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."
1.1.1621Forsooth, 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
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
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
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
What ho! Brabantio, Signor Brabantio, ho!
Awake! What ho, Brabantio! Thieves, thieves!
1.1.7887Look to your house, your daughter, and your bags!
1.1.79.1[Enter Brabantio above at a window.] 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.
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
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
To make this bitter to thee. Patience, good sir.
What tell'st thou me of robbing?
118This is Venice;
My house is not a grange. Most grave Brabantio,
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
1.1.123145I thus would play and trifle with your reverence.
1.1.124146Your daughter, if you have not given her leave,
1.1.126148Tying her duty, beauty, wit, and fortunes
1.1.128150Of here and everywhere. Straight satisfy yourself:
1.1.130152Let loose on me the justice of the state
For thus deluding you. Strike on the tinder, ho!
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
1.1.144168To lead their business. In which regard,
1.1.145169Though I do hate him as I do hell pains,
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.
1.1.151175Enter Brabantio in his nightgown, and servants with torches. It is too true an evil. Gone she is,
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,
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
Pray you, lead on. At every house I'll call--
1.1.174200And raise some special officers of night!
1.1.175201On, good Roderigo; I will deserve your pains.