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lag. Why goe to bed and sleepe.
lag. Well, if thou doelt, I shall neuer loue thee after it, Why, thou filly gentleman.
Rod. It is fillinesse to liue, when to liue is a torment, and then we haue a prescription, to dye when death is our phy. sition.
lag. I ha I look'd vpon the world for foure times seuen yeares, and since I could distinguish betweene a benefit, and an iniury, I neuer found a man that knew how to loue him: felfe: ere I would say I would drowne my felfe, for the loue of a Ginny hen, I would change my humanity with a baboone.
Rod. What should I do? I confesse it is my shame to be so fond, but it is not in my vertue to amend it.
lag. Vertue ? a fig, tis in ourfelues, that wee are thus, or thus, our bodies are gardens, to the which our wills are gardiners, so that if we will plant nettles, or fow lettice, set isop, and weed vp time; supply it with one gender of hearbes, or distract it with many; either to haue it sterrill with idle. nesse, or manur'd with industry, why the power, and corrigible authority of this, lies in our wills. If the ballance of our lives had not one scale of reason, to poise another of sen suality; the blood and basenesse of our natures, would conduct vs to most preposterous conclusions. But wee haue reason to coole our raying motions, our carnall stings, our vnbitted lusts; whereof I take this, that you call loue to be a sect, or syen.
Rod. It cannot be.
lag. It is meerly a list of the blood, and a permission of the will: come, be a man; drowne thy selfe? drowne cats and blinde puppies : I professe me thy friend, and I confesse me knit to thy deferuing, with cables of perdurable toughnelle; I could neuer better steede thee then now. Put money
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in thy purse ; follow these warres, defeate thy fauour with an vsurp'd beard; I say, put money in thy purse. It cannot be, that Desdemona should long continue her loue voto the Moore, put money in thy purse, -nor he to her ; it was a violent commencement, and thou shalt see an answerable sequestration ; put but money in thy purse. These Moores are changeable in their wills:-fill thy purse with money. The food that to him now, is as lushious as locusts, shall be to him shortly as acerbe * the + colloquintida. † When shee is fated with his body, thee will finde the error of her choyce; Thee must haue change; Tee must. Therefore put money in thy purse: if thou wilt needes damme thy selfe, doe it a more delicate way then drowning; make all the money thou canst. If fanctimony, and a fraile vow, betwixt an erring Barbarian, and a super subtle Venetian, be not too hard for my wits, and all the tribe of hell, thou shalt enioy her; therefore make money, -a pox a drowning, tis cleane out of the way ; seeke thou rather to be hang'd in compassing thy ioy, then to bee drowned, and goe without her.
Rod. Wilt thou be fast to my hopes ? $
lag. Thou art sure of memgoe, make money-I haue told thee often, and I tell thee againe, and againe, I hate the Moore, my cause is harted, thine has no lesse reason, let vs be communicative || in our reuenge against him: if thou canst cuckold him, thou doeft thy felfe a pleasure, and me a sport. There are many euents in the womb of time, which will be deliuered, Trauerce, go, prouide thy money, we will haue more of this to morrow, adiue.
Rod. Where shall we meete i'th morning.
+ ibe omitted. 1 She must change for youth, when, &c. defend ex tbe ilue, conjective,
Rod. What say you ?
Enter Montanio, gouernor of Cypres, with two other gentlemen.
Montanio. What from the cape can you discerne at sea ? i Gent. Nothing at all, it is a high wrought flood,
• Ile go fel all my land.
+ This line is omitted in the second edition.
I cannot twixt the hauen ** and the mayne
Mon. Me thinkes the wind does speake aloud at land,
2 Gent. A segregation of the Turkish fleete :
Mon. If that the Turkish fleete
Enter a third gentleman.
seene A greeuous wracke and sufferance On most part of the go fleete.
Mon. How, is this true?
3 Gent. The shippe is heere put in: A Veronesa, Michael Casio, Leiutenant to the warlike Moore Othello, Is come alhore: the Moore himselfe at sea, And is in full commission here for Cypres. Mon. I am glad on't, tis a worthy gouernour. * foaming + lillowes. I to.
3. Gent. But this fame Caffio, tho he speake of comfort,
Mon. Pray heauen he be :
3 Cent. Come, lets doe so, For euery minute is expectancy Of more arriuance.
Mon Is he well shipt?
Caf. His barke is stoutly timberd, and his pilate
Enter a messenger.
Mel: The towne is empty, on the brow o'th sea, otand ranckes of people, and they cry a fayle,
Caf. My hopes doe shape him for the guernement.
2 Gen. They doe discharge the shot of courtesie, Our friend at least.
A foot. * Euen till we make the maine and it'aire all blue, An indistinet regard. worthy omitted.