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Jag. Why goe to bed and sleepe.

Rod. I will incontinently drowne my felfe.

Jag. Well, if thou doeft, I fhall neuer loue thee after it, Why, thou filly gentleman.

Rod. It is fillineffe to liue, when to liue is a torment, and then we haue a prescription, to dye when death is our phyfition.

lag. I ha‡ look'd vpon the world for foure times feuen yeares, and fince I could diftinguish 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 fhould I do? I confeffe it is my fhame 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 gar diners, fo that if we will plant nettles, or fow lettice, fet ifop, and weed vp time; fupply it with one gender of hearbes, or diftract it with many; either to haue it fterrill with idle. neffe, or manur'd with industry, why the power, and corri gible authority of this, lies in our wills. If the ballance of our liues had not one fcale of reafon, to poife another of fen* fuality; the blood and bafeneffe of our natures, would con duct vs to most prepofterous conclufions. But wee haue reason to coole our raging motions, our carnall ftings, our vnbitted lufts; whereof I take this, that you call loue to be a fect, or fyen.

Rod. It cannot be.


Iag. It is meerly a luft of the blood, and a permiffion of the will come, be a man; drowne thy felfe? drowne cats and blinde puppies: I profeffe me thy friend, and I confeffe me knit to thy deferuing, with cables of perdurable toughneffe; I could neuer better steede thee then now. Put money

O villainous Iba, &c.

in thy purfe; follow thefe warres, defeate thy fauour with an vfurp'd beard; I fay, put money in thy purse. It cannot be, that Defdemona fhould long continue her loue vnto the Moore, put money in thy purfe,-nor he to her; it was a violent commencement, and thou fhalt fee an anfwerable fequeftration; put but money in thy purse. These Moores are changeable in their wills-fill thy purfe with money. The food that to him now, is as lufhious as locufts, fhall be to him fhortly as acerbe * as the colloquintida. ‡ When shee is fated with his body, shee will finde the error of her choyce; fhee muft haue change; fhee muft. Therefore put money in thy purfe: if thou wilt needes damme thy felfe, doe it a more delicate way then drowning; make all the money thou canft. If fanctimony, and a fraile vow, betwixt an erring Barbarian, and a fuper fubtle 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; feeke thou rather to be hang'd in compaffing thy ioy, then to bee drowned, and goe without her.

Rod. Wilt thou be faft to my hopes? §

lag. Thou art fure of me-goe, make money-I haue told thee often, and I tell thee againe, and againe, I hate the Moore, my caufe is harted, thine has no leffe reafon, let vs be communicative in our reuenge against him: if thou canst cuckold him, thou doest 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 fhall we meete i'th morning.

lag. At my lodging.

Rod. I'le be with thee betimes.

lag. Go to, farewell :-doe you heare Roderigo?

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Rod. What fay you?

lag. No more of drowning, do you heare?

Rod. I am chang'd *.

Exit Roderigo.

Iag. Goe to, farewell, put money enough in your purse † ; Thus doe I euer make my foole my purse:

For I mine owne gain'd knowledge should prophane,
If I would time expend with fuch a faipe,

But for my sport and profit: I hate the Moore,
And it is thought abroad, that twixt my fheetes
Ha's done my office; I know not, if't be true-
Yet I, for meere fufpition in that kind,
Will doe, as if for furety: he holds me well,
The better shall my purpose worke on him.
Caffio's a proper man, let me fee now,
To get his place, and make vp to my will,
A double knauery-how, how,-let me fee,
After fome time, to abufe Othelloe's eare,
That he is too familiar with his wife :
He has a perfon and a smooth dispose,
To be fufpected, fram'd to make women false :
The Moore a free and open nature too,

That thinkes men honest, that but feemes to be fo:
And will as tenderly be led bit'h nose-as affes are :
I ha't, it is ingender'd: hell and night

Muft bring this monstrous birth to the worlds light.





Enter Montanio, gouernor of Cypres, with two other gentlemen. Montanio. What from the cape can you discerne at sea ?

1 Gent. Nothing at all, it is a high wrought flood,

*Ile go fell all my land.

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I cannot

I cannot twixt the hauen ** and the mayne

Descry a faile.

Mon. Me thinkes the wind does fpeake aloud at land, A fuller blast ne're fhooke our battlements :

If it ha ruffiand fo vpon the fea.

What ribbes of oake, when the huge mountaine mealt,
Can hold the morties, What shall we heare of this?

2 Gent. A fegregation of the Turkish fleete :


For doe but stand vpon the banning shore,

The chiding billow† feemes to pelt the cloudes,

The winde shak'd furge, with high and monftrous mayne,
Seemes to caft water, on the burning beare,

And quench the guards of th' euer fired pole,

I neuer did, like molestation view,

On the inchafed flood.

Mon. If that the Turkish fleete

Be not infhelter'd, and embayed, they are drown'd,
It is impoffible they ‡ beare it out.

Enter a third gentleman.

3. Gent. Newes lords §, your warres are done: The desperate tempeft hath fo bang'd the Turke,

That their defignement halts: another fhippe of Venice hath


A greeuous wracke and fufferance

On most part of the §§ fleete.

Mon. How, is this true?

3 Gent. The shippe is heere put in:

A Veronea, Michael Caffio,

Leiutenant to the warlike Moore Othello,

Is come afhore: the Moore himselfe at sea,
And is in full commiflion here for Cypres.
Mon. I am glad on't, tis a worthy gouernour.

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3. Gent. But this fame Caffio, tho he fpeake of comfort, Touching the Turkish losse, yet he lookes fadly,

And prayes the Moore be fafe, for they were parted,
With foule and violent tempest.

Mon. Pray heauen he be :

For I haue feru'd him, and the man commands

Like a full fouldier:

Lets to the fea fide, ho,

As well to fee the veffell that's come in

As to throw out our eyes for braue Othello *.

3 Gent. Come, lets doe fo,

For euery minute is expectancy

Of more arriuance.

Enter Caffio.

Caf. Thankes to the valiant of this worthy + ine That fo approue the Moore, and let the heauens. Giue him defence against their elements,

For I haue loft him on a dangerous fea.

Mon. Is he well shipt?

Caf. His barke is ftoutly timberd, and his pilate
Of very expert and approu'd allowance,

Therefore my hope's not furfeited to death,
Stand in bold cure.

Enter a messenger.

Meff. A faile, a faile, a faile.

Caf. What noyse?

Me. The towne is empty, on the brow o'th fea, otand ranckes of people, and they cry a fayle,

Caf. My hopes doe shape him for the guernement. 2 Gen. They doe difcharge the fhot of courtefie, Our friend at leaft.

*Euen till we make the maine and th'aire all blue,

An indiftinct regard.

† worthy omitted.

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