Imatges de pÓgina

Iago. By Janus, I think no.

Oth. The servants of the duke, and my lientenant.

Enter below, BRABANTIO, and Servants with

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 ?-0 unhappy girl!-
With the Moor, say'st thou ?-Who would be a

He didst thou know 'twas she? O thou de-.
ceiv'st me



Past thought!--What said she to you ?-Get more
Raise all my kindred.-Are they married think
Rod. Truly, I think, they are.
Bra. O heaven!-How got she out!-0 trea-

son of the blood!

Fathers, from hence trust not your daughters'


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?

Rod. Yes, Sir; I have indeed.

Bra. Call up my brother.-O that you had had her ?

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

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 men,

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


Oth. 'Tis better as it is.

lago. 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 magnificent 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.

Enter CASSIO, at a distance, and certain
Officers with Torches.

Jago. These are the raised father and his
You were best to go in.
[friends :

Oth. Not I: I must be found;
My parts, my title, and my perfect soul,
Shall manifest me rightly. Is it they?

The goodness of the night upon you, friends!
What is the news?

+ Men who have sat

The title of a Senator. spon royal thrones. t Demerits has the same Beaning in Shakspeare as merits.

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[They draw on both sides. Jago. You, Roderigo! come, Sir, I am for you, Oth. Keep up your bright swords, for the dew will rust them.[years, Good signior, you shall more command with Than with your weapons.

Bra. O thou foul thief, where hast thou stow'd my daughter?

Oth. Let him do his spite :

Damn'd as thou art, thon 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 every 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 min-
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.

My services, which I have done the signiory,
Shall out-tongue his complaints. "Tis yet to
(Which, when I know that boasting is an hou-
I shall promulgate,) I fetch my life and being
From men of royal siege,+ and my demerits
May speak, unbonnetted, 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 circumspection and confine

Oth. Hold your hands,

Both you of my inclining, and the rest:

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

yonder ?

Bra. To prison: till fit time

Of law, and course of direct session,
Call thee to answer.

If it prove lawful prize, he's made for ever.
Cas. I do not understand.
Iago. He's married.
Cas. To who?

Re-enter OTHELLO.

Iago. Marry, to-Come, captain, will you go!
Oth. Have with you.

Cas. Here comes another troop to seek for you.
Enter BRABANTIO, RODERICO, and Officers of
Night with Torches and Weapons.

Iago. It is Brabantio :-general, be advised;
He comes to bad intent.

Oth. Holla! stand there !
Rod. Signior, it is the Moor.
Bra. Down with him, thief!

Oth. What if I do obey?

How may the duke be therewith satisfied;
Whose messengers are here about my side,
Upon some present business of the state,
To bring me to him?

• Following.

+ A rich vessel.

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Off. 'Tis true, most worthy signior,
The duke's in council; and your noble self,
I am sure, is sent for.

Bra. How! the duke in council!

In this time of the night!-Bring him away:
Mine's not an idle cause: the duke himself,
Or any of my brothers of the state,
Cannot but feel this wrong as 'twere their own:
For if such actions may have passage free,
Bond-slaves and pagans shall our statesnien be.
SCENE III.-The same.-A Council Chamber,
The DUKE and SENATORS, sitting at a Table;
Officers attending.

Duke. There is no composition + in these
That gives them credit.

1 Sen. Indeed, they are disproportion'd;

My letters say, a hundred and seven gallies.
Duke. And mine, a hundred and forty.
2 Sen. And mine two hundred :

But though they jump not on a just account,

(As in these cases, where the aim reports,

'Tis oft with difference,) yet do they all confirm
A Turkish fleet, and bearing up to Cyprus.
Duke. Nay, it is possible enough to judg-


Sailor. The Turkish preparation makes for

So was I bid report here to the state,
By signior Angelo.

I do not so secure me in the error,

But the main article I do approve,
In fearful sense.

Hath thus beguil'd your daughter of herself,
And you of her, the bloody book of law

Sailor. [Within.] What ho! what ho! what You shall yourself read in the bitter letter,

After your own sense; yea, though our proper



Enter an OFFICER, with a SAILOR.

Stood in your action.

Bra. Humbly I thank your grace.

Off. A messenger from the gallies.

Duke. Now the business?

Here is the man, this Moor; whom now it

Your special mandate, for the state affairs,
Hath hither brought.

Duke & Sen. We are very sorry for it.
Duke. What, in your own part, can you say

to this?
Bra. Nothing but this is so.
Oth. Most potent, grave, and reverend sig-

My very noble and approv'd good masters,
That I have ta'en away this old man's daughter,
It is most true; true, I have married her;
The very head and front of my offending
Hath this extent, no more. Rude am I in my
And little bless'd with the set phrase of peace;
For since these arms of mine had seven years'
Till now some nine moons wasted, they have
Their dearest action in the tented field;

We must not think the Turk is so unskilful,
To leave that latest which concerns him first;
Neglecting an attempt of ease and gain,
To wake; and wage a danger profitless.

Duke. Nay, in all confidence, he's not for And little of this great world can I speak,


More than pertains to feats of broil and battle;
And therefore little shall I grace my cause,

Off. Here is more news.

In speaking for myself: Yet, by your gracious patience,

I will a round unvarnish'd tale deliver


Of my whole course of love; what drugs, what

Duke. How say you by this change?

1 Sen. This cannot be,

By no assay of reason; 'tis pageant,

To keep us in false gaze: When we consider
The importancy of Cyprus to the Turk;


Y And let ourselves again but understand,


That, as it more concerns the Turk than Rhodes,
So may he with more facile question bear it,
For that it stands not in such warlike brace, §
But altogether lacks the abilities
That Rhodes is dress'd in:-if we make thought

of this,


Mess. The Ottomites, reverend and gracious, Steering with due course toward the isle Rhodes,

Have there injointed them with an after fleet.
1 Sen. Ay, so I thought:-How many as you



Mess. Of thirty sail : and now do they restem
Their backward course, bearing with frank ap-
Their purposes toward Cyprus.-Signior Mon-
Your trusty and most valiant servitor,
With his free duty recommends you thus,
And prays you to believe him.

Duke. 'Tis certain then for Cyprus.-
Marcus Lucchese, is he not in town? -
1 Sen. He's now in Florence.

Duke. Write from us; wish him post-posthaste despatch.

1 Sen. Here comes Brabantio, with the valiant


and Officers.
Duke. Valiant Othello, we must straight em-
ploy you
Against the general enemy Ottoman.

I did not see you; welcome, gentle Signior;
We lack'd your counsel and your help to-night.
Bra. So did I your's: Good your grace, pardon
Neither my place, nor aught I hea of busi-
Hath rais'd me from my bed; nor doth the ge-
neral care

Take hold on me; for my particular grief
Is of so flood-gate and o'erbearing nature,
That it engluts and swallows other sorrows,

And it is still itself.

Le. Our offices of state will be filled by the pacans and bond-slaves of Africa. Less opposition. + Concordancy. State of defence

Duke. Why, what's the matter?

Bra. My daughter! O my daughter!
Sen, Dead?

Bra. Ay, to me;

She is abus'd, stolen from me, and corrupted
By spells and medicines bought of mountebanks;
For nature so preposterously to err,
Being not deficient, blind, or lame of sense,
Sans witchcraft could not

Duke. Whoe'er he be, that in this foul pro-


What conjuration, aud what mighty magic,
(For such proceeding I am charg'd withal,)
I won his daughter with.

Bra. A maiden never bold;

Blush'd at herself; And she,-in spite of na-
Of spirit so still and quiet, that her motion


Of years, of country, credit, every thing.-
To fall in love with what she fear'd to look on?
It is a judgment maim'd and most imperfect,
That will confess-perfection so could could err
Against all rules of nature; and must be driven
To find out practices of cunning hell,
Why this should be. I therefore vouch again,
That with some mixtures powerful o'er the

Or with some dram conjur❜d to this effect,
He wrought upon her.
Duke. To vouch this, is no proof;
• Without.

† Accusation.

1 Best exertion.

Without more certain and more overt-test,
Than these thin habits, and poor likelihoods
Of modern seeming, + do prefer against him.
1 Sen. But, Othello, speak ;-
Did you by indirect and forced courses
Subdue and poison this young maid's
tions ?

Good Brabantio,

Take up this mangled matter at the best:
Men do their broken weapons rather use,
Than their bare hands.

Bra. I pray you, hear her speak;
affec-If she confess that she was half the wooer,
Destruction on my head, if my bad blame
Light on the man 1-Come hither, gentle mis-

Do you perceive in all this noble company,
Where most you owe obedience?

Des. My noble father,

I do perceive here a divided duty:
To you, I am bound for life and education;
My life and education both do learn me
How to respect you; you are the lord of duty,
I am bitherto your daughter: But here's my

Or came it by request, and such fair question
As soul to soul affordeth ?

Oth. I do beseech you,

Send for the lady to the Sagittary, i
And let her speak of me before her father:
If you do find me foul in her report,

The trust, the office, I do hold of you,
Not only take away, but let your sentence
Even fall upon my life.

Duke. Fetch Desdemona hither.

Oth. Ancient, conduct them; you best know the place.

[Exeunt Isco and Attendants.
And, till she coine, as truly as to heaven
I do confess the vices of my blood,
So justly to your grave ears I'll present
How I did thrive in this fair lady's love,
And she in mine.

Duke. Say it, Othello.

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To draw from her a prayer of earnest heart,
That I would all my pilgrimage dilate,
Whereof by parcels she had something heard,
But not intentively:** I did consent;
And often did beguile her of her tears,
When I did speak of some distressful stroke,
That my youth suffer'd. My story being done,
She gave me for my pains a world of sighs;
She swore, In faith, 'twas strange, 'twas
ing trange;
'Twas pitiful, 'twas wondrous pitiful;
She wish'd she had not heard it; yet



That heaven had made her such a man; she

thank'd me ;

And bade me if I had a friend that lov'd her,
I should but teach him how to tell my story,
And that would woo her. Upon this hint, I
She lov'd me for the dangers I had pass'd,[spake:
And I lov'd ber that she did pity them.
This only is the witchcraft I have us'd;
Here comes the lady, let her witness it.

Enter DESDEMONA, IAGO, and Attendants. Duke. I think this tale would win my daugh ter too..

• Proof.

+ Weak show. The sign of the fictitious creature so called. 5 My behaviour. | Caves, by Mandeville, and also by Sir Walter Raleigh.


And so much duty as my mother show'd
To you, prefering you before her father,
So much I challenge that 1 may profess
Due to the Moor my lord.

Bra. God be with you!-I have done :--
Please it your grace, on to the state affairs;
I had rather to adopt a child, than get it.~
Come hither, Moor:


I here do give thee that with all my heart,
Which, but thou hast already, with all my
I would keep from thee. For your sake,
I am glad soul I have no other child;
For thy escape would teach me tyranny,
To haug clogs on them.-I have done, my lord.
Duke. Let me speak like yourself; and lay
Which as a grise, t or step, may help these
Into your favours.

a sentence,

When remedies are past, the griefs are ended, By seeing the worst, which late on hopes depended.

To mourn a mischief that is past and goue,
Is the next way to draw new mischief on.
What cannot be preserv'd when fortune takes,
Patience her injury a mockery makes.
The robb'd, that smiles, steals something from
the thief;

ear. t

I humbly beseech you, proceed to the affairs of pass-state.

He robs himself, that spends a bootless grief.
Bra. So let the Turk of Cyprus us beguile;
We lose it not, so long as we can smile.
He bears the sentence well, that nothing bears
But the free comfort which from thence be


But he bears both the sentence and the sorrow,"
That, to pay grief, must of poor patience bor


These sentences, to sugar, or to gall,
Being strong on both sides, are equivocal:
But words are words; 1 never yet did hear,
That the bruis'd heart was pierced through the

Duke. The Tur with a most mighty prepar ation makes for Cyprus:-Othello, the forti tude of the place is best known to you: And though we have there a substitute of most al lowed sufficiency, yet opinion, a sovereign mistress of effects, throws a inore safer voice of you: you must therefore be content to slubber§ the gloss of your new fortunes with this more stubboru and boisterous expedition.

Oth. The tyrant custom, most grave senators,
Hath made the flinty and steel couch of war
My thrice-driven bed of down: I do aguize
A natural and prompt alacrity,

I find in hardness; and do undertake
These prescut wars against the Ottomites.
Most humbly therefore bending to your state,
I crave fit disposition for my wife,
Due reference of place, and exibition,

Mentioned. That wounds of sorrow were ever cared by
+ Grise, from degrees

words of consolation.

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Of love, of worldly matters, and direction,
To spend with thee, we must obey the time.
Rod. Iago.

Iugo. What say'st thou, noble heart?
Rod. What will I do, thinkest thou?
Iago. Why, go to bed, and sleep.
Rod. I will incontinently drown myself.
Iago. Well, if thou dost, I shall never love
thee after it. Why, thou silly gentleman!

Rod. It is silliness to live, when to live is a
torment: and then have we a prescription to
die, when death is our physician.

Jugo. O villainous! I have looked upon the world for four times seven years; and since I could distinguish between a benefit and an inlove himself. Ere I would say, I would drown sub-jury, I never found a man that knew how to myself for the love of a Guinea-ben, † I would change my humanity with a baboon.

Rod. What should I do? I confess it is my shame to be so fond; but it is not in virtue to amend it.

Scene II.

With such accommodation and besort,
As levels with her breeding.
Duke. If yon please,

Be't at her father's.

Bra. I'll not have it so.
Oth. Nor I.

Des. Nor I; I would not there reside,
To put my father in impatient thoughts,
By being in his eye. Most gracious duke,
To my unfolding lend a gracious ear;
And let me find a charter in your voice,
To assist my simpleness.

Duke. What would you, Desdemona ?
Des. That I did love the Moor to live with
My downright violence and storm of fortunes
May trumpet to the world; my heart's


Even to the very quality of my lord:
I saw Othello's visage in his mind;

And to his honours, and his valiant parts,
Did I my soul and fortunes consecrate.
So that, dear lords, if I be left behind,
A moth of peace, and he go to the war,
The rights for which I love him, are bereft
And I a heavy interim shall support
By his dear absence: Let me go with him.

lago. Virtue? a fig! 'tis in ourselves, that we
to the which our wills are gardeners: so that
are thus, or thus. Our bodies are our gardens;
if we will plant nettles, or sow lettuce; set

her will
Have a free way.

Vouch with me, heaven; I therefore beg it not
To please the palate of my appetite;
Nor to comply with heat, the young affects,
lu my distinct and proper satisfaction;
But to be free and bounteous to her mind:
And heaven defend your good souls, that you

one gender of herbs, or distract it with many;
Oth. Your voices, lords:-'beseech you, let hyssop, and weed up thyme: supply it with
either to have it steril with idleness, or man-
ured with industry; why, the power and cor-
rigible authority of this lies in our wills. If
the balance of our lives had not one scale of
reason to poise another of sensuality, the blood
and baseness of our natures would conduct us
reason to cool our raging motions, our carnal
to most preposterous couclusions: But we have
stings, our unbitted lusts: whereof I take this,
Rod. It cannot be.
that you call-love, to be a sect, ý or scion.


I will your serious and great business scant,
For she is with me: No, when light-wing'd
of feather'd Cupid seel § with wanton dulness
My speculative and active instruments,

That my disports corrupt and taint my business,
Let bousewives make a skillet || of my helm, ¶
And all indign and base adversities
Make bead against my estimation!
Duke. Be it as you shall privately determine,thee than now.
Either for her stay or going: the affair cries,
And speed must answer it: you must hence

Des. To-night, my lord?
Duke. This night.

lago. It is merely a lust of the blood, and a Come, be a man; permission of the wi!!. I have professed me thy friend, and I confess Drown thyself? drown cats and blind puppies. me knit to thy deserving with cables of perdurable toughness; I could never better stead Put money in thy purse; folin thy usurped beard; I say, put money low these wars; defeat thy favour with an It cannot be, that Desdemona should the Moor,-put long continue her love to purse. money in thy purse ;-nor he his to her: it was a violent commencement, and thou shalt see an answerable sequestration ;-put but money

Ork. With all my heart.

Duke. At nine i'the morning here we'll meet in thy purse.-These Moors are changeable in

their wills;-fill thy purse with money: the
food that to him now is as luscious as locusts,
shall be to him shortly as bitter as coloquiutida.
She must change for youth: when she is sated
with his body, she will find the error of her
choice. She must have change, she must:
therefore put money in thy purse.-If thou
wilt needs damn thyself, do it a more delicate
canst: If sanctimony and a frail vow, betwist
way than drowning. Make all the money thou
an erring ¶ barbarian and a supersubtle Vene-
tian, be not too hard for my wits, and all the tribe
of hell, thou shalt enjoy her; therefore make
money. A pox of drowning thyself! it is clean
out of the way: seek thou rather to be hanged
and go without her.
in compassing thy joy, than to be drowned


Othello, leave some officer behind,
And be shall our commission bring to you ;
With such things else of quality and respect,
As doth import you.

Ork. Please your grace, my ancient;
A man he is of honesty and trust:
To bis conveyance I assign my wife,
With what else needful your good grace shall
To be seul after me.


Duke. Let it be so.

Good night to every one.-And, noble Signior,

If virtue no delighted beauty lack,
Your son-in-law is far more fair than black,
1 Sen. Adieu, brave Moor! use Desdemona

Bra. Look to her, Moor; have a quick eye to


She has deceiv'd her father, and may thee.
Oik. My life upon her faith.-Honest lago,
My Desdemona must I leave to thee;
1 pr'yther, let thy wife attend on her;
And bring them after in the best advantage.-
Come, Desdemona; I have but an hour

Rod. Wilt thou be fast to my hopes, If I depend on the issue?

of me;-Go, make Iago. Thou art sure thee again and again, I hate the Moor: My money :-I have told thee often, and I re-tell cause is hearted: thine hath no less reason: Let us be conjunctive in our revenge against him: if thou canst cuckold him, thou dost thy

The cant term for a prostitute. A sect is what the gardeners call a 1. c. Alter your efferitnate visage, by • Waustring.





putting on a beard.
• Quality mein profession: i. e. the life of a soldier. Unbridled


Ama!! kettle.


self a pleasure, and me a sport. There are many events in the womb of time, which will be delivered. Traverse; go; provide thy money. We will have more of this to-morrow.

Adieu. Rod. Where shall we meet i'the morning? Iago. At my lodging.

Rod. I'll be with thee betimes.

Iago. Go to; farewell. Do you hear, Roderigo?

Rod. What say you!

Iago. No more of drowning, do you hear. Rod. I am changed. I'll sell all my land. lago. Go to; farewell: put money enough in [Exit RODERIGO. your purse. Thus do I ever make my fool my purse: For I mine own gain'd knowledge should profane,

Mon. How! is this true?

3 Gent. The ship is here put in, A Veronesé; Michael Cassio, Lieutenant to the warlike Moor, Othello, Is come on shore: the Moor himself's at sea, And is in full commission here for Cyprus. Mon. I am glad on't; 'tis a worthy governor. 3 Gent. But this same Cassio, though he speak of comfort,

If I would tine expend with such a snipe,
But for my sport and profit. I hate the Moor;
And it is thought abroad, that 'twixt my sheets
He has done my office: I know not if't be true;
But I, for mere suspicion in that kind,
Will do, as if for surety. He holds + me well;
The better shall my purpose work on him.
Cassio's a proper man: Let me see now;
To get his place, and to plume up my will;
how ?-Let
A double kuavery,-How?



After some time, to abuse Othello's ear,
That he is too familiar with his wife :-
He hath a person, and a smooth dispose,
To be suspected; fram'd to make woman false.
The Moor is of a free and open nature, [so;
That thinks men honest, that but seem to be
And will as tenderly be led by the nose,
As asses are.

I have't;-it is engender'd :-Hell and night
Must bring this monstrous birth to the world's

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Seems to cast water on the burning bear $
And quench the guards of the ever-fixed pole :
I never did like molestation view
On th' enchafed flood.

A military word of command. Separation,

Touching the Turkish loss, yet he looks sadly, Aud prays the Moor be safe; for they were parted

With foul and violent tempest.
Mon. 'Pray heaven he be;

For I have serv'd him, and the man commands
Like a full soldier. Let's to the sea-side, bo!
As well to see the vessel that's come in,
As throw out our eyes for brave Othello;
Even till we make the main, and the aerial blue,
An indistinct regard.

Enter a third GENTLEMAN.

3 Gent. News, lords! our wars are done;
The desperate tempest hath so bang'd the Turks,
That their designment halts: A noble ship of
Hath seen a grievous wreck and sufferance
On most part of their fleet.

3 Gent. Come, let's do so; For every minute is expectancy Of more arrivance.

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Mon. If that the Turkish fleet

Be not inshelter'd and einbay'd, they are The divine Desdemona.


It is impossible they bear it out.

Re-enter second GENTLEMAN.

2 Gent. 'Tis one lago, ancient to the general. Gas. He has had most favourable and happy speed: Tempests themselves, high seas, and howling winds,

The gutter'd rocks, and congregated sands,-
Traitors ensteep'd to clog the guiltless keel,—
As having sense of beauty, do omit
Their mortal natures, letting go safely by

Mon. What is she?

Cas. She that I spake of, our great captain's captain,

Left in the conduct of the bold fago;
Whose footing here anticipates our thoughts,
A se'enight's speed.-Great Jove, Othello guard,
And swell his sail with thine own powerful

That he may bless this bay with his tall ship, Make love's quick pants in Desdemona's armis,

+ Esteems.

The constellation Arctophylax, ness.

• Complete.

+ Allowed and approved expert * Destructive.

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