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TUSH, never tell me, I take it much unkindly,
That thou, Iago,-who hast had my purse,
As if the strings were thine,-should'st know of this.
Iago. 'Sblood, but you will not hear me :-
If ever I did dream of such a matter,

Abhor me.

Rod. Thou told'st me, thou didst hold him in thy hate.

Iago. Despise me, if I do not. Three great ones of the city,

In personal suit to make me his lieutenant,
Oft capp'd' to him;-and, by the faith of man,
I know my price, I am worth no worse a place:
But he, as loving his own pride and purposes,
Evades them, with a bombast circumstance,2
Horribly stuff'd with epithets of war;
And, in conclusion, nonsuits

My mediators; for, certes,' says he,
I have already chose my officer.

And what was he?

Forsooth, a great arithmetician,
One Michael Cassio, a Florentine,

A fellow almost damn'd in a fair wife;
That never set a squadron in the field,
Nor the division of a battle knows

More than a spinster; unless the bookish theoric,
Wherein the toged consuls can propose
As masterly as he mere prattle, without practice,
Is all his soldiership. But he, sir, had the election:
And I,-of whom his eyes had seen the proof,
At Rhodes, at Cyprus; and on other grounds
Christian and heathen,-must be be-lee'd and calm'd
By debitor, and creditor, this counter-caster:"
He, in good time, must his lieutenant be,

(1) Saluted.


Desdemona, daughter to Brabantio, and wife to Othello.

Emilia, wife to Iago.

Bianca, a courtezan, mistress to Cassio.

Officers, Gentlemen, Messengers, Musicians, Sailors, Attendants, &c.

Scene, for the first Act, in Venice; during the rest of the play, at a sea-port in Cyprus.

And I, (God bless the mark!) his Moorship's an cient.

Rod. By heaven I rather would have been his hangman.

Iago. But there's no remedy, 'tis the curse of service;

Preferment goes by letter, and affection,
Not by the old gradation, where each second
Stood heir to the first. Now, sir, be judge youself,
Whether I in any just term am affin'd
To love the Moor.



I would not follow him then.
Iago. O, sir, content you;
follow him to serve my turn upon him:
We cannot all be masters, nor all masters
Cannot be truly follow'd. You shall mark
Many a duteous and knee-crooking knave,
That, doting on his own obsequious bondage,
Wears out his time, much like his master's ass,
For nought but provender; and, when he's old,

Whip me such honest knaves: Others there are,
Who, trimm'd in forms and visages of duty,
Keep yet their hearts attending on themselves;
And, throwing but shows of service or their lords,
Do well thrive by them, and, when they have lin'd
their coats,

Do themselves homage: these fellows have some soul;

And such a one do I profess myself.
For, sir,

It is as sure as you are Roderigo,
Were I the Moor, I would not be Iago:
In following him, I follow but myself;
Heaven is my judge, not I for love and duty,
But seeming so, for my peculiar end:
For when my outward action doth demonstrate
The native act and figure of my heart
In compliment extern, 'tis not long after
But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve
For daws to peck at: I am not what I am.
(6) Rulers of the state.
(7) It was anciently the practice to reckon up

(5) Theory.

(2) Circumlocution. (3) Certainly. (4) For wife some read life, supposing it to al-Isums with counters. tude to the denunciation in the Gospel, wo unes you! when all men shall speak well of you.

(8) Related.

(9) Outward show of civility.

Rod. What a full fortune does the thick lips owe,' If he can carry't thus !

lago. Call up her father, Rouse him: make after him, poison his delight, Proclaim him in the streets; incense her kinsmen, And, though he in a fertile climate dwell, Plague him with flies: though that his joy be joy, Yet throw such chances of vexation on't, As it may lose some colour.

Rod. Here is her father's house; I'll call aloud. lago. Do; with like timorous accent, and dire yell,

As when, by night and negligence, the fire
Is spied in populous cities.

Rod. What, ho! Brabantio! signior Brabantio, ho!

Iago. Awake! what, ho! Brabantio! thieves! thieves! thieves!

Look to your house, your daughter, and your bags! Thieves thieves!

Brabantio, above, at a window.

Bra. What is the reason of this terrible mons?

What is the matter there?

Rod. Signior, is all your family within?
lago. Are your doors lock'd?


You are a senatcr. Bra. This thou shalt answer: I know thee, Roderigo.

Rod. Sir, I will answer any thing. But I be-
seech you,

If't be your pleasure, and most wise consent
(As partly, I find, it is,) that your fair daughter,
At this odd-even" and dull watch o'the night,
Transported-with no worse nor better guard,
But with a knave of common hire, a gondolier,"
To the gross clasps of a lascivious Moor,-
If this be known to you, and your allowance,
We then have done yon bold and saucy wrongs;
But, if you know not this, my manners tell me,
We have your wrong rebuke. Do not believe,
That, from the sense of all civility,

I thus would play and trifle with your reverence:
Your daughter,--if you have not given her leave.
I say again, hath made a gross revolt;
Tying her duty, beauty, wit, and fortunes,
In an extravagant and wheeling stranger,
Of here and every where: Straight satisfy yourself:
sum-If she be in her chamber, or your house,"
Let loose on me the justice of the state
For thus deluding you.

Why? wherefore ask you this? Iago. Zounds, sir, you are robb'd; for shame,

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Bra. What tell'st thou me of robbing? this is Venice;

My house is not a grange.


Most grave Brabantio, In simple and pure soul I come to you. Iago. Zounds, sir, you are one of those, that will not serve God, if the devil bid you. Because we come to do you service, you think we are ruffians: You'll have your daughter covered with a Barbary horse; you'll have your nephews neigh to you: you'll have coursers for cousins, and gennets for germans.

Bra. What profane wretch art thou?

lago. I am one, sir, that comes to tell you, your daughter and the Moor are now making the beast with two backs.

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Strike on the tinder ho!
Give me a taper;-call up all my people :-
This accident is not unlike my dream,
Belief of it oppressses me already :-
Light, I say! light!
[Exit from above.
Farewell; for I must leave you:
It seems not meet, nor wholesome to my place,
To be produc'd (as, if I stay, I shall,)
Against the Moor: For, I do know, the state,-
However this may gall him with some check,-
Cannot with safety cast him; for he's embark'd
With such loud reason to the Cyprus' wars,
(Which even now stand in act) that, for their

Another of his fathom they have not,
To lead their business: in which regard,
Though I do hate him as I do hell-pains,
Yet, for necessity of present life,

I must show out a flag and sign of love,
Which is indeed but sign. That you shall surely
find him,

Lead to the Sagittary the rais'd search;
And there will I be with him. So, farewell. [Ex.
Enter below, Brabantio, and Servants, with torches,
Bra. It is too true an evil: gone she is ;
And what's to come of my despised time,"
Is nought but bitterness.-Now, Roderigo,
Where didst thou see her ?-O, unhappy girl!-
With the Moor, say'st thou ?-Who would be a

How didst thou know 'twas she? O, thou deceiv'st


Past thought!-What said she to you?-Get more
Raise all my kindred,-Are they married think you?
Rod. Truly, I think, they are.

Bra. O heaven!-How got she out!-O treason of the blood!

Fathers, from hence trust not your daughters' minds
By what you see them act.-Are there not charms,
By which the property of youth and maidhood
May be abus'd? Have you not read, Roderigo,
Of some such thing?

(6) Midnight.

(8) Approbation.

Yes, sir; I have indeed.

(7) A waterman.

(91 Wandering. (10) Dismiss. (11) Old age.

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Bra. Call up my brother.-O, that you had had When, being not at your lodging to be found,


Some one way, some another.-Do you know
Where we may apprehend her and the Moor?

Rod. I think, I can discover him; if you please
To get good guard, and go along with me.

Bra. Pray you, lead on. At every house I'll call
I may command at most ;-Get weapons, ho!
And raise some special officers of night.-
On, good Roderigo ;-I'll deserve your pains.

[Exeunt. SCENE II.-The same. Another street. Enter Othello, Iago, and Attendants.

Iago. Though in the trade of war I have slain


Yet do I hold it very stuff o'the conscience,
To do no contriv'd murder; I lack iniquity
Sometimes, to do me service: Nine or ten times

I had thought to have yerk'd him here under the ribs.

Oth. 'Tis better as it is.

Nay, but he prated, And spoke such scurvy and provoking terms Against your honour,

That, with the little godliness I have,

I did full hard forbear him. But, I pray, sir,
Are you fast married? for, be sure of this,-
That the magnifico' is much beloved;
And hath, in his effect, a voice potential
As double as the duke's: he will divorce you;
Or put upon you what restraint and grievance
The law (with all his might, to enforce it on,)
Will give him cable.


Let him do his spite:
My services, which I have done the signiory,
Shall out-tongue his complaints. 'Tis yet to know
(Which, when know that boasting is an honour,
I shall promulgate,) I fetch my life and being
From men of royal siege; and my demerits
May speak, unbonneted, to as proud a fortune
As this that I have reach'd: For know, lago,
But that I love the gentle Desdemona,
I would not my unhoused' free condition
Put into circuinscription and confine


For the sea's worth. But, look! what lights come yonder?

Enter Cassio, at a distance, and certain Officers

with torches.

Iago. These are the raised father, and his friends:
You were best go in.
Not I: I must be found;
My parts, my title, and my perfect soul,
Shall manifest me rightly. Is it they?
Jago. By Janus, I think no.

Oth. The servants of the duke, and my lieutenant.
The goodness of the night upon you, friends!
What is the news?

The duke does greet you, general;
And he requires your haste-post-haste appearance,
Even on the instant.

What is the matter, think you?
Cas. Something from Cyprus, as I may divine;
It is a business of some heat; the galleys
Have sent a dozen sequent messengers
This very night at one another's heels;
And many of the consuls, rais'd, and met,

The senate hath sent about three several quests,"
To search you cut.

'Tis well I am found by you.


I will but spend a word here in the house,
And go with you.


Ancient, what makes he here? lago. 'Faith, he to-night hath boarded a land carack;&

If it prove lawful prize, he's made for ever.
Cas. I do not understand.

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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:
For I'll refer me to all things of sense,
If she in chains of magic were not bound,
Whether a maid-so tender, fair, and happy;
So opposite to marriage, that she shunn'd
The wealthy curled darlings of our nation,-.
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 'tis not gross in sense,
That thou hast practis'd on her with foul charms,
Abus'd her delicate youth with drugs, or minerals,
That waken motion:-I'll have it disputed on;
'Tis probable, and palpable to thinking.
I therefore apprehend and do attach thee,
For an abuser of the world, a practiser
Of arts inhibited and out of warrant :-
Lay hold upon him; if he do resist,
Subdue him at his peril.


Hold your hands,

Both you of my inclining, and the rest:
Were it my cue to fight, I should have known it
Without a prompter.-Where will you that I go
To answer this your charge?
To prison: till fit time
Of law, and course of direct session,
Call thee to answer.
What if I do obey?
How may the duke be therewitn satisfied;
Whose messengers are here about my side,
Upon some present business of the state,
To bring me to him?
'Tis true, most worthy signior

Are at the duke's already: You have been hotly The duke's in council; and your noble self,

call'd for;

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I am sure, is sent for.

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