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That she fordid herself.


You are welcome hither. Alb. The gods defend her! Bear him hence Kent. Nor no man else: all's cheerless, dark, awhile. [Edmund is borne of and deadly.


Your eldest daughters have fordone themselves, Re-enter LEAR, with CORDELIA dead in his

And desperately are dead.

Lear. arms; Edgar, Captain, and others following.

Ay, so I think.

Alb. Heknows not what he says: and vain it is Lear. Howl, howl, howl, howl! O, you are That we present us to him. men of stones:


Very bootless.
Had I your tongues and eyes, I'ld use them so
That heaven's vault should crack. She's gone

Enter a Captain. for ever!

259 Capt. Edmund is dead, my lord. I know when one is dead, and when one lives; Alb.

That's but a trifle here. She's dead as earth. Lend me a looking-glass; You lords and noble friends, know our intent. If that her breath will mist or stain the stone, What comfort to this great decay may come Why, then she lives.

Shall be applied: for us, we will resign, Kent.

Is this the promised end? During the life of this old majesty, Edg. Or image of that horror?

To him our absolute power: (To Edgar and Alb. Fall, and cease! Kent] you, to your rights;

300 Lear. This feather stirs ; she lives! if it be so, With boot, and such addition as your honours It is a chance which does redeem all sorrows Have more than merited. All friends shall taste That ever I have felt.

The wages of their virtue, and all foes Kent. [Kreeling] O my good master!

The cup of their deservings. O, see, see! Lear. Prithee, away.

Lear. And my poor fool is hang'd! No, no, Edg.

'Tis noble Kent, your friend. no life! Lear. A plague upon you, murderers, traitors Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life, all!

And thou no breath at all? Thou'lt come no more, I might have saved her; now she's gone for ever! Never, never, never, never, never ! Cordelia, Cordelia! stay a little. Ha! 271 Pray you, undo this button: thank you, sir. What is't thou say'st? Her voice was ever soft, Do you see this? Look on her, look, her lips, 310 Gentle, and low, an excellent thing in woman. Look there, look there!

[Dies. I kill'd the slave that was a-hanging thee.


He faints! My lord, my lord ! Capt. 'Tis true, my lords, he did.

Kent. Break, heart; I prithee, break !
Did I not, fellow? Edg.

up, my

lord. I have seen the day, with my good biting falchion Kent. Vex not his ghost: 0, let him pass! he I would have made them skip: I am old now,

hates him much And these same crosses spoil me. Who are you? That would upon the rack of this tough world Mine eyes are not o' the best: I'll tell you Stretch him out longer. straight.


He is gone, indeed. Kent. If fortune brag of two she loved and Kent. The wonder is, he hath endured so long: hated,

280 He but usurp'd his life. One of them we behold.

Alb. Bear them from hence.

Our present Lear. This is a dull sight. Are you not Kent? business Kent.

Is general woe. [To Kent and Edgar] Friends Your servant Kent. Where is your servant Caius? of my soul, you twain

Lear. He's a good fellow, I can tell you that; Rule in this realm, and the gored state sustain. He'll strike, and quickly too: he's dead and Kent. I have a journey, sir, shortly to go; 321 rotten.

My master calls me, I must not say no. Kent. No, my good lord; I am the very man,- Alb. The weight of this sad time we must obey; Lear. I'll see that straight.

Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say. Kent. That, from your first of difference and The oldest hath borne most: we that are young decay,

Shall never see so much, nor live so long. Have follow'd your sad steps.

(Exeunt, with a dead march.

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Rod. By heaven, I rather would have been

his hangman. SCENE I. Venice. A street.

Iago. Why, there's no remedy ; 'tis the curse

of service, Enter RODERIGO and IAGO.

Preferment goes by letter and affection, Rod. Tush! never tell me; I take it much And not by old gradation, where each second unkindly

Stood heir to the first. Now, sir, be judge yourThat thou, Iago, who hast had my purse

self, As if the strings were thine, shouldst know of this. Whether I in any just term am affined

lago. 'Sblood, but you will not hear me: To love the Moor. If ever I did dream of such a matter,


I would not follow him then. 40 Abhor me.

Iago. O, sir, content you ;
Rod. Thou told'st me thou didst hold him in I follow him to serve my turn upon him:

We cannot all be masters, nor all masters
Iago. Despise me,

if I do not. Three great cannot be truly follow'd. You shall mark ones of the city,

Many a duteous and knee-crooking knave, In personal suit to make me his lieutenant, That, doting on his own obsequious bondage, Off-capp'd to him: and, by the faith of man, Wears out his time, much like his master's ass, I know my price, I am worth no worse a place : For nought but provender, and when he's old, But he, as loving his own pride and purposes,

cashier'd: Evades them, with a bombast circumstance Whip me such honest knaves. Others there are Horribly stuff'd with epithets of war;

Who, trimm'd in forms and visages of duty, 50 And, in conclusion,

Keep yet their hearts attending on themselves, Nonsuits my mediators; for, ‘Certes,' says he, And, throwing but shows of service on their lords, I have already chose my officer.'

Do well thrive by them and when they have lined And what was he?

their coats Forsooth, a great arithmetician,

Do themselves homage: these fellows have some One Michael Cassio, a Florentine, A fellow almost damn'd in a fair wife;

And such a one do I profess myself. For, sir, That never set a squadron in the field,

It is as sure as you are Roderigo, Nor the division of a battle knows

Were I the Moor, I would not be Iago: More than a spinster; unless the bookish theoric, In following him, I follow but myself; Wherein the toged consuls can propose

Heaven is my judge, not I for love and duty, As masterly as he: mere prattle, without practice, But seeming so, for my peculiar end:

бо Is all his soldiership. But he, sir, had the election: For when my outward action doth demonstrate And I, of whom his eyes had seen the proof The native act and figure of my heart At Rhodes, at Cyprus and on other grounds In compliment extern, 'tis not long af Christian and heathen, must be be-lee'd and But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve calm'd

30 For daws to peck at: I am not what I am. By debitor and creditor: this counter-caster, Rod. What a full fortune does the thick-lips He, in good time, must his lieutenant be,

owe, And God bless the mark !-his Moorship’s If he can carry't thus ! ancient.



up her father,




seech you,


Rouse him: make after him, poison his delight, Iago.

You are-a senator.
Proclaim him in the streets; incense her kinsmen, Bra. This thou shalt answer; I know thee,
And, though he in a fertile climate dwell, 70

Plague him with flies: though that his joy be joy, Rod. Sir, I will answer any thing. But, I be-
Yet throw such changes of vexation on't,
As it may lose some colour.

If 't be your pleasure and most wise consent, Rod. Here is her father's house; I'll call As partly I find it is, that your fair daughter, aloud,

At this odd-even and dull watch o' the night, lago. Do, with like timorous accent and dire Transported, with no worse nor better guard yell

But with a knave of common hire, a gondolier,
As when, by night and negligence, the fire To the gross clasps of a lascivious Moor,-
Is spied in populous cities.

If this be known to you and your allowance,
Rod. What, ho, Brabantio ! Signior Brabantio, We then have done you bold and saucy wrongs;

But if you know not this, my manners tell me 130 Iago. Awake! what, ho, Brabantio ! thieves ! We have your wrong rebuke. Do not believe thieves ! thieves !

That, from the sense of all civility,
Look to your house, your daughter and your bags ! I thus would play and trifle with your reverence:
Thieves ! thieves !

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

I say again, hath made a gross revolt;
BRABANTIo appears above, at a window. Tying her duty, beauty, wit and fortunes
Bra. What is the reason of this terrible sum- In an extravagant and wheeling stranger

Of here and every where. Straight satisfy your-
What is the matter there?

Rod. Signior, is all your family within? If she be in her chamber or your house,
lago. Are your doors lock'd?

Let loose on me the justice of the state 140

Why, wherefore ask you this? For thus deluding you. lago. 'Zounds, sir, you're robb’d; for shame, Bra.

Strike on the tinder, ho! put on your gown;

Give me a taper! call up all my people!
Your heart is burst, you have lost half your soul; This accident is not unlike my dream:
Even now, now, very now, an old black ram Belief of it oppresses me already.
Is tupping your white ewe. Arise, arise;

Light, I say! light!

[Exit above. Awake the snorting citizens with the bell, go lago. Farewell; for I must leave you: Or else the devil will make a grandsire of

you: It seems not meet, nor wholesome to my place, Arise, I say.

To be produced-as, if I stay, I shall-
Bra. What, have you lost your wits? Against the Moor: for, I do know, the state,
Rod. Most reverend signior, do you

However this may gall him with some check, voice?

Cannot with safety cast him, for he's embark'd Bra. Not I: what are you?

With such loud reason to the Cyprus wars, 151 Rod. My name is Roderigo.

Which even now stand in act, that, for their souls,

The worser welcome: Another of his fathom they have none,
I have charged thee not to haunt about my doors: To lead their business: in which regard,
In honest plainness thou hast heard me say Though I do hate him as I do hell-pains,
My daughter is not for thee; and now, in mad- Yet, for necessity of present life,

I must show out a flag and sign of love,
Being full of supper and distempering draughts, Which is indeed but sign. That you shall surely
Upon malicious bravery, dost thou come

find him,
To start my quiet.

Lead to the Sagittary the raised search;
Rod. Sir, sir, sir,-

And there will I be with him. So, farewell. 160
But thou must needs be sure

My spirit and my place have in them power
To make this bitter to thee.

Enter, below, BRABANTIO, and Servants with
Patience, good sir.

Bra. What tell'st thou me of robbing? this is Bra. It is too true an evil: gone she is;

And what's to come of my despised time
My house is not a grange.

Is nought but bitterness. Now, Roderigo,

Most grave Brabantio, Where didst thou see her? O unhappy girl! In simple and pure soul I come to you.

With the Moor, say'st thou? Who would be a Iago. 'Zounds, sir, you are one of those that father! will not serve God, if the devil bid you. Because How didst thou know 'twas she? O, she deceives we come to do you service and you think we are ruffians, you'll have your daughter covered with Past thought! What said she to you? Get more a Barbary horse : you'll have your nephews neigh tapers ; to you; you'll have coursers for cousins and gen- | Raise all my kindred. Are they married, think nets for gernians.

you? Bra. What profane wretch art thou?

Rođ. Truly, I think they are. lago. I am one, sir, that comes to tell you your Bra. O heaven! How got she out? O treason daughter and the Moor are now making the beast of the blood!

170 with two backs.

Fathers, srom hence trust not your daughters' Bra. Thou art a villain.


know my



By what you see them act. Is there not charms Cas. The duke does greet you, general,
By which the property of youth and maidhood And he requires your haste-post-haste appearance,
May be abused ? Have you not read, Roderigo, Even on the instant.
Of some such thing?


What is the matter, think you?
Yes, sir, I have indeed.

Cas. Something from Cyprus, as I may divine: Bra. Call up my brother. O, would you had | It is a business of some heat: the galleys 40 had her!

Have sent a dozen sequent messengers
Some one way, some another. Do you know This very night at one another's heels,
Where we may apprehend her and the Moor? And many of the consuls, raised and met,

Rod. I think I can discover him, if you please Are at the duke's already: you have been hotly
To get good guard and go along with me. 180

call'd for;
Bra. Pray you, lead on. At every house I'll When, being not at your lodging to be found,

The senate hath sent about three several quests I may command at most. Get weapons, ho!

To search you out. And raise some special officers of night.


'Tis well I am found by you. On, good Roderigo: I'll deserve your pains. I will but spend a word here in the house,

[Exeunt. And



Ancient, what makes he here?
SCENE II. Another street.'

Iago. 'Faith, he to-night hath boarded a land
carack :

50 Enter OTHELLO, Iago, and Attendants with

If it prove lawful prize, he's made for ever. torches.

Cas. I do not understand. lago. Though in the trade of war I have slain


He's married. men,


To who?
Yet do I hold it very stuff o' the conscience

Re-enter OTHELLO.
To do no contrived murder: I lack iniquity
Sometimes to do ine service: nine or ten times Iago. Marry, to-Come, captain, will you go?
I had thought to have yerk'd him here under the Oth.

Have with you. ribs.

Cas. Here comes another troop to seek for you. Oth. 'Tis better as it is.

lago. It is Brabantio. General, be advised; lago.

Nay, but he prated, He comes to bad intent.
And spoke such scurvy and provoking terms
Against your honour

Enter BRABANTIO, RODERIGO, and Officers with
That, with the little godliness I have,

torches and weapons. I did full hard forbear him. But, I pray you, sir, Oth.

Holla! stand there! Are you fast married? Be assured of this,

Rod. Signior, it is the Moor. That the magnifico is much beloved,


Down with him, thief! And hath in his effect a voice potential

[They draw on both sides. As double as the duke's: he will divorce you ; lago. You, Roderigo ! come, sir, I am for you. Or put upon you what restraint and grievance Oth. Keep up your bright swords, for the dew The law, with all his might to enforce it on,

will rust them. Will give him cable.

Good signior, you shall more command with years

Let him do his spite : Than with your weapons.
My services which I have done the signiory Bralo thou foul thief, where hast thou stow'd
Shall out-tongue his complaints.

my daughter? know,

Damn'd as thou art, thou hast enchanted her;
Which, when I know that boasting is an honour, For I'll refer me to all things of sense,
I shall promulgate-1 fetch my life and being 21 If she in chains of magic were not bound,
From men of royal siege, and my demerits Whether a maid so tender, fair and happy,
May speak unbonneted to as proud a fortune So opposite to marriage that she shunn'd
As this that I have reach'd: for know, Iago, The wealthy curled darlings of our nation,
But that I love the gentle Desdemona,

Would ever have, to incur a general mock,
I would not my unhoused free condition

Run from her guardage to the sooty bosom 70 Put into circumscription and confine

Of such a thing as thou, to fear, not to delight. For the sea's worth. But, look! what lights come Judge me the world, if ’tis not gross in sense yond?

That thou hast practised on her with foul charms, Iago. Those are the raised father and his Abused her delicate youth with drugs or minerals friends:

That weaken motion : I'll have 't disputed on;
You were best


'Tis probable and palpable to thinking: Oth.

Not I : I must be found: 30 I therefore apprehend and do attach thee My parts, my title and my perfect soul

For an abuser of the world, a practiser Shall manifest me rightly. Is it they?

Of arts inhibited and out of warrant, lago. By Janus, I think no. "Lay hold upon him: if he do resist,


Subdue him at his peril. Enter Cassio, and certain Officers with torches.


Hold your hands, Oth. The servants of the duke, and my lieu- Both you of my inclining, and the rest : tenant.

Were it my cue to fight, I should have known it The goodness of the night upon you, friends!

Without a prompter.

Where will you that I go What is the news?

To answer this your charge?



'Tis yet to

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To prison, till fit time

Enter a Messenger.
Of law and course of direct session
Call thee to answer.

Mess. The Ottomites, reverend and gracious,
What if I do obey?

Steering with due course towards the isle of How may the duke be therewith satisfied,

Whose messengers are here about my side, Have there injointed them with an after fleet.
Upon some present business of the state


First Sen. Ay, so I thought. How many, as To bring me to him?

you guess? 'Tis true, most worthy signior; Mess. Of thirty sail: and now they do re-stem The duke's in council, and your noble self, Their backward course, bearing with frank apI am sure, is sent for.

pearance Bra.

How! the duke in council ! Their purposes toward Cyprus. Signior Montano, In this time of the night! Bring him away:

Your trusty and most valiant servitor,

40 Mine's not an idle cause: the duke himself, With his free duty recommends you thus, Or any of my brothers of the state,

And prays you to believe him.
Cannot but feel this wrong as 'twere their own; Duke. 'Tis certain, then, for Cyprus.
For if such actions may have passage free,

Marcus Luccicos, is not he in town?
Bond-slaves and pagans shall our statesmen be.

First Sen. He's now in Florence. [Exeunt. Duke. Write from us to him ; post-post-haste


First Sen. Here comes Brabantio and the SCENE III. A council-chamber.

valiant Moor. The DUKE and Senators sitting at a table;

Officers attending.

RODERIGO, and Officers.
Duke. There is no composition in these news Duke. Valiant Othello, we must straight em-
That gives them credit.

ploy you First Sen. Indeed, they are disproportion'd; Against the general enemy Ottoman. My letters say a hundred and seven galleys. [To Brabantio] I did not see you; welcome, Duke. And mine, a hundred and forty.

gentle signior;

50 Sec. Sen.

And mine, two hundred: We lack'd your counsel and your help to-night. But though they jump not on a just account,- Bra. So did I

yours. Good your grace, parAs in these cases, where the aim reports, 'Tis oft with difference-yet do they all confirm Neither my place nor aught I heard of business A Turkish feet, and bearing up to Cyprus. Hath raised me from my bed, nor doth the general Duke. Nay, it is possible enough to judgement:

Take hold on me, for my particular grief I do not so secure me in the error,

Is of so flood-gate and o'erbearing nature But the main article I do approve

That it engluts and swallows other sorrows In fearful sense.

And it is still itself. Sailor. [Within] What, ho! what, ho! what, ho! Duke

Why, what's the matter? First Of A messenger from the galleys. Bra. My daughter! O, my daughter !

Duke and Sen.

Enter a Sailor.

Ay, to me;

She is abused, stoln from me, and corrupted 60 Duke.

Now, what's the business? By spells and medicines bought of mountebanks; Sail. The Turkish preparation makes for For nature so preposterously to err, Rhodes;

Being not deficient, blind, or lame of sense, So was I bid report here to the state

Sans witchcraft could not. By Signior Angelo.

Duke. Whoe'er he be that in this foul proDuke. How say you by this change?

ceeding First Sen.

This cannot be, Hath thus beguiled your daughter of herself By no assay of reason: 'tis a pageant,

And you of her, the bloody book of law To keep us in false gaze.

When we consider You shall yourself read in the bitter letter The importancy of Cyprus to the Turk,

After your own sense, yea, though our proper son And let ourselves again but understand,

Stood in your action. That as it more concerns the Turk than Rhodes, Bra.

Humbly I thank your grace. 70 So may he with more facile question bear it, Here is the man, this Moor, whom now, it seems, For that it stands not in such warlike brace, Your special mandate for the state-affairs But altogether lacks the abilities

Hath hither brought. That Rhodes is dress'd in: if we make thought Duke and Sen. We are very sorry for't. of this,

Duke. [To Othello] What, in your own part, We must not think the Turk is so unskilful

can you say to this? To leave that latest which concerns him first, Bra. Nothing, but this is so. Neglecting an attempt of ease and gain,

Oth. Most potent, grave, and reverend sig. To wake and wage a danger profitless., 30 niors, Duke. Nay, in all confidence, he's not for My very noble and approved good masters, Rhodes.

That I have ta'en away this old man's daughter, First Of Here is more news.

It is most true; true, I have married her:




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