Abuse him to the Moor in the rank garb- SCENE II.- A street. Enter a Herald with a proclamation; People following. Her. It is Othello's pleasure, our noble and valiant general, that, upon certain tidings now arrived, importing the mere perdition of the Turkish fleet, every man put himself into triumph; some to dance, some to make bonfires, each man to what sport and revels his addiction leads him: for, besides these beneficial news, it is the celebration of his nuptial. So much was his pleasure should be proclaimed. All offices are open, and there is full liberty of feasting from this present hour of five till the bell have told eleven. Heaven bless the isle of Cyprus and our noble general Othello! [Exeunt. SCENE III.- A hall in the castle. Enter Othello, Desdemona, Cassio, and Attendants. Oth. Good Michael, look you to the guard to-night: Let's teach ourselves that honourable stop, Not to outsport discretion. Cas. Iago hath direction what to do; Iago is most honest. Oth. The purchase made, the fruits are to ensue; [Exeunt Othello, Desdemona, and Attendants. Cas. Welcome, Iago; we must to the watch. Iago. Not this hour, lieutenant; 't is not yet ten o' the clock. Our general cast us thus early for the love of his Desdemona: who let us not therefore blame he hath not yet made wanton the night with her; and she is sport for Jove. Cas. She's a most exquisite lady. Iago. And, I'll warrant her, full of game. [ture. Cas. Indeed, she's a most fresh and delicate creaIago. What an eye she has! methinks it sounds a parley of provocation. [modest. Cas. An inviting eye; and yet methinks right Iago. And when she speaks, is it not an alarum Cas. She is indeed perfection. [to love? Iago. Well, happiness to their sheets! Come, lieutenant, I have a stoup of wine; and here without are a brace of Cyprus gallants that would fain have a measure to the health of black Othello. Cas. Not to-night, good Iago: I have very poor and unhappy brains for drinking: I could well wish courtesy would invent some other custom of entertainment. Iago. O, they are our friends; but one cup: I'll drink for you. Cas. I have drunk but one cup to-night, and that was craftily qualified too, and, behold, what innovation it makes here: I am unfortunate in the infirmity, and dare not task my weakness with any [Exit. Cas. I'll do 't; but it dislikes me. Iago. If I can fasten but one cup upon him, With that which he hath drunk to-night already, He'll be as full of quarrel and offence As my young mistress' dog. Now, my sick fool Whom love hath turn'd almost the wrong side out, Cas. 'Fore God, they have given me a rouse already. Mon. Good faith, a little one; not past a pint, as I am a soldier. Iago. Some wine, ho! [Sings] And let me the canakin clink, clink; And let me the canakin clink: A soldier 's a man; A life's but a span: Why, then, let a soldier drink. Some wine, boys! Cas. 'Fore God, an excellent song. Iago. I learned it in England, where, indeed, they are most potent in potting: your Dane, your German, and your swag-bellied Hollander-Drink, ho! — are nothing to your English. [ing? Cas. Is your Englishman so expert in his drinkIago. Why, he drinks you, with facility, your Dane dead drunk; he sweats not to overthrow your Almain; he gives your Hollander a vomit, ere the next pottle can be filled. [tice. Cas. To the health of our general! King Stephen was a worthy peer, His breeches cost him but a crown; And thou art but of low degree: 'Tis pride that pulls the country down; Then take thine auld cloak about thee. Some wine, ho! [other. Cas. Why, this is a more exquisite song than the Iago. Will you hear 't again? Cas. No: for I hold him to be unworthy of his place that does those things. Well, God's above all; and there be souls must be saved, and there be souls must not be saved. Iago. It's true, good lieutenant. Cas. For mine own part,-no offence to the general, nor any man of quality,-I hope to be saved. Iago. And so do I too, lieutenant. Cas. Ay, but, by your leave, not before me; the lieutenant is to be saved before the ancient. Let's have no more of this; let 's to our affairs.-Forgive us our sins! - Gentlemen, let's look to our business. Do not think, gentlemen, I am drunk: this is my ancient; this is my right hand, and this is my left: I am not drunk now; I can stand well enough, and speak well enough. All. Excellent well. Cas. Why, very well then; you must not think then that I am drunk. [Exit. Mon. To the platform, masters; come, let's set Iago. Here at the door; I pray you, call them in. the watch. Iago. You see this fellow that is gone before; The one as long as the other: 't is pity of him. Will shake this island. Mon. But is he often thus ? Iago. 'Tis evermore the prologue to his sleep: He'll watch the horologe a double set, If drink rock not his cradle. It were well Iago. [Aside to him] How now, Roderigo! It were an honest action to say Iago. Not I, for this fair island: I do love Cassio well; and would do much To cure him of this evil — But, hark! what noise? [Cry within: 'Help! help!' Re-enter Cassio, driving in Roderigo. Cas. You rogue! you rascal! Mon. What's the matter, lieutenant? Cas. A knave teach me my duty! I'll beat the knave into a twiggen bottle. Rod. Beat me! Cas. Mon. I pray you, sir, hold your hand. Cas. Or I'll knock you o'er the mazzard. Dost thou prate, rogue? [Striking Roderigo. Nay, good lieutenant; [Staying him. Let me go, sir, Come, come, you 're drunk. Cas. Drunk! [They fight. Iago. [Aside to Roderigo] Away, I say; go out, and cry a mutiny. [Exit Roderigo. Nay, good lieutenant,-alas, gentlemen; Help, ho!-Lieutenant,-sir.-Montano,-sir;— Help, masters!-Here's a goodly watch indeed! [Bell rings. Who's that which rings the bell?-Diablo, ho! The town will rise: God's will, lieutenant, hold! You will be shamed for ever. Re-enter Othello and Attendants. Oth. What is the matter here? Mon. 'Zounds, I bleed still; I am hurt to the death. [Faints. [gentlemen, Oth. Hold, for your lives! Iago. Hold, ho! Lieutenant,- sir,- Montano,Have you forgot all sense of place and duty? Hold! the general speaks to you; hold, hold, for shame! [this? Oth. Why, how now, ho! from whence ariseth Are we turn'd Turks, and to ourselves do that Which heaven hath forbid the Ottomites? For Christian shame, put by this barbarous brawl: He that stirs next to carve for his own rage Holds his soul light; he dies upon his motion. Silence that dreadful bell: it frights the isle From her propriety. What is the matter, masters? Honest Iago, that look'st dead with grieving, Speak, who began this? on thy love, I charge thee. Iago. I do not know: friends all but now, even In quarter, and in terms like bride and groom [now, Devesting them for bed; and then, but now - Oth. How comes it, Michael, you are thus forgot? Mon. Worthy Othello, I am hurt to danger: Your officer, Iago, can inform you, [me, While I spare speech, which something now offends Oth. Layo. Mon. If partially affined, or leagued in office, Thou dost deliver more or less than truth, Thou art no soldier. Touch me not so near: I had rather have this tongue cut from my mouth Than it should do offence to Michael Cassio; Yet, I persuade myself, to speak the truth Shall nothing wrong him. Thus it is, general. Montano and myself being in speech, There comes a fellow crying out for help; And Cassio following him with determined sword, To execute upon him. Sir, this gentleman Steps in to Cassio, and entreats his pause: Myself the crying fellow did pursue, Lest by his clamour-as it so fell outThe town might fall in fright: he, swift of foot, Outran my purpose; and I return'd the rather For that I heard the clink and fall of swords, And Cassio high in oath; which till to-night I ne'er might say before. When I came back — For this was brief-I found them close together, At blow and thrust; even as again they were When you yourself did part them. More of this matter cannot I report: But men are men; the best sometimes forget: Re-enter Desdemona, attended. What's the matter? Oth. All's well now, sweeting: come away to bed. Sir, for your hurts, myself will be your surgeon: Lead him off. [To Montano, who is led off. Iago, look with care about the town,' And silence those whom this vile brawl distracted. Come, Desdemona: 't is the soldiers' life To have their balmy slumbers waked with strife. [Exeunt all but Iago and Cassio. Iago. What, are you hurt, lieutenant? Cas. Ay, past all surgery. Iago. Marry, heaven forbid! Cas. Reputation, reputation, reputation! O, I have lost my reputation! I have lost the immortal part of myself, and what remains is bestial. My reputation, Iago, my reputation! Tago. As I am an honest man, I thought you had received some bodily wound; there is more sense in that than in reputation. Reputation is an idle and most false imposition: oft got without merit, and lost without deserving: you have lost no reputation at all, unless you repute yourself such a loser. What, man! there are ways to recover the general again: you are but now cast in his mood, a punishment more in policy than in malice; even so as one would beat his offer.celess dog to affright an imperious lion: sue to him again, and he 's yours. Cas. I will rather sue to be despised than to deceive so good a commander with so slight, so drunken, and so indiscreet an officer. Drunk? and speak parrot ? and squabble? swagger? swear? and discourse fustian with one's own shadow? O thou invisible spirit of wine, if thou hast no name to be known by, let us call thee devil! Iago. What was he that you followed with your sword? What had he done to you? Cas. I know not. Iago. Is 't possible? Cas. I remember a mass of things, but nothing distinctly; a quarrel, but nothing wherefore. Ŏ God, that men should put an enemy in their mouths to steal away their brains! that we should, with joy, pleasance, revel and applause, transform ourselves into beasts! Iago. Why, but you are now well enough: how came you thus recovered? Cas. It hath pleased the devil drunkenness to give place to the devil wrath: one unperfectness shows me another, to make me frankly despise myself. Tago. Come, you are too severe a moraler: as the time, the place, and the condition of this country stands, I could heartily wish this had not befallen; but, since it is as it is, mend it for your own good. Cas. I will ask him for my place again; he shall tell me I am a drunkard! Had I as many mouths as Hydra, such an answer would stop them all. To be now a sensible man, by and by a fool, and presently a beast! O strange! Every inordinate cup is unblessed and the ingredient is a devil. Iago. Come, come, good wine is a good familiar creature, if it be well used: exclaim no more against it. And, good lieutenant, I think you think I love you. Cas. I have well approved it, sir. I drunk! Iago. You or any man living may be drunk at a time, man. I'll tell you what you shall do. Our general's wife is now the general: I may say so in this respect, for that he hath devoted and given up himself to the contemplation, mark, and denote ment of her parts and graces: confess yourself freely to her; importune her help to put you in your place again: she is of so free, so kind, so apt, 732 so blessed a disposition, she holds it a vice in her goodness not to do more than she is requested: this broken joint between you and her husband entreat her to splinter; and, my fortunes against any lay worth naming, this crack of your love shall grow stronger than it was before. Cas. You advise me well. Iago. I protest, in the sincerity of love and honest kindness. Cas. I think it freely; and betimes in the morning I will beseech the virtuous Desdemona to undertake for me: I am desperate of my fortunes if they check me here. Lago. You are in the right. Good night, lieutenant; I must to the watch. Cas. Good night, honest Iago. [Exit. Iago. And what's he then that says I play the When this advice is free I give and honest, [villain? Probal to thinking and indeed the course To win the Moor again? For 't is most easy The inclining Desdemona to subdue In any honest suit: she's framed as fruitful As the free elements. And then for her To win the Moor- were 't to renounce his baptism, All seals and symbols of redeemed sin, His soul is so enfetter'd to her love, That she may make, unmake, do what she list, Even as her appetite shall play the god With his weak function. How am I then a villain To counsel Cassio to this parallel course, Directly to his good? Divinity of hell! When devils will the blackest sins put on, They do suggest at first with heavenly shows, As I do now: for whiles this honest fool Plies Desdemona to repair his fortunes And she for him pleads strongly to the Moor, I'll pour this pestilence into his ear, That she repeals him for her body's lust; And by how much she strives to do him good, She shall undo her credit with the Moor. So will I turn her virtue into pitch, And out of her own goodness make the net That shall enmesh them all. Re-enter Roderigo. How now, Roderigo! Rod. I do follow here in the chase, not like a hound that hunts, but one that fills up the cry. My money is almost spent; I have been to-night exceedingly well cudgelled; and I think the issue will be, I shall have so much experience for my pains, and so, with no money at all and a little more wit, return again to Venice. Lago. How poor are they that have not patience! And wit depends on dilatory time. Myself the while to draw the Moor apart, [Excil |