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Cas. Where are they?

Iago. It's true, good lieutenant. Iago. Here at the door; I pray you, call them in. Cas. For mine own part, - no offence to the Cas. I'll do't; but it dislikes me. (Erit Cassio. general, or any man of quality,- I hope to be saved.

Iago. If I can fasten but one cup upon him, Iago. And so do I too, lieutenant. With that which he hath drunk to-night already, Cas. Ay, but, by your leave, not before me; the He'll be as full of quarrel and offence

lieutenant is to be saved before the ancient. Let's As my young mistress' dog. Now, my sick fool, have no more of this ; let's to our affairs. - Forgive Roderigo,

us our sins! - Gentlemen, let's look to our busiWhom love has turn'd almost the wrong side out- Do not think, gentlemen, I am drunk; this ward,

is my ancient; - this is my right hand, and this is To Desdemona hath to-night carous'd

my left hand :- I am not drunk now; I can stand Potations pottle deep; and he's to watch:

well enough, and speak well enough. Three lads of Cyprus, - noble swelling spirits, AU. Excellent well. That hold their honours in a wary distance,

Cas. Why, very well, then : you must not think elements of this warlike isle, then that I am drunk.

(Erit. Have I to-night Auster'd with flowing cups,

Mon. To the platform, masters; come, let's set And they watch too. Now, 'mongst this flock of the watch. drunkards,

Iago. You see this fellow that is gone before ; Am I to put our Cassio in some action

He is a soldier, fit to stand by Cæsar That may offend the isle : - But here they come : And give direction; and do but see his vice; If consequence do but approve my dream,

'Tis to his virtue a just equinox, My boat sails freely, both with wind and stream. The one as long as the other: 'tis pity of him.

I fear, the trust Othello puts him in, Re-enter Cassio, with him MONTANO, and On some odd time of his infirmity Gentlemen.

Will shake this island. Cas. 'Fore heaven, they have given me a rouse


But is he often thus? already.

Iago. 'Tis evermore the prologue to his sleep: Mon. Good faith, a little one; not past a pint, He'll watch the horologe a double set7, as I am a soldier.

If drink rock not his cradle. Iago. Some wine, ho !


It were well,

The general were put in mind of it.
And let me the canakin clink, clink : [Sings.

Perhaps he sees it not; or his good nature
And let me the canakin clink :
A soldier's a man;

Prizes the virtue that appears in Cassio,

And looks not on his evils: Is not this true?
A life's but a span;
Why then, let a soldier drink.

Some wine boys!
[Wine brought in. Iago. How now, Roderigo?

(Aside. Cas. That's an excellent song.

I pray you, after the lieutenant; go. Iago. I learned it in England, where (indeed)

(Erit RODERIGO they are most potent in potting: your Dane, your Mon. And 'tis great pity, that the noble Moor German, and your Hollander, — Drink, ho! Should hazard such a place, as his own second, nothing to your English.

With one of an ingraft 8 infirmity : Cas. Is your Englishman so expert in his drink- It were an honest action, to say ing.

So to the Moor. Iago. Why, he drinks you, with facility, your Iago.

Not I, for this fair island : Dane dead drunk; and can overthrow both your I do love Cassio well; and would do much Almain and your Hollander.

To cure him of this evil. But hark! what noise? Cas. To the health of our general.

[Cry within. — Help! help! Mon. I am for it, lieutenant; and I'll do you justice. 4

Re-enter Cassio, driving in RODERIGO. Iago. O sweet England !

Cas. You rogue ! you rascal!

Mon. King Stephen was a worthy peer 5,

What's the matter, lieutenant? His breeches cost him but a crown ;

Cas. A knave! - teach me my duty !
He held them sixpence all too dear,

I'll beat the knave into a twiggen 9 bottle.
With that he call'd the tailor-lown. 6

Rod. Beat me!

Dost thou prate, rogue ?
He was a wight of high renown,

[Striking RODERICO. And thou art but of low degree :

Mon. Nay, good lieutenant; (Staying him. 'Tis pride that pulls the country down,

I pray you, sir, hold your hand.
Then take thine auld cloak about thee.


Let me go, sir, Some wine, ho !

Or I'll knock you o'er the mazzard. Cas. Why, this is a more exquisite song than the Mon.

Come, come, you're drunk. other.

Cas. Drunk !

(They fight. Iago. Will you hear it again ?

Iago. Away, I say! go out, and cry — a muting. Cas. No; for I hold him to be unworthy of his

Aside to Rod. who goes oul. place, that does those things. - Well, Heaven's Nay, good lieutenant, — alas, gentlemen, above all ; and there be souls that must be saved, Help, ho! Lieutenant, sir, — Montano, and there be souls must not be saved.

- are

sir, 3 A little more than enough 4 Drink as much as you do. ; While the clock strikes two rounds, or four-and twenty 5 A worthy fellow.

& Rooted, settlech. 6. A wicker'd bottle,

6 Clown,


Help, masters ! - Here's a goodly watch, indeed! Thou dost deliver more or less than truth,

(Bell rings. Thou art no soldier. Who's that that rings the bell? The town will rise. Iago.

Touch me not so near : Lieutenant, hold, you will be sham'd for ever. I had rather have this tongue cut from my mouth,

Than it should do offence to Michael Cassio ; Enter OTHELLO, and Attendants.

Yet, I persuade myself, to speak the truth Oth.

What is the matter here? Shall nothing wrong him. - Thus it is, general. Mon. I bleed still, I am hurt to the death; - he Montano and myself being in speech, dies.

There comes a fellow, crying out for help ; Oth. Hold, for your lives.

And Cassio following him with deterrnin'd sword, Iago. Hold, hold, lieutenant, sir, Montano, – To execute upon him: Sir, this gentleman gentlemen,

Steps in to Cassio, and entreats his pause ; Have you forgot all sense of place and duty ?

Myself the crying fellow did pursue, Hold, hold! the general speaks to you; hold, for Lest, by his clamour, (as it so fell out,) shame!

The town might fall in fright: he, swift of foot, Oth. Why, how now, ho! from whence ariseth Outran my purpose; and I return'd the rather this?

For that I heard the clink and fall of swords, Are we turn'd Turks; and to ourselves do that,

And Cassio high in oath ; which, till to-night, Which heaven hath forbid the Ottomites?

I ne'er inight say before : when I came back, For Christian shame, put by this barbarous brawl : (For this was brief,) I found them close together, He that stirs next to carve for his own rage,

At blow, and thrust; even as again they were, Holds his soul light; he dies upon his motion.

When you yourself did part them. Silence that dreadful bell, it frights the isle

More of this matter can I not report : From her propriety. - What is the matter, masters? But men are men; the best sometimes forget : Honest Iago, that look'st dead with grieving,

Thou Cassio did some little wrong to him, Speak, who began this? on thy love, I charge thee. As men in rage strike those that wish them best ; Iago. I do not know ; -- friends all but now, Yet, surely, Cassio, I believe, receiv'd, even now,

From him that fled, some strange indignity, In quarter, and in terms : and then, but now,

Which patience could not pass. (As if some planet had unwitted men,)


I know, Iago, Swords out, and tilting one at other's breast,

Thy honesty and love doth mince this matter, In opposition bloody. I cannot speak

Making it light to Cassio :: Cassio, I love thee : Any beginning to this peevish odds ;

But never more be officer of mine. —
And 'would in action glorious I had lost
These legs, that brought me to a part of it!

Enter DESDEMONA, attended.
Oth. How comes it, Michael, you are thus forgot? Look, if my gentle love be not rais'd up ;-
Cas. I pray you pardon me, I cannot speak. I'll make thee an example.
Oth. Worthy Montano, you were wont be civil; Des.

What's the matter, dear? The gravity and stillness of your youth

Oth. All's well now, sweeting ; Come away to bed. The world hath noted, and your name is great Sir, for your hurts, In mouths of wisest censure; What's the matter, Myself will be your surgeon: Lead him off. That you unlace your reputation thus,

[To Montano, who is led off And spend your rich opinion, for the name lago, look with care about the town; Of a night brawler ? give me answer to it.

And silence those whom this vile brawl distracted. Mon. Worthy Othello, I am hurt to danger; Come, Desdemona ; 'tis the soldier's life, Your officer, lago, can inform you

To have their balmy slumbers wak'd with strife. While I spare speech, which something now offends

[Exeunt all but Iago and Cassio. me; —

Iago. What, are you hurt, lieutenant ? Of all that I do know ; nor know I aught

Cas. Ay, past all surgery. By me that's said or done amiss this night;

Iago. Marry, heaven forbid ! Unless self-charity be sometime a vice;

Cas. Reputation, reputation, reputation! 0, I And to defend ourselves it be a sin,

have lost my reputation! I have lost the immortal When violence assails us.

part, sir, of myself, and what remains is bestial. Oth.

Now, by heaven, My reputation, Iago, my reputation. My blood begins my safer guides to rule ;

Tago. As I am an honest man, I thought you had And passion, having my best judgment collied ', received some bodily wound; there is more offence Assays to lead the way: If once I stir,

in that, than in reputation. Reputation is an idle Or do but lift this arm, the best of you

and most false imposition ; oft got without merit, Shall sink in my rebuke. Give me to know and lost without deserving : You have lost no repuHow this foul rout began, who set it on;

tation at all, unless you repute yourself such a loser. And he that is approv'd 2 in this offence,

What, man! there are ways to recover the general Though he had twinn'd with me, both at a birth, again : You are but now cast in his mood“, a Shall lose me. – What! in a town of war, punishment more in policy than in malice; even Yet wild, the people's hearts brimful of fear, so as one would beat bis offenceless dog, to affright To manage private and domestick quarrel, an imperious lion : sue to him again, and he's yours. In night, and on the court and guard of safety! Cas. I will rather sue to be despised, than to 'Tis monstrous. - Iago, who began it?

deceive so good a commander, with so slight, so Mon. If partially affin'ds, or leagu'd in office, drunken, and so indiscreet an officer, Drunk? and | Darkened. Convicted by proof,

speak parrot ?5 and squabble? swagger ? swear ? and 3 Related by ncarness of oflice.

* Dismissed in his anger.

5 Talk idly

discourse fustian with one's own shadow?— Othou Cas. Good night, honest Iago. [Exit Cassio. invisible spirit of wine, if thou hast no name to be lago. And what's he then, that says, - I play the known by, let us call thee – devil!

villain ? Iago. What was he that you followed with your When this advice is free, I give, and honest, sword? What had he done to you?

Probal to thinking, and (indeed) the course Cas. I know not.

To win the Moor again ? For, 'tis most easy Iago. Is it possible ?

The inclining Desdemona to subdue Cas. I remember a mass of things, but nothing In any honest suit: she's fram'd as fruitful ? distinctly; a quarrel, but nothing wherefore. - 0, As the free elements. And then for her that men should put an enemy in their mouths, to To win the Moor, -were't to renounce his baptism, steal away their brains! that we should, with joy, His soul is so enfetter'd to her love, revel, pleasure, and applause, transform ourselves That she may make, unmake, do what she list, into beasts!

With his weak function. How am I then a villain, Iago. Why, but you are now well enough : How To counsel Cassio to this parallel & course, came you thus recovered ?

Directly to his good ? Divinity of hell ! Cas. It hath pleased the devil, drunkenness, to when devils with their blackest sins put on, give place to the devil, wrath: one unperfectness They do suggest at first with heavenly shows, shows me another, to make me frankly despise myself. As I do now: For while this honest fool

Iago. Come, you are too severe a moraler: As Plies Desdemona to repair his fortunes, the time, the place, and the condition of this country And she for him pleads strongly to the Moor, stands, I could heartily wish this had not befallen ; I'll pour this pestilence into his ear, – but since it is as it is, mend it for your own good. That she repeals 9 him for her love of him?

Cas. I will ask him for my place again ; he shall And, by how much she strives to do him good, tell me, I am a drunkard ! Had I as many mouths She shall undo her credit with the Moor. as Hydra, such an answer would stop them all. To So will I turn her virtue into pitch; be now a sensible man, by and by a fool, and pre- and out of her own goodness make the net, sently a beast! O strange! - Every inordinate cup That shall enmesh them all. — How now, Roderigo? is unblessed, and the ingredient is a devil. Iago. Come, come, good wine is a good familiar

Enter RODERIGO. creature, if it be well used; exclaim no more Rod. I do follow here in the chase, not like a against it. And, good lieutenant, I think, you hound that hunts, but one that fills up the cry. My think I love you.

money is almost spent; I have been to-night exCas. I have well approved it, sir. - I drunk! ceedingly well cudgelled ; and, I think, the issue

Iago. You, or any man living, may be drunk at will be — I shall have so much experience for my some time, man. I'll tell you what you shall do. pains : and so, with no money at all, and a little Our general's wife is now the general:- I may say more wit, return to Venice. so in this respect, for that he hath devoted and Iago. How poor are they, that have no pagiven up bimself to the contemplation, mark, and

tience! denotement of her parts and graces : confess What wound did ever heal, but by degrees ? yourself freely to her; importune her; she'll help Thou know'st we work by wit, and not by witchcraft; to put you in your place again : she is of so free, And wit depends on dilatory time. so kind, so apt, so blessed a disposition, that she Does't not go well ? Cassio hath beaten thee, holds it a vice in her goodness, not to do more And thou, by that small hurt, hath cashier'd Cassio; than she is requested: This broken joint, between Though other things grow fair against the sun, you and her husband, entreat her to splinter ; and, Yet fruits, that blossom first, will first be ripe: my fortunes against any lay 6 worth naming, this content thyself a while: 'tis almost morn: crack of your love shall grow stronger than it was Pleasure, and action, make the hours seem short.before.

Retire thee ; go where thou art billeted: Cas. You advise me well.

Away, I say ; thou shalt know more hereafter : Iago. I protest in the sincerity of love, and honest Nay, get thee gone. (Exit Rod.] Two things are kindness.

to be done, Cas. I think it freely; and, betimes in the morn- My wife must move for Cassio to her mistress; ing, I will beseech the virtuous Desdemona to un- I'll set her on ; dertake for me: I am desperate of my fortunes, if Myself, the while, to draw the Moor apart, they check me here.

And bring him jump / when he may Cassio find lago. You are in the right. Good night, lieute- Soliciting his wife : — Ay, that's the way; nant; I must to the watch.

Dull not device by coldness and delay, [Erit.


SCENE I. - Before the Castle.

Enter Clown.

Clo. Masters, here's money for you : and the geneEnter Cassio, and some Musicians.

ral so likes your musick, that he desires you, of all Cas. Masters, play here, I will content your pains, loves, to make no more noise with it. Something that's brief; and bid - good-morrow,

I Mus. Well, sir, we will not.
[Musick. 7 Liberal, bountiful.

& Even
1 Just at the time.

6 Bet or wager.

o Recalls.

Clo. If you have any musick that may not be Emil. Good madam, do; I know it grieves my heard, to't again : but, as they say, to hear musick,

husband, the general does not greatly care.

As if the case were his. 1 Mus. We have none such, sir.

Des. O, that's an honest fellow. - Do not doubt, Clo. Then put up your pipes in your bag, for

Cassio, I'll away : Go; vanish iuto air; away.

But I will have my lord and you again

(Exeunt Musicians. As friendly as you were. Cas. Dost thou hear, my honest friend?


Bounteous madam, Clo. No, I hear not your honest friend; I hear you. Whatever shall become of Michael Cassio,

Cas. Pr’ythee, keep up thy quillets. There's a He's never any thing but your true servant. poor piece of gold for thee: if the gentlewoman Des. O, sir, I thank you: You do love my lord : that attends the general's wife be stirring, tell her You have known him long; and be you well there's one Cassio entreats her a little favour of

assurd, speech : Wilt thou do this?

He shall in strangeness stand no further off Clo. She is stirring, sir; if she will stir hither, I Than in a politick distance. shall seem to notify unto her.

(Exit. Cas.

Ay, but, lady,

That policy may either last so long,
Enter Lago.

Or feed upon such nice and waterish diet,
Cas. Do, good my friend. - In happy time, lago. Or breed itself so out of circumstance,
Iago. You have not been a-bed then ?

That, I being absent, and my place supplied, Cas. Why, no; the day had broke

My general will forget my love and service. Before we parted. I have made bold, Iago, Des. Do not doubt that; before Emilia here, To send in to your wife: My suit to her

I give thee warrant of thy place : assure thee, Is, that she will to virtuous Desdemona

If I do vow a friendship, I'll perform it Procure me some access.

To the last article: my lord shall never rest; Iago.

I'll send her to you presently; I'll watch him tame !, and talk him out of patience; And I'll devise a mean to draw the Moor

His bed shall seem a school, his board a shrift; Out of the way, that your converse and business I'll intermingle every thing he does May be more free.

(Exit. With Cassio's suit: Therefore be merry, Cassio ; Cas. I humbly thank you for't. I never knew For thy solicitor shall rather die, A Florentine more kind and honest.

Than give thy cause away.
Enter Emilia.

Enter OTHELLO, and Iago, at a distance. Emil. Good-morrow, good lieutenant: I am sorry Emil.

Madam, here comes For your displeasure ; but all will soon be well.

My lord. The general, and his wife, are talking of it;

Cas. Madam, I'll take my leave. And she speaks for you stoutly: The Moor replies, Des.

Why, stay, That he, you hurt, is of great fame in Cyprus, And hear me speak. And great affinity; and that, in wholesome wisdom,

Cas. Madam, not now; I am very ill at ease, He might not but refuse you : but, he protests, he Unfit for mine own purposes. loves you ;


Well, well, And needs no other suitor, but his likings,

Do your discretion.

[Erit Cassio. To take the saf'st occasion by the front,


Ha! I like not that.
To bring you in again.

Oth. What dost thou say?
Yet, I beseech you,

Iago. Nothing, my lord : or if – I know not If you think fit, or that it may be done,

what. Give me advantage of some brief discourse

Oth. Was not that Cassio, parted from my wife ? With Desdemona alone.

Iago. Cassio, my lord ? No, sure, I cannot think it, Emil. Pray you, come in ;

That he would steal away so guilty-like, I will bestow you where you shall have time

Seeing you coming. To speak your bosom freely.


I do believe 'twas he. Cas.

I am much bound to you. Des. How now, my lord ?

[Exeunt. I have been talking with a suitor here, SCENE II. – A Room in the Castle. A man that languishes in your displeasure.

Oth. Who is't, you mean? Enter OTHELLO, Iago, and Gentlemen.

Des. Why, your lieutenant Cassio. Oth. These letters give, lago, to the pilot ;

lord, And, by him, do my duties to the state :

If I have any grace, or power to move you,
That done, I will be walking on the works. His present reconciliation take:
Repair there to m

For, if he be not one that truly loves you, lago.

Well, my good lord, I'll do't. That errs in ignorance, and not in cunning,
Oth. This fortification, gentlemen,- shall wesee't? I have no judgment in an honest face :
Gent. We'll wait upon your lordship. (Exeunt. I pr’ythee, call him back.


Went he hence now? SCENE III. – Before the Castle.

Des. Ay, sooth; so humbled,

That he hath left part of his grief with me; Enter DESDEMONA, Cassio, and Emilia.

I suffer with him. Good love, call him back. Des. Be thou assurd, good Cassio, I will do Oth. Not now, sweet Desdemona; some other All my abilities in thy behalf.

time. 2 Nice distinctions.

3 Hawks are tamed by keeping them from sleep

Good my Des. But shall't be shortly?


Think, my lord? Oth. The sooner, sweet, for you. Oth.

Think, my lord! Des. Shall’t be to-night at supper ?

By heaven, he echoes me, Oth.

No, not to-night. As if there were some monster in his thought Des. To-morrow dinner then ?

Too hideous to be shown. — Thou dost mean someOth. I shall not dine at home;

thing: I meet the captains at the citadel.

I heard thee say but now, — Thou lik’dst not that, Des. Why then, to-morrow night; or Tuesday When Cassio left my wife ; What didst not like? morn ;

And, when I told thee - he was of my counsel Or Tuesday noon, or night; or Wednesday morn;- In my whole course of wooing, thou cry'dst, InI pray thee, name the time; but let it not

deed ? Exceed three days : in faith he's penitent; And didst contract and purse thy brow together, And yet his trespass, in our common reason, As if thou then hadst shut up in thy brain (Save that, they say, the wars must make examples Some horrible conceit: If thou dost love me, Out of their best ^,) is not almost a fault

Show me thy thought.
To incur a private check : When shall he come? Iago. My lord, you know I love you.
Tell me, Othello. I wonder in my soul,


I think thou dost : What you could ask me, that I should deny, And, — for I know thou art full of love and honesty, Or stand so mammering 5 on. What! Michael And weigh’st thy words before thou giv'st them Cassio,

breath, That came a wooing with you; and many a time, Therefore these stops of thine fright me the more : When I have spoke of you dispraisingly,

For such things, in a false disloyal knave, Hath ta'en your part; to have so much to do Are tricks of custom; but, in a man that's just, To bring him in! Trust me, I could do much. They are close denotements, working from the heart, Oth. Priythee, no more: let him come when he That passion cannot rule. will;


For Michael Cassio, I will deny thee nothing.

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

Why this is not a boon ; Oth. I think so too. 'Tis as I should entreat you wear your gloves, Iago.

Men should be what they seem; Or feed on nourishing dishes, or keep you warm; Or, those that be not, 'would they might seem none! Or sue to you to do peculiar profit

Oth. Certain, men should be what they seem. To your own person : Nay, when I have a suit, Iago.

Why then, Wherein I mean to touch your love indeed, I think that Cassio is an honest man. It shall be full of poise 6 and difficulty,

Oth. Nay, yet there's more in this : And fearful to be granted.

I pray thee, speak to me as to thy thinkings, Oth.

I will deny thee nothing : As thou dost ruminate; and give thy worst of Whereon, I do beseech thee, grant me this,

thoughts To leave me but a little to myself.

The worst of words. Des. Shall I deny you? no: Farewell, my lord. Iago.

Good my lord, pardon me; Oth. Farewell, my Desdemona: I will come to Though I am bound to every act of duty, thee straight.

I am not bound to that all slaves are free to. Des. Emilia, come :- Be it as your fancies teach Utter my thoughts? Why, say, they are vile and you;

false, Whate'er you be, I am obedient.

As where's that palace, whereinto foul things

(Erit, with Emilia. Sometimes intrude not? Who has a breast so pure, Oth. Excellent wretch! Perdition catch my soul, But some uncleanly apprehensions But I do love thee! and when I love thee not, Keep leets 7, and law-days, and in session sit Chaos is come again.

With meditations lawful ? Iago. My noble lord,

Oth. Thou dost conspire against thy friend, Iago, Oih.

What dost thou say, lago ? If thou but think’st him wrong'd, and mak'st Iago. Did Michael Cassio, when you woo'd my lady,

A stranger to thy thoughts. Know of


I do beseech you, Oth. He did, from first to last: Why dost thou Though I, perchance, am vicious in my guess, ask ?

As, I confess, it is my nature's plague Iago. But for a satisfaction of my thought ; To spy into abuses ; and, oft, my jealousy No further harm.

Shapes faults that are not, - I entreat you then, Oth.

Why of thy thought, Iago ? From one that so imperfectly conjects, Iago. I did not think, he had been acquainted You take no notice; nor build yourself a trouble with her.

Out of his scattering and unsure observance : Oth. O, yes; and went between us very oft. It were not for your quiet, nor your good, Iago. Indeed?

Nor for my manhood, honesty, or wisdom, Oth. Indeed ! ay, indeed:- Discern'st thou aught To let you know my thoughts. in that?


What dost thou mean? Is he not honest ?

Iago. Good name, in man, and woman, dear my Iago. Honest, my lord ?

lord, Oth.

Ay, honest. Is the immediate jewel of their souls: Iago. My lord, for aught I know.

Who steals my purse, steals trash ; 'tis something, Oth. What dost thou think?

his ear

your love?

nothing; 5 Hesitating. 6 Weight.

7 Courts of enquiry.

8 Conjectures.

4 Best men.

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