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Iago. O, sir, content you ;
la honest plainness thou hast heard me say," I follow him to serve my turn upon him :
My daughter is not for thee ; and now, in madness, We cannot all be masters, nor all masters
Being full of supper, and distempering draughts, Cannot be truly follow'd. You shall mark' Upon malicious bravery, dost thou come Many a duteous and knee-crooking knave, To start my quiet: That, doting on his own obsequious bondage, Rod. Sir, sir, sir, sir, Wears out his time, much like his master's ass, Bra. :
But thou must needs be sure, For nought but provender ; and, when he's old, My spirit, and my place, have in them power cashier'd;
To make this bitter to thee. Whip me such honest knaves : Others there are, Rod.
Patience, good sir.' Who, trimm'd in forms and visages of duty,
Bra. What tellist thou me of robbing? this is Keep yet their hearts attending on themselves;
Brabantio, their coats,
In simple, and pure soul I come to you. Do themselves homage: these fellows have some soul; Iago. 'Zounds, sir, you are one of those, that And such a one do i profess myself.
will not serve God, if the devil bid you. Because For, sir,
we come to do you service, you think we are rufe It is as sure as you are Roderigo,
fians: You'll have your daughter covered with a Were I the Moor, I would not be Iago:
Barbary horse : you'll have your nephews neigh to In following him, I follow but myself;
you : you'll have coursers for cousins, and gennets Heaven is my judge, not I for love and duty, for germans. But seeming so, for my peculiar end :
Bra. What profane wretch art thou? For when my outward action doth demonstrate Iago. I am one, sir, that comes to tell you, your The native act and figure of my heart
daughter and the Moor are now making the beast In compliment extern, 'tis not long after
with two backs. But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve
Bra. Thou art a villain. For daws to peck at: I am not what I am.
You are a senator Rod. What a full fortune does the thick-lipsowe, Bra. This thou shalt answer ; I know thee, RoIf he can carry't thus !
derigo. Iago. Call up her father,
Rod. Sir, I will answer any thing. But I beseech Rouse him: make after him, poison his delight,
you, Proclaim him in the streets; incense her kinsmen, If't be your pleasure, and most wise consent, And, though he in a fertile climate dwell,
(As partly, I find, it is,) that your fair daughter, Plague him with flies: though that his joy be joy, At this odd-even and dull watch o'the night, Yet throw such changes of vexation on't,
Transported with no worse nor better guard, As it may lose some colour.
But with a knave of common hire, a gondolier, Rod. Here is her father's house; I'll call aloud. To the gross clasps of a lascivious Moor, Iago. Do; with like timorous accent, and dire If this be known to you, and your allowance, yell,
We then have done you bold and saucy wrongs; As when, by night and negligence, the fire But, if you know not this, my manners tell me, Is spied in populous cities.
We have your wrong rebuke. Do not believe, Rod. What, ho! Brabantio ! signior Brabantio, That, from the sense of all civility,' ho!
I thus would play and trifle with your reverence : Iago. Awake! what, ho! Brabantio ! thieves! Your daughter, - if you have not given her leave, thieves ! thieves !
I say again, hath made a gross revolt; Look to your house, your daughter, and your bags! Tying her duty, beauty, wit, and fortunes, Thieves ! thieves !
In an extravagant and wheeling stranger,
Of here and every where : Straight satisfy yourself: BRABANTIO, above, at a window.
If she be in her chamber, or your house, Bra. What is the reason of this terrible summons? Let loose on me the justice of the state What is the matter there?
For thus delucing you. Rod. Signior, is all your family within ?
Strike on the tinder, ho!' Tago. Are your doors lock'd ?
Give me a taper ; - call up all my people:Bra.
Why? wherefore ask you this ? This accident is not unlike my dream ; Iago. 'Zounds, sir, you are robb'd; for shame, Belief of it oppresses me already :put on your gown;
Light, I say! light!
[Erit, from above, Your heart is burst, you have lost half your soul; Iago.
Farewell ; for I must leave you : Even now, very now, an old black ram
It seems not meet, nor wholesome to my place, Is tupping your white ewe. Arise, arise ;
To be produc'd (as, if I stay, I shall,) Awake the snorting citizens with the bell,
Against the Moor : For, I do know, the state, Or else the devil will make a grandsire of you: However this may gall him with some check, Arise, I say,
Cannot with safety cast him ; for he's embark'd Bra. What, have you lost your wits ? With such loud reason to the Cyprus' wars, Rod. Most reverend signior, do you know my (Which even now stand in act,) that, for their souls, voice ?
Another of his fathom they have not, Bra. Not I; what are you?
To lead their business : in which regard, Rod. My name is - Roderigo.
Though I do hate him as I do hell pains,
The worse welcome; Yet, for necessity of present life,
Which is indeed but sign. That you shall surely | Put into circumscription and confine find him,
For the sea's worth. But, look! what lights come Lead to the Sagittary the rais'd search;
yonder ? And there will I be with him. So, farewell. (Exit. Enter Cassio, at a distance, and certain Officers Enter, below, Brabantio, and Servants with torches.
with torches. Bra. It is too true an evil : gone she is ;
Iago. These are the raised father, and his friends: And what's to come of my despised time,
You were best go in. Is nought but bitterness. Now, Roderigo,
Not I: I must be found; Where didst thou see her ?-0, unhappy girl !- My parts, my title, and my perfect soul, With the Moor, say'st thou ? Who would be a Shali manifest me rightly. Is it they ? father?
Iago. By Janus, I think no. How didst thou know 'twas she ?-0, thou deceiy'st Oth. The servants of the duke, and my lieutenant.
The goodness of the night upon you, friends! Past thought!-- What said she to you ? -Get more What is the news? tapers;
The duke does greet you, general; Raise all my kindred.--Are they married think you ? And he requires your haste-post-haste appearance, Rod. Truly, I think, they are.
Even on the instant. Bra. O heaven! - How got she out! - trea- Oth.
What is the matter, think you ? son of the blood !
Cas. Something from Cyprus, as I may divine ; Fathers, from bence trust not your daughters' minds It is a business of some heat : the gallies By what you see them act. Are there not charms, Have sent a dozen sequent messengers By which the property of youth and maidhood This very night, at one another's heels; May be abus’d? Have you not read, Roderigo, And many of the consuls, rais'd, and met, of some such thing?
Are at the duke's already : You have been hotiy Rod. Yes, sir; I have indeed.
callid for ; Bra. Call up my brother. – 0, that you had had When, being not at your lodging to be found, her!
The senate hath sent about three several quests, Some one way, some another. - Do you know To search you out. Where we may apprehend her and the Moor?
'Tis well I am found by you. Rod. I think, I can discover him; if you please I will but spend a word here in the house, To get good guard, and go along with me. And go with you. Bra. Pray you, lead on. At every house I'll call; Cas.
Ancient, what makes he bere? I may command at most ;- Get weapons, ho!, Iago. 'Faith, he to-night hath boarded a land And raise some special officers of night.
(Exeunt. Cas. I do not understand.
To who? Enter OTHELLO, Iago, and Attendants.
! Re-enter OTHELLO Iago. Though in the trade of war I have slain men, Iago. Marry, to - Come, captain, will you go? Yet do I hold it very stuff o'the conscience,
Have with you. To do no contriv'd murder ; I lack iniquity
Cas. Here comes another troop to seek for you. Sometimes, to do me service : Nine or ten times I had thought to have yerk'd him here under the Enter BRABANTIO, RODERIGO, and Officers of rights
with torches and weapons. ribs. Oth. 'Tis better as it is.
Tago. It is Brabantio : - general, be advisd; Jago.'
Nay, but he prated, He comes to bad intent. And spoke such scurvy and provoking terms,
Hola! stand there! Against your honour,
Rod. Signior, it is the Moor. That, with the little godliness I have,
Down with him, theft I did full bard forbear him. But, I pray, sir,
[They draw on both sides Are you fast married ? for, be sure of this,
Tago. You, Roderigo ! come, sir, I am for you That the magnifico is much beloved;
Oth. Keep up your bright swords, for the deve And hath, in his effect, a voice potential
will rust them. As double as the duke's; he will divorce you Good signior, you shall more command with years, Or put upon you what restraint and grievance Than with your weapons. The law (with all his might, to enforce it on,) Bra. O thou foul thief, where hast thou stou 'd Will give him cable.
my daughter? Oth.
Let him do his spite : Damn'd as thou art, thou hast enchanted her: My services, which I have done the signiory, For I'll refer me to all things of sense, Shall out-tongue his complaints. 'Tis yet to know, If she in chains of magick were not bound, (Which, when I know that boasting is an honour, Whether a maid — so tender, fair, and happy ; I shall promulgate,) I fetch my life and being So opposite to marriage, that she shunn'd From men of royal siege ; and my demerits The wealthy curled darlings of our nation, May speak, unbonneted, to as proud a fortune Would ever have, to incur a general mock, As this that I have reach'd: For know, Iago, Run from her guardage to the sooty bosom But that I love the gentle Desdemona,
Of such a thing as thou : to fear, not to deligt I would not my uuhoused free condition
Judge me the world, if 'tis not gross in seres,
That thou hast practis'd on her with foul charms ;' That Rhodes is dress'd in: if we make thought of Abus'd her delicate youth with drugs, or minerals,
this, That waken motion : - I'll have it disputed on ; We must not think, the Turk is so unskilful, 'Tis probable, and palpable to thinking.
To leave that latest which confirms him first; I therefore apprehend and do attach thee,
Neglecting an attempt of ease, and gain, For an abuser of the world, a practiser
To wake, and wage, a danger profitless. Of arts inhibited and out of warrant :
Duke. Nay, in all confidence, he's not for Rhodes. Lay hold upon him; if he do resist, .
off. Here is more news.
Enter a Messenger.
Mess. The Ottomites, reverend and gracious, Were it my cue to fight, I should have known it Steering with due course toward the isle of Rhodes, Without a prompter. Where will you that I go Have there injointed them with an after fleet. To answer this your charge?
1 Sen. Ay, so I thought :- How many, as you Bra.
To prison : till fit time Of law, and course of direct session,
Mess. Of thirty sail : and now do they re-stem Call thee to answer.
Their backward course, bearing with frank appearOth.
What if I do obey ? How may the duke be therewith satisfied ;
Their purposes toward Cyprus.--Signior Montano, Whose messengers are here about my side,
Your trusty and most valiant servitor, Upon some present business of the state,
With his free duty, recommends you thus,
And prays you to believe him.
'Tis true, most worthy signior, Duke. 'Tis certain then for Cyprus. The duke's in council; and your noble self,
Marcus Lucchese, is he not in town?
I Sen. He's now in Florence.
How! the duke in council ! Duke. Write from us; wish him post-post-haste ; In this time of the night! - Bring him away :
despatch. Mine's not an idle cause: the duke himself,
1 Sen. Here comes Brabantio, and the valiant Or any of my brothers of the state,
Moor. Cannot but feel this wrong, as 'twere their own :
Enter BRABANTIO, OTHELLO, Iago, RODERIGO, For if such actions may have passage free,
and Officers. Bond-slaves, and pagans, shall our statesmen be.
Duke. Valiant Othello, we must straight employ
you SCENE III. - The same. A Council-Chamber. Against the general enemy Ottoman.
I did not see you ; welcome, gentle signior The Duxe, and Senators, sitting at a table ; Officers
[To BRABANTIO. attending.
We lack'd your counsel and your help to-night. Duke. There is no composition in these news,
Bra. So did I yours: Good your grace, pardon me; That gives them credit.
Neither my place, nor aught I heard of business, 1 Sen. Indeed, they are disproportion'd; Hath rais'd me from my bed ; nor doth the general My letters say, a hundred and seven gallies. Duke. And mine, a hundred and forty.
Take hold on me; for my particular grief 2 Sen.
And mine, two hundred : Is of so flood-gate and o'erbearing nature, But though they jump not on a just account,
That it engluts and swallows other sorrows, (As in these cases, where the aim reports,
And it is still itself. Tis oft with difference,) yet do they all confirm Duke.
Why, what's the matter ? A Turkish fleet, and bearing up to Cyprus.
Bra. My daughter! O, my daughter !
Dead ? I do not so secure me in the error,
Ay, to me; But the main article I do approve
She is abus'd, stol'n from me, and corrupted In fearful sense.
By spells and medicines bought of mountebanks :
Being not deficient, blind, or lame of sense,
Sans witchcraft could not
Duke. Whoe'er he be, that, in this foul pro-
And you of her, the bloody book of law By signior Angelo.
You shall yourself read in the bitter letter, Duke. How say you by this change ?
After your own sense; yea, though our proper son 1 Sen.
This cannot be, Stood in your action. By no assay of reason; tis a pageant,
Humbly I thank your grace. To keep us in false gaze : When we consider Here is the man, this Moor ; whom now, it seems, The importancy of Cyprus to the Turk;
Your special mandate, for the state affairs, And let ourselves again but understand,
Hath hither brought. That, as it more concerns the Turk than Rhodes, Duke of Sen. We are very sorry for it. So may he with more facile question bear it,
Duke. What, in your own part, can you say to For that it stands not in such warlike brace,
(TO OTHELLO. But altogether lacks the abilities
Bra. Nothing, but this is so,
Otk. Most potent, grave, and reverend signiors, And sold to slavery; of my redemption thence, My very noble and approv'd good masters,
And portance in my travel's history: That I have ta'en away this old man's daughter, Wherein of antres vast, and desarts idle, It is most true ; true, I have married her ; Rough quarries, rocks, and hills whose heads touch The very head and front of my offending
heaven, Hath this extent, no more. Rude am I in my It was my hint to speak, such was the process; speech,
And of the Cannibals that each other eat, And little bless'd with the set phrase of peace ; The Anthropophagi, and men whose heads For since these arms of mine had seven years' pith, Do grow beneath their shoulders. These things to Till now some nine moons wasted, they have us'd
hear, Their dearest action in the tented field;
Would Desdemona seriously incline : And little of this great world can I speak,
But still the house affairs would draw her thence; More than pertains to feats of broil and battle;' - Which ever as she could with baste despatch, And therefore little shall I grace my cause, She'd come again, and with a greedy ear In speaking for myself: Yet, by your gracious Devour up my discourse : Which I observing, patience,
Took once a pliant hour; and found good means I will a round unvarnish'd tale deliver
To draw from her a prayer of earnest heart, Of my whole course of love; what drugs, what That I would all my pilgrimage dilate, charms,
Whereof by parcels she had something heard, What conjuration, and what mighty magick, But not intentively: I did consent ; (For such proceeding I am charg'd withal,) And often did beguile her of her tears, I won his daughter with.
When I did speak of some distressful stroke, Bra.
A maiden never bold; That my youth suffer'd. My story being done, Of spirit so still and quiet, that her motion
She gave me for my pains a world of sighs : Blush'd at herself; And she, - in spite of nature, She swore, — In faith, 'twas strange, 'twas passing Of years, of country, credit, every thing,
strange ; To fall in love with what she fear'd to look on ?, 'Twás pitiful, 'was wondrous pitiful : It is a judgment maim'd, and most imperfect, She wish’d, she had not heard it; yet she wish'd That will confess - perfection so could err That heaven had made her such a man: she thank Against all rules of natures and must be driven
me; To find out practices of cunning hell,
And bade me, if I had a friend that lov'd her, Why this should be. I therefore vouch again, I should but teach him how to tell my story, That with some mixtures powerful o'er the blood, And that would woo her. Upon this hint, I spake; Or with some dram conjur'd to this effect,
She lov'd me for the dangers I had passid; He wrought upon her.
And I lov'd her, that she did pity them. Duke.
To võuch this, i. no proof ; This only is the witchcraft I have us'd;
Here comes the lady, let her witness it.
Enter DESDEMONA, Lago, and Attendants, 1 Sen. But, Othello, speak;
Duke. I think, this tale would win my daughter Did you by indirect and forced courses Subdue and poison this young maid's affections ? Good Brabrantio, Or came it by request, and such fair question Take up this mangled matter at the best : As soul to soul affordeth ?
Men do their broken weapons rather use, Oth.
I do beseech
Than their bare hands. Send for the lady to the Sagittary,
I pray you, hear her speak; And let her speak of me before her father :
If she confess, that she was half the wover, If you do find me foul in her report,
Destruction on my head, if my bad blame The trust, the office, I do hold of you,
Light on the man! - Come hither, gentle snistress; Not only take away, but let your sentence
Do you perceive in all this noble coinpany,
Where most you dwe obedience ?
My noble fathes Oth. Ancient, conduct them : you best know the I do perceive here a divided duty:
place. – [Ereuni Lago and Attendants. To you, I am bound for life, and education ; And, till she come, as truly as to heaven
My life, and education, both do learn me I do confess the vices of my blood,
How to respect you ; you are the lord of duty. So justly to your grave ears I'll present
I am hitherto your daughter: But here's my How I did thrive in this fair laly's love,
husband; And she in mine.
And so much duty as my mother show'd Duke. Say it, Othello.
To you, preferring you before her father, Oth. Her father lov'd me; oft invited me; So much I challenge that I may profess Still question’d me the story of my life,
Due to the Moor, my lord.
Please it your grace, on to the state affairs ;
Which, but thou hast already, with all my beart Of hair-breadth scapes i'the imminent deadly breach; I would keep from thee. — For your sake, jewed, Of being taken by the insolent foe,
I am glad at soul I have no other child;
For thy escape would teach me tyranny,
Vouch with me, heaven ; I therefore beg it not, To hang clogs on them. I have done, my lord. To please the palate of my appetite ; Duke. Let me speak like yourself; and lay a Nor to comply with heat, the young affects, sentence,
In my distinct and proper satisfaction; Which, as a grise, or step, may help these lovers But to be free and bounteous to her mind : Into your favour.
And heaven defend your good souls, that you When remedies are past, the griefs are ended,
think By seeing the worst, which late on hopes depended. I will your serious and great business scant, To mourn a mischief that is past and gone,
For she is with me : No, when light-wing'd toys Is the next way to draw new mischief on.
Of feather'd Cupid seel with wanton dulness What cannot be preserv'd when fortune takes, My speculative and active instruments, Patience her injury a mockery makes.
That my disports corrupt and taint my business, The robb'd, that smiles, steals something from the Let housewives make a skillet of my helm, thief ;
And all indign and base adversities He robs himself, that spends a bootless gtief. Make head against my estimation !
Bra. So let the Turk of Cyprus us beguile; Duke. Be it as you shall privately determine, We lose it not, so long as we can smile.
Either for her stay, or going: the affair cries He bears the sentence well, that nothing bears
haste, But the free comfort which from thence he hears : And speed must answer it; you must hence toBut he bears both the sentence and the sorrow,
night. That, to pay grief, must of poor patience borrow, Des. To-night, my lord ? These sentences, to sugar, or to gall,
This night. Being strong on both sides, are equivocal :
With all my heart. But words are words; I never yet did hear,
Duke. At nine i'the morning here we'll meet That the bruis'd heart was pierced through the ear.
again. I humbly beseech you, proceed to the affairs of state. Othello, leave some officer behind,
Duke. The Turk with a most mighty preparation And he shall our commission bring to you ; makes for Cyprus: - Othello, the fortitude of the With such things etse of quality and respect, place is best known to you ; And though we have
As doth import you. there a substitute of most allowed sufficiency, yet Oth.
Please your grace, my ancient ; opinion, a sovereign mistress of effects, throws a A man he is of honesty, and trust : more safer voice on you : you must therefore be To his conveyance I assign my wife, content to slubber the gloss of your new fortunes With what else needful your good grace shall think with this more stubborn and boisterous expedition, To be sent after me, Oth. The tyrant custom, most grave senators,
Let it be so. Hath made the finty and steel couch of war Good night to every one. And, noble signior, My thrice-driven bed of down: I do agnize
[To BRABANTIO, A natural and prompt alacrity,
If virtue no delighted beauty lack, I find in hardness; and do undertake
Your son-in-law is far more fair than black. These present wars against the Ottomites.
1 Sen. Adieu, brave Moor! use Desdemona well. Most humbly therefore bending to your state, Bra. Look to her, Moor; have a quick eye to I crave fit disposition for my wife ;
see ; Due reference of place, and exhibition ;
She has deceiv'd her father, and may thee. With such accommodation, and besort,
[Ereunt DUKE, Senators, Officers, fc. As levels with her breeding.
Oth. My life upon her faith. Honest lago, Duke.
If you please, My Desdemona must I leave to thee;
I pr’ythee, let thy wife attend on her ;
And bring them after in the best advantage.
Come, Desdemona, I have but an hour Des.
Nor I; I would not there reside, of love, of worldly matters and direction, To put my father in impatient thoughts,
To spend with thee: we must obey the time. By being in his eye. Most gracious duke,
(Exeunt Othello and DESDEMONA. To my unfolding lend a gracious ear;
Rod. Iago. And let me find a charter in your voice,
Iago. What say'st thou, noble heart? To assist my simpleness.
Rod. What will I do, thinkest thou ? Duke. What would you, Desdemona ?
Iago. Why, go to bed, and sleep. Des. That I did love the Moor to live with him, Rod. I will incontinently drown myself. My downright violence and storm of fortunes Iago. Well, if thou dost, I shall never love thee May trumpet to the world; my heart's subdued after it. Why, thou silly gentleman! Even to the very quality of my lord :
Rod. It is silliness to live, when to live is a torI saw Othello's visage in his mind;
ment: and then have we a prescription to die, when And to his honours, and his valiant parts,
death is our physician. Did I my soul and fortunes consecrate.
Iago. O villainous! I have looked upon the So that, dear lords, if I be left behind,
world for four times seven years! and since I could A moth of peace, and he go to the war,
distinguish between a benefit and an injury, I never The rights for which I love him, are bereft me, found a man that knew how to love bimself. Ere And I a heavy interim shall support
I would say, I would drown myself for the love of By his dear absence : Let me go with him. a Guinea-hen, I would change my humanity
Oth. Your voices, lords: beseech you, let her will with a baboon. Have a free way.
Rod. What should I do? I confess, it is my