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fio. So shall you have a shorter journey to your desires, by the means I shall then bave to prefer them: and the impediments most profitably removed, without which there was no expectation of oar prosperity.

Rod. I will do this, if you can bring it to any opportunity.

lago. I warrant thee. Meet me by and by at the citadel. I must fetch his accellaries alhore. Fare.. wel. Rod. Adieu.

[Exit. Manet IAGO. lago. That Caffio loves her, I do well believe : That the loves him, 'tis apt, and of great

credit. The Moor, howbeit that I endure him not, Is of a constant, loving, noble nature; And, I dare think, he'll prove to Desdemona A most dear husband. Now I love her too. Not out of absolute luft, (though, peradventure, I stand accountant for as great a sin ;) But partly led to diet my revenge, For that I do suspect the lusty Moor Hath leapt into my feat. The thought whereof Doth, like a poisonous mineral, gnaw my inwards, And nothing can, or ihall, content my foul, Till I am evened with him, wife for wife : Or failing. so, yet that I put the Moor At least into a jealousy to strong, That judginent cainiot cure. (26) Which thing to If this


brach of Venice, whom I trace [do,


Which thing !o do,
If this poor trash of Venice, when I trace

For his quick burtig, land he putting on? A trilling infignificant fellow may, in some respects, very well be called sraja; but what consonance of metaphor is there betwiss

For his quick hunting, stand the putting only
I'll have our Michael Callio on the hip,
Abuse him to the Moor in the right garb;
(For I fear Cassio with my night-cap too);
Make the Moor thank me, love me, and reward me,
For making him egregiously an ass;
And practising upon his peace and quiet,
Even to madness. 'Tis here—but yet confused;
Knavery's plain face is never seen, 'till used. [Exit.

SCENE, the Street. Enter Herald with a Proclamation. Her. It is Othello's pleasure, our noble and va. liant General, that upon certain tidings now arrived importing the mere perdition of the Turkish fleet, every man put himself into triumph: some to dance, fome to make. bonefires, each man to what sport and revels his mind leads him. For, besides this beneficial news, it is the celebration of his nuptials.. 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. Bless the isle of Cyprus, and our noble General Othello!



trah and quick hunting, and standing the putting on ? The allufion to the chase Shakespeare seems to be fond of applying to Rodorigo, who says of himself towards the conclusion of this act;

I follow her in the chase, not like a hound that hunts, but one that fills

up I have a great. Tulpicion, therefore, that the Poet wrote;

If this poor brach of Venice ; which, we know, is a degenerate species of hound, and a itrm generally used in contempt: and this compleats and perfects the metaphorical allusion, and makes it much more kasirical:

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SCENE, the Caftle.

Oth. Good Michael, Icok you to the guard to-
Let's teach ourselves that honourble stop, [night:
Not to out-íport discretion.

Caf. Iago hath direction what !o do:
But, notwithitanding, with my personal eye
Will I look to't.
Oih. lago is most honest:

Michael, good-night. To-morrow, with your ear-
Let me have speech with you. Come, my dear love,
The purchase made, the fruits are to ensue ;
That profit's yet to come 'tween me and you.
Good-night. [Exeunt Othello and Desdemona.

Enter IAGO.
Caf. Welcome, Iago; we must to the Watch.

lago. Not this hour, Lieutenant: 'tis not yet ten o' th'clock. Our Generalcast us thus early for the love of his Desdemona : whom let us not therefore blame: he hath not yet made wanton the night with her: and she is sport for Jove.

Cal. She's a most exquisite lady.
lago. And I'll warrant her, full of game.

Caf. Indeed, the's a most fresh and delicate creature.

lago. What an eye she has ! methinks it sou ds a pariey to provocation.

Caf. An inviting eye; and yet, methinls, right modest.

laga. And when she speaks, is it not an alarum to love?

Caf. She is indeed, perfection..

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 the black Othello.

Caf. Not to-night, good lago; I have very poor and unhappy brains for drinking. I could well wish, courtesy would invent fome other custom of entertainment.

lago. Oh, they are our friends: but one cup; I'l}: drink for you.

Caf. I have drunk but one cup to-night, and that was crasiily qualified too: and, behold, what inno-'vation it makes here. I am unfortunate in the infirmity, and dare not talk my weakness with any


laga. What, man?' 'tis a night of revels, the galtants defire it.

Caf. Where are they?
lago. Here at the door; I pray you, call them inan
Caf. ln do’t; but it dislikes me.

[Exit Callie. logo. 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 fick fool, Rodorigo, Whom love hath turned almost the

wrong To Desdemona hath to-night carouzed Potations pottle deep; and he's to watch. Three lads of Cyprus, noble swelling spirits, (That hold their honours in a wary diltance, The very elements of this warlike ifle,) Have I to-night flustered with flowing cups, And they watch too. Now, 'mongst this flock of Am I to put our Cassio in some action [drunkards,

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If confequence do but approve my deem, (37)
My boat fails freely, both with wind and itream.

Enter CASSIO, MONTANO, and Gentlemen.
Caf. 'Fore Heaven, they have given me a route

Mlont. Good faith, a little one : not past a pint, as I am a soldier. lago. Some wine, ho!

[Iago fings.
« And let me the canakin clink, clink,
“ And let me the canakin clink.
“ A foldier's a man; oh, man's life's but a span;

Why, then let a soldier drink.”
Some wine, boys.

Caf. 'Fore Heaven, an excellent fong.

lago. I learned it in England : where, indeed, they are niost potent in potting. Your Dane, your German, and your fwag-bellied Hollander, Drink, ho! ---are nothing to your English.

Caf. Is your Englishman fo exqufite in his drinkig?

lago. 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.

Cal. To the health of our General.

Mont. I am for it, Lieutenant, and I'll do you justice.

(27) If confequence de but approve my dream,} All the printcd copies concur in this reading, but, I think, it does not come up to the Poet's intention; I rather imagine that he wrote,

If consequence do but approve my deem ; j. e. my opinion, the judgment I have formed of what muk happen. So in Troilus and Crefita ;

Cres. I true? how aow! what wicked deem is this?

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