, and oft my jealousy

3.3.1501760Shapes faults that are not--that your wisdom

3.3.1511761From one that so imperfectly conceits

3.3.1521762Would take no notice, nor build yourself a trouble

3.3.1531763Out of his scattering and unsure observance.

3.3.1541764It were not for your quiet nor your good,

3.3.1551765Nor for my manhood, honesty, and wisdom

3.3.1561766To let you know my thoughts.

To let you know my thoughts. What dost thou mean?

Good name in man and woman, dear my lord,

3.3.1581769Is the immediate jewel of their souls.

3.3.1591770Who steals my purse, steals trash--1771'tis something, nothing;

3.3.1601772'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands--

3.3.1611773But he that filches from me my good name

3.3.1621774Robs me of that which not enriches him,

3.3.1631775And makes me poor indeed.

And makes me poor indeed. I'll know thy thoughts.

You cannot, if my heart were in your hand,

3.3.1651778Nor shall not, whilst 'tis in my custody.

Ha?

Ha? Oh, beware, my lord, of jealousy.

3.3.1671781It is the green-eyed monster, which doth mock

3.3.1681782The meat it feeds on. That cuckold lives in bliss

3.3.1691783Who, certain of his fate, loves not his wronger;

3.3.1701784But oh, what damnèd minutes tells he o'er

3.3.1711785Who dotes yet doubts, suspects yet soundly loves?

Oh, misery!

Poor and content is rich, and rich enough,

3.3.1741788But riches fineless is as poor as winter

3.3.1751789To him that ever fears he shall be poor.

3.3.1761790Good God, the souls of all my tribe defend

3.3.1771791From jealousy.

From jealousy. Why? Why is this?

3.3.1781793Think'st thou I'd make a life of jealousy,

3.3.1791794To follow still the changes of the moon

3.3.1801795With fresh suspicions? No! To be once in doubt

3.3.1811796Is to be resolved. Exchange me for a goat

3.3.1821797When I shall turn the business of my soul

3.3.1831798To such exsuffilate and blowed surmises

3.3.1841799Matching thy inference. 'Tis not to make me jealous

3.3.1851800To say my wife is fair, feeds well, loves company,

3.3.1861801Is free of speech, sings, plays, and dances;

3.3.1871802Where virtue is, these are more virtuous.

3.3.1881803Nor from mine own weak merits will I draw

3.3.1891804The smallest fear or doubt of her revolt,

3.3.1901805For she had eyes and chose me. No, Iago,

3.3.1911806I'll see before I doubt; when I doubt, prove;

3.3.1921807And on the proof, there is no more but this:

3.3.1931808Away at once with love or jealousy.

I am glad of this, for now I shall have reason

3.3.1951810To show the love and duty that I bear you

3.3.1961811With franker spirit. Therefore, as I am bound,

3.3.1971812Receive it from me. I speak not yet of proof.

3.3.1981813Look to your wife; observe her well with Cassio.

3.3.1991814Wear your eyes thus, not jealous nor secure.

3.3.2001815I would not have your free and noble nature

3.3.2011816Out of self-bounty be abused. Look to't.

3.3.2021817I know our country disposition well.

3.3.2031818In Venice they do let God see the pranks

3.3.2041819They dare not show their husbands; 1820their best conscience

3.3.2051821Is not to leave't undone, but keep't unknown.

Dost thou say so?

She did deceive her father, marrying you;

3.3.2081824And when she seemed to shake and fear your looks,

3.3.2091825She loved them most.

She loved them most. And so she did.

She loved them most. And so she did. Why, go to then.

3.3.2101828She that so young could give out such a seeming

3.3.2111829To seel her father's eyes up close as oak

3.3.2121830He thought 'twas witchcraft--1831but I am much to blame.

3.3.2131832I humbly do beseech you of your pardon

3.3.2141833For too much loving you.

For too much loving you. I am bound to thee forever.

I see this hath a little dashed your spirits.

Not a jot, not a jot.

Not a jot, not a jot. I'faith, I fear it has.

3.3.2171838I hope you will consider what is spoke

3.3.2181839Comes from your love. 1840But I do see you're moved.

3.3.2191841I am to pray you not to strain my speech

3.3.2201842To grosser issues, nor to larger reach

3.3.2211843Than to suspicion.

I will not.

I will not. Should you do so, my lord,

3.3.2231846My speech should fall into such vile success,

3.3.2241847Which my thoughts aimed not. 1848Cassio's my worthy friend.

3.3.2251849My lord, I see you're moved.

My lord, I see you're moved. No, not much moved.

3.3.2261851I do not think but Desdemona's honest.

Long live she so, 1853and long live you to think so.

And yet how nature, erring from itself--

Ay, there's the point--1856as, to be bold with you,

3.3.2301857Not to affect many proposed matches

3.3.2311858Of her own clime, complexion, and degree,

3.3.2321859Whereto we see in all things nature tends--

3.3.2331860Foh! One may smell in such a will most rank,

3.3.2341861Foul disproportions, thoughts unnatural.

3.3.2351862But, pardon me, I do not in position

3.3.2361863Distinctly speak of her, though I may fear

3.3.2371864Her will, recoiling to her better judgment,

3.3.2381865May fall to match you with her country forms,

3.3.2391866And happily repent.

And happily repent. Farewell, farewell.

3.3.2401868If more thou dost perceive, let me know more.

3.3.2411869Set on thy wife to observe. 1870Leave me, Iago.

[Starting to exit] My lord, I take my leave.

Why did I marry? 1873This honest creature doubtless

3.3.2441874Sees and knows more, much more, than he unfolds.

[Returning] My lord, I would I might entreat your honor

3.3.2461876To scan this thing no farther; leave it to time.

3.3.2471877Although 'tis fit that Cassio have his place--

3.3.2481878For sure he fills it up with great ability--

3.3.2491879Yet, if you please to hold him off awhile,

3.3.2501880You shall by that perceive him and his means.

3.3.2511881Note if your lady strain his entertainment

3.3.2521882With any strong or vehement importunity;

3.3.2531883Much will be seen in that. In the meantime,

3.3.2541884Let me be thought too busy in my fears,

3.3.2551885(As worthy cause I have to fear I am),

3.3.2561886And hold her free, I do beseech your honor.

Fear not my government.

Fear not my government. I once more take my leave.

This fellow's of exceeding honesty,

3.3.2591890And knows all qualities with a learned spirit

3.3.2601891Of human dealings. If I do prove her haggard,

3.3.2611892Though that her jesses were my dear heartstrings,

3.3.2621893I'd whistle her off and let her down the wind

3.3.2631894To prey at fortune. Haply for I am black

3.3.2641895And have not those soft parts of conversation

3.3.2651896That chamberers have, or for I am declined

3.3.2661897Into the vale of years--yet that's not much--

3.3.2671898She's gone. I am abused and my relief

3.3.2681899Must be to loathe her. Oh, curse of marriage,

3.3.2691900That we can call these delicate creatures ours

3.3.2701901And not their appetites! I had rather be a toad

3.3.2711902And live upon the vapor of a dungeon

3.3.2721903Than keep a corner in the thing I love

3.3.2731904For others' uses. Yet 'tis the plague to great ones,

3.3.2741905Prerogatived are they less than the base;

3.3.2751906'Tis destiny unshunnable, like death.

3.3.2761907Even then this forkèd plague is fated to us

3.3.2771908When we do quicken. Look where she comes--

3.3.2791910If she be false, heaven mocked itself;

3.3.2801911I'll not believe't.

I'll not believe't. How now, my dear Othello?

3.3.2811913Your dinner, and the generous islanders

3.3.2821914By you invited, do attend your presence.

I am to blame.

I am to blame. Why do you speak so faintly?

3.3.2841917Are you not well?

I have a pain upon my forehead, here.

Why, that's with watching; 'twill away again.

3.3.2871920Let me but bind it hard; within this hour

3.3.2881921It will be well.

It will be well. Your napkin is too little.

3.3.2891923Let it alone. Come, I'll go in with you.

I am very sorry that you are not well.

[Picking up the handkerchief] I am glad I have found this napkin.

3.3.2921926This was her first remembrance from the Moor.

3.3.2931927My wayward husband hath a hundred times

3.3.2941928Wooed me to steal it, but she so loves the token--

3.3.2951929For he conjured her she should ever keep it--

3.3.2961930That she reserves it evermore about her

3.3.2971931To kiss and talk to. I'll have the work taken out

3.3.2981932And give't Iago. What he will do with it,

3.3.2991933Heaven knows, not I;

3.3.3001934I nothing but to please his fantasy.

How now? What do you here alone?

Do not you chide; I have a thing for you.

You have a thing for me? 1939It is a common thing--

Ha?

To have a foolish wife.

Oh, is that all? What will you give me now

3.3.3081943For that same handkerchief?

For that same handkerchief? What handkerchief?

What handkerchief?

3.3.3101946Why that the Moor first gave to Desdemona,

3.3.3111947That which so often you did bid me steal.

Hast stolen it from her?

No, but she let it drop by negligence,

3.3.3141950And, to th'advantage, I, being here, took't up.

3.3.3151951Look, here 'tis.

Look, here 'tis. A good wench. Give it me.

What will you do with't, that you have been

3.3.3171954So earnest to have me filch it?

So earnest to have me filch it? Why, what is that to you?

If it be not for some purpose of import,

3.3.3191957Giv't me again. Poor lady, she'll run mad

3.3.3201958When she shall lack it.

When she shall lack it. Be not acknown on't;

3.3.3211960I have use for it. Go, leave me.

3.3.3221961I will in Cassio's lodging lose this napkin

3.3.3231962And let him find it. Trifles light as air

3.3.3241963Are to the jealous confirmations strong

3.3.3251964As proofs of holy writ. This may do something.

3.3.3261965The Moor already changes with my poison.

3.3.3271966Dangerous conceits are in their natures poisons,

3.3.3281967Which at the first are scarce found to distaste,

3.3.3291968But with a little act upon the blood,

3.3.3301969Burn like the mines of sulfur. I did say so.

3.3.3321971Look where he comes. Not poppy, nor mandragora,

3.3.3331972Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world

3.3.3341973Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep

3.3.3351974Which thou owedst yesterday.

Which thou owedst yesterday. Ha, ha! False to me?

Why, how now, general? No more of that.

Avaunt, be gone! Thou hast set me on the rack.

3.3.3381978I swear 'tis better to be much abused

3.3.3391979Than but to know't a little.

Than but to know't a little. How now, my lord?

What sense had I in her stolen hours of lust?

3.3.3411982I saw't not, thought it not, it harmed not me.

3.3.3421983I slept the next night well, fed well, was free and merry.

3.3.3431984I found not Cassio's kisses on her lips.

3.3.3441985He that is robbed, not wanting what is stolen,

3.3.3451986Let him not know't, and he's not robbed at all.

I am sorry to hear this.

I had been happy if the general camp,

3.3.3481989Pioneers and all, had tasted her sweet body,

3.3.3491990So I had nothing known. Oh, now, forever

3.3.3501991Farewell the tranquil mind; farewell content;

3.3.3511992Farewell the plumèd troops and the big wars

3.3.3521993That makes ambition virtue! Oh, farewell!

3.3.3531994Farewell the neighing steed and the shrill trump,

3.3.3541995The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife,

3.3.3551996The royal banner, and all quality,

3.3.3561997Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war!

3.3.3571998And O you mortal engines whose rude throats

3.3.3581999The immortal Jove's dread clamors counterfeit,

3.3.3592000Farewell! Othello's occupation's gone.

Is't possible, my lord?

Villain, be sure thou prove my love a whore!

3.3.3622003Be sure of it. Give me the ocular proof,

3.3.3632004Or, by the worth of mine eternal soul,

3.3.3642005Thou hadst been better have been born a dog

3.3.3652006Than answer my waked wrath.

Than answer my waked wrath. Is't come to this?

Make me to see't, or at the least so prove it

3.3.3672009That the probation bear no hinge nor loop

3.3.3682010To hang a doubt on, or woe upon thy life!

My noble lord--

If thou dost slander her and torture me,

3.3.3712013Never pray more; abandon all remorse,

3.3.3722014On horror's head horrors accumulate,

3.3.3732015Do deeds to make heaven weep, all earth amazed,

3.3.3742016For nothing canst thou to damnation add

3.3.3752017Greater than that.

Greater than that. O grace! O heaven forgive me!

3.3.3762019Are you a man? Have you a soul? or sense?

3.3.3772020God b'wi'you, take mine office. O wretched fool

3.3.3782021That lov'st to make thine honesty a vice!

3.3.3792022O monstrous world! Take note, take note, O world,

3.3.3802023To be direct and honest is not safe.

3.3.3812024I thank you for this profit, and from hence

3.3.3822025I'll love no friend sith love breeds such offense.

Nay, stay; thou shouldst be honest.

I should be wise, for honesty's a fool

3.3.3852028And loses that it works for.

And loses that it works for. By the world,

3.3.3862030I think my wife be honest, and think she is not;

3.3.3872031I think that thou art just, and think thou art not.

3.3.3882032I'll have some proof. Her name, that was as fresh

3.3.3892033As Dian's visage, is now begrimed and black

3.3.3902034As mine own face. If there be cords or knives,

3.3.3912035Poison, or fire, or suffocating streams,

3.3.3922036I'll not endure it. Would I were satisfied.

I see you are eaten up with passion;

3.3.3942038I do repent me that I put it to you.

3.3.3952039You would be satisfied?

You would be satisfied? Would? Nay, and I will.

And may--but how? how satisfied, my lord?

3.3.3972042Would you, the supervisor, grossly gape on?

3.3.3982043Behold her topped?

Behold her topped? Death and damnation! Oh!

It were a tedious difficulty, I think,

3.3.4002046To bring them to that prospect. Damn them then,

3.3.4012047If ever mortal eyes do see them bolster

3.3.4022048More than their own. What then? How then?

3.3.4032049What shall I say? Where's satisfaction?

3.3.4042050It is impossible you should see this

3.3.4052051Were they as prime as goats, as hot as monkeys,

3.3.4062052As salt as wolves in pride, and fools as gross

3.3.4072053As ignorance made drunk. But yet, I say,

3.3.4082054If imputation and strong circumstances,

3.3.4092055Which lead directly to the door of truth,

3.3.4102056Will give you satisfaction, you might have't.

Give me a living reason she's disloyal.

I do not like the office;

3.3.4132059But sith I am entered in this cause so far--

3.3.4142060Pricked to't by foolish honesty and love--

3.3.4152061I will go on: I lay with Cassio lately,

3.3.4162062And, being troubled with a raging tooth,

3.3.4172063I could not sleep. There are a kind of men

3.3.4182064So loose of soul that in their sleeps will mutter

3.3.4192065Their affairs; one of this kind is Cassio.

3.3.4202066In sleep I heard him say "Sweet Desdemona,

3.3.4212067Let us be wary; let us hide our loves."

3.3.4222068And then, sir, would he gripe and wring my hand,

3.3.4232069Cry "O sweet creature!", then kiss me hard,

3.3.4242070As if he plucked up kisses by the roots

3.3.4252071That grew upon my lips, then laid his leg

3.3.4262072O'er my thigh, and sighed, and kissed, and then

3.3.4272073Cried "Cursèd fate that gave thee to the Moor!"

Oh, monstrous! monstrous!

Oh, monstrous! monstrous! Nay, this was but his dream.

But this denoted a foregone conclusion;

3.3.4302077'Tis a shrewd doubt, though it be but a dream.

And this may help to thicken other proofs

3.3.4322079That do demonstrate thinly.

That do demonstrate thinly. I'll tear her all to pieces!

Nay, yet be wise, yet we see nothing done;

3.3.4342082She may be honest yet. Tell me but this:

3.3.4352083Have you not sometimes seen a handkerchief

3.3.4362084Spotted with strawberries in your wife's hand?

I gave her such a one; 'twas my first gift.

I know not that, but such a handkerchief--

3.3.4392087I am sure it was your wife's--did I today

3.3.4402088See Cassio wipe his beard with.

See Cassio wipe his beard with. If it be that--

If it be that, or any, it was hers.

3.3.4422091It speaks against her with the other proofs.

Oh, that the slave had forty thousand lives!

3.3.4442093One is too poor, too weak for my revenge.

3.3.4452094Now do I see 'tis true. Look here, Iago:

3.3.4462095All my fond love thus do I blow to heaven--'tis gone!

3.3.4472096Arise, black vengeance from the hollow hell.

3.3.4482097Yield up, O love, thy crown and hearted throne

3.3.4492098To tyrannous hate. Swell, bosom, with thy fraught,

3.3.4502099For 'tis of aspics' tongues.

For 'tis of aspics' tongues. Yet be content.

Oh, blood, blood, blood!

Patience, I say. Your mind may change.

Never, Iago. Like to the Pontic Sea,

3.3.4542104Whose icy current and compulsive course

3.3.4552105Ne'er keeps retiring ebb but keeps due on

3.3.4562106To the Propontic and the Hellespont,

3.3.4572107Even so my bloody thoughts with violent pace

3.3.4582108Shall ne'er look back, ne'er ebb to humble love,

3.3.4592109Till that a capable and wide revenge

3.3.4602110Swallow them up. Now, by yon marble heaven,

3.3.4612111In the due reverence of a sacred vow,

3.3.4622112I here engage my words.

I here engage my words. Do not rise yet.

3.3.4632114Witness, you ever-burning lights above,

3.3.4642115You elements that clip us round about,

3.3.4652116Witness that here Iago doth give up

3.3.4662117The execution of his wit, hands, heart

3.3.4672118To wronged Othello's service. Let him command,

3.3.4682119And to obey shall be in me remorse,

3.3.4692120What bloody business ever.

What bloody business ever. I greet thy love

3.3.4702122Not with vain thanks but with acceptance bounteous,

3.3.4712123And will upon the instant put thee to't.

3.3.4722124Within these three days let me hear thee say

3.3.4732125That Cassio's not alive.

That Cassio's not alive. My friend is dead;

3.3.4742127'Tis done at your request. 2128But let her live.

Damn her, lewd minx! 2130Oh, damn her, damn her!

3.3.4762131Come, go with me apart; I will withdraw

3.3.4772132To furnish me with some swift means of death

3.3.4782133For the fair devil. 2134Now art thou my lieutenant.

I am your own forever.

Do you know, sirrah, where Lieutenant Cassio 2139lies?

I dare not say he lies anywhere.

Why, man?

He's a soldier, and for me to say a soldier lies, 2143'tis stabbing.

Go to! Where lodges he?

To tell you where he lodges is to tell you where 2146I lie.

Can anything be made of this?

I know not where he lodges, and for me to 2149devise a lodging, and say he lies here or he lies there, were 2150to lie in mine own throat.

Can you inquire him out and be edified by 2152report?

I will catechize the world for him--that is, make 2154questions and by them answer.

Seek him, bid him come hither, tell him I 2156have moved my lord on his behalf, and hope all will 2157be well.

To do this is within the compass of man's wit, 2159and therefore I will attempt the doing it.

Where should I lose the handkerchief, 2161Emilia?

I know not, madam.

Believe me, I had rather lose my purse

3.4.162164Full of crusadoes; and but my noble Moor

3.4.172165Is true of mind and made of no such baseness

3.4.182166As jealous creatures are, it were enough

3.4.192167To put him to ill thinking.

To put him to ill thinking. Is he not jealous?

Who, he? I think the sun where he was born

3.4.212170Drew all such humors from him.

Drew all such humors from him. Look where he comes.

I will not leave him now till Cassio

3.4.24Be 2174called to him. How is't with you, my lord?

Well, my good lady. [Aside] Oh, hardness to dissemble!

3.4.262176How do you, Desdemona?

How do you, Desdemona? Well, my good lord.

Give me your hand.

Give me your hand. 2179This hand is moist, my lady.

It hath felt no age, nor known no sorrow.

This argues fruitfulness and liberal heart--

3.4.302182Hot, hot and moist. This hand of yours requires

3.4.312183A sequester from liberty--fasting and prayer,

3.4.322184Much castigation, exercise devout--

3.4.332185For here's a young and sweating devil here

3.4.342186That commonly rebels. 'Tis a good hand,

3.4.352187A frank one.

A frank one. You may indeed say so,

3.4.362189For 'twas that hand that gave away my heart.

A liberal hand. The hearts of old gave hands,

3.4.382191But our new heraldry is hands, not hearts.

I cannot speak of this. 2193Come, now your promise.

What promise, chuck?

I have sent to bid Cassio come speak with you.

I have a salt and sorry rheum offends me;

3.4.432197Lend me thy handkerchief.

Lend me thy handkerchief. Here, my lord.

That which I gave you.

That which I gave you. I have it not about me.

Not?

No, faith, my lord.

That's a fault. That handkerchief

3.4.482204Did an Egyptian to my mother give.

3.4.492205She was a charmer and could almost read

3.4.502206The thoughts of people. She told her while she kept it

3.4.512207'Twould make her amiable and subdue my father

3.4.522208Entirely to her love, but if she lost it,

3.4.532209Or made a gift of it, my father's eye

3.4.542210Should hold her loathed, and his spirits should hunt

3.4.552211After new fancies. She, dying, gave it me,

3.4.562212And bid me, when my fate would have me wived,

3.4.572213To give it her. I did so; and, take heed on't,

3.4.582214Make it a darling like your precious eye.

3.4.592215To lose't or give't away were such perdition

3.4.602216As nothing else could match.

As nothing else could match. Is't possible?

'Tis true. There's magic in the web of it:

3.4.622219A sybil that had numbered in the world

3.4.632220The sun to course two hundred compasses,

3.4.642221In her prophetic fury sewed the work;

3.4.652222The worms were hallowed that did breed the silk,

3.4.662223And it was dyed in mummy, which the skillful

3.4.672224Conserved of maidens' hearts.

Conserved of maidens' hearts. I'faith, is't true?

Most veritable; therefore look to't well.

Then would to God that I had never seen't!

Ha? Wherefore?

Why do you speak so startingly and rash?

Is't lost? Is't gone? Speak, is't out o'th'way?

Heaven bless us!

Say you?

It is not lost; but what and if it were?

How?

I say it is not lost.

Fetch't, let me see't.

Why so I can; but I will not now.

3.4.802238This is a trick to put me from my suit.

3.4.812239Pray you, let Cassio be received again.

Fetch me the handkerchief, 2241my mind misgives.

Come, come!

3.4.84 You'll never meet a more 2243sufficient man--

The handkerchief.

The handkerchief. A man that all his time

3.4.862246Hath founded his good fortunes on your love,

3.4.872247Shared dangers with you--

Shared dangers with you-- The handkerchief.

I'faith, you are to blame.

I'faith, you are to blame. Zounds!

Is not this man jealous?

Is not this man jealous? I ne'er saw this before.

3.4.902253Sure there's some wonder in this handkerchief;

3.4.912254I am most unhappy in the loss.

'Tis not a year or two shows us a man.

3.4.932256They are all but stomachs, and we all but food;

3.4.942257They eat us hungerly, and when they are full

3.4.952258They belch us.

They belch us. 2260Look you, Cassio and my husband.

There is no other way; 'tis she must do't--

3.4.982262And lo, the happiness! Go and importune her.

How now, good Cassio, what's the news with 2264you?

Madam, my former suit: I do beseech you

3.4.1012266That by your virtuous means I may again

3.4.1022267Exist and be a member of his love,

3.4.1032268Whom I, with all the office of my heart,

3.4.1042269Entirely honor. I would not be delayed.

3.4.1052270If my offense be of such mortal kind

3.4.1062271That nor my service past, nor present sorrows,

3.4.1072272Nor purposed merit in futurity

3.4.1082273Can ransom me into his love again,

3.4.1092274But to know so must be my benefit;

3.4.1102275So shall I clothe me in a forced content

3.4.1112276And shut myself up in some other course

3.4.1122277To fortune's alms.

To fortune's alms. Alas, thrice-gentle Cassio,

3.4.1132279My advocation is not now in tune;

3.4.1142280My lord is not my lord, nor should I know him

3.4.1152281Were he in favor as in humor altered.

3.4.1162282So help me every spirit sanctified

3.4.1172283As I have spoken for you all my best,

3.4.1182284And stood within the blank of his displeasure

3.4.1192285For my free speech. You must awhile be patient.

3.4.1202286What I can do, I will; and more I will

3.4.1212287Than for myself I dare. Let that suffice you.

Is my lord angry?

Is my lord angry? He went hence but now,

3.4.1232290And certainly in strange unquietness.

Can he be angry? I have seen the cannon

3.4.1252292When it hath blown his ranks into the air

3.4.1262293And, like the devil, from his very arm

3.4.1272294Puffed his own brother--and is he angry?

3.4.1282295Something of moment then. I will go meet him;

3.4.1292296There's matter in't indeed if he be angry.

I prithee do so.

I prithee do so. 2297.2Something sure of state,

3.4.1312298Either from Venice or some unhatched practise

3.4.1322299Made demonstrable here in Cyprus to him,

3.4.1332300Hath puddled his clear spirit; and in such cases

3.4.1342301Men's natures wrangle with inferior things,

3.4.1352302Though great ones are their object. 'Tis even so.

3.4.1362303For let our finger ache and it endues

3.4.1372304Our other healthful members even to a sense

3.4.1382305Of pain. Nay, we must think men are not gods,

3.4.1392306Nor of them look for such observancy

3.4.1402307As fits the bridal. Beshrew me much, Emilia.

3.4.1412308I was, unhandsome warrior as I am,

3.4.1422309Arraigning his unkindness with my soul;

3.4.1432310But now I find I had suborned the witness,

3.4.1442311And he's indicted falsely.

And he's indicted falsely. Pray heaven it be

3.4.1452313State matters, as you think, and no conception

3.4.1462314Nor no jealous toy concerning you.

Alas the day! I never gave him cause.

But jealous souls will not be answered so;

3.4.1492317They are not ever jealous for the cause,

3.4.1502318But jealous for they're jealous. It is a monster

3.4.1512319Begot upon itself, born on itself.

Heaven keep the monster from Othello's mind.

Lady, amen.

I will go seek him. Cassio, walk here about.

3.4.1552323If I do find him fit, I'll move your suit

2324And seek to effect it to my uttermost.

I humbly thank your ladyship.

'Save you, friend Cassio.

'Save you, friend Cassio. What make you from home?

3.4.1592329How is't with you, my most fair Bianca?

3.4.1602330I'faith, sweet love, I was coming to your house.

And I was going to your lodging, Cassio.

3.4.1622332What, keep a week away? Seven days and nights?

3.4.1632333Eight score eight hours? And lovers' absent hours

3.4.1642334More tedious than the dial eight score times?

3.4.1652335Oh, weary reckoning!

Oh, weary reckoning! Pardon me, Bianca.

3.4.1662337I have this while with leaden thoughts been pressed,

3.4.1672338But I shall in a more continuate time

3.4.1682339Strike off this score of absence. Sweet Bianca,

3.4.1692340Take me this work out.

Take me this work out. O Cassio, whence came this?

3.4.1702342This is some token from a newer friend.

3.4.1712343To the felt absence now I feel a cause.

3.4.1722344Is't come to this? Well, well.

Is't come to this? Well, well. Go to, woman!

3.4.1732346Throw your vile guesses in the devil's teeth,

3.4.1742347From whence you have them. You are jealous now

3.4.1752348That this is from some mistress, some remembrance?

3.4.1762349No, by my faith, Bianca.

No, by my faith, Bianca. Why, whose is it?

I know not neither; 2352I found it in my chamber.

3.4.1782353I like the work well; ere it be demanded,