The Works of Shakespear

Dramatis Perfonæ.

DUKE of Venice.

Brabantio, a noble Venetian.

Gratiano, Brother to Brabantio.

Lodovico, Kinfman to Brabantio and Gratiano.

Othello, the Moor, General for the Venetians in Cyprus.
Caffio, his Lieutenant-General.

Jago, Standard-bearer to Othello.

Rodorigo, a foolish Gentleman, in love with Defdemona.

Montano, the Moor's Predeceffor in the Government of Cyprus.
Clown, Servant to the Moor.

Herald.

Desdemona, Daughter to Brabantio, and Wife to Othello.

Emilia, Wife to Jago.

Bianca, Curtezan, Miftrefs to Caffio.

Officers, Gentlemen, Meffengers, Muficians, and Attendants. ADINA 10 00 M

SCENE for the First Act in Venice; during the rest of the Play in Cyprus.

The Story is taken from Cynthio's Novels.

OTHELLO,

OTHELLO, the Moor of VENICE.

ACT I. SCENE I

VENICE.

Enter Rodorigo and Jago.

RODORIG O.

EVER tell me, I take it much unkindly,
That thou, Jago, who haft had my purse,
As if the ftrings were thine, fhouldst know of
this.

Jago. But you'll not hear me.

If ever I did dream of fuch a matter, abhor me,
Rod. Thou told'ft me, thou didst hold him in thy hate.
Jago. Despise me

If I do not. Three great ones of the city,
In perfonal fuit to make me his lieutenant,
Oft' capt to him: and by the faith of man
I know my price, I'm worth no worse a place.
But he, as loving his own pride and purposes,
Evades them with a bumbaft circumstance,
Horribly stuft with epithets of war;
And in conclufion,

Non-fuits my mediators; Certes fays he,

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Who trimm'd in forms and visages of duty,
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But seeming fo, for my peculiar endant capa and mony lo‚ì buA
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In compliment extern, 'tis not long after its
But I will wear my heart upon my fleeve,um
For daws to peck at; I'm not what I'feem. or

If he can carry her thus?

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Jago. Call up her father, Roufe him, make after him, Proclaim him in the freets, And tho' he in a fertile climate dwell, he me anos fiaj voz ni 1 ti Plague him with flies: tho' that his joy be joyyout sci svoi ol Yet throw fuch changes of vexation on't,et son blow I bost As it may lose fome colour. bwoy inuinoa 12 0 agen

Rod. Here is her father's houfe, I'll call aloud.oonid wallet a Jago. Do, with like timorous accents and dire yellonnes W As when, by night and negligence, the fireonial plus ad sonas. Is fpied in populous cities. gadoonɔ-39nd boc astub & yashas Rod. What ho! Brabantio! Sigdior Brabantio! hob in Jago, Awake! what ho! Brabantio! ho! thieves, thieves !}/ to your houfe, your daughter, and your bags on 101 Thieves! SCENE

thieves!

SCENE II

Enter Brabantio above, at a window.

galwords bu Bra. What is the reason of this terrible summons? svin's Hos What is the matter there?

Rod. Signior, is all your family within?.

Jago. Are all doors lock'd?

Bra. Why? wherefore ask you this?how 1 qoo1 od: 1 st
Jago. Zounds! Sir, you're robb'd: for fhame put on your gown,
Your heart is burst,, you have lost half your foul;
Ev'n now, ev'n very now, an old black ram
Is tupping your white ewe...Arife, arife, Saw
Awake the fnorting citizens with the bell,

Or else the devil will make a grandfire of you.
Arise I say.

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Bra. What, have you loft your wits?