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OTHELLO, THE MOOR OF VENICE.
Duke of Venice,
Desdemona, daughter to Brabantio, and wife to Gratiano, brother to Brabantio.
Othello. Lodovico, kinsman to Brabantio.
Emilia, wife lo lago.
Bianca, a courtezan, mistress to Cassio.
Officers, Gentlemen, Messengers, Musicians, SaiRoderigo, a Venetian gentleman.
lors, Attendants, fc. Montano, Othello's predecessor in the government of Cyprus.
Scene, for the first Act, in Venice; during the rest Clown, serrani to Othello.
of the play, ai a sea-port in Cyprus.
And I, (God bless the mark!) his Moorship's an
cient. SCENE 1.–Venice. A street. Enter Roderigo
Rod. By heaven I rather would have beer his and lago.
hangman. Iago. But there's no remedy, 'tis the curse of
Preserment goes by letter, and affection, TUSH, never tell me, I take it much unkindly, Not by the old gradation, where each second That thou, lago,-who hast had my purse,
Stood heir to the first. Now, sir, be judge youself, As if the strings were thine,-should'st know of this. Whether I in any just term am aslin'dř
Tago., 'Sblood, but you will not hear me: To love the Moor.
I would not follow him then,
lago(), sir, content you; Rod. Thou told'st me, thou didst hold him in thy I follow him to serve my turn upon him: hate.
We cannot all be masters, nor all masters lago. Despise me, if I do not. Three great ones Cannot be truly follow’d.' You shall mark of the city,
Many a duteous and knee-crooking knave, In personal suit to make me his lieutenant, That, doting on his own obsequious bondage, of capp'd' to him ;-and, by the faith of man,
Wears out his time, much like his master's ass, I know my price, l'am worth no worse a place: For nought but provender; and, when he's old, But he, as loving his own pride and purposes,
cashier'd; Evades them, with a bombast circumstance, Whip me such honest knaves: Others there are, Horribly stuff'd with epithets of war;
Who, trimm'd in forms and visages of duty, And, in conclusion, nonsuits
Keep yet their hearts attending on themselves; My mediators; for, certes, says he,
And, throwing but shows of service or their lords, I have already chose my officer.
Do well thrive by them, and, when they have lin'd And what was he?
their coats, Forsooth, a great arithmetician,
Do themselves homage: these fellows have some One Michael Cassio, a Florentine,
soul; A fellow almost damn'd in a fair wise;
And such a one do I profess myself. That never set a squadron in the field,
For, sir, Nor the division of a battle knows
It is as sure as you are Roderigo, More than a spinster ; unless the bookish theoric, Were I the Moor, I would not
be Iago: Wherein the toged consulse can propose
In following him, I follow but mysell; As masterly as he: mere prattle, without practice, Heaven is my judge, not I for love and duty, is all his soldiership. But he, sir, had the election: Rut seeming
so, for my peculiar end : And 1,--of whom his eyes had seen the proof,
For when my outward action doth demonstrate At Rhodes, at Cyprus; and on other grounds The native act and figure of my heart Christian and heathen,-must be be-lee'd and calm'd in compliment extern, 'tis not long after By debitor, and creditor, this counter-caster :' But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve He, in good time, must his lieutenant be, For daws to peck at: I am not what I am. (1) Saluted.
(5) Theory. (6) Rulers of the state. (2) Circumlocution. (3) Certainly:
17) It was anciently the practice to reckon up (4) For wife some read'life, supposing it to al-Isums with counters. Jude to the denunciation in the Gospel, wo unto you (8) Related. when all men shall speak well of you,
(9) Outward show of civility,
Rod. What a full fortune does the thick lips owe,' Iago.
You are ma senati. If he can carry't thus !
Bra. This thou shalt answer: I know thcę, lago.
Call up her father, Roderigo. Rouse him: make after him, poison his delight, Rod. Sir, I will answer any thing. But I bsProclaim him in the streets; incense her kinsmen,
seech you, And, though he in a fertile climate dwell,
Ir't be your pleasure, and most wise consent Plague him with flies : though that his joy be joy, (As partly, I find, it is,) that your fair daughter, Yet throw such chances of vexation on't,
Àt this odd-evens and dull watch o'the night, As it may lose some colour.
Transported—with no worse nor better guard, Rou. Here is her father's house ; I'll call aloud. But with a knave of common hire, a gondolier, lago. Do; with like timorous accent, and dire To the gross clasps of a lascivious Moor,yell,
If this be known io you, and your allowance, As when, by night and negligence, the fire
We then have done you bold and saucy wrongs; Is spied in populous cities.
But, if you know not this, my manners tell me, Rod. What, ho! Brabantio ! signior Brabantio, We have your wrong rebuke. Do not believe, ho!
That, from the sense of all civility, Iago. Awake! what, ho! Brabantio ! thieves ! I thus would play and trifle with your reverence: thieves ! thieves!
Your daughter,--if you have not given her leareLook to your house, your daughter, and your bags! I say again, hath made a gross revolt; Thieves! thieves !
Tying her duty, beauty, wit, and fortunes,
In an extravagants and wheeling stranger,
OC here and every where : Straight satisfy yoursek: Bra. What is the reason of this terrible sum- If she be in her chamber, or your house, mons ?
Let loose on me the justice of the state What is the matter there?
For thus deluding you. Rod. Signior, is all your family within ?
Strike on the tinder ho! Iago. 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, lago. Zounds, sir, you are robb’d; for shame, Belief of it oppressses me already put on your gown:
Light, I say! light!
[Erit from aict. Your heart is burst, you have lost half your soul ; Tago.
Farewell; for I must leave yee: 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, 1 do know, the state,Or else the devil will make a grandsire of you : However this may gall him with some checkArise, I say.
Cannot with safety cast?him; for he's embarkii 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 voice?
souls, Bra. Not I; What are you ?
Another of his fathom they have not, Rod. My name is-Roderigo.
To lead their business : in which regard, Bra.
The rvorse welcome: Though I do hate him as I do hell-pains, I have charg'd thee, not to haunt about my doors : Yet, for necessity of present life, In honest plainness thou hast heard me say, I must show out a flag and sign of love, My daughter is not for thee; and now, in madness, Which is indeed but sign. That you shall surely Being full of supper, and distempering' draughts,
find him, Upon malicious bravery, dost thou come
Lead to the Sagittary the rais'd search; To start my quiet:
And there will I be with him. So, farewell. (Ez. Rod. Sir, sir, sir, sir, Bra.
But thou must needs be sure, Enler below, Brabantio, and Serrants, with forcies. My spirit, and my place, have in them power Bra. It is too true an evil: gone she is ; To make this bitter to thee.
And what's to come of my despised time, is Rod.
Patience, good sir. Is nought but bitterness.- Now, Roderiyo, Bra. What tellist thou me of robbing ? this is Where didst thou see her ?-0, unhappy girl! Venice;
With the Moor, say'st thou ?-Who would be My house is not a grange.*
Most grave Brabantio, How didst thou know 'twas she? O, thou deceir's In simple and pure soul I come to you.
lago. Zounds, sir, you are one of those, that will Past thought! What said she to you ?-Get more not serve God, if the devil bid you. Because we
tapers ; come to do you service, you think we are ruffians: Raise all my kindred, — Are they married think you! You'll have your daughter covered with a Barbary Rod. Truly, I think, they are. horse ; you'll have your nephews neigh to you: Bra. O heaven!-How got she out!-O trespon you'll have coursers for cousins, and gennets for of the blood !germans.
Fathers, from hence trust not your daughters' minds Bra. What profane wretch art thou?
By what you see them act.- Are there not charts, lago. I am one, sir, that comes to tell you, your By which the property of youth and maidhood daughter and the Moor are now making the beast May be abus'd ? Have you not read, Roderigg, with two backs.
or some such thing? Bra. Thou art a villain.
Yes, gir; I have indeed. (1) Own, possess.
(7) A waterman. (2) i. e. Is broken. (3) Intoxicating. (8) Approbation. 14) A lone farm-house. (5) Relations, (9) Wandering. (10) Dismiss, (11) Old agt.
Bra. Call up my brother.--0, that you had had When, being not at your lodging to be found,
The senate hath sent about three several quests,
'Tis well I am found by you.
[Erit. Bra. Pray you, lead on. At every house I'll call; Cas.
Ancient, what makes he here?
(Exeunt. Cas, I do not understand.
lago. Marry, tomCome, captain, will you go? Yet do I hold it very stuff o'the conscience,
Have with you.
Cas. Here comes another troop to seek for you.
with torches and weapons.
Nay, but he prated, Jago. It is Brabantio :-general, be advis'd;
He comes to bad intent.
Hola! stand there!
Rod. Signior, it is the Moor.
Down with him, thief! Are you fast married ? for, be sure of this,
[They draw on both sides. That the magnifico' is much beloved ;
Jago. You, Roderigo! come, sir, I am for you. And hath, in his effect, a voice potential
Olh. Keep up you, bright swords, for the dew As double as the duke's: he will divorce you;
will rust them.-Or put upon you what restraint and grievance
Good signior, you shall more command with years,
Than with your weapons.
Bra. O thou foul thief, where hast thou stow'd
my daughter ?
Damn'd as thou art, thou hast enchanted her:
Whether a maid--so tender, fair, and happy;
Would ever have, to incur a general mock,
Run from her guardage to the sooty bosom
Of such a thing as thou: to fear, not to delight.'
Judge me the world, if 'is not gross in sense, For the sea's worth. But, look! what lights come that thou hast praclis'd on her with foul charms, yonder ?
Abus'd her delicate youth with drugs, or minerals, Enter Cassio, at a distance, and certain Officers' 'Tis probable, and palpable to thinking.
That waken motion: I'll have it disputed on;
I therefore apprehend and do attach thee,
Orarts inhibited and out of warrant:-
Not I: I must be found; Lay hold upon him ; if he do resist,
Subdue him at his peril.
Hold your hands, lago. By Janus, I think no.
Both you of my inclining, and the rest :
To answer this your charge ?
To prison': till fit time
Call thee to answer.
What if I do obey ?
Whose messengers are here about my side,
Upon some present business of the state,
| To bring me to him?
'Tis true, most worthy signiur, hre at the duke's already : You have been hotly The duke's in council; and your noble sell,
I am sure, is sent for.
(6) Following (7) Searchern,
(9) To terrify, not delight.
How! the duke in council!! 1 Sen. Here comes Brabantio, and the valiant
Enter Brabantio, Othello, lago, Roderigo, and
Officers. For is such actions may have passage free,
Duke. Valiant Othello, we must straight employ Bond-slaves, and pagans,' shall our statesmen be.
[Exeunt. Against the general enemy Ottoman. SCE.VE III.- The same.
A council-chamber. I did not see you; welcome, gentle signior ; The Duke, and Senators, silling at a table; Of- We lack'd your counsel and your help to-night.
(To Brabantia. ficers attending. Duke. There is no composition” in these news,
Bra. So did I yours : Good your grace, pardon
ine ; That gives them credit.
Neither my place, nor aught I heard of business, Sen. Indeed, they are disproportion'd; Hath rais d ine from my bed; nor doth the general My letters say, a hundred and seven galloys.
Duke. And mine, a hundred and forty. Take hold on me; for my particular grief 2 Sen.
And mine, two hundred : Is of so ílood-gate and o'erbearing nalure, 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 ost 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 ! Duke. Nay, it is possible enough to judgment; Sen.
Dead? I do not so secure me in the error,
Ay, to me;
She issbus'd, stoln from me and corrupted
By spells and medicines bought of mounlebanks :
Being not deficient, biind or lame of sense,
Sans witchcrall could not
Now? the business?
Dike. Whoe'er he be, that, in this foul pro Sail. The Turkish preparation makes for Rhodes; Hath thus beguild your daughter or hersell,
ceeding, So was I bid report here to the state, By signior Angelo.
And you of her, the bloody book of lawy Duhe. How say you by this change ?
You shall yourself read in the bitter letter, I Sen.
This cannot be,
Aruer your own sense ; yea, though our proper son By no assay of reason ; 'tis a pageant,
Stood in your action. To keep us in false gaze : When we consider
Humbly I thank your grace. The importancy of Cyprus to the Turk ;
Here is the man, this Moor ; whom now, it seelis, And let ourselves again but understand,
Your special mandate, for the state afiuirs, That, as it more concerns the Turk than Rhodes,
ilath hither brought. So may he with more facile question* bear it,
Duke of Sen.
We are very sorry for it. For that it stands not in such warlike brace,
Duke. What, in your own part, can you say to But altogether lacks the abilitics
this? That Rhodes is dress'd in :-if we make thought
Bra. Nothing but, this is so. of this,
Oth. Most potent, grave, and reverend signiors, We must not think, the Turk is so unskilsul,
My very noble and approved good masters, To leave that latest which concerns him first;
That I have ta'en away this old man's daughter Neglecting an attempt of ease and gain,
It is most true ; true, I have married her;
The very head and front of my otiending
Hath this extent, no more. Rude am I in my speech,
For since these arms of mine had seven years' pith,
Till now some nine moons wasted, they have us'd
More than pertains to feats of broil and battle ; 1 Sen. Av, so I thought :-How many, as you And therefore little shall I vrace my cause,
gness ? Ness. Of thirty sail: and now do they re-stcm
In speaking for myself: Yet, by your gracious pa
tience, Their backward course, bearing with frank ap- I will a round unvarnish'd tale deliver
pearance Their purposes towards Cyprus.-Signior Mostano,
of my whole course of love; what drugs, what
charms, Your iru-ty and most valiant servitor, With his fee duty recommends you thus,
What conjuration, and what mighty magic
(For such proceeding I am charged withal) And prays you to believe him.
I won his daughter with. Dike. 'Tis certain then for Cyprus.
A maiden never bold; Marcus Lucchese, is he not in town?
of spirit so still and quiet, that her motion I Sen. He's now in Florence.
Blush'd at herself; And she, in spite of nature, Duke. Write from us; wish him post-post-haste : Of
years, of country, credit
, every thing: -7. despatch.
To fall in love with what she fear'd to look on ?
It is a judgment maim'd, and most imperfect, (1) The pagans and bond-slaves of Africa. (2) Consistency. (3) Conjecture.
(6) Combat. (4) Easy dispute.
(5) State of defence. (8) Accusation.
That will confess-perfection so could err 'Twas pitiful, 'twas wondrous pitiful:
That heaven had made her such a man: she thank'd
I should but teach him how to tell my story,
And that would woo her. Upon this hint, I spake :
To vouch this, is no proof; She lov'd me for the dangers I had pass'd;
1 Sen. But, Othello, speak;
Enter Desdemona, lago, and Attendants.
Take up this mangled matter at the best;
Men do their broken weapons rather use
I pray you, hear her speak;
If she confess, that she was half the wooer,
Light on the man!--Come hither, gentle mistress;
Fetch Desdemona hither. Do you perceive in all this noble company,
My noble father,
I do perceive here a divided duty : 1 do confess the vices of my blood,
To you, I am bound for life, and education; So justly to your grave cars I'll present
My life, and education, both do learn me How I did thrive in this fair lady's love,
How to respect you; you are the lord of duty, And she in mine.
I am hitherto your daughter. But here's my hus Duke. Say it, Othello.
band: Oth. Her father lov'd me; oft invited me; And so much duty as my mother showd Still question'd me the story of my life,
To you, preferring you before her father, From year to year; the baitles, sieges, fortunes, So much I challenge that I may profess That I have pass'd.
Due to the Moor, my lord. I ran it through, even from my boyish days,
God be with you! I have done: To the very moment that he hade me tell it. Please it your grace, on to the state-affairs; Wherein I spoke of most disastrous chances, I had rather to adopt a'child, than get it.of moving accidents, by flood, and field ;
Come hither, Moor: or hair-breadth 'scapes i'the imminent deadly I here do give thee that with all my heart, breach;
Which, but thou hast already, with all my heart Of being taken by the insolent foe,
I would keep from thee-For your sake, jewel,
For thy escape would teach me tyranny,
To hang clogs on them.--I have done, my lord. Rc igh quarrjes, rocks, and hills whose heads touch Duke. Let me speak like yourself; and lay a heaven,
sentence, It was my hint to speak, such was the process; Which, as a grise, or step, may help these lovers And of the cannibals that each other eat,
Into your favour. The Anthropophagi, and men whose heads When remedies are past, the griefs are ended, Do grow beneath their shoulders. These things to By seeing the worst, which late on hopes depended. hear,
To mourn a mischief that is past and gone, Would Desdemona seriously incline:
Is the next way to draw new mischief on. But still the house-affairs would draw her thence; What cannot be preserv'd, when fortune takes, Which ever as she could with haste despatch, Paticnce her injury a mockery makes. She'd come again, and with a greedy ear The robb’d, that smiles, steals something from the Devour up my discourse: Which I observing,
thief; Took once a pliant hour; and found good means, He robs himself, that spends a bootless grief. To draw from her a prayer of earnest heart,
Bra. So let the Turk of Cyprus us beguile; That I would all my pilgrimage dilate,
Wc lose it not, so long as we can smile. Whereof by parcelsi she had something heard, He bears the sentence well, that nothing bears But not intentively;? I did consent ;
But the free comfort which from thence he hears: And often did beguile her tears,
But he bears both the sentence and the sorrow, When I did speak of some distressful strcķe,
That, to pay grief, must of poor patience borrow, my youth suffer'd. My story being done,' These sentences, to sugar, or to gall, She
gave me for my pains a world of sighs: Being strong on both sides, are equivocal : She swore -In fai
'twas strange, 'twas passing But words are words; I never yet did hear, surange ;
That the bruis'd heart was pierced through the ear.", (1) Open proof.
(2) Weak show. (7) Intention and attention were once synonymous, (3) The sign of the fictitious creature so called. lis) rise from degrees. (4) My behaviour.
(5) Caves and dens. 9) i. e. That the wounds of sorrow were ever (6) Parts,
cured by the words of consolation.