1 ufurped beard. I fay, put mony in thy purfe. It cannot be, that Desdemona should long continue her love Ito the Moor-Put mony in thy purfe-nor he his to her. It was a violent commencement in her, and thou fhalt fee an answerable fequeftration.-Put but mony in thy purse These Moors are changeable in their wills-Fill thy purse with mony. The food, that to him now is 5 as luscious as lohocks, fhall fhortly be as bitter as a coloquintida. When she is fated with his body, fhe will find the errors of her choice.— She muft have change, fhe muft: therefore put mony in thy purfe.If thou wilt needs damn thyself, do it a more delicate way than drowning. Make all the mony thou canst. If fanctimony and a frail vow, betwixt an erring Barbarian and a fuper-fubtle Venetian, be not too hard for my wits; and all the tribe of hell, thou fhalt enjoy her; therefore make mony. A pox of drowning thyfelf! it is clean out of the way. Seek thou rather to be hang'd in compaffing thy joy, than to be drown'd and go without her. Rod. Wilt thou be fast to my hopes, if I depend on the iffue? Iago. Thou art fure of me.Go, make mony. 4 It was a violent commence- given as an inftance of a deliment in her, and thou shalt fee an cious morfel, notwithstanding the anfwerable fequeftration,] There exaggerations of lying travellers. feems to be an oppofition of The true reading is lobocks, a very terms here intended, which has pleasant confection introduced inbeen loft in tranfcription. We to medicine by the Arabian phymay read, It was a violent conficians and fo very fitly oppofed junction, and thou shalt fee an both to the bitterness and use of anfwerable fequeftration; or, Coloquintida. WARB. what feems to me preferable, It betwixt an ERRING Barbawas a violent commencement, and rian] We fhould read ERRANT, thou shalt fee an answerable fequel. that is a vagabond, one who has 5 As lufcious as locufts,] Whe- no houfe nor country. ther you understand by this the infect or the fruit, it cannot be WARB. Hanmer reads, arrant. Erring is as well as either, I have told thee often, and I re-tell thee again and again, I hate the Moor. My cause is hearted; thine hath no lefs reafon., Let us be conjunctive in our revenge against him. If thou canft cuckold him, thou doft thyfelf a pleasure, and me a fport. There are many events in the womb of time, which will be delivered. Traverfe, go. Provide thy mony. We will have more of this to-morrow. Adieu. Rod. Where fhall we meet i' th' morning? Rod. I'll be with thee betimes. Iago. Go to, farewel. Do you hear, Rodorigo? Iago. No more of drowning, do you hear. Rod. I am chang'd. I'll go fell all my land. Jago. "Go to, farewel, put mony enough in your purfe" SCENE [Exit Rodorigo. XI: Manet Iago. Iago. Thus do I ever make my fool my purse; VOL. VIII, A a That That he is too familiar with his wife obido s He hath a person, and a smooth dispose, bw T To be fufpected; fram'd to make women falfe. The Moor is of a free and open nature, fio of 2m992 That thinks men honeft that but feem to be fo And will as tenderly be led by th' nofe, bib van I As affes are. hoof starbas sd aO I hav't-it is engender'd-Hell and Night Muft bring this monftrous birth to the world's light be timed of sidifogm[Exit M Enter Montano, Governor of Cyprus, and Gentlemen. W HAT from the cape, can you difcern at fea 1 Gent. Nothing at all, it is a high wrought no balg fl, tropa I cannot 'twixt the heaven and the main ༡ ༽ ེ ེ Defcry a fail. flood; Mont. Methinks the wind hath fpoke aloud at land; A fuller blast ne'er fhook our battlementsrq brA If it hath ruffian'd fo upon the fea, as isot duw What ribs of oak, when mountains melt on them, Can hold the mortife? What fhall we hear of this? 2 Gent. A fegregation of the Turkish fleet IN For do but ftand upon the foaming fhore, The The chiding billows feem to pelt the clouds; The wind-fhak'd farge, with high and monftrous oilst mainOW SANTO OF DI Seems to caft water on the burning Bear, ? And quench the guards of the ever-fixed pole. I never did like moleftation view On the enchafed flood. fleet ga Mont. If that the Turkish fleet Be not infhelter'd and embay'd, they're drown'd; 3 SCE NEII Enter a third Gentleman. Gent. News, Lads, our wars are done: The defperate tempeft hath fo bang'd the Turks, That their defignment halts. A noble fhip of Venice Hath feen a grievous wreck and fufferance Of moft part of the fleet. Mont. How! is this true? 3 Gent. The fhip is here put in, A Veronefe; Michael Caffio, Lieutenant of the warlike Moor Othello, Mont. I'm glad on't; 'tis a worthy Governor. 3 Gent. But this fame Caffic, though he fpeak of comfort Touching the Turkifb lofs, yet he looks fadly, 7 And quench the guard of th2 ever fixed fole.] Alluding to the ftar Artlophylax St Mont. Mont. Pray heav'ns, he be: For I have ferv'd him, and the man commands As well to fee the veffel that's come in, Gent. Come, let's do for. For every minute is expectancy. Of more arrivance. S CE NE IL Enter Caffio. Caf. Thanks to the valiant of this warlike ifle, That fo approve the Moor: oh, let the heav'ns Give him defence against the elements, For I have loft him on a dangerous fea. Mont. Is he well-fhipp'd? 8 Caf His bark is ftoutly timber'd; and his pilos 9 Of very expert and approv'd allowance; Therefore my hopes, not furfeited to death, Stand in bold cure. Within.] A fail, a fail, a fail! 8 His bark is ftoutly timber'dTherefore my hopes, not furfeited to death, Stand in bold cure.] I do not underftand thefe lines. I know not, how hope can be furfeited to death, that is, can be encreased, till it is deftroyed; nor what it is, to ftand in bold cure; or why hope fhould be confidered as a difeafe. In the copies there is no variation. Shall we read, Therefore my fears, not furfeited to death, Stand in bold cure? This is better, but it is not welk Therefore my hopes, not forfeit- Caf |