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Cas. Pr'ythee, 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. [Exit.

Enter 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.

[Exit. I never knew

Yet, I beseech you,
If you think fit, or that it may be done,
Give me advantage of some brief discourse
With Desdemona alone.

Ay, but, lady,
That policy may either last so long,
Or feed upon such nice and waterish diet,
Or breed itself so out of circumstance,

My general will forget my love and service.

Cas. Do, good my friend.-In happy time, Iago. That, I being absent, and my place supplied,
Jago. 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.

Cas. I humbly thank you for't.
A Florentine more kind and honest.


Emil. Good morrow, good lieutenant: I am sorry My lord.
For your displeasure; but all will soon be well.
The general, and his wife, are talking of it;
And she speaks for you stoutly: The Moor replies,
That he, you hurt, is of great fame in Cyprus,
And great affinity; and that, in wholesome wisdom,
He might not but refuse you: but, he protests, he
loves you;

And needs no other suitor, but his likings,
To take the saf"st occasion by the front,
To bring you in again.


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Emil. Good madam, do; I know, it grieves my husband,

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As if the case were his.

Des. O, that's an honest fellow.

But I will have my lord and you again
As friendly as you were.
Bounteous madam,
Whatever shall become of Michael Cassio,
He's never any thing but your true servant.

Des. O, sir, I thank you: You do love my lord.
You have known him long; and be you well assur'd,
He shall in strangeness stand no further off
Than in a politick distance.



Do not doubt,

Des. Do not doubt that; before Emilia here,
I give thee warrant of thy place: assure thee,
If I do vow a friendship, I'll perform it
To the last article: my lord shall never rest;
I'll watch him tame, and talk him out of patience;
His bed shall seem a school, his board a shrift;
I'll intermingle every thing he does
With Cassio's suit: Therefore be merry, Cassio;
For thy solicitor shall rather die,
Than give thy cause away.

Enter OTHELLO and IAGO, at a distance.
Madam, here comes

Madam, I'll take my leave.

Why, stay,

And hear me speak.

Cas. Madam, not now; I am very ill at ease, Unfit for mine own purposes.


Do your discretion.

Well, well,
Ha! I like not that.
Oth. What dost thou say?
Iago. Nothing, my lord: or if-I know not what.
Oth. Was not that Cassio, parted from my wife?
Iago. Cassio, my lord? No, sure, I cannot think it,
That he would steal away so guilty-like,
Seeing you coming.

I do believe 'twas he.
Des. How now, my lord?

I have been talking with a suitor here,

A man that languishes in your displeasure.
Oth. Who is't you mean?

Des. Why, your lieutenant Cassio. Good my lord,
If I have any grace, or power to move you,
His present reconciliation take;

For, if he be not one that truly loves you,
That errs in ignorance, and not in cunning,
I have no judgment in an honest face:
I pr'ythee, call him back.

Went he hence now?
Des. Ay, sooth; so humbled,
That he hath left part of his grief with me;
Good love, call him back.
I suffer with him.

Oth. Not now, sweet Desdemona; some other time.

Des. But shall't be shortly?
The sooner, sweet, for you.
Des. Shall't be to-night at supper?
Des. To-morrow dinner then?

No, not to-night.

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I meet the captains at the citadel.
Des. Why then, to-morrow night; or Tuesday


Or Tuesday noon, or night; or Wednesday morn;—
I pray thee, name the time; but let it not
Exceed three days: in faith he's penitent;
And yet his trespass in our common reason,
(Save that, they say, the wars must make examples
Out of their best,) is not almost a fault

To incur a private check: When shall he come?
Tell me, Othello. I wonder in my soul,
What you could ask
me, that I should deny,
Or stand so mammering on. What! Michael Cassio,
That came a wooing with you; and many a time,
When I have spoke of you dispraisingly,
Hath ta'en your part; to have so much to do
To bring him in! Trust me, I could do much,
Oth. Pr'ythee, no more: let him come when he

I will deny thee nothing.

Why, this is not a boon;
'Tis as I should entreat you wear your gloves,
Or feed on nourishing dishes, or keep you warm ;
Or sue to you to do peculiar profit
To your own person: Nay, when I have a suit,
Wherein I mean to touch your love indeed,
It shall be full of poize and difficulty,

And fearful to be granted.




I shall not dine at home; | When Cassio left my wife; What did'st not like?
And, when I told thee - he was of my counsel
In my whole course of wooing, thou cry'dst, Indeed?
And did'st contract and purse thy brow together,
As if thou then had'st shut up in thy brain
Some horrible conceit: If thou dost love me,
Show me thy thought.


Iago. My lord, you know I love you.
I think thou dost
And, for I know thou art full of love and honesty,
And weigh'st thy words before thou giv'st them

I will deny thee nothing:
Whereon, I do beseech thee, grant me this
To leave me but a little to myself.

Des. Shall I deny you? no: Farewell, my lord.-
Oth. Farewell, my Desdemona: I will come
thee straight.
Des. Emilia, come:- Be it as your fancies teach
you ;

Whate'er you be, I am obedient.

Iago. My noble lord,

[Exit, with EMILIA. Oth. Excellent wretch! Perdition catch my soul, But I do love thee! and when I love thee not, Chaos is come again.

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What dost thou say, Iago?
Lago. Did Michael Cassio, when you woo'd my
Know of your love?

Why of thy thought, Iago?
Iago. I did not think, he had been acquainted
with her.

Oth. O, yes; and went between us very oft.
Iago. Indeed?

Oth. Indeed! ay, indeed :-Discern'st thou aught
in that?
Is he not honest?

Honest, my lord?

Iago. My lord, for aught I know.
Oth. What dost thou think?

thing: I heard thee say but now,

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By heaven, he echoes me,

As if there were some monster in his thought

Too hideous to be shown. Thou dost mean some

Thou lik'dst not that,

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Iago. Good my lord, pardon me; Though I am bound to every act of duty, I am not bound to that all slaves are free, too, toUtter my thoughts? Why, say, they are vile and false,

Oth. He did, from first to last: Why dost thou | Shapes faults that are not,


Iago. But for a satisfaction of my thought; No further harm.

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For Michael Cassio,

I dare be sworn, I think that he is honest.
Oth. I think so too.
Men should be what they seem ;
Or, those that be not, 'would they might seem none !
Oth. Certain, men should be what they seem.
Why then,

I think, that Cassio is an honest man.

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Oth. Nay, yet there's more in this:


pray thee, speak to me as to thy thinkings,

As thou dost ruminate and give thy worst of


The worst of words.

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As where's that palace, whereunto foul things
Sometimes intrude not? who has a breast so pure,
But some uncleanly apprehensions

Keep leets, and law-days, and in session sit
With meditations lawful?

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What dost thou mean? Iago. Good name, in man, and woman, dear my lord,

Is the immediate jewel of their souls:

Who steals my purse, steals trash 'tis something,

'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands;
But he, that filches from me my good name,
Robs me of that, which not enriches him,
And makes me poor indeed.

Oth. By heaven, I'll know thy thought.
Iago. You cannot, if my heart were in your hand;
Nor shall not, whilst 'tis in my custody.
Oth. Ha!

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Who dotes, yet doubts; suspects, yet strongly loves!
Oth. O misery!

lago. Poor, and content, is rich, and rich enough ;
But riches, fineless, is as poor as winter,
To him that ever fears he shall be poor: --
Good heaven, the souls of all my tribe defend
From jealousy!


To show the love and duty that 1 bear you
With franker spirit: therefore, as I am bound,
Receive it from me: - - I speak not yet of proof.
Look to your wife; observe her well with Cassio;
Wear your eye
- thus, not jealous, north
I would not have your free and noble nature,
Out of self-bounty, be abus'd; look to't:
I know our country disposition well;

In Venice they do let heaven see the pranks
They dare not show their husbands; their best con-

Is - not to leave undone, but keep unknown.
Oth. Dost thou say so?

Iago. She did deceive her father, marrying you;
And, when she seem'd to shake, and fear your looks,
She lov'd them most.

And so she did.


Why! why is this?
Think'st thou, I'd make a life of jealousy,
To follow still the changes of the moon
With fresh suspicions? No: to be once in doubt,
Is -once to be resolv'd: Exchange me for a goat,
When I shall turn the business of my soul
To such exsufficate, and blown surmises,"
Matching thy inference. 'Tis not to make me


To say
my wife is fair, feeds well, loves company,
Is free of speech, sings, plays, and dances well;
Where virtue is, these are more virtuous :
Nor from mine own weak merits will I draw
The smallest fear, or doubt of her revolt;
For she had eyes, and chose me: No, Iago;
I'll see, before I doubt; when I doubt, prove;
And, on the proof, there is no more but this, -
Away at once with love, or jealousy.

Iago. I am glad of this; for now I shall have (For, sure, he fills up with great ability,)


Yet, if you please to hold him off awhile,
You shall by that perceive him and his means:
Note, if your lady strain his entertainment
With any strong or vehement importunity;
Much will be seen in that. In the mean time,
Let me be thought too busy in my fears,
(As worthy cause I have, to fear I am,)
And hold her free, I do beseech your honour.


Why, go to, then ;
She that so young, could give out such a seeming,
To seel her father's eyes up, close as oak,
He thought, 'twas witchcraft: -But I am much to
I humbly do beseech you of your pardon,
For too much loving you.

I am bound to thee for ever.
Jago. I see, this hath a little dash'd your spirits.
Oth. Not a jot, not a jot.
Trust me,
I fear it has.
I hope, you will consider, what is spoke
Comes from my love: - But, I do see you are

I am to pray you, not to strain my speech
To grosser issues, nor to larger reach,
Than to suspicion.

Oth. I will not.



No, not much mov'd :I do not think but Desdeinona's honest.

Iago. Long live she so and long live you to think so!

Should you do so, my lord,
My speech should fall into such vile success
As my thoughts aim not at. Cassio's my worthy

friend :-
My lord, I see you are mov'd.
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And yet, how nature erring from itself, -
Ay, there's the point: As, to be bold
with you,

Not to affect many proposed matches,
Of her own clime, complexion, and degree;
Whereto, we see, in all things nature tends:
Foh! one may smell, in such, a will most rank,
Foul disproportion, thoughts unnatural.
But, pardon me; I do not in position,
Distinctly speak of her: though I may fear,
Her will, recoiling to her better judgment,
May fall to match you with her country forms,
And (happily) repent.



Farewell, farewell :
If more thou dost perceive, let me know more;
Set on thy wife to observe: Leave me, Iago.
Iago. My lord, I take my leave.
This honest creature,

Oth. Why did I marry?


Sees and knows more, much more, than he unfolds. Jago. My lord, I would, I might entreat your honour

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To scan this thing no further; leave it to time:
And though be fit that Cassio have his place,

Oth. Fear not my government.
Iago. I once more take my leave.


Oth. This fellow's of exceeding honesty,
And knows all qualities, with a learned spirit,
Of human dealings:If I do prove her haggard,
Though that her jesses were my dear heart-strings,
I'd whistle her off, and let her down the wind,
To prey at fortune. Haply, for I am black;
And have not those soft parts of conversation
That chamberers have: Or, for I am declin'd
Into the vale of years;
yet that's not much; -
She's gone; I am abus'd; and my relief
Must be to loath her. O curse of marriage,
That we can call these delicate creatures ours,
And not their appetites! I had rather be a toad,
And live upon the vapour of a dungeon,
Than keep a corner in the thing I love,


For others uses. Yet 'tis the plague of great ones;
Prerogativ'd are they less than the base;
'Tis destiny unshunnable, like death;
Even then this forked plague is fated to us,
When we do quicken. Desdemona comes :

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If she be false, O, then heaven mocks itself! -
I'll not believe it.

How now, my dear Othello?
Your dinner, and the generous islanders
By you invited, do attend your presence.
Oth. I am to blame.

Des. Why is your speech so faint? are you not


Oth. I have a pain upon my forehead here.
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Des. Faith, that's with watching; 'twill away again.

Let me but bind it hard, within this hour
It will be well.


Your napkin is too little;

[He puts the handkerchief from him, and it drops. Let it alone. Come, I'll go in with you. Des. I am very sorry that you are not well. [Exeunt ОTH. and Des. Emil. I am glad I have found this napkin; This was her first remembrance from the Moor: My wayward husband hath a hundred times Woo'd me to steal it but she so loves the token, (For he conjur'd her, she would ever keep it,) That she reserves it evermore about her,


To kiss, and talk to. I'll have the work ta'en out,
And give it lago;

What he'll do with it, heaven knows, not I;
I nothing, but to please his fantasy.

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Iago. Be not you known of't; I have use for it. Go, leave me. [Exit EMILIA. I will in Cassio's lodging lose this napkin, And let him find it: Trifles, light as air, Are, to the jealous, confirmations strong As proofs of holy writ. This may do something. The Moor already changes with my poison: Dangerous conceits are, in their natures, poisons, Which, at the first, are scarce found to distaste; But, with a little act upon the blood, Burn like the mines of sulphur.-I did say so:

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Enter OTHELlo.


Look, where he comes! Not poppy, nor mandragora,
Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world,
Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep

Which thou ow'dst yesterday.

Ha ha! false to me?

Oth. To me? Iago. Why, how now, general? no more of that. Oth. Avaunt! be gone! thou hast set me on the rack: I swear, 'tis better to be much abus'd, Than but to know't a little.



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Iago. How now, my lord? Oth. What sense had I of her stolen hours of lust? I saw it not, thought it not, it harm'd not me: I slept the next night well, was free and merry; I found not Cassio's kisses on her lips:

He that is robb'd, not wanting what is stolen,
Let him not know it, and he's not robb'd at all.
Iago. I am sorry to hear this.

Oth. I had been happy, if the general camp,
Pioneers and all, had tasted her sweet body,
So I had nothing known: O now,
for ever,
Farewell the tranquil mind! farewell content!
Farewell the plumed troop, and the big wars,
That make ambition virtue! O, farewell!
Farewell the neighing steed, and the shrill trump,
The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife,
The royal banner; and all quality,

Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war! And O you mortal engines, whose rude throats The immortal Jove's dread clamours counterfeit, Farewell! Othello's occupation's gone!

My lord,

Iago. Is it possible? Oth. Villain, be sure thou prove my love a whore; Be sure of it; give me the ocular proof;

[Taking him by the throat. Or, by the worth of mine eternal soul, Thou hadst been better have been born a dog, Than answer my wak'd wrath.


Is it come to this? Oth. Make me to see it; or (at the least) so prove it, That the probation bear no hinge, nor loop, To hang a doubt on: or, woe upon thy life! Iago. My noble lord,

Oth. If thou dost slander her, and torture me, Never pray more: abandon all remorse; On horror's head horrors accumulate:

Do deeds to make heaven weep, all earth amaz'd,
For nothing canst thou to damnation add,
Greater than that.

iago. O grace! O heaven defend me! Are you a man? have you a soul, or sense? God be wi' you; take mine office. -O wretched fool, That liv'st to make thine honesty a vice! O monstrous world! Take note, take note, O world, To be direct and honest, is not safe.

I thank you for this profit; and, from hence,
I'll love no friend, since love breeds such offence.
Oth. Nay, stay: — Thou should'st be honest.
Iago. I should be wise; for honesty's a fool,
And loses that it works for.

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Iago. I see, sir, you are eaten up with passion:

I do repent me, that I put it to you.
You would be satisfied?

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More than their own! What then? how then?
What shall I say? Where's satisfaction?
It is impossible, you should see this,
Were they as prime as goats, as hot as monkeys,
As salt as wolves in pride, and fools as gross
As ignorance made drunk. But yet, I say,
If imputation, and strong circumstances,
Which lead directly to the door of truth, ·
Will give you satisfaction, you may have it.
Oth. Give me a living reason she's disloyal. /
Iago. I do not like the office :

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But, sith I am enter'd in this cause so far,
Prick'd to it by foolish honesty and love,
I will go on. I day with Cassio lately;
And, being troubled with a raging tooth,
I could not sleep.

There are a kind of men so loose of soul,
That in their sleeps will mutter their affairs;
One of this kind is Cassio:

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In sleep I heard him say, Sweet Desdemona,
Let us be wary, let us hide our loves!
And then, sir, would he gripe, and wring my hand,
Cry, 0, sweet creature! and then kiss me hard,
As if he pluck'd up kisses by the roots,
That grew upon my lips: then laid his leg
Over my thigh, and sigh'd, and kiss'd; and then
Cry'd, Cursed fate! that gave thee to the Moor!
Oth. O monstrous! monstrous!
Nay, this was but his dream.
Oth. But this denoted a foregone conclusion;
'Tis a shrewd doubt, though it be but a dream.
Iago. And this may help to thicken other proofs,
That do demonstrate thinly.

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I'll tear her all to pieces. Jago. Nay, but be wise: yet we see nothing done; She may be honest yet. Tell me but this, · Have you not sometimes seen a handkerchief, Spotted with strawberries, in your wife's hand?

Oth. I gave her such a one; 'twas my first gift. Iago. I know not that: but such a handkerchief, (I am sure it was your wife's,) did I to-day See Cassio wipe his beard with.

If it be that,
Iago. If it be that, or any that was her's,
It speaks against her, with the other proofs.

Oth. O, that the slave had forty thousand lives;
One is too poor, too weak for my revenge!
Now do I see 'tis true. Look here, Iago;
All my fond love thus I do blow to heaven:
'Tis gone.

Arise, black vengeance, from thy hollow cell!
Yield up, O love, thy crown, and hearted throne,
To tyrannous hate! swell, bosom, with thy fraught,
For 'tis of aspicks' tongues!

Iago. Pray, be content.
O, blood, Iago, blood!
Iago. Patience, I say; your mind, perhaps, may
Oth. Never, Iago.

Like to the Pontick sea,
Whose icy current and compulsive course
Ne'er feels retiring ebb, but keeps due on
To the Propontick, and the Hellespont;
Even so my bloody thoughts, with violent pace,
Shall ne'er look back, ne'er ebb to humble love,
Till that a capable and wide revenge
Swallow them up. - Now, by yond' marble heaven,
In the due reverence of a sacred vow


I here engage my words.

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Enter DESDEMONA, EMILIA, and Clown.

Des. Do you know, sirrah, where lieutenant Cassio lies?

Clo. I dare not say, he lies any where.
Des. Why, man?

Clo. He is a soldier; and for me to say a soldier lies, is stabbing. {}

Des. Go to; Where lodges he?

Clo. To tell you where he lodges, is to tell you where I lie.

Des. Can any thing be made of this?

Clo. I know not where he lodges; and for me to devise a lodging, and say he lies here, or he lies there, were to lie in my own throat.

Des. Can you enquire him out, and be edified by report?

Clo. I will catechize the world for him; that is, make questions, and by them answer.

Des. Seek him, bid him come hither; tell him, I have moved my lord in his behalf, and hope, all will be well.

Clo. To do this, is within the compass of man's wit; and therefore I will attempt the doing it. [Exit. Des. Where should I lose that handkerchief, Emilia?

Emil. I know not, madam.

Believe me, I had rather have lost my


Full of crusadoes. And, but my noble Moor
Is true of mind, and made of no such baseness
As jealous creatures are, it were enough

To put him to ill thinking.

Emil. Is he not jealous? Des. Who, he? I think, the sun, where he was born, Drew all such humours from him.

Emil. Look, where he comes. Des. I will not leave him now, till Cassio Be call'd to him. - How is't with you, my lord? Enter OTHELLO.

Oth. Well, my good lady;-[Aside.] O, hardness to dissemble !. How do you, Desdemona? Des. Well, my good lord. 3 P 2

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