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feit advantages, though true advantage never present itself; a devilish knave. Besides, the knave is handsome, young, and hath all those requisites in him that folly and green minds look after a pestilent complete knave; and the woman hath found him already.
Rod. I cannot believe that in her; she's full of most blessed condition.
lago. Blessed fig's-end! the wine she drinks is made of grapes: if she had been blessed, she would never have loved the Moor. Blessed pudding! Didst thou not see her paddle with the palm of his hand? didst not mark that? 260
Rod. Yes, that I did; but that was but courtesy.
Iago. Lechery, by this hand; an index and obscure prologue to the history of lust and foul thoughts. They met so near with their lips that their breaths embraced together. Villanous thoughts, Roderigo! when these mutualities so marshal the way, hard at hand comes the master and main exercise, the incorporate conclusion, Pish! But, sir, be you ruled by me: I have brought you from Venice. Watch you to-night; for the command, I'll lay't upon you. Cassio knows you not. I'll not be far from you: do you find some occasion to anger Cassio, either by speaking too loud, or tainting his discipline; or from what other course you please, which the time shall more favourably minister.
Iago. Sir, he is rash and very sudden in choler, and haply may strike at you: provoke him, that he may; for even out of that will I cause these of Cyprus to mutiny; whose qualification shall come into no true taste again but by the displanting of Cassio. So shall you have a shorter journey to your desires by the means I shall then have to prefer them; and the impediment most profitably removed, without the which there were no expectation of our prosperity.
Rod. I will do this, if I can bring it to any opportunity. 290 Iago. I warrant thee. Meet me by and by at the citadel: I must fetch his necessaries ashore. Farewell.
[Exit. Iago That Cassio loves her, I do well beTieve it;
That she loves him, 'tis apt and of great credit:
But partly led to diet my revenge,
For I fear Cassio with my night-cap too-
For making him egregiously an ass
Enter a Herald with a proclamation; People following.
Her. It is Othello's pleasure, our noble and valiant general, that, upon certain tidings now arrived, importing the mere perdition of the Turkish fleet, every man put himself into triumph; some to dance, some to make bonfires, each man to what sport and revels his addiction leads him: for, besides these beneficial news, it is the celebration of his nuptial. So much was his pleasure should be proclaimed. All offices are open, and there is full liberty of feasting from this present hour of five till the bell have told eleven. Heaven bless the isle of Cyprus and our noble general Othello! [Exeunt.
SCENE III. A hall in the castle. Enter OTHELLO, DESDEMONA, CASSIO, and Attendants.
Oth. Good Michael, look you to the guard tonight:
Let's teach ourselves that honourable stop,
Cas. Iago hath direction what to do;
Iago is most honest. Michael, good night: to-morrow with your earliest
Let me have speech with you. [To Desdemona]
The purchase made, the fruits are to ensue;
Cas. Welcome, Iago; we must to the watch. Iago. Not this hour, lieutenant; 'tis not yet ten of the clock. Our general cast us thus early for the love of his Desdemona; who let us not therefore blame: he hath not yet made wanton the night with her; and she is sport for Jove. Cas. She's a most exquisite lady. Iago. And, I'll warrant her, full of game. Cas. Indeed, she's a most fresh and delicate
would fain have a measure to the health of black Othello.
Cas. Not to-night, good Iago: I have very poor and unhappy brains for drinking: I could well wish courtesy would invent some other custom of entertainment.
Iago. O, they are our friends; but one cup: I'll drink for you. Cas. I have
but one that was craftily qualified too, and, behold, what innovation it makes here: I am unfortunate in the infirmity, and dare not task my weakness with any more.
Iago. What, man! 'tis gallants desire it.
night of revels: the
Cas. Where are they?
Whom love hath turn'd almost the wrong side out,
Am I to put our Cassio in some action
Mon. Good faith, a little one; not past a pint, as I am a soldier.
Iago. Some wine, ho!
[Sings] And let me the canakin clink, clink;
Some wine, boys!
Cas. 'Fore God, an excellent song.
Iago. I learned it in England, where, indeed, they are most potent in potting: your Dane, your German, and your swag-bellied HollanderDrink, ho-are nothing to your English.
Cas. Is your Englishman so expert in his drinking?
Iago. Why, he drinks you, with facility, your Dane dead drunk; he sweats not to overthrow your Almain; he gives your Hollander a vomit, ere the next pottle can be filled.
Cas. To the health of our general! Mon. I am for it, lieutenant; and I'll do you justice. Iago.
O sweet England!
King Stephen was a worthy peer,
With that he call'd the tailor lown.
Iago. And so do I too, lieutenant.
Cas. Ay, but, by your leave, not before me; the lieutenant is to be saved before the ancient. Let's have no more of this; let's to our affairs.— Forgive us our sins!-Gentlemen, let's look to our business. Do not think, gentlemen, I am drunk this is my ancient; this is my right hand, and this is my left: I am not drunk now; I can stand well enough, and speak well enough.
All. Excellent well.
Dost thou prate, rogue?
pray you, sir, hold your hand.
[Striking Roderigo. Nay, good lieutenant; [Staying him.
Let me go, sir,
Or I'll knock you o'er the mazzard.
Re-enter OTHELLO and Attendants. Oth. What is the matter here? Mon. 'Zounds, I bleed still; I am hurt to the death. [Faints. Oth.
Hold, for your lives! Iago. Hold, ho! Lieutenant,-sir,-Montano, -gentlemen,
Have you forgot all sense of place and duty? Hold! the general speaks to you; hold, hold, for shame!
Oth. Why, how now, ho! from whence ariseth this?
Are we turn'd Turks, and to ourselves do that
Iago. I do not know: friends all but now, even
In quarter, and in terms like bride and groom
Cas. I pray you, pardon me; I cannot speak. Oth. Worthy Montano, you were wont be civil;
The gravity and stillness of your youth
Mon. Worthy Othello, I am hurt to danger:
Of all that I do know: nor know I aught.
And to defend ourselves it be a sin
Mon. If partially affined, or leagued in office, Thou dost deliver more or less than truth, Thou art no soldier.
Touch me not so near: I had rather have this tongue cut from my mouth Than it should do offence to Michael Cassio; Yet, I persuade myself, to speak the truth Shall nothing wrong him. Thus it is, general. Montano and myself being in speech, There comes a fellow crying out for help; And Cassio following him with determined sword, To execute upon him. Sir, this gentleman Steps in to Cassio, and entreats his pause: Myself the crying fellow did pursue, Lest by his clamour-as it so fell outThe town might fall in fright: he, swift of foot, Outran my purpose; and I return'd the rather For that I heard the clink and fall of swords, And Cassio high in oath; which till to-night I ne'er might say before. When I came backFor this was brief-I found them close together, At blow and thrust; even as again they were When you yourself did part them. More of this matter cannot I report: But men are men; the best sometimes forget: Though Cassio did some little wrong to him, As men in rage strike those that wish them best, Yet surely Cassio, I believe, received From him that fled some strange indignity, Which patience could not pass.
Re-enter DESDEMONA, attended. Look, if my gentle love be not raised up! I'll make thee an example.
Oth. I know, Iago, Thy honesty and love doth mince this matter, Making it light to Cassio. Cassio, I love thee; But never more be officer of mine.
Sir, for your hurts, myself will be your surgeon:
To have their balmy slumbers waked with strife.
Cas. Reputation, reputation, reputation! O, I have lost my reputation! I have lost the im
mortal part of myself, and what remains is bestial. My reputation, Iago, my reputation!
Iago. As I am an honest man, I thought you had received some bodily wound; there is more sense in that than in reputation. Reputation is an idle and most false imposition; oft got without merit, and lost without deserving: you have lost no reputation at all, unless you repute yourself such a loser. What, man! there are ways to recover the general again: you are but now cast in his mood, a punishment more in policy than in malice; even so as one would beat his offenceless dog to affright an imperious lion: sue to him again, and he's yours.
Cas. I will rather sue to be despised than to deceive so good a commander with so slight, so drunken, and so indiscreet an officer. Drunk? and speak parrot? and squabble? swagger? swear? and discourse fustian with one's own shadow? O thou invisible spirit of wine, if thou hast no name to be known by, let us call thee devil!
Iago. Come, come, good wine is a good familiar creature, if it be well used: exclaim no more against it. And, good lieutenant, I think you think I love you.
Iago. I protest, in the sincerity of love and honest kindness.
Cas. I have well approved it, sir. I drunk! Iago. You or any man living may be drunk at a time, man. I'll tell you what you shall do. Our general's wife is now the general: I may say so in this respect, for that he hath devoted and given up himself to the contemplation, mark, and denotement of her parts and graces: confess yourself freely to her; importune her help to put you in your place again: she is of so free, so kind, so apt, so blessed a disposition, she holds it a vice in her goodness not to do more than she is requested this broken joint between you and her husband entreat her to splinter; and, my fortunes against any lay worth naming, this crack of your love shall grow stronger than it was before. You advise me well.
Cas. I think it freely; and betimes in the morning I will beseech the virtuous Desdemona to undertake for me: I am desperate of my fortunes if they check me here. Iago. You are in the right. Good night, lieutenant; I must to the watch. 340 Cas. Good night, honest Iago. [Exit. Iago. And what's he then that says I play the villain?
When this advice is free I give and honest,
To counsel Cassio to this parallel course,
How now, Roderigo! Rod. I do follow here in the chase, not like a hound that hunts, but one that fills up the cry. My money is almost spent; I have been to-night exceedingly well cudgelled; and I think the issue will be, I shall have so much experience for my pains, and so, with no money at all and a little more wit, return again to Venice.
Iago. How poor are they that have not patience!
What wound did ever heal but by degrees?
And wit depends on dilatory time.
Pleasure and action make the hours seem short.
My wife must move for Cassio to her mistress;
[Exeunt Musicians. Cas. Dost thou hear, my honest friend? Clo. No, I hear not your honest friend; I hear you.
Cas. Prithee, keep up thy quillets. There's a poor piece of gold for thee: if the gentlewoman that attends the general's wife be stirring, tell her there's one Cassio entreats her a little favour of speech wilt thou do this?
Clo. She is stirring, sir: if she will stir hither, I shall seem to notify unto her. Cas. Do, good my friend. Enter IAGO. In happy time, Iago. lago. You have not been a-bed, then? Cas. Why, no; the day had broke Before we parted. I have made bold, Iago, To send in to your wife: my suit to her Is, that she will to virtuous Desdemona Procure me some access.
Iago. I'll send her to you presently; And I'll devise a mean to draw the Moor Out of the way, that your converse and business May be more free.
Cas. I humbly thank you for't. [Exit Iago.] I never knew
A Florentine more kind and honest.
That he you hurt is of great fame in Cyprus
Emil. Good morrow, good lieutenant: I am sorry
For your displeasure; but all will sure be well.
But I will have my lord and you again As friendly as you were.
Cas. Bounteous madam, Whatever shall become of Michael Cassio, He's never any thing but your true servant. Des. I know't; I thank you. You do love my lord:
You have known him long; and be you well assured
He shall in strangeness stand no further off Than in a politic distance.
Ay, but, lady,
Des. Do not doubt that; before Emilia here
Emil. Madam, here comes my lord. Cas. Madam, I'll take my leave. Des. Why, stay, and hear me speak.