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ACT i. SCENE I.—Venice. A Street. Enter Rod ERIGo and IAGo. Rod. Tush, never tell me, I take it much unkindly, That thou, Iago, who hast had my purse, Asif the strings were thine,—should'st know of this. Iago. 'Sblood, but you will not hear me:– If ever I did dream of such a matter, Abhor me. [hate. Rod. Thou told'st me, thou didst hold him in thy Iago. Despise me, if I do not. Three great ones of the city, In personal suit to make me his lieutenant, Oft capp'd to him;-and, by the faith of man, I know my price, I am worth no worse a place: But he, as loving his own pride and purposes, Evades them, with a bombast circumstance, Horribly stuff"d with epithets of war; And, in conclusion, nonsuits My mediators; for, certes, says he, I have already chose my officer. And what was he? Forsooth, a great arithmetician, One Michael Cassio, a Florentine, A fellow almost damn'd in a fair wife; That never set a squadron in the field, Nor the division of a battle knows More than a spinster; unless the bookish theoric, Wherein the toged consuls can propose As masterly as he: mere prattle, without practice, Is all his soldiership. But he, sir, had the election: And I, of whom #. eyes had seen the proof, At Rhodes, at Cyprus; and on other Christian and heathem,-must be calm'd

ounds, e-lee'd and

Montano, Othello's predecessor in the Gererases: - C

of Cyprus. Clown, Servant to Othello.—Herald. DesDsmona, Daughter to Brabantia, and Wife Othello. EM1L1A, Wife to lago. B1ANcA, a Courtezan, Mistress to Cassio. officers, Gentlemen, Messengers, Musicians, Srio. Attendants, &c.

the rest of the Play, at a Sea-port in Cyprus.

By debitor and creditor, this counter-caster; #. in good time, must his lieutenant be, And I, (God bless the mark 1) his Moor-ship's

ancient. Rod. By heaven, I rather would have been his hangman. [service

Iago. But there's no remedy, 'tis the curse of Preferment goes by letter, and affection, Not by the i. gradation, where each second Stood heir to the first. Now, sir, be judge yourse. Whether I in any just term am affin'd To love the Moor.

Rod. I would not follow him them.

Iago. O, sir, content you; I follow him to serve my turn upon him: We cannot all be masters, nor all masters Cannot be truly follow'd. You shall mark Many a duteous and knee-crooking knave, That, doting on his own obsequious bondage, Wears out his time, much like his master's ass, For nought but poems; and, when he's old,

cashier'd; Whip me such honest knaves; Others there are, Who, trimm'd in forms and visages of duty, Keep yet their hearts attending on themselves; And, throwing but shews of service on their lords, Do well thrive by them, and, when they have fish their coats, -[ses

Do themselves homage: these fellows have
And such a one do I profess myself.
For, sir,
It is as sure as you are Roderigo,
Were I the Moor, I would not be Iago:
In following him I follow but myself;

Heaven is my judge, not I for love and duty, But seeming so, for my peculiar end:

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Scene 2.]

For when my outward action doth demonstrate
The native act and figure of my heart
In compliment extern, 'tis not long after
But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve
For daws to peck at: I am not what I am.
Rod. What a full fortune does the thick-lips owe,
If he can carry't thus!
Iago. Call up her father;
Rouse him: make after him, poison his delight,
Proclaim him in the streets; incense her kinsmen,
And, though he in a fertile climate dwell,
Plague him with flies: though that his joy be joy,
Yet throw such changes of vexation on't,
As it may lose some colour.
Rod. Here is her father's house; I'll call aloud.
Iago. Do; with like timorous accent, and dire

yeli, As when, by night and negligence, the fire Is spied in populous cities. [ho! Rod. What, ho! Brabantio! signior Brabantio, Iago. Awake what, ho! Brabantio' thieves' thieves' thieves' Look to yout house, your daughter, and your bags Thieves' thieves'

BRABANtio, above, at a window,

Bra. What is the reason of this terrible summons? What is the matter there?

Rod. Signior, is all your family within'

Iago. Are your doors lock'd

Bra. Why? wherefore ask you this?

Iago. 'Zounds, sir, you are robb'd; for shame,

put on your gown;

Your heart is burst, you have lost half your soul;
Even now, very now, an old black ram
Is tupping your white ewe. Arise, arise;
Awake the snorting citizens with the bell,
Or else the devil will make a grandsire of you :
Arise, I say.

Bra. What, have you lost your wits?

Rod. Most reverend signior, do you know my

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Bra. Not I; What are you?

Rod. My name is–Roderigo.

Bra. The worse welcome : I have charg'd thee not to haunt about my doors: In honest plainness thou hast heard me say, My daughter is not for thee; and now, in madness, Being full of supper and distempering draughts, Upon malicious bravery, dost thou come To start my quiet.

Rod. Sir, sir, sir, sir,

Bra. But thou must needs be sure, My spirit, and my place, have in them power To make this bitter to thee.

Rod. Patience, good sir. Bra. What tell'st thou me of robbing ! this is

Venice;

My house is not a grange. #. grang Most grave Brabantio,

In simple and pure soul I come to you.

Iago. "Zounds, sir, you are one of those, that will not serve God, if the devil bid you. Because we come to do you service, you think we are ruffians: You'll have your daughter covered with a barbary horse ; you'll have your nephews neigh to you ; you'll have coursers for cousins, and gennets for germans.

Bra. What profane wretch art thou?

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

Bra. Thou art a villain.

Iago. You are—a senator.

Bra. This thou shalt answer; I know thee, Ro

derigo. you,

Rod. Sir, I will answer anything. But I beseech If't be your pleasure, and most wise consent (As partly, F. it is,) that your fair daughter,

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At this odd-even and dull watch o'the night,
Transported—with no worse nor better guard,
But with a knave of common hire, a gondolier,
To the gross clasps of a lascivious Moor,
If this be known to you, and your allowance,
We then have done you bold and saucy wrongs;
But, if you know not this, my manners tell me,
We have your wrong rebuke. Do not believe,
That, from the sense of all civility,
I thus would play and trille with your reverence:
Your daughter, if you have not given her leave,
I say again, hath made a gross revolt;
Tying her duty, beauty, wit, and fortunes,
In an extravagant and wheeling stranger,
Of here and every where: Straight satisfy yourself:
If she be in her chamber, or your house,
Let loose on me the justice of the state
For thus deluding you.
Bra. Strike on the tinder, ho
Give me a taper;-call up all my people:—
This accident is not unlike my dream,
Belief of it oppos me already :—
Light, I say! o: H.s. above.
Iago. Farewell; for I must leave you :
It seems not meet, nor wholesome to my place,
To be produc’d (as, if I stay, I shall,)
Against the Moor: For, I do know, the state,
However this may gall him with some check,--
Cannot with safety cast him; for he's embark'd
With such loud reason to the Cyprus' wars,
(Which even now stand in act,) that, for their souls,
Another of his fathom they have not,
To lead their business: in which regard,
o I do hate him as I do hell pains,
Yet, for necessity of present life,
I must shew out a flag and sign of love,
Which is indeed but sign. That you shall surely
find him,
Lead to the Sagittary the rais'd search;
And there o be with him. So, farewell. [Exit.

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Sometimes, to do me service: Nine or ten times
I had thought to have yerk'd him here under the
Oth. "Tis better as it is. [ribs.
Iago. Nay, but he prated,
And spoke such scurvy and provoking terms
Against your honour,
That, with the little godliness I have,
I did full hard forbear him. But, I pray, sir,
Are you fast married? for, be sure of this,
That the magnifico is much beloved;
And hath, in his effect, a voice potential
As double as the duke's; he will divorce you;
Qr put upon you what restraint and grievance
The law {...} all his might, to enforce it on,)
Will give him cable.
Oth. Tet him do his spite:
My services, which I have done the signiory,
Shall out-tongue his complaints. 'Tis yet to know,
Which, when I know that boasting is an honour,
shall promulgate,) I fetch my life and being
From men of royal siege; and my demerits
May speak, unbonneted, to as proud a fortune
As this that I have reach'd : For know, Iago,
But that I love the gentle Desdemona, -
I would not my unhoused free condition
Put into circumscription and confine
For the sea's worth. But, look! what lights come
yonder?
Enter CAssio, at a distance, and certain Officers
- with torches.
Iago. These are the raised father, and his friends:
You were best go in.
Oth. Not I: I must be sound;
My parts, my title, and my perfect soul,
so me rightly. Is it they?
Iago. By Janus, I think no.
Oth. The servants of the duke, and my lieutenant.
The goodness of the night upon you, friends!
What is the news?
Cas. The duke does greet you, general;
And he requires your haste-post-haste appearance,
Even on the instant.
Oth. What is the matter, think you?
Cas. Sothething from Cyprus, as I may divine;
It is a business of some heat: the gallies
Have sent a dozen sequent messengers
This very o at one another's heels;
And many of the consuls, rais'd, and met,
Are at the duke's already: You have been hotly
call'd for;
When, being not at your lodging to be found,
The senate hath sent about three several quests,
To search you out.
- 'Tis well I am found by you.
I will but spend a word here in the house,
And go with you. [...;
Cas. Ancient, what makes he here?
Iago. 'Faith, he to-night hath boarded a land
carack;
If it prove lawful prize, he's made for ever.
Cas. I do not understand.
Iago.
Cas.

He's married.
To who?

Re-enter OTHELLO.
Iago. Marry, to—Come, captain, will you go?
Oth. Have with you.

Cas. Here comes another troop to seek for you. Enter BRABANtio, Roperigo, and Officers of

night, with torches and weapons.

Iago. It is Brabantio:—General, be advis'd :

He comes to bad intent.

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Good signior, you shall more command with year.
Than with your weapons.
Bra. Othou foul thief, where hast theou -t-
my daughter?
Damn"d as thou art, thou bast enchanted ber:
For I'll refer me to all things of sense,
If she in chains of magic were not bound.
Whether a maid—so tender, fair, and happy;
So opposite to marriage, that she shunn'd
The wealthy curled darlings of our nation.
Would ever have, to incur a general mock.
Run from her guardage to the sooty bosom
Of such a thing as thon: to fear, not to defith-
Judge me the world, if 'tis not gross in sense,
That thou hast practis'd on her with foul co-
Abus'd her delicate youth with drugs or muser-
That waken'd motion:—I'll have it disputed so:
'Tis probable, and palpable to thinking.
I therefore apprehend and do attach thee,
For an abuser of the world, a practiser
Of arts inhibited and out of warrant:—
Lay hold upon him; if he do resist,
§4. him at his peril.
Oth. Hold your hands,
Both you of my inclining, and the rest: -
Were it my cue to fight, I should have known it
Without a prompter—Where will you, that I go
To answer this your charge -
Bra. To prison: till fit to
Of law, and course of direct session,
Call thee to answer.
Oth. What if I do obey
How may the duke be therewith satisfied,
Whose messengers are here about my side,
Upon some present business of the state,
To bring me to him? -
Off. 'Tis true, most worthy sigot,
The duke's in council; and your noble self,
I am sure, is sent for.
Bra. How' the duke in conso'
In this time of the night!—Bring him away:
Mine's not an idle cause: the duke himself,
Or any of my brothers of the state,
Cannot but feel this wrong, as 'twere their own:
For if such actions may have passage free,
Bond-slaves, and pagans, shall our statesmen he.
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Scene III.-The same. A Council-Charler.
The Duke and Senators, sitting at a table; Offan
attending.
Duke. There is no composition in these news,
That gives them credit.
1 Sen. Indeed, they are disproportior's.
My letters say, a hundred and seven gallies.
Duke. And mine, a hundred and forty.
2 Sen. And mine, two hundred:
But though they jump not on a just account,
(As in these cases, where the aim reports,
'Tis oft with difference,) yet do they all confire
A Turkish fleet, and bearing up to Cyprus.
Duke. Nay, it is possible enough to judgment;
I do not so secure me in the error, -
But the main article I do approve
In fearsul sense.
Sailor. (Within.) What ho! what ho! what is!
Enter an Officer, with a Sailor.
Off. A messenger from the gallies.
Duke. Now? the busers'
Sail. The Turkish preparation makes for Rhodes;
So was I bid report . to the state,
By ;"; Angelo.
Duke. How say you by this change?
1 S. This rausso,
By no assay of reason; 'tis a pageant.
To keep us in false gaze: When we consider
The importancy of Cyprus to the Turk;
Aud let ourselves again but understand.

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That, as it more concerns the Turk than Rhodes,
So may he with more facile question bear it,
For that it stands not in such warlike brace,
But altogether lacks th’ abilities [this,
That Rhodes is dress'd in :—if we make thought of
We must not think, the Turk is so unskilful,
To leave that latest, which concerns him first;
Neglecting an attempt of ease, and gain,
To wake, and wage, a danger profitless.
Duke. Nay, in all confidence, he's not for Rhodes.
Off. Here is more news.
-
Enter a Messenger.
Mess. The Ottomites, reverend and gracious,
Steering with due course toward the isle of Rhodes,
Have there injointed them with an after fleet.
Sen. Ay, so I thought:—How many, as you
guess?
Mess. Of thirty sail: and now do they re-stem
Their backward course, bearing with frank ap-
pearance
Their purposes toward Cyprus.-Signior Montano,
Your trusty and most valiant servitor,
With his free duty recommends you thus,
And prays you to believe him.
Duke. 'Tis certain then for Cyprus.-
Marcus Lucchesé, is he not in town?
1 Sen. He's now in Florence.
Duke. Write from us; wish him post-post-haste:
despatch. oor.
1 Sen. Here comes Brabantio, and the valiant

Enter BRABANTio, Othello, IAGo, Roderico, and Officers.

Duke. Valiant Othello, we must straight employ you Against the general enemy Ottoman. I did not see you; welcome, gentle signior; (To Brabantio.) We lack'd your counsel and your help to-night. Bra. So did I yours: good your grace, pardon me; Neither my place, nor aught I heard ;I. Hath rais'd me from my bed; nor doth the general

care Take hold on me; for my particular grief Is of so flood-gate and o'erbearing nature, That it engluts and swallows other sorrows, And it is still itself.

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She is abns'd, stolen from me, and corrupted
By spells and medicines bought of mountebanks:
For nature so preposterously to err,
Being not deficient, blind, or lame of sense,
Sans witchcraft could not.— [ing,
Duke. Whoe'er he be, that, in this foul proceed-
Hath thus beguil'd your daughter of herself,
And you of her, the bloody book of law
You shall yourself read in the bitter letter,
After your own sense; yea, though our proper son
Stood in your action.
Bra. Humbly I thank your grace.
Here is the man, this Moor; whom now, it seems,
Your special mandate, for the state affairs,
Hath hither brought.
Duke & Sen. We are very sorry for it.
Duke. What, in your own part, can you say to
this? (To Othello.)
Bra. Nothing, but this is so.
Oth. Most potent, grave, and reverend signiors,
My very noble and approv'd good masters,
That I have ta'en away this old man's daughter,
It is most true; true, I have married her;
The very head and front of my offending
Hath this extent, no more. Rude am I in my

speech, And little o with the set phrase of peace;

For since these arms of mine had seven years' pith,
Till now, some nine moons wasted, they have us'd
Their dearest action in the tented field;
And little of this great world can I speak,
More than pertains to feats of broil and battle;
And therefore little shall I grace my cause,
In speaking, for myself: Yet, by your gracious
patience,
I will a round unvarnish'd tale deliver
Of my whole course of love; what drugs, what
charms,
What conjuration, and what mighty j.
(For such proceeding I am charg’d withal,)
I won his daughter with.
rate A maiden never bold;
Of spirit so still and quiet, that her motion
Blush'd at hersels; and she, in spite of nature,
Of years, of country, credit, every thing,
To fall in love with what she fear'd to look on?
It is a judgment maim’d, and most imperfect,
That will confess—perfection so could err
Against all rules of nature; and must be driven
To find out practices of cunning hell,
Why this should be. I therefore vouch again,
That with some mixtures powerful o'er the blood,
Or with some dram conjur'd to this effect,
He wrought upon her.
uke. To vouch this, is no proof;
Without more certain and more overt test,
Than these thin habits, and poor likelihoods
Of modern seeming, do prefer against him.
1 Sen. But, Othello, speak;-
Did you, by indirect and forced courses
Subdue and poison this young maid's affections?
Or came it by request, and such fair question
As soul to soul ...
th. I do beseech you,
Send for the lady to the Sagittary,
And let her speak of me before her father:
If you do find me foul in her report,
The trust, the office, I do hold of you,
Not only take away, but let your sentence
Even fall upon my life.
Duke. Fetch Desdemona hither.
Oth. Ancient, conduct them; you best know the
lace.— [Exeunt Iago and Attendants.
And, till she come, as truly as to heaven
I do confess the vices of my blood,
So justly to your grave ears I'll present
How I did thrive in this fair lady’s love,
And she in mine.
Duke. Say it, Othello.
Oth. Her father lov'd me; oft invited me;
Still question'd me the story of my life,
From year to year; the battles, sieges, fortunes,
That I have pass'd.
I ran it through, even from my boyish days,
To the very moment that he bade me tell it.
Wherein 7. of most disastrous chances,
Of moving accidents, by flood and field;
Ofhair-breadthscapes i'the imminent deadly breach;
Of being taken by the insolent foe,
And . to slavery; of my redemption thence,
And portance in my travel's history:
Wherein of antres vast, and desarts idle,
Rough quarries, rocks, and hills whose heads touch
heaven,
It was my hint to speak, such was the process;
And of the Cannibals that each other eat,
The Anthropophagi, and men whose heads, .
Do **** their shoulders. These things to
ear,
Would Desdemona seriously incline:
But still the house affairs would draw her thence;
Which ever as she could with haste despatch,
She'd come again, and with a greedy ear .
Devour up my discourse: Which I observing,

Took once a pliant hour; and found good means To draw from her a prayer of earnest heart,

That I would all my pilgrimage dilate,
Whereof by parcels she had something heard,
But not intentively : I did consent;
And often did beguile her of her tears,
When I did speak of some distressful stroke,
That my ol. suffer'd. My story being done,
She gave me for my pains a world of sighs:
She swore, In faith, 'twas strange, 'twas passing
strange;
Twas pitiful, 'twas wondrous pitiful:
She wish'd, she had not heard it; yet she wish'd
That heaven had made her such a man: she thank'd

me; And bade me, if I had a friend that lov'd her, I should but teach him how to tell my story, And that would woo her. Upon this hint, I spake : She lov'd me for the dangers I had pass'd; And I lov'd her, that she did pity them. This only is the witchcraft I have us'd; Here comes the lady, let her witness it.

Enter DesdemoNA, IAGo, and Attendants.

Duke. I think, this tale would win my daughter Good Brabantio, [too.— Take up this mangled matter at the best : Men do their broken weapons rather use, Than their bare hands. Bra. I pray you, hear her speak; If she confess, that she was half the wooer, Destruction on my head, if my bad blame Light on the man"—Come hither, gentle mistress: Do you perceive, in all this noble company, Where most you owe obedience? Des. My noble father, I do perceive here a divided duty: To you, I am bound for life, and education; My life, and education, both do learn me How to respect you; you are the lord of duty, I am hitherto your daughter: But here's my husw band; And so much duty as my mother shew'd To you, preferring you before her father, So much I challenge, that I may profess Due to the Moor, my lord. Bra. God be with you!—I have done:— Please it your grace, on to the state affairs; I had rather to adopt a child, than get it.— Come hither, Moor: I here do give thee that with all my heart, Which, but thou hast already, with all my heart I would keep from thee.—For your sake, jewel, I am glad at soul I have no other child ; For thy escape would teach me tyranny, To hang clogs on them.—I have done, my lord. Duke. Let me speak like yourself; and lay a sentence, Which, as a grise, or step, may help these lovers Into your favour. When remedies are past, the griefs are ended, By seeing the worst, which late on hopes depended. To mourn a mischief that is past and gone, Is the next way to draw new mischief on. What cannot be preserv'd when fortune takes, Patience her injury a mockery makes. The * that smiles, o, something from the thief; He robs himself, that spends a bootless grief. Bra. So let the Turk of Cyprus us beguile; We lose it not, so long as we can smile. He bears the sentence well, that nothing bears But the free comfort, which from thence he hears: But he bears both the sentence and the sorrow, That, to pay grief, must of poor patience borrow. These sentences, to sugar, or to gall, Being strong on both sides, are equivocal: But words are words; I never yet did hear That the bruis'd heart was pierced through the ear. Jhumbly beseech you, proceed to the affairs of state. Duke, The T. with a most mighty preparation

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makes for Cyprus:–Othello, the fortitude of the place is best known to you: And though we have there a substitute of most allowed sufficiency, wel opinion, a sovereign mistress of effects, throws : more safer voice on you: you must therefore be content to slubber the gloss of your new fortures with this more stubborn and boisterous expedition. Oth. The tyrant custom, most grave senatars, Hath made the flinty and steel couch of war My thrice-driven bed of down: I do aguize A natural and prompt alacrity, I find in hardness; and do undertake These present wars against the Ottomites. Most humbly therefore bending to your state. I crave fit disposition for my wife; Due reference of place, and exhibition; With such accommodation, and besort, *:::: with her breeding.

uke. If you please, Be’t at her father's. Bra. I'll not have it so. Oth. Nor I. Des. Nor I; I would not there reside,

To . my father in impatient thoughts,
By being in his eye. Most gracious duke,
To my unfolding lend a gracious ear;
And let me find a charter in your voice,
To assist ox simpleness.
Duke. What would you, Desdemona? -
Des. That I did love the Moor to live with him,
My downright violence and storm of fortunes
May trumpet to the world; my heart's subdued
Even to the very quality of my lord:
I saw Othello's visage in his mind;
And to his honours, and his valiant parts,
Did I my soul and fortunes consecrate.
So that, dear lords, if I be left behind,
A moth of peace, and he go to the war,
The rights, for which I love him, are berest me,
And I a heavy interim shall support
By his dear absence: Let me go with him.
Oth. Your voices, lords:—"beseech you, let her
Have a free way. [will
Vouch with me, heaven; I therefore beg it not,
To please the palate of my appetite;
Nor to comply with heat, the young affects,
In my distinct and proper satisfaction;
But to be free and bounteous to her mind:
And heaven defend your good souls, that you think
I will your serious and great business scant,
For she is with me: No, when light-wing'd toys
Of feather'd Cupid seel with wanton dulness
My speculative and active instruments,
That my disports corrupt and taint my business.
Let housewives make a skillet of my helm,
And all indign and base adversities
Make head against my estimation'
Duke. Be it as you shall privately determine,
Either for her stay, or going: the affair cries—haste,
And speed must answer it; you must hence to-night
Des. To-night, my lord?
Duke. This night.
Oth. *With all my beart.
Duke. At nine i'the morning here we'll meet

again. Othello, i. some officer behind, And he shall our commission bring to you : With such things else of quality and respect, As doth import you. Oth. Please your grace, my ancient. A man he is of honesty, and trust; To his conveyance I assign my wise, With what else needful your good grace shall think To be sent after me. Duke. Let it be so.Good night to every one.—And, noble signior, (To Brabante.) If virtue no delighted beauty lack, Your son-in-law is far more fair than black.

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