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OTHELLO
THE
Moor of Venice.
,
A.
TRAGEDY,
As it hath been divers times acted at the Globe,
and at the Black-Friers :
And now at the
THEATER ROYAL
BY
HIS MAJESTIES SERVANTS.
Written by William Shakeſpear.
LONDON
Printed for W. Weak, and are to be ſold by Richard Bent-
ley and M. Magnes in Ruſſel Street near Coventa
Garden, 1681.
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A Catalogue of ſome Plays Printed for R. Bently,
and M. Magnes, in Ruſſel-Street, near
Covent-Garden
turers.
A"
LL the Tragedies and Comedies | The Vertuous, Wife or good luck at
of Francis Beumont and John laſt.
Fleſher, in one Volume containing fifty | The Fool turn'd Critick, a Comedie.
one Plays.
Squire Oldfap, or the Night Adven-
Tartuff
, or the French Puritan.
Forc°d Marriage, or the Jealous Bride. The Miftaken Husband, a Comedy,
Engliſh Monfieur.
Mr. Limberham, or the Kind Keeper.
All Miftaken,or the mad Couple. Notes and obſervations on the Empreſs
Generous Enemies.
of Morocco
Andromacha ; A Tragedy.
The Orphan, or unhappy Marriage.
Caliſto : or the Mafque at Court. The Souldiers Fortune.
Country-Wit. A Comedie.
Sertorius. A Tragedie.
Deltruction of Jeruſalem, 2 parts.
Tamberlain the Great.
Miſeries of Civil War.
King Lear.
Henry the 6th, with the Murder of the The Unhappy Favourite, or the Earl of
Duke of Glocefter, in 2 parts.
Elex.
Nero, a Tragedie.
Thyeſtes, a Tragedy.
Gloriana, a Tragedie.
Othello, the Moor of Venice.
Sophonisba, or Hanibals overthrow.
Alexander the Great, or the Rival Novels Printed this Year, 1680.
Queens.
Mithridates King of Pontus.
The Amours of the King of Tamaran.
Cæſar Borgia, Son of Pope Alexander 6. The Amours of the French King and
Oedipus King of Thebes.
Madam Lanilar,
Theodofius, or the Force of Love. The Amours of Madam and the Count
The Plain Deal.r.
de-Guich.
The Town-Fop,or Sir Timothy Taxdry. The Pilgrim : A Satyrical Novel on the
Abdellazar or the Moors Revenge.
horrible Villanies of thoſe Perſons..
Madam Fickle : or the Witty Falſe one. The Secret Hiſtory of the Earl of Eſſex
and Queen Elizabeth.
Books Printed this Year. The Policy of the Clergie of France, to
ſuppreſs the Proteſtants of that.
The Fond Husband, or the Plotting Kingdom.
Sificis.
Dram-

Dramatis Perſonæ.
Mr.
The Duke of Venice.
Mr. Lydal.
Brabantio, a Magnifico, Father to
Deſdemona.
Mr. Cartright.
Gratiano, bis Brother.
Mr. Griffin.
Lodovico, their Kinſman.
Mr. Harris.
Senators.
Othello, the Moor, General of the
Mr. Hart.
Army in Cyprus.
Callio, his Lievtenant General.
Mr. Kynaſton.
Jago, ſtandard-bearer to the Moor ;
Mr. Mohun.
a Villain.
Roderigo, a fooliſh Gentleman, that fol-Mr Beeſton.
lows the Moor in hopes to Cuckold him. S
Mtaoanio, the Moors Predeceſſor in the Mr. Watſon.
Covernment of Cyprus.
Clown, Servant to the Moor.
Mr. Hayns.
Officers.
Gentlemen.
Meſſengers.
Muſicians.
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Herald.
Deſdemona, Daughter to Brabantio, and
>Mrs. Cox.
Wife to the Moor.
Emillia, Wife to Jago.
Mrs. Rutter.
Bianca, Caffio's Wench.
Mrs. James.
Attendants.
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Enter Jago and Roderigo.
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Rod.
Uſh; Never tell me, I take it much unkindly
That thou who haft had my Purſe,
As if the ſtrings were thine, ſhouldf know of this,
Jag. But you'l not hear me,
If ever I did dream of ſuch a matter, abhor me.bus ante
Rod. Thou toldſt me, thou did it hold him in thy hate.
Fag. Deſpiſe me if I do not : three great ones of the City
In perfonal ſuit to make me his Lievtenant,
Oft capt to him, and by the faith of man,ices
I know my price, I am worth no worfe a place.
But he, as loving his own pride and purpoſes,
Evades them, with a bumbaſt circumſtance,
Horribly ftuft with Epithites of war:
Non-ſuits my Mediators: for Certes, (ſays he) : bool
I have already choſe my Officer, and what was he wall indir
Forſooth, a great Arithmetician,
One Michael Caſio, a Florentine, 2001. got olishing uden
A fellow almoft damn'd in a fair wife,
That never ſet a ſquadron in the field,
Nor the diviſion of a battle knows,
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More than a Spinſter, unleſs the bookiſh Theorique,
Wherein the tongued Conſuls can propoſe
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As maſterly as he: meere pratle without practice,
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Is all his Souldier-ſhip: but he Sir had the election,
And I, of whom his eyes had ſeen the proofe,
At Rhodes, at Cipres, and on other grounds,
Chriftn’d and Heathen, muft be be-leed and calm’d, aid wisdom
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By Debitor and Creditor, this Counter-Cafter it di ni mao9
He (in good time) muft his Leivtenant belovenibalisalcaid or bis
And I Sir (bleſs the mark) his Mooreſhips Ancient :
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Rod. By heaven I rather would have been his hangman,
Jag. 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 your felf,
Whether I, in any juft tearm am affin'd
To love the Moore?
Rod. I would not follow him then.
Jag. O Sir, content you,
I follow him to ferve my turn upon him,
We cannot all be Maſters, nor all Maſters
Cannot be truly followed, you ſhall mark
Many a dutious knee-crooking knave,
That (doting on his own obſequious bondage)
Wears out his time much like his Maſters Affe,
For nought but provender, and when he's old caſhier'd,
Whip me ſuch honeſt knaves:
Others there are,
Who trim'd in forms and viffages of duty,
Keep yet their hearts, attending on themſelves,
And throwing but ſhews of ſervice on their Lordsy,
Doe well thrive by 'em,
And when they have lind their coats,
Do themſelves homage,
Thoſe fellows have fome ſoul,
And ſuch a one do I profeſs my ſelf, for Sir,lund
It is as fure as you are Roderigo,
Were I the Moore, I would not be Jage: opolymer
In following him, I follow but my felf.
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Heaven is my judge, not I,
For love and duty, but feeming ſo, for my peculias end:
For when my outward action doth demondrate
The native act, and figure of my heart,
In complement externe, 'tis not long after,
But I will wear my heart upon my sleeves —
For Daws to peck at,
Iam not what I am.
Rod. What a full fortune does the thicklips owe,
If he can carry't thus?
Jag. Call up her father,
Rowfe him, make after hin, poyſon his delight,
Proclaim him in the ſtreet, inſence her Kinſmen,
And tho he in a fertile climate dwell,
Plague him with Alyes: tho that his joy be joy, also
Yet throw fuch changes of vexation out,

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As it may loſe fome colour.
Rod. Here is her fathers houſe, lle call aloud.
Jag. Do with like timerous accent, and dire yell,
As when by night and negligence, the fire
Is ſpied in populous Cities.
Rod. What ho, Brabantio, Signior Brabantio, ho,
Jag. Awake, what ho, Brabantio,
Thieves, thieves, thieves :
Look to your houſe, your Daughter, and your Bags,
Thieves, thieves.
Brabantio at a window.
Bra. What is the reaſon of this terrible fummons?
What is the matter there?
Rod. Signior is all your family within?
Jag. Are your doors lockt ?
Bra. Why, wherefore ask you this?
Fag. Sir you are rob’d, for ſhame put on your gown,
Your heart is burſt, you have loſt half your ſoul;
Even now, very now, an old black Ram
Is tupping your white Ewe ; ariſe, ariſe,
Awake the ſnorting Citizens with the bell,
Or elſe the Devil will make a Grandfire of you, ariſe I ſay.
Bra. What, have you loſt your wits?
Rod. Moſt reverend Signior, do you know my voice ?
Bra. Not I, what are you
?
Rod. My name is Roderigo.
Bra. The worſe welcome,
I have charg'd thee not to haunt about my doors,
In honeſt plainneſs, thou haſt heard me ſay
My daughter is not for thee, and now in madneſs,
Being full of fupper, and diftempering draughts,
Upon malicious bravery, doſt thou come
To ftart my quiet?
Rod. Sir, fir, fir.
Bra. But thou muſt needs be ſure
My ſpirit and my place have in them power,
To make this bitter to thee.
Rod. Patience good Sir.
Bra. What, tell’At thou me of robbing? this is Venice,
My houſe is not a graunge.
Rod. Moſt grave Brabantio,
In ſimple and pure ſoul I come to you.
Jag, Sir you are one of thoſe, that will not ſerve God, if the Devilbid
you. Becauſe we come to do you ſervice, you think we are Ruffians,
you'l have your daughter covered with a Barbary horfe ; you'l have your Ne-
phews nigh to you ; you'l have Courſers for Couſens,and Gennets for Germans.
Bra. What prophane wretch art thou?
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Jag. I am one Sir, that come to tell you, your Daughter, and the Moore, are
row making the Beaſt with two backs.
Bra. Thou art a villain:
Fag. You are a Senator.
Bra. This thou ſhalt anſwer, I know thee Roderigo.
Rod. Sir, I will anſwer any thing: But I beſeech 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 oth’night,, gusto soy oso!
Tranſported with no worſe nor better guard
But with a knave of common hire, a Gundelier,
To the groſs clafps of a laſcivious Moor :
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If this be known to you and your
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We then have done you bold and fawcy wrongs? 102 la ciut
But if you know not this, my manners tell me, so you
We have your wrong rebuke : Do not believe
That from the fenſe of all civility,
1 thus would play and trifle with your Reverences
Your daughter (if you have not given her leave, blon
I ſay again) hath made a groſs revolt,
Tying her duty, beauty, wit and fortunes,
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In anextravagant and wheeling ſtranger,
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Of here, and every where: Straight ſatisfie your
where: Straight ſatisfie your ſelf wyro svol
If ſhe be in her Chamber, or your houſe, noyob giebarot lobo
Let looſe on me the juſtice of the State,
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For thus deluding you..
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Bra. Strike on the tinder, Ho:
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Give me a taper, call up all my people todete 01 abril
This accident is not unlike my dream, brot d nodig is on
beleef of it oppreffes me already: onboscolo
Light I ſay, light.
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Jag. Farewell, for I muſt leave you, oz turbofobchvad eilsen oglu
It ſeems not meet, nor wholſom to my place,
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To de produc'd (as if I ſtay I fall,)
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Againſt the Moore, for I do know the ftate,
(How ever this may gaul him with ſome check), el solqyerinizi
Cannot with ſafety caſt him, for he's imbark’d, saila 2011 d airfti
With ſuch loud reaſon, to the Cipres wars,
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(Which even now ftands in act) that for their foulsons n'ils
Another of his fathome, they have none
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To lead their buſineſs, in which regard,
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Tho I do hate him, as I do hells pains,
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Yet for neceſſity of preſent life, llim sedi Slot to sto BOE 2
I muſt fhew out a flag, and ſign of love,
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Which is indeed but lign, that you fall ſurely find him, gus mo svedl voy
Lead to the Sagitary the raiſed ſearch, ansvar for now.cedir el
And there will I be with him.. So farewell
Entego

the Moor of Venice.
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Enter Brabantio in his Night-gomone, ands eruants
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 girle!
With the Moore faiſt thou? who would be a father?
How didſt thou know 'twas ſhe? (O ſhe deceives me
svol
Palt thought,) what ſaid the to you? get more tapers,
Raiſe all my kindred, are they married think you?
Rod. Truly I think they are.
Bra. O heaven, how got (he out? O treaſon of the blood;
Fathers from hence, truſt not your daughters minds,
By what you ſee them act: is there not charms,
By which the property of youth and manhood
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 would you had had hen,
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 Ile call;
I may command at moft: get weapons no,
And raiſe ſome ſpecial Officers of might:
On good Roderigo, Ile deſerve your pains Exeunt.
Enter Othello, Jago, and Attendants with Torches..
Jag. Tho in the trade of war, I have ſlain men,
Yet do I hold it very ſtuff o’th conſcience,
To do no contrivd murcher ; I lack iniquity do
Sometimes to do me ſervice : nine or ten times
I had thought to have jerk’d him hereupold
Under the ribs.
Oth. Tis better as it is,
Fag. Nay, but he prated, iv og
And ſpoke fuch ſcurvy and provoking terms
Againſt your honour, that with the little godlineſs I have,
I did full hard forbear him: but I pray fir,
Are you faſt married? For beſure of this,
That the Magnifico is much beloved,
And hath in his effect, a voice potential;
As double as the Dukes, he will divorce your
Or put upon you what reſtraint, and grievance,
The law (with all his might, to inforce it on)
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We'l give him cable.
Otb. Let him do his ſpite,
My ſervices which I have done the Signiory,
Shall out tongue his complaints, 'tis yet to know,
Which when I know that boaſting is an honour,
I lhall promulgate, I fetch my life and being
From men of royal height, and my demerrits,
May ſpeak unbonneted as proud a fortune
As this that I have reach'd; for know Jago.
But that I love the gentle Deſdemona,
I would not my unhouſed free condition,
Put into cicuuinſcription and confine
For the ſeas worth,
Enter Caſſio with lights Officers, and Torches.
But look what lights come yonder ?
Jag. Theſe are the raiſed Father and his friends,
You were beſt go in.
Oth. Not I, I muſt be found,
My parts, my Title, and my perfect ſoul,
Shall manifeſt my right by: is it they?
Fag. Janus I think no.
Oth. The Servants of the Duke, and my Lieutenant?
The goodneſs of the night upon you f-friends))
What is the news?
Caf. The Duke does greet you (General)
And he requires your hafte, poft-hafte appearance,
Even on the inſtant.
Oth. What's the matter think you?
Caf. Something from Cipres, as I may divine,
It is a buſineſs of ſome heat, the Galleys
Have fent adozen ſequent mefſengers
This very night one at anothers heels :
And many of the Conſuls rais'd and met,
Are at the Dukes already; you have been hotly calPd for,
When being not at your lodging to be found,
The Senate ſent above three ſeveral queſts
To ſearch you out.
Oth. 'Tis well I am found by you,
I will but ſpend a word here in the houſe, and go with you.
Caf. Ancient, what makes he here?
Ja. Faith he to night hath boarded a land Carriact,
If it prove lawful prize, he's made for ever.
Caf. I do not underſtand.
Ja. He's married.
Caf. To whom?
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Enter Brabantio, Roderigo, and others with Lights
and Weapons.
Ja. Marry to-Come Captain, will you go?
Oth. Ha'with you.
Caf. Here comes another troop to ſeek for you. .
Ja. It is Brabantio, General be advifd,
He comes to bad intent.
Oth. Holla, ſtand there.
Rod. Seignior it is the Moor.
Bra. Down with him thief..
Fag. You Roderigo, come Sir, I am for you.
Oth. Keep up your bright ſwords, for the dew will ruft em,
Good Seignior you ſhall more command with years
Then with your weapons.
Bra. O thou foul theef, where haft thou ftowed my daughter?
Damn'd as thou art, thou haft inchanted her,
For Ile refer me to all things of fenfe,
(If ſhe in chains of magick were not bound)
Whether a maid ſo tender, fair and happy,
So oppoſite to marriage that ſhe ſhund
The wealthy curled darlings of our Nation,
Would ever have (to incur a general mock)
Run from her gatdage to the footy boſome
Of fuch a thing as thou? to fear not to delight:
Judge me the world, if'tis not grofs in fenſe,
That thou haft practis'd on her with foul charms,
Abus'd her delicate youth with the drugs or minerals,
That weakens motion : Ile have't diſputed on
'Tis portable 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 warranta
Lay hold upon him, if he do refitt,
Subdue him at his peril.
Oth. 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?
Bra. To priſon, till fit time
Of Law, and courfe of direct Seſſion
Call thee to anſwer,
Oth. What if I do obey?
How may the Duke be therewith fatisfied,
Whoſe Meſſengers are here about my fide,
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Ilpon ſome preſent buſineſs of the State,
To bear me to him.
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Officer. Tis true moſt worthy Seignior,
The Duke's in Council, and your noble ſelf,
I am ſure is fent for.
Bra. How? the Duke in Council?
In this time of night? bring him away; coort tone
Mine's not an idle cauſe: the Duke himſelf,
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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,
BondNaves, and Pagans ſhall our Stateſmen be.
Exeunto
Enter Duke and Senators, ſet at a Table, with lights
and Attendants.
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Duke. There is no compoſition in theſe news,
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That gives them credit.
I Sena, Indeed they are diſproportioned,
My letters ſay, a hundred and ſeven Gallies,
Du. And mine a hundred and forty.al
2 Sen. And mine two hundred :
Buc though they jump not on a juſt account,
(As in theſe caſes, where they aim reports,
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"Tis oft with difference,) yet do they all confirm
A Turkiſh fleet, and bearing up to Cipres.
Du. Nay, it is poſſible enough to judgment:
I do not fo fecure me to the error,
But the main Article I do approve
In fearful fenſe
Enter a Meſenger.
One within. What ho, what ho, what ho?
Holaq baeoidetrog
Officer. A meſſenger from the Galleys,
Du. Now, the buſineſs?
Sailor. The Turkiſh preparation makes for Rbodes,
So was I bid report here to the State, by Seignior Angelo.
Du. How ſay you by this change?
Sena. This cannot be by no affay of reaſon-
"Tis a Pageant,
noord
To keep us in falſe gaze : when weconſider
The importancy of Ciprus to the Turk:
And let our ſelves again but underſtand,
That as it more concerns the Turk then Rhodes,
So may he with more facile queſtion bear it,
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For that it ftands not in ſuch warlike brace,
Who altogether lacks th’abilities
That Rhodes is dreft in: if we make thought of this, b.00
We muſt not think the Turk is ſo unskilful,
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Enter a 2d. Meſſenger.
To leave that lateſt which concerns him firſt;
Neglecting an attempt of eaſe and gain,
To wake and wage a danger profitleſs.
Du. Nay, in all confidence he's not for Rhodes,
Officer. Here is more news.
Mell. The Ottomites, reverend and gracious,
Steering with due courſe, toward the Iſle of Rbodes,
Have there enjoyned them with an after fleet.
1 Sena. I, ſo I thought, how many, as you gueſs
Meſ. Of 30 fail, and now they do reſtern
Their backward courſe, bearing with frank appearance
Their purpoſes towards Cyprus: Seignior Montano,
Your truſty and moſt valiant Servitor,
With his free duty recommends you thus.
And prays you to believe him.
Du. Tis certain then for Cyprus,
Marcus Luccicos is not he in town?
I Sena. He's now in Florence.
Du, Write from us to him poft, poft haft diſpatch.
Enter Brabantio, Othello, Roderigo, Jago, Caffio,
Deſdemona, and Officers.
1 Sena. Here comes Brabantio and the valiant Moore.
D1. Valiant Othello, we muft ftrait imploy you,
Againſt the general enemy Ottoman;
I did not ſee you, welcome gentle Seignior,
We lackt your counſel, and your help to night.
Bra. So did I yours, good your Grace pardon me
Neither my place, nor ought I heard of buſineſs
Hath rais’d me from my bed, not doth the general care
Take hold of me, for my particular grief,
Is of fo floodgate and ore-bearing nature,
That it engluts and ſwallows other ſorrows
And it is ſtill it ſelf.
Du. Why? whats the matter?
Bra. My daughter, O my Daughter.
Al. Dead ?
Bra. I to me:
She is abus'd, ſtoln from me and corrupted,
By ipels and medicines, bought of Mountebancks,
For nature ſo prepofterouſly to erre,
(Being not deficient, blind or lame of ſenſe,)
Sans witchcraft could not.
Du. Who ere he be, that in this foul proceeding
Hath thus beguild your daughter of her ſelf,)
And you of her, the bloody book of Law,
You

I.
O T H E L L 0,
You ſhall your ſelfread in the bitter letter,
After its own ſence, ye tho our proper ſon
Stood in your action.
Bra. Humbly I thank your Grace;
Here is the man, this Moor, whom now it ſeems
Your ſpecial Mandate, for the State affairs
Hath hither brought.
All
. We are very ſorry for't.
Du. What in your own part can you ſay to this?
Era. Nothing, but this is fo.
Oth. Molt potent,grave and reverend Seigniors,
My very noble and approv'd good Maſters:
That I have tane away this old mans daughter,
It is moſt true: true, I have married her,
The very head and front of my offending,
Hath this extent no more. Rude I am in my ſpeech,
And little bleft with the ſet phraſe of peace,
For fince theſe arms of mine had ſeven years pith,
Till now ſome nine moneths waſted, they have us'd
Their deareſt action in the tented field;
And little of this great world can I ſpeak,
More then pertains to feats of broyls, and battail,
And therefore little ihall I grace my cauſe,
In ſpeaking for my ſelf; yet by your gracious paticnce,
I would a round unraviſh'd tale deliver,
Of my whole courſe of love, what drugs, what charms,
What conjuration, what mighty magick,
(For ſuch proceedings am I charg’d withal :)
I won his Daughter.
Bra. A Maiden never bold,
Of ſpirit fo ftill and quiet, that her motion
Blunt at her ſelf: and ſhe in ſpight of nature,
Of years, of Country, credit, every thing,
To fall in love with what ſhe feard to look on ?
It is a judgment maim'd, and moſt imperfect,
That will confeſs, perfection ſo would erre
Againſt all rules of Nature, and muſt be driven
To find out practiſes of cunning hell,
Why this ſhould be, I therefore vouch again,
That with ſome mixtures powerful ore the blood,
Or with ſome dram conjur'd to this effect,
He wrought upon her.
Du. To vouch this is no proof,
Without more certain and more overt teſt,
Theſe are thin babits, and poor likelihoods, bladdy
Of modern ſeemings, you prefer againſt him.
i Sena. But Othello ſpeak,
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the Moor of Venice.
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Exeunt two or three.
Did you by indirect and forced courſes,
Subdue and poyfon this young Maids affections ?
Or came it by requeſt, and fuch fair queſtion,
As foul to foul affordeth?
Oth. I do befeech you,
Send for the Lady to the Sagittary,
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 fentence
Even fall upon my life.
Du. Fetch Deſdemona hither.
Oth. Ancient conduct them, you beſt know the place ;
And till the come, as truly as to heaven
I do confeſs the vices of my blood,
So juſtly to your grave ears Ile preſent,
How I did thrive in this fair Ladies love,
And ſhe in mine.
Du. Say it Othello.
Oth. Her Father loved me; oft invited me,
Still queſtioned me the ſtory of my life,
From year to year, the batiels, ſeiges, fortunes
That I have paft:
I ran it through, even from my boyiſh days,
Toth' very moment that he bid me tell it :
Wherein I ſpeak of moſt difaſtrous chances,
Of moving accidents, by flood and field;
Of hair-breadth ſcapes ith' imminent deadly breach ;
Of being taken by the inſolent fo,
And ſold to llavery; of my redemption thence,
And portance in my travels hiſtory;
Wherein of Antars vaſt, and Defarts idle,
Rough quaries, rocks and hils, whoſe heads touch heaven,
It was my hint to ſpeak, ſuch was my proceſs:
And of the Cannibals, that each other eat ;
The Anthropopbagie and men whoſe heads
Do grow beneath their ſhoulders: theſe to hear,
Would Deſdemona ſeriouſly incline ;
But ſtill the houſe affairs would draw her thence,
Which ever as ſhe could with hafte diſpatch,
Sheed compagain, and with a greedy car
Devour up my diſcourſe; which I obſerving,
Took once a plyant hour, and found good means
To draw from her a prayer of earneſt heart,
That I would all my pilgrimage dilate,
Whereof by parſels ſhe had ſomething heard,
But not intentively, I did conſent,
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And often did beguile her of her tears,
When I did ſpeak of ſome diſtreſsfull Aroak
That
my youth ſuffered: my ſtory being done;
She gave me for my pains a world of fighs ;
She ſwore I faith'twas ſtrange, 'twas palling ſtranges
'Twas pitiful, 'twas wondrous pitiful;
She wilht ſhe had not heard it, yet ſhe wiſht
That heaven had made her ſuch a man: ſhe thanked me,
And bad me if I had a friend that loved her,
I ſhould but teach him how to tell my ſtory,
And that would woe her. Upon this heat I fpake:
She lov'd me for the dangers I had paſt;
And I lov'd her that ſhe did pitty them,
This only is the witchcraft I have us’d:
Here comes the Lady,
Let her witneſs it.
Enter Deſdemona, Jago, and the reſt.
Du. I think this tale would win my Daughtor to;
Good Brabantis, take up this mangled matter at the beft,
Men do their broken weapons rather uſe,
Then their bare hands.
Bra. I pray you hear her ſpeak.
If ſhe confeſs that ſhe was half the wooer,
Deſtruction light on me, if my bad blame
Light on the man. Come hither gentle Miſtreſs :
Do you perceive in all this noble company,
Where moft 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 reípect you, you are the Lord of duty,
I am hitherto your daughter, But here's my husband:
And ſo much duty as my mother ſhewed
To you, preferring you before her father,
So much I challenge, that I may profeſs,
Due to the Moore my Lord.
Bra. God bu’y, I ha done:
Pleaſe it your Grace, on to the State affairs,
I had rather to adopt a child than get it ;
Come hither Moore:
I here do give thee that, with all my heart,
Which but thou haſt already, with all my heart
I would keep from thee: for your fake ( Jewel)
I am glad at ſoul, I have no other child,
For thy eſcape would teach me tyranny,
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To hang clogs on 'em, I have done my Lord.
Du. Let me ſpeak like your ſelf, and lay a fentence
Which as a greeſe or ſtep may help theſe lovers
Into your favour.
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 gon,
Is the next way to draw more miſchief on:
What cannot be preſerv'd when fortune takes,
Patience her injury a mockery makes.
The rob’d that ſmiles, ſteals ſomething from the thief,
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 he hears:
But he bears both the ſentence and the ſorrow,
That to pay grief, muft of poor patience borrow.
Theſe ſentences to ſugar, or to gall,
Being ſtrong on both ſides, are equivocal :
But words are words, I never yet did hear,
That the bruis'd heart was pierced through the ear.
Beſeech you now, to the affairs of the fate.
Du. The Turk with moſt mighty preparation makes for Cyprus : Othello,
the fortitude of the place is beſt known to you, and though we have there a
Subſtitute of moſt allowed ſufficiency, yet opinion, a ſovereign Miſtreſs of
effects, throws a more ſafer voice on you ; you muſt therefore be content to
flubber the gloſs of your new fortunes, with this more ftubborn and boiſte-
rous expedition.
Oth. The tyrant cuftom, moft grave Senators,
Hath made the flinty and fteel Cooch of war,
My thrice-driven bed of down: I do agnize
A natural and prompt alacrity,
I find in hardneſs and do undertake
This preſent war againſt the Ottomites :
Moſt humbly therefore, bending to your State,
I crave fit diſpoſition for my wife,
Due reference of place and exhibition,
With fuch accommodation and befort,
As levels with her breeding.
Du. If you pleaſe bee't at her fathers.
Bra. Ile not have it fo.
Oth. Nor I.
Deſ. Nor I, I would not there reſide,
To put my father in impatient thoughts,
By being in his eye: moft gracious Duke,
To my unfolding lend a gracious ear,
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OTHELLO,
And let me find a charter in your voyce,
T'affiſt my fimpleneſs.-
Du. What would you Deſdemona?
Deſ. That I did love the Moore to live with him,
My down right violence, and ſtorm of Fortunes,
May trumpet to the world; my hearts ſubdued,
Even to the very quality of my Lord :
I ſaw Othello's viſage in his minde,
And to his Honors, and his valiant parts
Did I my ſoul and fortunes conſecrate.
So that dear Lords, If I be left behinde,
A Moth of peace, and he goe to the warre,
The rites for which I love him, are bereft me,
And I a heavy interim fhall ſupport,
By his dear abſence ; let me goe with him.
Oth. Your voyces Lords: befeech you let 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
In my defunct, and proper ſatisfaction,
But to be free and bounteous to her mind,
And heaven defend your good fouls that you think
I will your ſerious and good buſineſs fcant,
For ſhe is with ine ; -no, when light wing'd toyes,
And feather'd Cupid foyls with wanton dulneſs,
My fpeculative and active inſtruments,
That my diſports, corrupt and taint my buſineſs,
Let hiuſwives make a Skellet of my Helm;
And all indigne and baſe adverſities,
Make head againſt my reputation,
Du. Be it, as you ſhall privately determine,
Either for her ſtay or going, the affair cryes haſte,
And ſpeed muſt anſwer, you muſt hence to night.
Def. To night my Lord ?
Du. This night. Oth, With all my heart.
Du. At nine i'th morning here we'l meet again.
Othello, leave ſome officer behind,
And he ſhall our Commiſſion bring to you,
With ſuch things elfe of quality and reſpect,
As doth import you.
Oth. Pleaſe your Grace, my Ancient,
A man he is of honeſty and truſt,
To his conveyance I alligne my wife,
With what elſe needfulyour good Grace hall think.
To be ſent after me.
Du. Let it be fo.
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Exeunt.
Good night to every one, and noble Seignior,
If virtue no delighted beauty lack,
Your Son in law is far more fair than black.
1 Send. Adieu brave Moore, uſe Deſdemona well.
Bra. Look to her Moore, if thou haft eyes to ſee.
She has deceiv'd her father, and may thee.
Oth. My life upon her faith. Honeſt Jago,
My Defdomona muſt I leave to thee,
I prethce let thy wife attend on her,
And bring her after in the beſt advantage;
Come Deſdemona, I have but an hour
Of love, of worldly matters and direction,
To ſpend with thee, we muſt obey the time.
Rod, Jago.
Exit Moore and Deſdemona.
Fag. What ſaift thou noble heart?
Rod. What will I do thinkſt thou ?
Fag. Why goe to bed and ſleep,
Rod. I will incontinently drown my ſelf.
Fag. Well, if thou doelt, I ſhall never love thee after it,
Why thou filly Gentleman.
Rod. It is fillineſs to live, when to live isa torment, and then we have a
preſcription, to dye when death is our Phyfitian.
Fag. O villanous, I ha look d upon the world for four times ſeven years,
and lince I could diſtingniſh between a benefit, and an injury, I never found a
man that knew how to love himſelf: ere I would ſay I would drown iny
felf, for the love of a Ginny Hen, I would change my humanity with a
Baboone.
Rod. What ſhould I doe? I confeſs it is my ſhame to be fo fond, but it is not
in my virtue to amend it.
Fag. Virtue, a fig, 'tis in our felves, that we are thus, or thus, our bodies
are gardens, to the which our wills are Gardiners, ſo that if we will plant
Nettles, or ſow Lettice, ſet Iſop, and weed up Time; ſupply it with one gen-
der of hearbs, or diſtract it with many ; either to have it fterrill with id leneſs,
or manur'd with induſtry, why the power, and corrigible Authorit of this,
lies in our wills. If the ballance of our lives had not one ſcale of reaſon, to
poyſe another of ſenſuality, the blood and baſeneſs of our natures,
would conduct us to moſt prepoſterous concluſions. But we have reaſon to
coole our raging motions, our carnal ftings, our unbitted luſts; where-
of I take this that you call love to be a Sect, or Syen.
Rod. It cannot be.
Jag. It is meerly a luft of the blood, and a permiſfion of the will ; Come,
be a man; drown thy ſelf; drowne Cats, and blinde Puppies: I profefs me thy
friend, and I confeſs me knit to thy deſerving, with Cables of perdurable
toughneſs; I could never better ſteed thee then now. Put money in thy
purſe ; follow theſe wars, defeat thy favour with an uſurp'd bcard ;
I ſay, put money in thy purfe. It cannot be, that Deſdemona ſhould
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long continue her love unto the Moor, put money in thy purfe ---
nor he his to her ; it was a violent commencement, and thou ſhalt fee an an-
ſwerable fequeſtration : put but money in thy purſe.
Theſe Moores are
changeable in their wills. -Fill thy purſe with money. The food that to him
now is as luſhious as Locuſts, ſhall be to him ſhortly as bitter as Coloquintida :
She muſt change for youth; when ſhe is ſated with his body, ſhe will find the
crror of her choice; the muſt have change, ſhe muſt. Therefore put money
in thy purſe: If thou wilt needs damn thy ſelf, do it a more dilicate way
then drowning; make all the money thou canſt. If ſanctimony, and a
frail vow, betwixt an erring Barbarian, and a ſuper-fubtle Venetian, be
not too hard for my wits, and all the tribe of hell, thou ſhalt enjoy her;
therefore make money,-- a pox a drowning, tis clean out of the way ; ſeek
thou rather to be hang'd in compaſſing thy joy, then to be drowned, and go
without her.
Rod. Wilt thou be faſt to my hopes, if I depend on the iſſue ?
Fag. Thou art ſure of me--go,
go, make money I have told thee of
ten, and I tell thee again, and again, I hate the Moor, my cauſe is hearted,
thine has no leſs reaſon, let us be conjunctive in our revenge againſt
him: If thou canſt cuckold him, thou doft thy ſelf a pleaſure, me a
ſport. There are many events in the womb of Time, which will be di-
livered. Traverſe, go, provide thy money, we will have more of this to
morrow, adicu.
Rod. Where ſhall we meet i'th' morning ?
Jag. At my lodging.
Rod, I'll be with thee betimes.
Fag. Go to, farewell :-do you hear Roderigo ?
Rod. What ſay yoa?
Fag, No more of drowning, do you hear?
Rod. I am chang'd, I'll go ſell all my land.
Exit Roderigo.
Jag. Thus do I ever make my fool my purſe:
For I mine own gain'd knowledge ſhould prophane
If I would time expend with ſuch a ſnip,
But for my fport and profit: I hate the Moor,
And it is thought abroad, that twixt my ſheets
Ha's done my Office; I know not if't be true
Yer I, for meer fufpition in that kind,
Will do, as if for furety: he holds me well,
The better ſhall my purpoſe work on him.
Caſio's a proper man, let me ſee now,
To get this place, and to plum up my will,
A double knavery-how, how - let me ſee,
After ſome time, to abuſe Othello's ear,
That he is too familiar with his wife :
He has a perſon and a ſmooth diſpoſe,
To be ſuſpected, fram'd to make woman falſe :
The Moor is of a free and open nature,
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That thinks men honeft, that but ſeems to be fo:
And will as tenderly be led bith' noſemas Aſſes are:-
Tha't, it is ingender'd: Hell and night. 07 Bolest
.Muſt bring this monſtrous birth to the worlds light. so bile Exit.
Actus Secundus, Scena prima.
Enter Montanio, Governour of Cyprus, with
two other Gentlemen,
Montanio.br
Hat from the Cape can you at Sea ?
i Gent. Nothing at all, it is a high wrought flood,
I cannot 'twixt the heaven and the main
Deſcry a fail.
Mon. Methinks the wind does ſpeak aloud at lands Somalt
A fuller blaft ne'r ſhook our battlements: Hours sorge
If it ha rufliand ſo upon the Sea,
What ribs of Oak, when mountain melt on them, som
stored
Can hold the morties -What ſhall we hear of this?
2 Gent. A fegregation of the Turkiſh fleetodei hollarda
For do but fand upon the foaming ſhore, ole pogee bns regalo
The chiding billows ſeems to pelt the clouds,
The wind ſhak'd ſurge, with high and monſtrous main
Seems to caſt water on the burning Bear,
And quench the guards of th’ever fired pole,
I never did like moleſtation view,
On the enchafed flood.
2012
Mon. If that the Turkiſh Fleet
Be not inſhelter'd, and embayed, they are drown'd,
It is impoſſible to bear it out.
Enter a third Gentleman.
3 Gent. News Lads, your wars are done:
The deſperate Terr:peſt hath ſo bang’d the Turk,
That their deſigment haults:
A noble ſhip of Venice,
Hath ſeen a grievous wrack and ſufferance
On moſt part of their Fleet.
Mon. How, is this true ?
3. Gent. The ſhip is here put in:
A Veroneſſa, Michael Caffio,
Lieutenant
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Lievtenent to the warlike Moor Othello,
Is come a ſhore: the Moor himſelf at Sea,
And is in full commiſſion here for Cyprus.
Mon. I am glad on't, 'tis a worthy Governour.
3. Gent. But this fame Cafzo, tho he ſpeak of comfort,
Touching the Turkiſh loſs, yet he looks fadly,
And prays the Moor be ſafe, for they were parted,
With foul and violent Tempeft.
Mon. Pray heaven he be:
For I have ſerv'd him, and the man commands
Like a full Soldier :
Lets to the ſea ſide, ho,
As well to ſee the Veffel that's come in;
As to throw out our eyes for brave Othello,
Even till we make the Main and th’Air all blew,
An indiſtinct regard.
3. Gent. Come, let's do ſo,
For every minute is expectancy
Of more arrivance.
Enter Callio.
Caf. Thanks to the valiant of this ifle,
That ſo approve the Moor, and let the heavens, con
Give him defence againſt their Elements
For I have loſt him on a dangerous ſea..
Mon. Is he well ſhipt? Selo
Caf. His Bark is-ſtoutly timberd, and is Pilot oligar
Of very expert and approv?d allowance,
Therefore my hope's (not ſurfeited to death)
oli
Stand in bold cure
Enter a Meffengers 1
Mėſ. A fail, a fail, a fail.
Caf. What noiſe?
Meſ. The Town is empty, on the brow o'th ſea, con
Stands rancks of people, and they cry a fail.
Gaf. My hopes do ſhape him for the Government.
2. Gent. They do diſcharge the ſhot of courteſie,
Our friend at leaſt.
Afhot
Caf.. I
pray you
fir
go
forth
And give us truth, who 'tis chat is arrivde.
2. Gent. I ſhall.
Mon. But good Lievtenant, is your General wiv'd? 25
Caſ. Moſt fortunately, he hath atchiv'd a maid,
That
parragons deſcription and wild fame;
One that excels the quisks of blaſoning pens;
And in the eſſential veſture of creation,
aut
Does bear an excellency: -now, who has put in?
Enter
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Enter 2 Gentleman.
2 Gent. 'Tis one Jago, Ancient to the General;
He has had moſt favourable and happy fpeed,
Tempeſts themſelves, high ſeas, and houling winds,
The guttered rocks, and congregated ſands,
Traitors enfteep'd, to clog the guiltleſs Keel,
As having ſenſe of beauty, do omit
Their common natures, letting go ſafely by
The divine Deſdemona.
Mon. What is ſhe?
Caf. She that I ſpeak of, our great Captains Captain,
Left in the conduct of the bold Jago,
Whoſe footing here anticipates our thoughts
A fennights ſpeed-great Jove Othello guard,
And ſwell his fail with thine. own powerful breath,
That he may bleſs this Bay with his tall fhip,
And ſwiftly come to Deſdemona's arms
Enter Deſdemona, Jago, Emilla, and Roderigo.
Give renew'd fire,
To our extincted ſpirits :
And bring all Cyprus comfort, behold
The riches of the ſhip is come on Chore.
Yemen of Cyprus, let her have your
knees:
Hail to the Lady: and the grace of heaven,
Before, behind thee, and on every hand,
Enwheel thee round.
Der. I thank you valiant Caffio:
What tidings can you tell me of my Lord?
Caf. He is not yet arrived, nor know I ought,
But that he's well
, and will be ſhortly here.
Def. O but I fear,--how loft you company?
Caf. The great contention of the ſea and skies
Parted our fellowſhip: but hark a fail.
2 Gent. They give their greeting to the Citadel,
This likewife is a friend.
Caſ. See for the news:
Good Ancient you are welcome, welcome Miſtreſs,
Let it not gall your patience, good fago,
That I extend my manners, "tis my breeding,
That gives me this bold fhew of courtefie.
Fag. Sir, would ſhe give you ſo much of her lips,
As of her tongue ſhe has
beftowed on me,
You'd have enough.
D 2
[within] A Sail a fail
.
Def.
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Deſ. Alas! ſhe has no ſpeech.
Jag. In faith too much:
I find it.fill, for when I ha leave to ſleep
Mary, before your Ladiſhip I grant,
She puts her tongue a little in her heart,
And chides with thinking.
Em. You ha little cauſe to ſay ſo.
Fag. Come on, come on, you are Pictures out of dores:-
Bells in your Parlors : Wild-cats in
Parlors : Wild-cats in your Kitchins:
Saints in your injuries : Divels being offended :
Players in your houſe-wifery; and houſe-wives in your beds.
Def. O fic upon thee flanderer.
Fag. Nay, it is true, or elſe I am a Turk,
You riſe to play, and goe to bed to work.
Em. You ſhall not write my praiſe.
Fag. No, let me not.
Deſ. What wouldſt thou write of me,
If thou ſhouldſt praiſe me?
Fag. O gentle Lady, do not put me to t;
For I am nothing, if not critical.
Deſ. Come on, aſſay-there's one gone to the Harbour
Jag. I Madam.
Deſ. I am not merry, but I do beguile
The thing I am, by ſeeming otherwiſe :
Come, how wouldft thou praiſe me ?
fag. I am about it, but indeed my invention
Comes from my pate, as birdlime does from freeze,
It plucks out braine and all: but my Muſe labours,
And thus ſhe is delivered :
If ſhe be fair and wiſe, fairneſs and wits-
The one's for uſe, the other uſeth it.
Binetaviorilnih
Deſ. Well prais'd : how if ſhe be black and witty? TODO
Jag. If the be black, and thereto have a wit, obsvit 1000
She'll find a white, that ſhall ber blackneſs fitas de
Def. Worſe and worſe.
Em. How if fair and fooliſhodom
Jag. She never yet was fooliſh, that was fair, ferid adot To Be
For even ber folly belpt her to an Heir. odio nisig ni il svig vet
Des. Theſe are old Paradoxes, to make fools laugh i'th Aichouſe ; What:
miſerable praiſe haft thou for her,
oli tola
That's foul and fooliſh?
o dost
Jag. There's none so foul, and fooliſh thereunto,
But does foul pranks, rohich fair and wife ones de altas y bay
Des. O heavy ignorance that praiſes the worf beft: but what praife could
thou beſtow on a. deſerving woman uindeed one, that in the authority
of, her merits, did juftly put on the vouch of very malice.it felf?s.
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the Moor of Venice.
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Jag. She that was ever fair, and never proud,
Had tongue at will, and yet was never loud,
Never lackt gold, and yet poent never gay,
Fled from her wiſs, and yet ſaid, now. I may:
She that being angred, ber revenge being nigh,
Bad her wrong ſtay, and her diſpleaſure flye
She that in wiſdome never was fo frail,
To change the Codſbead for the Šalmons tail :
She that could think, and ne’re diſcloſe ber mind,
See Sutors following, and not look behind :
She was a wight, (if ever ſuch wight weren)
Deſ. To do what?
Jag. To ſuckle fools, and chronicle ſmall Beere.
Deſ. O moit lame and impotent concluſion:
Do not learn of him Emillia, tho he be thy husband :
How ſayyou Caſto, is he not a mof prophane and liberal?
Counſellour.
Caf. He ſpeaks home Madam, you may relliſh him
More in the Souldier than in the Scholler.
Fag. He takes her by the palme; I well ſed, whiſper ; with as little a webb
as this, will I enſnare as great a fie as Cafe I ſmile upon her, doe : I will
catch you in your own Courtſhip: you ſay true, 'tis ſo indeed. If ſuch tricks
as theſe ſtrip you out of your Lieutenantry, it had been better you had not rift
your three fingers ſo oft, which now again, you are moſt apt to play the fir in a
very good well kiſt, and excellent courtefie; 'tis ſo indeed: yet again, your
fingers at your lips ? would they were Cliſterpipes for your fake. Thc
Moore, I know his Trumpet.
[Trumpet within..
Enter Othello, and Attendants. -
Caf. 'Tis truly fo.
Deſ. Lets meet him, and receive him.
Caf. Loe, where he comes.
fair Warriour.
Def. My dear Orhello.
Oth. It gives me wonder; great as my content,
To ſee you here before me : O my ſouls foy,
If after every tempeſt, come ſuch calmneſs,
May the winds blow, till they have wakened death 5
And let the labouring Bark clime hills of Seas,
Olympus high, and duck again as low,
As Hell's from Heaven ; If it were now to dye,,
"Twere now to be moſt happy, for I fear
My Soul hath her content ſo abſolute,
That not another comfort, like to this
Succeeds in unknown Fate.
Des. The Heavens forbid.
But that our loves and comforts ſhould increaſe,
Even as our dayes do grow.
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OTHELLO,
Oih. Amen to that, [weet Powers :
I cannot ſpeak enough of this content,
Ir tops me here, it is too much of joy:
And this, and this, the greateſt diſcord be, [kiſs.
That ere our hearts ſhould make.
Fag. O, you are well-tun'd now,
But l'le ſet down the pegs, that makes this muſick,
As honeſt as I am.
Oth. Come, let us to the Caſtle :
News friends, our wars are done, the Turks are drown'd.
How does my old acquaintance of this Iſle?
Honny, you ſhall be well defir’d in Cyprus ;
I have found great love amongſt them: O my ſweet:
1 prattle out of faſhion, and I dote,
In mine own comforts : I prethee good Jago,
Go to the Bay, and difimbark my Coffers ;
Bring thou the Maſter to the Citadel:
He is a good one, and his worthineſs,
Does challenge much reſpect, come Deſdemona.
Once more well met at Cyprus.
Exeunt.
Fag. Do thou meet me preſently at the Harbour : come hither, if thou beeft
valiant, ( as they ſay, baſe men being in love, have then a Nobility in their na-
tures, more than is native to them,)-liſt me, the Lieutenant to night watches
ou the Court of Guard : firft I will tell thee this, Deſdemona is directly in love
with him.
Rod. With him? why 'tis not poſſible,
Jag. Lay thy finger thus, and let thy Soul be inſtructed: marke me, with
what violence ſhe firſt lov'd the Mcore, but for bragging, and telling her fan-
taftical lies; and will ſhe love him ftill for prating? let not the diſcreet heart
think it. Her eye muſt be fed, and what delight ſhall ſhe have to look on the
Devil? When the blood is made dull with the act of ſport, there ſhould be a
game to inflame it, and give faciety a freſh appetite. Lovelineſs in favour, fym-
pathy in years, manners, and beauties; all which the Moore is defective in :
now for want of theſe rcquir'd conveniences, her delicate tenderneſs will find
its felf abus’d, begin to heave the gorge, diſreliſh and abhor the Moor, very na-
ture will inſtruct her to it, and compel her to ſome ſecond choice : Now Sir,
this granted, as it is moſt pregnant and unforced poſition, who frands ſo emi-
nently in the degree of this fortune, as Caſio does ? a knave very voluble, no
farther conſcionable, than in putting on the ineer form of civil and humane
fecming, for the better compalling of his ſalt and moſt hidden looſe affections :
A ſubtle ſlippery Knave, a finder out of occaſions ; that has an eye, can ſtamp
and counterfeit advantages, tho true advantage never preſent it felf. Beſides,
the Knave is handſome, young, and hath all thoſe requiſites in him that folly and
green minds look after: a peſtilent compleat knave, and the woman has found
him already.
Rod. I cannot believe that in her, ſhe's full of moſt bleſt condition.
Fag. Bleft figs end; the wine ſhe drinks is made of grapes: if ſhe had been
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bleſt, ſhe would never have lov’d the Moore, Didſt thou not ſee her paddle
with the palme of his hand ? didſt not marke that?
Rod. Yes, But that was but courtefie.
Jag. Lechery, by this hand ; an Index and obſcure prologue to the Hiſtory,
of luft and foul thoughts : they met ſo near with their lips, that their breaths
embrac'd together, villanous thoughts, when theſe mutualities fo mirthal the
way; hand at hand comes Roderigo, the matter, and the inain exerciſe, the in-
corporate conclufion. But Sir, be you ruld by me, I have brought you from
Venice; watch you to night, for command, l'le lay't upon you. Caſſio knows you
not, l’le not be far from you, do you find ſome occafion to anger Caffio, either
by ſpeaking too loud, or tainting his diſcipline, or from what other courſe you
pleaſe ; which the time (ball more favourable miniſter.
Rod. Well.
Fag. Sir he is raih, and very ſudden in choler, and haply with his Trunchen
may ſtrike at you ; provoke him that he may, for even out of that, will I cauſe
theſe of Cyprus to mutiny, whoſe qualification ſhall come into no true tafte
again't, but by the diſplanting of Caſio : So ſhall you have a ſhorter journey to
your defires, by the means I ſhall then have to prefer them, and the impedi-
ment moſt profitably remov?d, without which there were no expectation of our
proſperity.
Rod. I will do this, if I can bring it to any opportunity.
Jag. I warrant thee, meet me by and by at the Cittadel; I'muſt fetch his
neceſſaries a ſhore. Farewel.
Rod. Adieu.
Exit.
Jag. That Caffio loves her, I do well believe it ;
That ſhe loves him, 'tis apt and of great credit ;
The Moore howbe't, that I endure him not,
is of a conſtant, noble, loving nature ;
And I dare think, he'l prove to Deſdemona
A moſt dear Husband ; now I do love her too,
Not out of abſolute luft, (tho peradventure,
Iftand accomptant for as great a fin)
But partly lead to diet my revenge,
For that I do ſuſpect the luſtful Moore,
Hath leap'd into my ſeat, the thought whereof
Doth like a poyſonous Mineral gnaw niy
inwards s
And nothing can, nor ſhall content my Soul,
Till I am even’d with him, wife for wife ;
Or failing ſo, yet that I put the Moore,
At leaſt, into a jealoufie fo ftrong,
That judgement cannot cure ; which thing to do,
If this poor traſh of Venice, whom I trace,
For his quick hunting, ſtand the putting on,
l'le have our Michael Caffio on the hip;
Abuſe him to the Moore, in the ranke garbe,
(For I fear Caffio, with my night-cap to)
Make the Moore thank me, love me, and reward me,
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OTH E L L 0,
For making himn egregiouſly an Aſs,
And practiling upon his peace and quiet,
Even to madneſs :— tis here, but yet confus'd ;
Knareries plain face is never ſeen, till us d. Exi.
both
Enter Othello's Herauld, reading a Proclamation.
It is Othello's pleaſure, our noble and valiant General, that upon certain ti-
dings now arrived, importing the meer perdition of the Turkiſh Fleet; that e-
very man put himſelf into triumph ; fome to dance, fome make Bonefires : each
man to what ſport and Revels his addiction leads him for beſides theſe bene-
ficial News, it is the celebration of his Nuptials : So much was his pleaſure
ſhould be proclained. All Offices are open, and there is full liberty, from this
preſent hour of five, till the bell hath told eleven. Heaven bleſs the Hile of Cy-
pruts, and our noble General Othello,
Enter Othello, Caſſio, and Deſdemona.
Oth. Good Michael look you to the guard to night.
Lets teach our ſelves that honourable ſtop,
Not to out-ſport diſcretion.
Cal Jago hath direction what to do:
But notwithſtanding, with my perſonal eye
Will I look to it.
Oth. Jago is moſt honeftis swollavola
Michael.goodnight, to morrow with your earlieſt,
Let me have ſpeech with you, come my dear love,
The purchaſe made, the fruits are to enſue,
That profits yet to come 'twixt me and you,
Good night.
Enter Jago.
Caf. Welcome Fago, we muſt to the watch.
Fag. Not this hour Lieutenant, 'tis not yet ten a Clock : our General caft
thus carly for the love of his Deſdemona, who let us not therefore blame, he
hath not yet made wanton the night with her; and ſhe is ſport for Jove.
Caf. She is a moſt exquiſite Lady.
Jag, And I'le warrant her full of game.
Čaſ. Indeed ſhe is a moſt freſh and delicate creature.
Jag. What an eye ſhe has?
Methinks it ſounds a parly of provocation.
Caf. An inviting eye, and yet methinks right modeft.
Fag. And when the ſpeaks, 'tis an Alarm to love.
Caf. She is indeed perfection.
Fag. Well, happineſs to their ſheets come Lieutenant, I have a ſtope
of Wine, and here without are a brace of Cyprus Gallants that would fain have
a meaſure to the health of the black Othello.
Cafe
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Caf. Not to night, good Fago; I have very poor and unhappy brains for
drinking : I could well wiſh courtefie would invent ſome other cuſtome of en-
tertainment.
Fag. O they are our friends --but one cup: I'le drink for you.
Caf. I ha drunk but one cup tonight, and that was craftily qualified to, and
behold what innovation it makes here : I am unfortunate in the infirmity; and
dare not task my weakneſs with any more.
Fag. What man, 'tis a night of Revels, the Gallants defire it.
Caſ. Where are they?
Fag. Here at the dore, I pray you call them in.
Caf. I'le do't, but it diſlikes me.
Exit.
Fag. 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:—Nay my fick fool Roderigo,
(Whom love has turn'd almoſt the wrong ſide outward.)
To Deſdemona, hath to night carouſt.
Potations pottle deep, and he's to watch :
Three Lads of Cyprus, noble ſwelling fpirits,
That hold their honour in a wary diſtance,
The very Elements of this war-like Iſle,)
Havel to night Auftred with flowing cups,
And the watch too: now ʼmongſt this flock of drunkards, ,
I am to put our Caffio in ſome action,
bila
That may offend the Ifle Enter Montanio, Caffio,
But here they come:
and others.
If conſequence do but approve my dream,
My boat fails freely, both with wind and ſtream.
Caf. Fore God they have given me a roufe already.
Mon. Good faith a little one,not paft a pint,
As I am a Soldier.
Jag. Some wine hoe:
And let me the Cannikin clink, clink,
And let me the Cannikin clink, clink,
A Souldier's a man, a life's but a ſpan,
Why then let a Souldier drink.-Some wine boys.
Caf. Fore heaven an excellent ſong
Jag. I learn’d it in England, where indeed they are moſt potent in potting:
your Dane : your Germane, and your ſwag-bellied Hollander, (drink ho,) are
nothing to your Engliſh.
Caf. Is your Engliſh man fo exquiſite in his drinking?
Fag. Why, he drinks you with facillity, your Dane dead drunk : he ſweats
not to overthrow your Almain ; he gives your Hollander arvomit, ere the next
pottle can be fill'd
anoni as 10
Caf. To the health of our General.
Mon. I am for it Lieutenant, and I will do you juſtice.
Fag. O fweet England.
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Ring

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OTHELLO,
King Stephen was and a worthy Peer,
His breeebes coſt him but a Crown,
He held'em fix pence all to dear,
With that he calls the Taylor lowon s
He was a Wight of high Renown,
1. And thou art but of low degree,
'Tis pride that pulls the Country dovon,
Then take thine auld cloke about thee. Some wine bo.
Caf. why, this is a more exquiſite ſong than the other.
Jag. Will you hear't again.
Čaſ, No, for I hold him unworthy of his place, that does thoſe things well,
Haven's above all, and there be Souls that muſt be faved.
Fag. It is true good Lieutenant.
Caf. For mine own part, no offence to the General, nor any man of quali-
ty, I hope to be ſaved.
Jag. And fo do I Lieutenant,
Caf. I, but by your leave, not before me; the Lieutenant is to be faved be-
fore the Ancient, Let's ha no more of this, let's to our affairs : forgive us our
fis: Gentlemen, let's look to our bufineſs: do not think Gentlemen I am
drunk, this is my Ancient, this is my right hand, and this is my left hand : Iana
not drunk
now, I can ſtand well enough, and ſpeak well enough.
All. Excellent well.
Caf. Why very well then: you muſt not think then that I am drunk. [Exit
,
Mon. To the platforin Maſters. Come let's ſet the watch.
Jag. You ſee this fellow that is gone before,
He is a Souldier fit to ſtand by Cæſar,
And give direction: and do but ſee his vice ;
?Tis to his virtue, a juft equinox,
The one as long as th’other : 'tis pity of him,
I fear the truſt, Othello put him in,
On ſome odd time of his infirmity,
so ga
Will fhake this Iſland.
Mon. But is he often thus.
Jag. 'Tis evermore the Prologue to his ſleep.
He'll watch the horolodge a double fet,
If drink rock not his cradle.
Mon. 'Twere well the General were put in mind of it,
Perhaps he fees it not, or his good nature
Bonusovod 2011
Praiſes the virtue that appears in Caffio, ali bit
And looks not on his evils: is not this true? 107 1
Jag, How now Roderigo,
Enter Roderigo
I pray you after the Lieutenant go
Exit Rod.
Mon. And 'tis great pity that the noble Moore winib
Should hazard ſuch a place, as his own ſecond. Ode to word voor
Si no son
With one of an ingraft infirmity :
le were an honeſt action to ſay ſo to the Moore. Somo lo dilo
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fag. Not I, for this fair Ifand:
I do love Caffio well, and would do much, Help, Help, within.
To cure him of this evil : but hark, what noiſe.
Enter Callio, driving in Roderigo.
your
Caf. You rogue, you raſcall. .
Mon. What's the matter Lieutenant?
Caf. A knave, teach me my duty: but I'le beat the knave into a wicker
bottle.
Rod. Beat me?
Caf. Doſt thou prate rogue ?
Mon. Good Lieutenant ; pray Sir hold hand.
Caf. Let me go Sir, or I'll knock you o're the mazzard.
Mon. Come, come, you are drunk.
Caf. Drunk?
[they fight.
Fag. Away I ſay, go out, and cry a mutiny.
Exit Rod.
Nay good Lieutenant :God's-will Gentlemen,
Help ho, Lieutenant : Sir, Montanio, Sir,
Help Mafters, here's a goodly watch indeed:
Who's that that rings the Bell & Diablo-ho,
The Town will riſe, fie, fie, Lieutenant hold,
You will be 'ſham'd for ever.
A bel rings
Enter Othello, and Gentlemen with weapons bolets
aliahidi
Oth. What's the matter here?
Mon. I bleed ſtill, I am hurt to the death. [he faints.
Oth. Hold for your lives.
Jag. Hold, hold Lieutenant, Sir Montanio, Gentlemen,
Have you forgot all place of fence and duty :
Hold the General ſpeaks to you ; hold, hold, for ſhame.
qoq ol: :
Oth. Why how now ho, from whence ariſes this?
Are we turn'd Turks, and to our felves do that,
Which Heaven has forbid the Ottamites :
For Chriftian fhame, put by this barbarous brawle;
He that ſtirs next, to carve for his own rage,
Holds his foul light, he dyes upon his motion :
Silence that dreadful Bell, it frights the Iſle
doo
From her propriety : what's the matter maſters ?
Honeſt Jago, that looks dead with grieving,
Speak, who began this, on thy love I charge thee.
Jag. I do not know, friends all but now, even now,
In quarter, and in terms, like bride and groom,
Diveſting them to bed, and then but now,
(As if ſome Planet had unwitted men,)
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Swords
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OTH ELLO,

Swords out and tilting one at others breaſt,
In oppofition bloody. I cannot ſpeak
Any beginning to this peeviſh odds ;
And would in action glorious, I had loſt
Thoſe legs, that brought me to a part of it.
Oth. How came it Michael, you were thus forgot?
Caf. I pray you pardon me, I cannot ſpeak.
Oth, Worthy Montanio, you were wont to be civil,
The gravity and ſtilneſs of your youth
The world hath noted, and your name is great,
In mouths of wiſeft.cenſure. What's the matter
That you unlace your reputation thus,
And ſpend your rich opinion, for the name
Of a night brawler? give me anſwer to't?
Mon. Worthy Orbello, I am hurt to danger,
Your Officer Jago can inform you,
While I ſpare ſpeech, which ſomething now offends me,
Of all that I do know, nor know I ought
By me, that's ſaid or done amiſs this night ;
Unleſs ſelf-charity be ſometime a vice,
And to defend our ſelves it be a fin,
When violence affayls us.
Oth. Now by Heaven
My blood begins my ſafer guides torule,
And paffion having my beſt judgement coold;
Affayes to lead the way: If once Iftir,
Or do but lift this Arm the beſt of you
Shall ſink in my rebuke: give me to know
How this foul rout began, who ſet it on,
And he that is approv'd in this offence;
Tho he had twinn’d with me, both at a birth,
Shall loſe me; what, in a Town of war,
Yet wild, the peoples hearts brim full of fear, Bora
To mannage private and domeſtick quarrels, mood wp with
In night, and on the Court and guard of ſafety ?
'Tis monſtrous. Fago, who began?
Mon. If partiality aſſign'd; or league in office
Thou doelt deliver more or leſs than truth, I VIRUS
Thou art no Souldier..
at croqu2013 do
Fag. Touch me not ſo near,
I had rather ha? this tongue out of my mouthy,
Then it ſhould do offence to Micbael Cafio;
Yet I perſwade my ſelf to ſpeak the truth.
Shall nothing wrong him. Thus it is General: bud vun 1000
Montanio and my ſelf being in ſpeech,
mobi
There comes a fellow, crying out for help,
ne bonne chiavi
And Caſio following him with determind (word, bar)
To
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o
To execute upon him: Sir this Gentleman
Steps into Caffio, and intreats his pauſe;
My ſelf the crying fellow did purſue,
Left by his clamor, as it fo fellout,
The Town might fall in fright: he ſwift of foot,
Out-ran my purpoſe ; and I return the rather,
For that I heard the clink and fall of ſwords;
And Caſio high in oath, which tillto night,
I ne’re might
ſay before : when I came back,
For this was brief, I found them cloſe together,
At blow and thruſt, even as agen they were,
When you your ſelf did part them.
More of this matter can I not report,
But men are men, the beſt ſometimes forget ::
Tho Caffio did ſome little wrong to him,
As men in rage ſtrike thoſe that wiſh them beſt ;
Yet ſurely Caſio, I believe receiv'd
From him that fied, ſome ftrange indignity,
Which patience could not paſs.
Oth. I know Jago,
Thy honeſty and love doth mince this matter,
Making it light to Caffio:Caffio, I love thee,
But never more be Officer of mine.
Look if my gentle love be not rais'd up:
Scobs
Enter Deſdemona, with others. .
I'le make thee an example.
Def. What's the matter?
Oth. All's well now ſweeting:
Come away to bed: Sir, for your hurts;
My felfwill be your Surgeon ; lead him off ;
Jago, look with care about the Town,
And ſilence thoſe whom this vile braul diſtracted..
Come Deſdemona, 'tis the Souldiers life,
To have their balmy ſlumbers wak’d with ſtrife,
Jag. What, are you hurt Lieutenant?
Exit Moor, Deſdemona, and Attendants:
Caf. I, paft all Surgery.
Fag. Marry Heaven forbid.
Caſ. Reputation, reputation, hó I loſt my reputations.
I ha loft the immortal part Sir of my ſelf,
And what remains is beſtial, my reputation,
Fago, my reputation
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O T H E L L 0,
Jag. As I am an honeſt man, I thought you had receiv'd ſome bodily
wound, there is more offence in that, then in Reputation: reputation is an
idle and moſt falſe impoſition, oft got without merit, and loft without de-
ſerving: You have loſt no reputation at all, unleſs you repute your ſelf ſuch a
lofer; what man, there are ways to recover the General agen: you are but
n w caſt in his mood, a puniſhment more in policy, then in malice, even ſo,
as one would beat his offenceleſs dog, to affright an imperious Lion : fue to
him again, andhe's yours.
Caf. I will rather ſue to be deſpis'd, then to deceive ſo good a Commander,
wich ſo light, ſo drunken, and diſcreet an Officer. Drunk? and ſpeak parrat?
and ſquabble, ſwagger, ſwear? and diſcourſe fuftian with ones one ſhaddow,
O thou inviſible fpirit of wine, if thou hafte no name to be known by, ler
us cail thee Devil.
Fag. What was he that you followed with your ſword?
What had he done to you?
Caſ. I know not.
Jag. Is’t poſſible?
Caf. I remember a maſs of things, but nothing diſtinctly; a quarrel, bat
nothing wherefore. O that men ſhould put an enemy in their mouths, to
ſteal away their brains ; that we ſhould with joy revel, pleaſure, and applauſe,
transform our felves into beafts.
Jag. Why, but you are now well enough: how came you thus recovered?
Caſ. It hath pleas'd the devil drunkenneſs, to give place to the devil
wrath; one unperfectneſs ſhews me another, to make me frankly deſpiſe
my ſelf.
Jag. Come, you are too ſevere a morraler ; as the time, the place, the con-
dition of this Country ſtands, I could heartily wiſh, this had not ſo befaln ;
but fince it is as it is, mend it for your own good.
Caſ. I will ask him for my place again, he ſhall tell me I am a drunkard :
had l as many mouths as Hydra, ſuch an anſwer would ſtop 'em all; to be now
a ſenſible man, by and by a fool, and preſently a beaf: every inordinate cup
is unbleft, and the ingredience is a devil.
Fag. Come, come, good wine is a good familiar creature, if it be well us’d;
exclaim no more againſt it ; and good Lievtenant, I think you think I love
you.
Caf. I have well approv'd it Sir, I drunk?
Jag. You, or any man living may be drunk at ſome time man: Ple tell
you what you ſhall do, our Generals wife is now the General; I may ſay
f5 in this reſpect, for that he has devoted and given up himſelf to the contem-
plation, mark and devotement of her parts and graces. Confeffe
your
ſelf
freely' to her, importune her, ſhe'll help to put you into your place again :
the is ſo free, fo kind, fo apt fo bleſſed a diſpoſition, that ſhe holds it a
vice in her goodneſs, not to do more than ſhe is requeſted. This broken
joynt between you and her husband, intreat her to ſplinter, and my fortunes
againſt any lay, worth naming, this crack of your love ſhall grow ſtronger
then 'twas before.
Caf. You adviſe me well.
Fag.
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Fag. I proteſt in the fincerity of love and honeſt kindneſs.
Caſ. I think it freely, and betimes in the morning, will I beſeech the ver-
tuous Deſdemona, to undertake for me ; I am deſperate of my fertuncs, if they
check me here.
Jag. You are in the right :
Good night Lieutenant, I mult to the watch.
Caf. Good night honeft Fago.
Exit.
Fag. And what's he then, that fays I play the villain,
When this advice is free I give, and honeſt,
Probal to thinking, and indeed the courfe;
To win the Moor agen? For 'tis moft cafie
The inclining Deſdemona to ſubdue,
In any honeſt ſuit ſhe's fram'd as fruitful;
As the free Eleinents: and then for her
To win the Moor, wer't to renounce his baptiſm;
All ſeals and ſymbols of redeemed fin,
His foul is fo infetter'd to her love,
That ſhe may make, unmake, do what ſhe lift,
Even as her appetite ſhall play the god
With his weak function: how am I then a villain,
To counſel Caſſio to this parrallel courſe,
Directly to his good? divinity of hell,
When devils will their blackeſt fins put on,
They do ſuggeſt
' at firſt with heavenly fhews-
As I do now; for whilſt this honeſt fool
Plys Defdemona to repair his fortunes,
And ſhe for him, pleads ſtrongly to the Moor ;;
I'le pour this peltilence into his ear,
That he repeals him for her bodies luſt;
And by how much ſhe ftrives to do him goody
She ſhall undo her credit with the Moor;
So will I turn her vertue into pitch,
And out of her own goodneſs, make the net
That ſhall enmeſh them all:
Enter Roderigo.
how now Roderigo ?
Rod: I do follow here in the chaſe, not like a hound that hunts, but one that
fills
up the cry: my money is almoſt ſpent, I ha been to night exceedingly
well cudgellid; I think the iſſue will be, I ſhall have ſo much experi-
ence for my pains, and ſo no money at all, and with a little more wit re-
turn to Venice.
Fag. How poor are they, that have not patience?
What wound did ever heal but by degrees?
Thou knoweft we work by wit, and not by witchcraft;
And wit depends on dilatory time.
Does not go well? Caffio has beaten thee,
And thou, by that ſmall hurt, hath caſheir'd Cafio,
Tho other things grow fair againſt the fun,
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Yet fruits that bloffom firſt, will firſt be ripe ;
Content thy ſelf a while; by 'th' maſs 'tis morning ;
Pleaſure, and action, make the hours ſeem Chort:
Retire thee, go where thou art billit ted;
Away I ſay, thou ſhalt know more hereafter:
Nay get thee gon: Some things are to be done,
My wife muſt move for Caſio to her Miſtreſs,
I'le fet her on.
My felf a while, to draw the Moor apart,
And bring him
jump, when he may Caffio find,
Solliciting his wife: I, that's the way,
Dull not deviſe by coldneſs and delay.
Exeuni
A&tus Tertius. Scoena prima.
Enter Caffio, with Muſicians.
Cas.
Afters play here, I will content your pains,
MAS
Something that's brief,and bid goodmorrow General.
They play, and enter the Clown.
Cto. Why Maſters, ha your Inſtruments been at Naples, that they ſpeak ith
noſe thus?
Boy. How Sir, how?
Clo. Are theſe I pray,callid wind Inftruments?
Boy. I marry are they Sir.
Clo. O, thereby hangs a tail.
Boy. Whereby hangs a tail Sir?
Cio. Marry Sir, by many a wind Inſtrument that I know. But Mafters,
her's money for you, and the General ſo likes your muſick, that he defires you
for loves fake, to make no more noiſe with it.
Boy. Well Sir, we will not.
Clo. If you have any muſick that may not be heard, to't again; but as they
fay, to hear muſick, the General does not greatly care.
Bay. We ha none fuch Sir.
Clo. Then put your pipes in your bag, for I'le away ; go vaniſh into air,
away.
Caf. Doſt thou hear my honeſt friend?
Clo. No, I hear not your honeſt friend, I hear you.
Caf. Prethee keep up thy quallets, there's a poor piece of gold for thee. If
the Gentlewoman that attends the Generals wife be ſtirring, tell her there's one
Caffio, entreats her a little favour of ſpeech-wilt thou do this?
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Clo. She is ſtirring Sir, if ſhe will ftir hither, I ſhall ſeem to notifie unto
her.
Enter Jago.
Caf. Do good my friend : In happy time Jago. Exit Clown.
Jag. You ha not been abed then.
Caſ. Why no, the day had broke before we parted:
I ha made bold Jago to ſend in to your wife,--my fuit to her,
Is, that ſhe will to vertuous Deſdemona
Procure me ſome acceſs.
Jag. l'le ſend her to you preſently,
And Ile deviſe a mean to draw the Moor
Out of the way, that your converſe and buſineſs
May be more free.
Exit.
Caf. I humbly thank you for’t : I never knew
A Florentine more kind and honeſt.
Enter Emillia.
Em. Goodmorrow good Lievtenant, I am forry
For your diſpleaſure, but all will ſoon be well,
The General and his wife are talking of it,
And ſhe ſpeaks for you ſtoutly: the Moore replies,
That he you hurt is of great fame in Cyprus,
And great affinity, and that in wholſome wiſdom,
He might not but refuſe: but he proteſts he loves you,
And needs no other futor but his likings,
To take the ſafeſt occafion by the front,
To bring you in again.
Caf. Yet I beſeech you,
If you think fit, or that it may be done,
Give me advantage of ſome brief diſcourſe
With Deſdemona alone.
Em. Pray you come in,
I will beſtow you where you ſhall have time,
To ſpeak your boſome freely.
Caf. I am much bound to you.
Exeunt.
Enter Othello, Jago, and other Gentlemen.
Oth. Theſe letters give Jago to the Pilate,
And by him do my duties to the State ;
That done, I will be walking to the works,
Repair there to me.
Jag. Well my good Lord, I'le do't,
Oth. This fortification Gentlemen, ſhall we fee't?
Gent. We wait upon your Lordfhip.
Exeune.
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Enter Deſdemona, Caflio and Emillia.
Deſ. Be thou aſſur'd good Caffio, I will do
All
my abilities in thy behalf.
Em. Good Madam do, I know it grieves my Husband,
As if the caſe were his.
Def. O that's an honeſt fellow:-do not doubt Cafzo,
But I will have my Lord and you again,
As friendly as you were.
Caſ. Bounteous Madam,
What ever ſhall become of Michael Caffio,
He's never any thing but your true ſervant..
Deſ O Sir, I thank you, you do love
my
Lord':
You have known him long, and be you well aſſur’d,
He ſhall in ſtrangeſt, ſtand no farther off,
Then in a politick diſtance.
Caf. I but Lady
That policy may either laſt ſo long;
Or feed upon ſuch nice and wateriſh diety
Or breed it ſelf, ſo out of circumſtance,
That I being abſent, and my place fupplied,
My General will forget my love and ſervice.
Def. Do not doubt thatz before Emillia here,
I give thee warrant of thy place : affure, thee,
If I do vow. a friendſhip, I'le perform it,
To the laſt Article : my Lord ſhall never reft,
I'le watch him tame, and talk him out of patience
His bed ſhall ſeem a School, his boord a fhrift,
l'le intermingle every thing he does,
With Caſio's ſuit; therefore be merry Caffic,
For thy Soliciter ſhall rather die,
Then give thy cauſe away. e dodao
Enter Othello, :Jago, and Gentlemento
Em. Madam, here comes my Lord.
Caf. Madam I'le take my leave.
Deſ. Nay ſlay, and hear me ſpeak. ist oli
osviado
Caf. Madanı not now, I am very illateaſe, 1200 m od
Vntit for mine own purpoſe.
Deſ. Well, do your diſcretior...
Exit Caflios
Fag. Ha, I like not that.
Orb. What dot thou ſay? I can
Fag: Nothing my Lord, or if, -I know not whata.com
Oth. Was not that Caffió parted from my wife?
Jag, Caffio my Lord?- no fure, I cannot think it,
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That he would ſteal away ſo guilty-like,
Seeing you coming
Oth. I do believe 'twas he.
Deſ. How now my Lord,
I have been talking with a Suitor here,
A man that languiſhes in your diſpleaſure.
Oth. Who i'lt you mean?
Deſ. Why your Lieutenant Caffio, good my Lord,
If I have any grace or power to move you,
His preſent reconciliation take:
For if he be not one that truly loves you,
That errs in ignorance, and not in cunning,
I have no judgment in an honeſt face,
I prithee call him back.
Oth, Went he hence now?
Des. Yes faith, fo humbled,
That he has left part of his griefs with me,
To ſuffer with him; good Love call him back.
Oih. Not now ſweet Defderron, ſome other time.
Des. But ſhall't be ſhortly?
Oth. The ſooner ſweet for you.
Def. Shallt be to night at Supper?
Oth. No, not to night.
Deſ. To morrow dinner then?
Oth. I ſhall not dine at home,
I meet the Captains at the Cittadel:
Deſ. Why then tomorrow night, or Tueſday morn,
On Tueſday morn, or night, or Wedneſday morn,
I prithee name the time, but let it not
Exceed three dayes: faith he's penitent.
And yet his treſpaſs in our common reafon,
(Save that they ſay, the wars muſt make examples,
Out of her beft) is not almoſt a fault,
To incurra private check : when fhall he come?
Tell me Othello : I wonder in my ſoul
What you could ask me, that I ſhould deny?
Or ftand ſo mamm'ring on ? What Michael Caſſio?
That came a wooing with you, and ſo many a time
When I have ſpoke of you diſpraiſingly,
Hath tane your part, to have ſo much to do
To bring him in? Truſt me, I could do much,
Oth. Prithee no more, let him come when he will,
I will deny thee nothing.
Deſ. Why this is not a boon
Tis as I ſhould intreat you wear your gloves:
Or feed on nouriſhing diſhes, or keep you warm.
Or fue to you, to do a peculiar profit
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To your own perſon : nay, when I have a ſuit,
Wherein I rnean to touch your love indeed,
It ſhall be full of poiſe and difficult weight,
And fearful to be granted.
Oth. I will deny thee nothing,
Whereon I do befeech thee grant me this,
To leave me but a little to my ſelf.
Def. ſhall I deny you? no, farewel my Lord.
Oth. Farewel my Deſdemona, I'le come to thee ſtraight
Def. Emillia, come, be it as your fancies teach you,
What ere you be I am obedient. Exeunt Def. and Em..
Oth. Excellent wretch, perdition catch my ſoul,
But I do love thee, and when I love thee not..
Chaos is come again.
Jag. My noble Lord.
Oth. What doft thou ſay Fago?
Jag. Did Michael Caſſio when you wooed my Lady,
Know of your love?
Oth. He did from firſt to laſt :-Why doſt thou ask?
Jag. but for a fatisfaction of my thought,
No further harm.
Oth. Why of thy thought ago?
Jag. I did not think he had been acquainted with her.
Orh. O yes, and went between us very oft.
Jag. Indeed?
Oth. Indeed? I indeed, deſern'ſt thou ought in that?
Is he not honeft ?
Jag. Honeſt my Lord ? Oth. Honeſt ? I honeſt,
Jag. My Lord, for ought I know,
Oth. What doſt thou think?
Jag. Think my Lord ?
Oth. Think my Lord ? why doft thou eccho me,
As if there were fome monſter in thy thought,
Too hidious to be ſhown: Thou doft mean ſomething...
I heard thee fay but now, thou lik’ſt not that?
When Caſio left my wife: what did it not like?
And when I told thee, he was of my counſel,
In my whole courſe of woing thou cri’dt indeed ?
And did it contract, and purſe thy brow together,
As if thou then hadft ſhut up in thy brain,
Some horrible conceit: If thou doft love me,
Shew me thy thought.
Jag. My Lord you know I love you.
Oth. I think thou doft,
And for I know, thou art full of love and honeſty,
And weigheſt thy words, before thou giv'l 'em breathi,
Therefore theſe flops of thine fright me the more »
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For ſuch things in a falſe diſloyal Knave,
Are tricks of cuſtome; but in a man that's juſt,
They are cloſe dilations, working from the heart,
That pallion cannot rule.
Fag. For Michael Caſſio,
I dare be fworn, I think that he is honeft.
Oth. I think ſo too
Fag. Men ſhould be what they ſeem,
Or thoſe that be not, would they might ſeem none.
Oth. Certain, men ſhould be what they ſeem,
Jag. Why then I think Caſſzo's an honeſt man.
Oth. Nay, yet there's more in this,
I prethee ſpeak to me, as to thy thinkings.
As thou doft ruminate, and give thy worſt of thoughts,
The worſt of words.
Jag. Good my Lord pardon me;
Though I am bound to every act of duty,
I am not bound to that all ſlaves are free too,
lleter my thoughts: Why, ſay they are vile and falſe :
As where's that Pallace, whereinto foul things
Sometimes intrude not? Who has a breaſt ſo pure,
But ſome uncleanly apprehenſions
Keep Leets and Law-dayes, and in Seffion fit
With meditations lawful?
Oth. Thou doft conſpire againſt thy friend Jago,
If thou but thinkeſt him wrong’d, and makeft his ears
A ftranger to thy thoughts.
Fag. I do beſeech you,
Though I perchance am vicious in my gheſs,
(As I confeſs it is my natures plague,
To ſpy into abuſes, and oft my jealouſie
Shapes faults that are not :) that your wiſdome yet;
From one that ſo imperfectly conceits, foi vida
Would take no notice, nor build your ſelf a trouble
Out of my ſcattering and unſure obſervance ;
It were not for your quiet, nor your good,
Nor for my manhood, honeſty, or wiſdome,
To let you know my thoughts.
Oth. What doft thou mean?
Jag. Good name in man and woman (dear my Lord)
Is the immediate Jewel of our Souls:
Who ſteals my purſe, fteals traſh, 'tis ſomething, nothing,
'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been ſlave to thouſands :
But he that filches from me my good name,
Robs me of that which not inriches him,
And makes me poor indeed,
Otb.. I'll know thy thoughes.
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Fag. You cannot, if my heart were in your hand,
Nor ſhall not, whilft'tis in my cuſtody.
Oth. Ha?
Jag. O beware (my Lord) of jealouſie ;
It is a green ey'd monſter, which doth mock
The meat it feeds on, That Cuckold lives in bliſs,
who certain of his fate, loves not his wronger:
But oh, what damned minutos tells he ore,
Who dotes, yet doubts, ſuſpe&s, yet ſtrongly loves.
Oth. O miſery
Fag. Poor and content is rich, and rich enough,
But riches fineleſs, is as poor as winter,
To him that even fears he ſhall be poor :
Good Heaven, the Souls of all my Tribe defend
From jealoufie.
Oth. Why, why is this?
Thinkft thou l’de make a life of jealouſie ?
To follow ſtill the changes of the Moon
With freſli fufpitions ? No, to be once in doubt,
Is once to be reſolv'd : exchange me for a Goat,
When I ſhall turn the buſineſs of my Soul
To ſuch exuftlicate, and blown ſurmiſes,
Matching thy inference : 'tis not to make me jealous,
To ſay my wife is fair, feeds well, loves company,
Is free of ſpeech, fings, plays, and dances well ;
Where virtue is, theſe are more virtuous :
Nor from inine own weak merits will draw
The ſmalleſt fear, or doubt of her revolt,
For ſhe had eyes, and choſen me: no Jago,
l'le fee before I doubt, when I doubt, prove ;
And on the proof, there is no more but this,
Away at once with love and jealouſie
Fag. I am glad of it, for now I ſhall have reaſon
To ſhow the love and duty that I bear you,
With franker ſpirit: therefore as I am bound,
Receive it from me: I ſpeak not yet of proof,
Look to your wife, obſerve her well with Caſio ;
Wear your eye thus, not jealous, nor ſecure,
I would not have your free and noble nature,
Out of ſelf-bounty be abus’d, look too't :
i know our Country diſpofition well,
In Venice they do let Heaven ſee the pranks,
They dare not ſhew their husbands : their beſt conſcience
Is not to leave't undone, but keep't unknown.
Oth. Doft thou ſay ſo?
fag. She did deceive her father marrying you:
And when ſhe ſeem'd to ſhake and fear your looks,
She lov'd them molt.
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my Lord.
Oth. And ſo ſhe did.
fag. Why go too then,
She that ſo young, could give out fuch a ſeeming,
To ſeal her fathers eyes up, cloſe as Oak,
He thought 'twas witchcraft ; but I am much too blame;
I humbly do beſeech you of your pardon,
Eor too much loving you.
Oth. I am bound to thee for ever.
Jag. I ſee this hath a little daſht your Spirits.
Oth. Not a jot, not a jot.
Fag. Truſt me, I fear it has.
I hope you will conſider whac is ſpoke,
Comes from my love : but I do ſee you are mov'd,
I am to pray
you, not to ſtrain my ſpeech
To groſſer iſſues, nor to larger reach,
Then to fufpition.
Oth. I will not.
fag. Should you do ſo
My ſpeech ſhould fall into ſuch vile ſucceſs,
As my thoughts aim not at: Caffio's my worthy friend:
My Lord, I ſee you are mov'd.
Oth. No, not much mor'd,
I do not think but Deſdemona's honeft.
Fag. Long live ſhe fo, and long live you to think fo.
Oth. And yet how nature erring from it ſelf.
Jag. I, there's the point : as to be bold with you,
Not to affect many propoſed matches,
Of her own clime, complexion, and degree;
Whereto we fee in all things nature tends ;
Fie we may ſmellin ſuch a will moft rank,
Foul diſproportion, thoughts unnatural..
But pardon me:I do not in pofition,
Diſtinctly ſpeak of her, tho I may fear
Her will recoyling to her better Judgment,
May fall to match you with her country forms,
And happily repent.
Oth. Farewel, if more
Thou doſt perceive, let me know more, fet on:
Thy wife to obſerve : leave me fago.
Jag. My Lord I take
my
leave.
Oth, Why did I marry? This honeft creature doubtlefs-
Sees, and knows more, much more than he unfolds.
Fag. My Lord, I would I might intreat your honourg,
To ſcan this thing no farther, leave it to time,
And though 'tis fit that Caſio have his place,
(For ſure he fills it up with great ability,)
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You ſhall by that, perceive him and his means ;
Note if your Lady ftrain her entertainment,
With any ſtrong or vehement importunity,
Much will be ſeen in that, in the mean time,
Lct me be thought too buſie in my fears,
1 As worthy cauſe I have, to fear I am :)
And hold her free, I do beſeech your honour.
Oth. Fear not my government.
Fag. I once more take my leave.
[Exit
.
Oth. This fellow's of exceeding honeſty,
And knows all quantities with a learned ſpirit
O humane dealings : If I do prove her haggard,
Tho that her Jeſſes were my dear heart ftrings,
l'de whiſtle her off, and let her down the wind,
To prey at fortune. Happily, for I am black,
And have not thoſe foft parts of converſation,
That Chamberers have, or for I am declin'd
Into the vale of years, yet that's not much,
She's
gone,
I am abus'd, and my relief
Muſt be to loath her: O curſe of marriage,
That we can call theſe delicate creatures ours,
And not their appetites: I had rather be a Toad,
And live upon the vapor in a dungeon,
Then keep a corner in a thing I love,
For others uſes: yet 'tis the plague of great ones,
Prerogativ'd are they lefs then the baſe,
"Tis deſtiny unfhunnable, like death :
Even then this forked plague is fated to us,
When we do quicken: Deſdemona comes,
If ſhe be falſe, O then Heaven mocks it ſelf,
l'le not believe it.
Enter Deſdemona and Emillia
Deſ. How now my dear Othello?
Your dinner, and the generous Ilander
By you invited, do attend your preſence,
Oth. Iam to blame,
Q
Deſ. Why is your ſpeech ſo faint ? are you not well ?
Oth. I have a pain upon my forehead, hear.
Des. Why that's with watching, 'twill away again ;
GO
Let me but bind it hard, within this hour
It will be well
Oth. Your napkin is too little :
Let it alone, come l'll go in with you.
Def. I am very ſorry that you are not well.
Em. I am glad I have found this napkin, to Exit Oth. and Def.!
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This was her firſt remembrance from the Moor,
My wayward husband, hath a hundred times
Wooed me to fteal it, but ſhe fo loves the token,
For he conjur'd her ſhe ſhould ever keep it,
That ſhe refervs it ever more about her,
To kiſs and talk too ; l'le ha the work tane out,
And giv’t Fago: what he'll do with it,
Heaven knows, not I,
[Enter Jago.
I nothing, but to pleaſe his fantaſie.
Fag. How now, what do you here alone?
Em. Do not you chide, I have a thing for you.
Fag. A thing for me, it is a common thing-
Em. Ha?
Fag. To have a fooliſh wife.
Em. O, is that all ? what will you give me now,
For that fame handkerchief?
Jag. What handkerchief?
Em. What handkerchief?
Why, that the Moor firſt gave to Deſdemona,
That which ſo often you did bid me ſteal. lite Bano foot
Fag. Ha'ft ſtole it from her?
to saco buscan
Em. No faith, ſhe let it drop by negligence, i to bi
And to the advantage, I being here took it up:
Look, here it is.
Fag. A good wench, give it me.
brydning
Em. What Will you do with it,
That you have been ſo earneſt to have me filch it?
boonoris loomila
Fag. Why, what's that to you?
Em. If’t be pot for ſome purpoſe of import,
Give me't again, poor Lady, ſhe'll run mad
When ſhe ſhall lack it.
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Fag. Be not you acknown on't, I have uſe for it :-go leave me
I will
in Cafzo's lodging loſe this napkin,
Exit Em.
And let him find it : Trifles light as Air
Are to the jealous confirmations ſtrong
As proofs of holy Writ, this may do ſomething:
obodi
The Moor already changes with my poiſon, dabad Sri M
Dangerous conceits are in their natures poiſons,
Cronot bed 2. odoo
Which at the firſt are ſcarce found to diftaſt ;
But with a little act upon the blood,
onde
Burn like the mines of Sulphure: 1 did ſay fo:
Look where he comes, not Poppy, nor Mandragora,
0.
Nor all the droufie firops of the world,
son
Toward
Shall ever medicine thee to that ſweet ſleep,
lemot
Which thou owedſt yeſterday.
Oth. Ha, ha, falſe to me, to me
?
Fag. Why how now General? no more of that.
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Oth. Avant, be gone, thou haſt fet me on the rack,
I ſwear, 'tis better to be much abus'd,
Then but to know'ta little.
Jag. How now my Lord ?
Oth. What ſence had I of her ſtolne hours of luſt:
I ſaw't not, thought it not, it harm'd not me,
I ſlept the next night well, was free and merry 3
I found not Cafzo's kiſſes on her lips;
He that is rob?d, not wanting what is ftolne,
Let him not know't and he's not rob'd at all.
Jag. I am ſorry to hear this.
Oth. I had been happy if the general Camp,
Pyoners and all, had taſted her ſweet body,
So I had nothing known: O now for ever
Farewel the tranquile mind, farewel content;
Farewel the plumed Troop, and the big wars,
That makes ambition virtue: O farewel,
Farewel the neighing Steed, and the ſhrill Trump,
The ſpirit-ftirring Drum, the ear-piercing Fife,
The royal Banner, and all quality,
bid bio u
Pride, pomp, and circumſtance of glorious wars.
bordo di
And Oye mortal Engines, whoſe wide throatss. d gonbidato
The immortal Joves great clamors counterfeit ;
Farewel, Othelloºs Occupation's gone.
7.29. lit poſſible, my Lord ?
Com non
Oih. Villain, be ſure they prove my Love a whores, o por
Be ſure of it, give me the ocular proof, n volt
Boy
Or by the worth of my eternal Soul,
Thou had it better have been born a dog,
Then anſwermy wak'd wratha
Jag.. Ift come to this?
Otb.. Make me to ſee'ts or at the leaft ſo prove its ombroso
That the probation bear.no hinge, nor loop,
To hang a doubt ons or woe upon thy lifcal
fag. My noble Lord.
Oih. If thou doft ſkander her, and torture me,
Never pray more, abandon all remorce: 0
On horrors head, horrors accumulate :
Do deeds to make Heaven weep, all Earth amaz’d, paalala
For nothing canft thou to damnation add greater than thata.
Fag: O grace, o Heaven defend me,
Are you a man have you a foul or fenſe?
God buy you, take my Office, wretched fool,
That liveft to make thine honeſty a vice : 12907 og
Omonſtrous world take note, take note O world
do
To be direct and koneft is not ſafe,
I thank you for this profit, and from hence
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l'le love no friend, fince love breeds ſuch offence.
Die do do
Oth Nay fay, thou ſhouldit be honeſt,
Jag. I ſhould be wiſe, for honeſty's a fool,
And loſes that it works for,
Oth. By the world,
I think my wife be honeſt, and think ſhe is not,
I think that thou art juſt, and think thou art not;
l'le have ſome proof : her name that was as freſh
As Dians viſage, is now begrim'd, and black
As mine own face : if there be cords or knives,
Poyſon, or fire, or ſuffocating ſtreams,
l'le not endure it: would I were ſatisfied.
Jag. I ſee Sir, you are eaten up with paſſion,
I do repent me that I put it to you ;
You would be ſatisfied.
Oth. Would, nay, I will.
Jag. And may, but how, how fatisfied my Lord?
Would you the ſuperviſion groſsly gape on,
Behold her topt?
Oth. Death and damnation-oh.
Jag. It were a tedious difficulty I think,
To bring 'em to that proſpect, damn'em then,
If ever mortal eyes did ſee them boulſter
More than their own ; what then, how then ?
What ſhall I ſay? where's ſatisfaction?
It is impoſſible you ſhould ſee this,
Were they as prime as Goats, as hot as Monkies,
As falt as Wolves in pride, and fools as groſs
As ignorance made drunk: but yet I ſay,
If imputation and ſtrong circumſtances,
Which lead directly to the dore of truth
Will give you ſatisfaction, you may ha't.
Oth. Give me a living reaſon, that ſhe's diſloyal
Jag. I do not like the Office,
But fith I am enter'd into this cauſe ſo far,
Prickt to't by fooliſh honeſty and love,
I will go on : I lay with Caſſio lately,
And being troubled with a raging tooth, I could not ſleep,
Wooltoote
There are a kind of men ſo looſe of ſoul,
Ons add
That in their ſleep will mutter their affairs,
One of this kind is Cafro:
In ſleep I heard him ſay, Sweet Deſdemona,
zbiorstod
Let us be wary, let us hide our loves;
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And then Sir would he gripe and wring my hand, and it homi
Cry out ſweet creature, and then kiſs me hard,
As if he pluckt up kiſſes by the roots,
That grew upon my lips, then layed his leg
Ovef
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Over my thigh, and figh’d, and kiſſed, and then
dvoranovo
Cryed, curſed fate, that gave thee to the Moor.
Oth. O monſtrous, monſtrous.
olid birds
Fag. Nay, this was but his dream..
Uth. But this denoted a fore-gon concluſion,
'Tis a ſhrewd doubt, tho it be but a dream.
Jag.. And this may help to thicken other proofs.com
That do demonſtrate thinly.
Oth. l'le tear her all to pieees.
Jag. Nay, but be wiſe, yet we ſee nothing done,
She may be honeſt yet: tell me but this,
Have you not ſometimes ſeen a handkerchief,
Spotted with ſtrawberries in your wives hand?
Oth. I gave her ſuch a one, 'twas my firſt gift:
Jag. I know not that, but ſuch a handkerchief,
I am ſure it was your wives, did I to day
See Caffio wipe his beard with
Oth. If't be that.
Fag. If it be that, or any, it was hers;
It ſpeaks againſt her, with the other proofs,
Oth. O that the flave had forty thouſand lives,
One is too poor, too weak for my revenge:
Now I do fee'tis true, look here Jago,
All my fond love, thus do I blow to Heaven,
Ariſe black vengeance from thy hollow Cell,
Yield up O love
thy crown, and hearted Throne,
To tyrannous hate, ſwell boſome with thy fraught,
For'tis of Aſpicks tongues.
[ he kneels
Jag. Pray be content.
Oth. O blood, Jago, blood.
Fag: Patience I.fay, your mind perhaps may change,
Oib. Never Fago.
Dike to the Pontick Sea,
Whoſe icy current and compulſive courſe,
Ne'r feels retiring ebbe, but keeps due on,
To the Propontick and the Hellefpont :
Even ſo my bloody thoughts, with violent pace;
wi
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Shall ne're look back, ne're ebbe to humble love,
?tte di buldoon
Tillthat a capable and wide revenge
in toba
Swallow them up. Now by yond marble Heaven,
In the dae reverence of a ſacred vow,
There engage my words..
Fag. Do not riſe yet :
[Jago kneels.
Witneſs the ever-burning lights above,
You Elements that clip us rourd about being con
Witneſs that here, Jago doth give up
duided
The execution of his wit, hand, heart,
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To wrongd Othello's ſervice: let him command,
And to obey, ſhall be in me remorce,
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What bloody, work fo ever.. Pieces
Oth. I greet thy love
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Not with vain thanks, but with acceptance bounteous,
And will upon the inſtant put thee to't,
Within theſe three dayes, let me hear thee fay
That Caſio's not alive.
Fag. My friend is dead :
'Tis done as you requeſt, but let her live.co.zl.dros
Oth. Damn her leud minks : 0 damn her,
Come, go with me apart, I will withdraw,
To furniſh me with ſomie ſwift means of death,
For the fair devil: now art thou my Lieutenant..
Fag. I am your own for ever.
[Exeunt.
Enter Deſdemona, Emillia, and the Clown.
Deſ. Do you know Sirra, where the Lieutenant Caſio lies?
Clo. I dare not ſay he lies any where,
Deſ. Why man?
Clo. He is a Souldier, and for one to ſay a Souldier lies, is ftabbing.
Def. Go too, where lodges he?
Clo. To tell you where he lodges, is to tell you where I lie.
Deſ. Can any thing be made of this?
Clo
. I know not where he lodges, and for me to deviſe a lodging, and fay
he lies there, were to lye in mine own throat.
Deſ. Can you enquire him out, and be edified by report?
Clo. I will catechize the world for him, that is, make queſtions, and by
them apſwer.
Deſ. Seek him, bid him come hither, tell him I have moved my Lord in his
behalf, and hope all will be well.
Clo. To do this, is within the compaſs of mans wit, and therefore I'le' at-.
tempt the doing of it.
[Exit.
Deſ. Where ſhould I loſe that handkerchief Emillia ?
Ein. I know not Madam.
Deſ. Believe me, I had rather loſe my purſe
Full of Cruſadoes : and but my noble Moor,
Is true of mind, and made of no fuch baſeneſs,
As jealous creatures are, it were enough
To put him to ill thinking.
Em. Is he not jealous ?
Def. Who he ? I think the Sun where he was born,
Drew all fuch humors from him.
[Enter Othello.
Em. Look where he comes.
Des. I will not leave him
now,
Till Caſio be call'd to him : how is it with you my Lord ?
Oth. Well my good Lady :O hardneſs to diſſemble :
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How do you Deſdemona?
Deſ. Well, my good Lord.
do o be
Otk. Give me your hand, this hand is moiſt my Lady,
Deſ. It yet has felt no age, nor known no forrow.
Oth. This argues fruitfulneſs and liberal heart, wedding
volt
Hot, hot, and moiſt, this hand of yours requires anterbro
A fequefter from liberty: fafting and praying,
Much caftigation, exerciſe devout ;
For here's a young aud ſweating devil here,
That commonly rebels : 'tis a good hand, allud topgr Dover
A frank one.
Dis. You may indeed ſay ſo.
For 'twas that hand that gave away my heart.
Oth. Aliberal hand, the hearts of old gave hands, volio
But our new heraldry is hands, not hearts,
Def. I cannot ſpeak of this ; come now your promiſe.
Oth. What promiſe chuck?
Deſ. I have ſent to bid Caſio come ſpeak with you.
Oth. I have a ſalt and fullen rhume offends me,
Lend me thy handkerchief.
Des. Here my Lord. Die shoot mobles
Oth. That which I gave you.
Deſ. I have it not about me. ola
Oth. Not.
Def. No indeed my Lord.
Orb. That's a fault: that handkerchief
Did an Egyptian to my mother give,
She was a Charmer, and could almoft read
ST
The thoughts of people ; ſhe told her while ſhe kept it,
”Twould niake her amiable,and ſubdue my
father
Intirely to her love: But if ſhe loft it,
Or made a gift of it, my fathers eye
Should hold her loathed, and his ſpirit ſhould hunt
After new fancies: She dying gave it me,
And bid me, when my fate would have me wive,
To give it her; I did fo, and take heed on't,
Make it a darling like your precious eye,
To loſe, or giv't away, were ſuch perdition, ito at
As nothing elſe could match.
dgumow
wird
Def. Is’t poffible?
i foto
Oth. 'Tis true, there's magick in the web of it,Santos
A Sybel that had numbred in the world,
The Sun to courſe two hundred compaſſes,
In her prophetick fury, ſowed the work: Po od sodel
The worms were hallowed that did breed the filk, malo
And it was died in Mummy, which the skilful
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Def. Indeed, is't true?
Qih. Moſt veritable, therefore look to't well.
Deſ. Then would to God that I had never ſeen it:
Oth. Ha, wherefore?
Deſ. Why do you ſpeak fo ſtartingly and rafh?
Oth. I'f loft ? i'ft gone? ſpeak, is it out o'th way?
Def. Bleſs us.
Oth. Say you?
Des. It is not loft, but what and if it were?
Oth. Ha.
Deſ. I ſay it is not loft.
Oth. Fetch't, let me ſee it,
Deſ. Why ſo I can Sir, but I will not now,
This is a trick, to put me from my ſuit,
I pray let Caſio be receiv'd again.
Oth. Fetch me that handkerchief, my mind miſgives:
Def. Come, come, you'l never meet a more fufficient man..
Oth. The handkerchief.
Defi Aman, that all his time
Hath founded his good fortunes on your love,
Shar'd dangers with you.
Oth. The handkerchief.
Deſ. In footh you are to blame.
Oth. Away.
Exit.
Em. Is not this man jealous ?
Deſ. I nere faw this before :
Sure ther's ſome wonder in this handkerchief,
Lam moft unhappy in the loſs of it.
Enter Jago and Caffio.
Em. 'Tis not a year or two ſhews us a man,
They are alkbut ſtomachs, and we all but food,
They eat us hungerly, and when they are full,
They belch us ; look you, Caffio and my husband.
Jag. There is no other way, 'tis ſhe muſt do its
And lo the happineſs, go, and importune her. .
Def. How now good Cafio, what's the news with you?
Caf. Madam, my former ſuit: I do beſeech you,
That by your vertuous means, I may again,
Exift, and be a member of his love,
Whom I, with all the office of my heart,
Intirely honour, I would not be delayed :
If my offence be of ſuch mortal kind,
That not my ſervice pait nor preſent ſorrows,
Nor purpos’d merit in futurity,
Can ranſom me into his love again
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But to know ſo, muſt be my benefit,
S» thall I cloath me in a forc'd content, Socialdeiro0
And ſhut my ſelf up in ſome other courſe, scribo dr blood
To fortunes alines.
Def. Alas thrice gentle Caſio,
My advocation is not now in tune ;
ei olsona
My Lord is not my Lord, nor ſhould I know him,
Were he in favour,as in humor alter'd :
Seory
So help me, every ſpirit ſanctified,
As I have ſpoken for you all my beſt,
And ftood within the blank of his diſpleaſure,
For my free ſpeech you muſt a while be patient,
What I can dol will, and more I will
Then for my ſelf I dare, let that fuffice you.
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Jag. Is my Lord angry?
Em. He went hence but now,
And certainly in ftrange unquietneſs.
Fag. Can he be angry? I have ſeen the Cannon, ular:
When it hath blown his ranks into the air ;
And like the devil from his very arm,
i do robogado
Puft his own brother, and can he be angry?
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Something of moment then: I will go meet him,
borba
There's matter in’t indeed, if he be angry.
Des. I prethee do ſo: fomething fure of State,
Either from Venice, or fome unhatcht practice,
Made demonſtrable here in Cypres to him,
Hath padled his clear ſpirit, and in ſuch caſes, dasbo pen
Mens natures wrangle with inferiour things,
Tho great ones are the object,
'Tis even fo; for let our finger ake,
And it endues our other healthful members,
Even to that ſenſe of pain ; nay, we muſt think, you
Men are not gods,
She also
Nor of them look for fuch obſervances
As fits the Bridal: beſhrew me much Emillia,
I was (unhandfame warrier as I am) siivo
Arraigning his unkindneſs with my ſoul; togail bisogalooglasan
But now I find, I had ſubborn’d the witneſs, boog wowote
And he's indited falſly.
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Em. Pray heaven it be State matters as you think, sort on word asdT
And no conception, nor no jealous toy
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Concerning you:
to do iloinnad
Deſi Alas the day, I never gave him cauſe. bodor blue
oodatne
Em. But jealous fouls will not be anſwered foil loro lo ad solo vir
They are not ever jealous for the cauſe, trolitiation about yon tono
Put jealous for they are jealous : 'tis a monſter,
pa bo
E got upon it felf, born on it ſelf
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Def. Heaven keep that monſter from Othello's mind.
Em. Lady, Amen.
Deſ. I will go ſeek him, Caſſio walk here about,
If I do find him fit, I'le move your fuit, Exeunt Defd.
And ſeek to affect it to my uttermoſt.
and.Emillia.
Caf. I humbly thank your Ladithip. Enter Bianca.
Bian. Save you friend Caſio.
Caf. What make you from home?
How is it with you my moſt fair Bianca?
Indeed ſweet love I was coming to your houſe.
Bia. And I was going to your lodging Caſſio;
What keep a week away? ſeven days and nights,
Eightſcore eight hours, and lovers abſent hours,
More tedious then the dial, eightſcore times,
O weary reckoning!
Caſ. Pardon me Bianca,
I have this while with leaden thoughts been preſt,
But I ſhall in a more continuate time,
Strike off this ſcore of abſence: [weet Bianca,
Take me this work out,
Bia. Oh Cafzo, whence came this?
This is fome token from a newer friend
To the felt abſence, now I feel a cauſe,
Is't come to this? well, well.
Caf. Go to woman,
Throw your vile ghefſes in the devils teeth,
From whence you have them, you are jealous now,
That this is from ſome Miſtreſs, ſome remembrance,
No in good troth Bianca.
Bia. Why, whoſe is it?
Caf. I know not ſweet, I found it in my chamber,
I like the work well, ere it be demanded,
As like enough, it will I'de have it coppied,
Take it and do't and leave me for this time.
Bia. Leave you, wherefore ?
Caf. I do attend here on the General,
And think it no addition, nor my wiſh,
To have him ſee me woman'd.
Bia. Why I pray you
?
Caf. Not that I love you not.
Bia. But that
you
do not love me:
I pray you bring me on the way a little,
And ſay, if I ſhall ſee you ſoon at night.
Cas. 'Tis but a little way that I can bring you,
For lattend here, but I'le ſee you ſoon.
Bia. 'Tis very good, I muſt be circumſtanc'd. Exeheni.
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Actus Quartus. Scena prima.
Enter Jago and Othello.
Fag: . W
Ill you think fo?
Oth. Think fo Jago.
Fag. What, to kiſs in private ?
Oth. An unauthoriz'd kiſs.
Fag. Or to be naked with her friend abed,
An hour, or more, not meaning any harm?
Oth. Naked abed Jago, and not mean harm?
It is hypocriſie againſt the devil:
They that mean vertuouſly, and yet do ſo,
The devil their vertue tempts, and they tempt heavens.
Jag. So they do nothing 'tis a venial dip;
But if I give my wife a handkerchief.
Orb. What then?.
Jag. Why then 'tis hers my Lord, and being hers,
She may, I think, beſtow't on any man.
Oth. She is protectreſs of her honour too,
May ſhe give that?
fag. Her honour is an effence that's not ſeen;
They have it very oft, that have it not:
But for the handkerchief
Oth. By heaven I would moſt gladly have forgot it
Thou ſaidit (O it comes o're my memory,
As doth the Raven o're the infected houſe,
Poding to all.) he had my handkerchief.
Fag. What of that?
Oth. That's not ſo good now.
Jag. What if I had ſaid I had ſeen him do you wrong
Or heard him fay, (as knaves be ſuch abroad, bus
who having by their own importunate ſuite,
Or voluntary dotage of ſome Miſtris,
Conjured, or ſupplied them, cannot chuſe,
But they rnult blab.)
Oth. Hath he faid any thing?
Fag. He hath my Lord, but be you well aſfürd,
No more then he'l unſwear.
Oth. What hath he ſaid ?
Fag. Why that he did I know not what he did.
Oth. What?
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Oth. With
Jag. With her, on her, what you will.
Oth. Lie with her, lie on her? We ſay lie on her,when they bely hers lye with
her, that's fulſome, handkerchiefs, confeflion, handkerchiefs: to confeſs, and be
hang'd for his labour, firſt to be hang’d, and then to confeſs; I tremble at it:
Nature would not inveſt her ſelf in ſuch ſhadowing paflion, without ſome in-
ftruction: It is not words that ſhakes me thus, (pilh) noſes, ears, lips: Is't pof-
fible ? confeſs? handkerchief? O devil.
Falls in a trance.
Fag. Work on my medicine, work: thus credulous fools are caught, and ma-
ny worthy and chaft Dames, even thus (all guiltleſs) meet reproach : What
ho my Lord, my Lord I ſay, Othello,-how now Caffio?
Enter Caffio.
?
Caf. What's the matter?
Fag. My Lord is fallen into an Epilepſy,
This is his ſecond fie, he had one yeſterday.
Caf. Rub him about the temples.
Fag. No, forbear
The Lethargy muſt have his quiet courſe,
If not, he foams at mouth, and by and by
Breaks out to ſavage madneſs: look, he ſtirs :
Do
you withdraw
your
ſelf a little while,
He will recover ſtraight ; when he is gone,
I would on great occafion ſpeak with you.
How is it General, have you not hurt your head?
Oth. Doft thou mock me?
Exit Caſ.
Fag. I mock you, no by heaven, ,
Would you would bear your fortunes like a man.
Oth. A horned man's a monſter, and a beaft.
Fag. There's many a beaſt then in a populous City,
And many a civil monſter.
Oth. Did he confeſs?
Jag. Good Sir be a man,
Think every bearded fellow, that's but yoak’d,
May draw with you, there's millions now alive,
That nightly lye in thoſe improper beds,
Which they dare ſwear peculiar: your cafe is better :
O'tis the ſpite of hell, the fiends arch mock,
To lip a wanton in a ſecure Couch,
And to ſuppoſe her chaft: No, let me know,
And knowing what I am, I know what ſhe ſhall be.
Oth. O thou art wife, 'tis certain.
Fag. Stand you a while apart,
Confine your ſelf but in a patient lift :
Whilft you were here orewhelmed with your grief,
(A paffion moft unfitting ſuch a man,)
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0 T H E L L 0,
Cuiſio cam hither, I ſhifted him away,
And layed good ſcuſe upon your extaſy ;
Bad him anon retire, and here ſpeak with me,
The which he promis’d: But incave your felf,
And mark the jears, the gibes, and notable fcorns,
That dwell in every region of his face ;
For I will make him tell the tale anew,
Where, how, how oft, how long ago, and when;
He has, and is again to cope your wife:
I ſay, but mark his geſture, marry patience,
Or I ſhall ſay, you are all in all, in ſpleen,
And nothing of a man.
Oth. Doff thou hear Jago,
I will be found moſt cunning in my patience -
But doft thou hear, moſt bloody.
Jag. That's not amiſs :
But yet keep time in all: will you withdraw ?
Now will I queſtion Caffio of Bianca ;
A hufwife, that by ſelling her deſires,
Buys her ſelf bread and cloaths; it is a creature,
That dotes on Caſio ; as'tis the ſtrumpets plague
To beguile many, and be beguild by one: Enter Car
He, when he hears of her, cannot refrain
From the exceſs of laughter: here he comes :
As he ſhall ſmile Othello ſhall go mad,
And his unbookiſh jealoufie muft confter
Poor Caflo's ſmiles, geſtures, and light behaviour,
Quite in the wrong: How do you now Lievtenant ?
Caf. The worſer that you give me the addition,
Whoſe want even kills me.
Fag. Ply Deſdemona well, and you are ſure on t..
Now, if this fuit lay in Bianca's power,
How quickly ſhould you ſpeed.
Caſ. Alas
poor
cative.
Oth. Look how he laughs already.
Fag. I never knew a woman love man fo.
Caſ. Alas poor rogue, I think indeed ſhe loves mei.
Oih. Now he denies it faintly, and laughs it out,
Fag. Do you hear Caffio?-
12 abro
Oth. Now he importunes him to tell it ons
Go to, well ſaid.
Jag. She gives it out that you ſhall marry her,
Do you intend it?
Caf. Ha, ha, ba.
Qih, Do you triumph Roman, do you triumph?
Caf. I marry her? -what? a Cuſtomer ;
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Do not think it ſo unwholſome : ha, ha, ha.
Oth. So, fo, fo, ſo, they laugh that wins.
Jag. Why, the cry goes, that you ſhall marry her,
Caf. Prethee ſay true.
Fag. I am a very villain elſe.
Oth. Ha you ſcoard me? well.
Caſ. This is the monkies own giving out; ſhe is, perſwaded I will marry
her, out of her own love and flattery, not out of my promiſe.
Oth. Fago beckons me, now he begins the ſtory,
Caf. She was here even now, ſhe haunts me in every place, I was tother
day talking on the ſea bank with certain Venetians, and thither comes this bau-
ble, falls me thus about my neck.
Oth. Crying, O dear Caſio, as it were : his geſture imports it.
Caf. So hangs and jolls, and weeps upon me; fo hales,and pulls me,ha,ha,ha.
Oth. Now he tells how ſhe pluckt him to my Chamber ;
I ſee that noſe of yours, but not that dog I ſhall throw't to.
Caf. Well, I muſt leave her company:
Enter Bianca.
Before me, look where ſhe comes,
Tis ſuch another Fitchew ; marry a perfum’done: What do you mean by this
haunting of me?
Bia", Let the devil and his dam haunt you: what did you mean by that
Tame handkerchief you gave me even now? I was a tine fool to take it; I muſt
take out the work a likely piece of work, that you ſhould find it in your
chan-
ber, and not know who left it there: this is ſome minxes token, and I muſt
take out the work; there, give it the hobby-horſe; wherefoever you had it,
I'le take out no work on't.
Caf. How now my ſweet Bianca, how now, how now?
Oth. By heaven that ſhould be my handkerchief.
Bia. An you'll come to fupper to night, you may, an you will not, come
when you are next prepar'd for.
Exit.
Jag. After her, after her.
Caf. I muft, ſhe'l rail i'the ſtreet elle.
Jag. You ſup there.
Caf. Yes, I intend fo.
Fag. Well. I may chance to ſee you; for I would very fain ſpeak with
you.
Caſ. Prethee come, will you?
Fag. Go to, ſay no more.
Exi Caffio.
Oth. How ſhall I'murder him Jago?
Jag. Did you perceive, how he laughed at his vice ??
Oth. O fago.
Jag. And did you ſee the handkerchief?
Oth. Was that mine?
I would have him nine years a killing ; a fine woman, a fair woman, a ſweet:
Fag. Nay, you muſt forget that
Oth. And let her rot and periſh, and be damn'd to night, for the ſhall not
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live : no, my heart is turn’d to a ſtone ; I ſtrike it, and it hurts my hand : Othe
world has not a ſweater creature, ſhe might lie by an Emperors ſide, and com-
mand him tasks.
Fag. Nay, that's not your way.
Oth. Hang her, I do not ſay what ſhe is : So delicate with her neadle, an
admirable Muſitian ; O ſhe will ſing the ſavageneſs out of a Bear ; of fo high
and plentious wit and invention.
Jag. She's the worſe for all this.
Orb. A thouſand chouſand times: and then of ſo gentle a condition.
Fag. I, too gentle.
Oth. Nay that's certain, but yet the pity of it fago, oh the pity.
Jag. If you be ſo fond over her iniquity, give her patent to offend, for if it
touches not you, it comes near no body.
Oih. I will chop her in meſſes,-cuckold me!
Fag. O, 'tis foul in her.
Oth. With mine Officer.
Jag. That's fouler.
Oth. Get me ſome poiſon Jago, this night Ile not expoſtulate wi'h her, left
her body
and beauty unprovide my mind agen, this night Jago.
Fag. Do it not with poyfon, ftrangle her in her bed, even the bed ſhe hath
contaminated.
Oih. Good, good, the juſtice of it pleaſes, very good.
Jag. And for Caffio
, let me be his undertaker : you ſhall hear more by
nidnigh:.
A Trumpet.
Enter Lodovico, Deſdemona, and Attendants.
Oth. Excellent good:
What Trumpet is that fame?
Fag. Something from Venice fure ; 'tis Lodovico
Come from the Duke, and fee, your wife is with him.
Lod. Save you worthy General.
Oth. With all my heart Sir.
Lod. The Duke and Senators of Venice greet you.
Oth. I kiſs the inſtrument of their pleaſures.
Def. And what's the news good coufen Lodovico?
Jag. I am very glad to ſee you Seignior :-
Welcome to Cyprus.
Lod. I thank you, how does Lieutenant Cafto?
Fig. Lives Sir.
Des. Couſen, there's fallen between him and my Lord,
An unkind breach, but you ſhall make all well.
Oth. Are you ſure of that?
Def. My Lord.
Oth. This fail you not to do, as you will.-
Lod, He did not call, he's buſie in the paper :
Is there Diviſion 'twixt my Lord and Caſſio ?
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Deſ. A moſt unhappy one, I would do much
to attone them, for the love I bear to Cafzo.
Oth. Fire and Brimſtone.
Deſ. My Lord.
Oth. Are you wiſe?
Deſ. What, is he angry?
Lod. May be the letter mov'd him;
For as I think they do command him home,
Deputing Caſio in his government,
Deſ. Truſt me, I am glad on't.
Oth. Indeed.
Deſ. My Lord.
Oth. I am glad to ſee you mad.
Deſ. How ſweet Othello?
Qtb. Devil.
Def. I have not deferv'd this.
Lod. My Lord, this would not be believ'd in Venice.
Tho I ſhould ſwear I ſaw't: 'tis very much,
Make her amends, ſhe weeps.
Oth. O Devil, Devil,
If that the earth could teem with womens tears,
Each drop ſhe falls would prove a Crocadile :
Out of my fight.
Des. I will not ſtay to offend you.
Lod. Truly an obedient Lady:
I do beſeech your Lordſhip, call her back.
Oth. Miſtreſs.
Deſ. My Lord.
Oth. What would you with her Sir ? .
Lod. Who I my Lord ?
Oth. I, you did wiſh that I would make her turn:
Sir ſhe can turn, and turn, and yet go on,
And turn again, and ſhe can weep Sir, weeps ,
And ſhee's obedient, as you ſay obedient,
Very obedient, proceed you in your tears,
Concerning this Sir: O well painted paffion:
I am commanded home :-get you away,
l'le ſend for you anon:-Sir, I obey the Mandat,
And will returne to Venice :-hence avant,
Caffio fhall have my place; and Sir to night
I do intreat that we may fup together.
You are welcome Sir to Cyprus, -goats and monkies.
Lod. Is this the noble Moor, whom our full Senate...
Call all in all ſufficient? This the noble nature,
Whom paflion could not ſhake? Whoſe ſolid vertue,
The ſhot of accident, nor dart of chance
Could neither graze nor pierce ?
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Jag. He is much changed.
Lod. Are his wits ſafe? is he not light of brain?
Fag. He's that he is, I may not breath my cenſure,
What he might be, if what he might be, he is not,
I would to heaven he were.
Lod. What, ſtrike his Wife!
Jag. Faith that was not ſo well; yet would I knew
That ſtroak would prove the worſt.
Lod. Is it his uſe?
Or did the letters work upon his blood,
And new create this fault?
Jag. Alas, alas:
It is not honeſty in me to ſpeak
What I have ſeen and known; you fhall obſerve
And his own courſes will denote him ſo,
That I may ſave my ſpeech: do but go
after him,
And marke how he continues.
Lod. I am ſorry that I am deceiv'd in him Exeunt.
Enter Othello and Emillia.
Oth. You have ſeen nothing then.
Em. Nor ever heard, nor ever did ſuſpect.
Oth. Yes, and you have ſeen Caſio and ſhe together.
Em. But then I ſaw no harm, and then I heard
Each fyllable that breath made up between 'em.
Oih. What, did they never whiſper?
Em. Never, my Lord.
Oth. Nor ferid you out o'the way?
Em. Never.
Oth. To fetch her Fan, her Mask,her Gloves,nor nothing.
Em. Never, my Lord.
Oth. That's ftrange.
Em. I durft my Lord, to wager fhe is honeſt,
Lay down my ſoul at ſtake: if you think other,
Remove your thought, it doth abuſe your boſome,
If any wretch ha put this in your head,
Let heaven require it with the Serpents curſe,
For if ſhe be not honeft, chaſt, and true,
There's no man happy, the pureſt of their wives,
Is foul as flander.
Exit Emillia.
Oth. Bid her come hither, go,
She ſays enough, yet ſhe's a ſimple Bawd,
That cannot ſay as much: this is a ſubtle Whore,
A cloſet, lock and key, of villanous fecrets,
And yet ſhee'l kneel and pray, I ha ſeen her do't.
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Enter Deſdemona and Emillia.
Deſ. My Lord, what is your will ?
Oth. Pray chuck come hither.
Deſ. What is your pleaſure ?
Oth. Let me ſee your eyes look in my face.
Deſ. What horrible fancy's this?
Oth. Some of your function Miſtreſs,
Leave procreants alone, and ſhut the door,
Coff, or cry hem, if any body come,
Your Miſtreſs, your Miftreſs; nay diſpatch.
Deſ. Llpon my knees, What does your ſpeech import?
I underſtand a fury in your words,
But not the words.
Oth. Why, what art thou?
Deſ. Your wife my Lord, your true and loyal wife.
Oth. Come, ſwear it, dam thy ſelf,
Left being like one of heaven, the devils themſelves
Should fear to ſeize thee, therefore be double damn'd;
Swear thou art honeft.
Def. Heaven doth truly know it.
Oth. Heaven truly knows, that thou art falfe as hell.
Des. To whom, my Lord, with whom? how am I falſe?
Oth. O Deſdemona, away, away, away.
Def. Alas the heavy day, why do you weep?
Am I the occaſion of thoſe tears my Lord ?
If haply you my father do ſuſpect,
An inſtrument of this your calling back,
Lay not your blame on me; if you have loſt him,
Why I have loſt him too.
Oth. Had it pleas'd heaven
To try me with affliction, had he rain’d
All kinds of fores, and ſhames on my bare head,
Steep'd me in poverty to the very lips,
Given to captivity, me and my hopes,
I ſhould have found in ſome part of my ſoul
A drop of patience; but alas to make me
A fixed figure, for the time offcorn,
To point his ſlow unmoving finger at-oh, oh,
Yet could I bear that too, well, very well.
But there, where I have garner'd up my heart,
Where either I muſt live, or bear no life,
The fountain from the which my currant runs,
Or elſe drives up, to be diſcarded thence,
Or keep it as a Ceftern, from foul Toads
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Patience thy young and roſe-lip'd Cherubin,
I here look grim as hell..
Deſ. I hope my noble Lord eſteems me honeſt..
Oth. OI, as fummers flies are in the ſhambles,
That quicken even with blowing:
O thou black weed, why art ſo lovely fair ?
Thou ſmell’it fo ſweet, that the fence akes at thee,
Would thou had ft ne're been born.
Def. Alas, what ignorant fin have I committed ?-
Oth. Was this fair paper, this moſt goodly book,
Made to write whore upon? What committed
Committed : Oh thou publick Commoners
I ſhould make very forges of my cheeks,
That would to cinders burn up modefty,
Did I but ſpeak thy deeds : what committed ?
Heaven ſtops the noſe at it, and the Moon winks ;
The bawdy wind that kiffes all it meets,
Is huht within the hallow. Mine of earth,
And will not heart::-what committed, --impudent ftrumpets,
Def. By heaven you do me wrong. :
Oth. Are not you a ſtrumpet?
Def. No, as I am a Chriſtian :
If to preſerve this veſfel-for-my Lord,
From any other foul unlawful touch,
Be not to be a ſtrumpet, I am none.
Oth. What, not a whore?:
Def. No, as I ſhall be ſaved.
Oth. Is't poſſible ?
Deſ. O heaven forgive us..
Oth, I cry you mercy then, do
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Tatook you for that cunning whore of Venice: .
Enter Emillion
That married with Othello : You miftreſs,
ang
That have the office oppoſite to St. Peter,
And keeps the gates in hell ;. you, you, I you ;
We ha done our courſe; there's money for your pains; overfor bq
1
pray you turn the key, and keep our counſel Exit: uivi qo o civio
Em. Alas, what does this Gentleman conceive : tol tebritio videod
How. do you Madam? how do you my good Lady:ais desiqlo qois A
Des Faith half a ſleep.
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Em. Good Madam, what's the matter with my Lord to do
Deſ. With who?
land SY
Em.. Why, with my Lord Madam..
Torostethu
Deſs. Who is thy Lord ? slil
oro svilum od D.
Em. Ke that is yours, ſweet Lady and collision
Diss. I ha none, do not talk to me Emilliaru viibo
I cannot: weep, nor anſwer have Ivone,
But what should go by.water: prethee to night-
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Lay on my bed my wedding ſheets, remember,
And call thy husband hither.
Em. Here is a change indeed.
Exit,
Def. 'Tis meet I ſhould be uſºd ſo, very meet,
How have I been behav'd, that he might ſtick
The ſmall'ſt opinion on my leaft mifufe. Enter Jago
Jag. What is your pleaſure Madam? and Emillia.
How is't with you?
Def. I cannot tell, thoſe that do teach young babes,
Do it with gentle means, and eafie taskes;
He might ha chid me fo, for in good faith,
I am a child to chiding.
Fag. What is the matter Lady?
Em. Alas Fago, my Lord hath ſo bewhor'd her,
Thrown ſuch deſpite, and heavy tearins upon her
As true hearts cannot bear.
Deſ. Am I that name Jago?
Jag. What name fair Lady?
Deſ. Such as ſhe ſays my Lord did ſay I was.
Em. He calld her whore; a beggar in his drink
Could not have laid ſuch tearms upon his Callet.
Fag. Why did he fo?
Deſ. I do not know, I am ſure I am none ſuch.
Jag. Do not weep, do not weep: alas the day.
Em. Has ſhe forſook ſo many noble matches,
Her Father, and her Country, and her Friends,
To be call'd whore? would it not make one weep?
Deſ. It is my wretched fortune.
Jag. Beſhrew him for it: how comes this trick upon him?
Deſ. Nay, heaven doth know.
Em. I will be hang’d, if ſome eternal villain,
Some bufie and inſinuating rogue,
Some cogging, couſening ſlave, to get ſome office,
Have not devis'd this ſlander I'le be hang’d elſe.
Jag, Fie there is no ſuch man, it is impoſſible.
Deſ. If any ſuch there are heaven pardon him.
Em. A halter pardon him, and hell gnaw his bones :
Why ſhould he call her whore? who keeps her company
What place, what time, what form, what likelihood?
The Moor's abus'd by ſome moft villanous knave,
Some baſe notorious knave, ſome fcurvy fellow;
O heaven, that ſuch companions thoudſt unfold,
And put in every honeſt hand a whip,
To laſh the raſcal naked through the world,
Even from the eaſt to'th weſt.
Fag. Speak within doors.
Em. O fie upon hims fome fuch Squire he was,
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That turnd your wit, the ſeamy ſide without,
And made you to ſuſpect me with the Moor.
Fag. You are a fool, go to.
Def. O good fago,
What ſhall I do to win my Lord again?
Good friend go to him, for by this light of heaven,
I know not how I loſt him..
Here I kneel:
If ere my will did treſpaſs’gainſt his love,
Either in diſcourſe, or thought, or actual deed,
Or that mine eyes, mine ears, or any fence,
Delighted them in any other form;
Or that I do not yet, and ever did,
And ever will (though he do ſhake me off
To beggerly divorcement,) love him deerly :
Comfort forſwear mes, undindneſs may do much,
And his unkindneſs
may
defeat my life,
But never taint my love, I cannot ſay whore,
It doth abhor me, now I ſpeak the word,
To do the act, that might th'addition earn;
Not the worlds maſs of vanity could make me.
Jag. I pray you be content, 'tis but his humour;
The buſineſs of the State does him offence,
And he does chide with you..
Deſ. If 'twere no other,
Jag. 'Tis but ſo, I warrant you:
Hark how theſe Inftruments ſummon you to ſüpper
The meat, great Meſſengers of Venice ſtay ;
Go in, and weep not, all things ſhall be well.
Exit womans.
How now Roderigo ?
Enter Roderigo.
Rod. I do not find that thou deal ft juftly with me.
Jag. What in the contrary?
Rod. Every day, thou doffeft me with ſome device Fago,; and rather as it
ſeems to me now, keep ft from me all conveniency, then ſupplieſt me with the
leaſt advantage of hope: I will indeed no longer indure it, nor am I yet per-
ſwaded to put up in peace, what already I have fooliſhly ſuffered.
Jag. Will you hear me Roderigo ?
Rod. Sir I have heard too much,
For your words and performance,
Are no kin together.
Jag.. You charge me moſt unjuſtly
Rod. With nought but truth: I have waſted" my ſelf out of means ; the
Jewels you have had from me, to deliver to Deſdemona, would half have cor-
rupted a Votariſt: you have told me ſhe has receiv'd em, and return'd, me
expectation, and comforts of ſudden reſpect and acquaintance, but I find
Fag. Well, go to, very welli.
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Rod. Very well, go to, I cannot go to ( man,) nor 'tis not very well; I ſay
'tis very fcurvy, and begin to find my ſelf fopt in it.
Jag. Very well.
Rod. I ſay it is not very well: I will make my ſelf known to Deſdemona ;- if.
ſhe will return me my Jewels, I will give over my ſuit, and repent my un-
lawful folicitation, if not, aſſure your felf, I'le ſeek ſatisfaction of you.
Jag. You have ſaid now.
Rod: 1; and ſaid nothing, but what I proteſt entendment of doing,
Fag. Why now I ſee there's mettle in thee, and even from this inſtant, do
build on thee a better opinion then ever before ; give me thy hand Roderigo ::
Thou haft taken againſt me a moſt juſt conception, but yet I proteft, I have
dealt moſt directly in thy affair.
Rod. It hath not appeared.
Fag. I grant indeed it hath not appeard and your ſuſpition is not without
wit and judgment: But Roderigo, if thou haſt that within thee indeed, which I
have greater reaſon to believe now, then ever, I mean, purpoſe, courage, and
valour; this night ſhew it; if thou the next night following enjoyeſt nor Del-
demona, take me from this world with treachery, and deviſe engines for my
life.
Rod. Well, is it within reaſon and compaſs ?
Jag. Sir, there is ſpecial commiſſion come from Venice,
To depute Caſſio in Othello's Place.
Rod. Is that true? why then Othello and Deſdemona
Return again to Venice.
Jag. O no, he goes into Mauritania, and takes away with him
The fair Deſdemona, unleſs his abode be.linger'd
Here by ſome accident, wherein none can be fo determinate,
As the removing of Caffia.
Rod. How do you mean removing of him?
Jag. Why, by making him uncapable of Orbelto's place,
Knocking out his brains.
Rod. And that you would have me to do.
Jag. I, and if you dare do your ſelf a profit and rights he fups to night
with a harlotry, and thither will I go to him ; he knows not yet of his
honourable fortune : if you will watch his going thence, which I will faſhion
to fall out between twelve and one, you may take him at your pleaſure: I will
be neer to ſecond your attempt, and he ſhall fall between us ; come, ſtand not
amaz’d at it, but go along with me, I will ſhew you fuch a neceſſity in his death,
that you fhall think your ſelf bound to put it on him. It is now high ſupper
time, and the night grows to waſt: about it.
Rod. I will hear further reaſon for this.
Jag. And you ſhall be ſatisfied.
Exeunt.
Enter Othello, Deſdemona, Lodovico, Emillia,
and Attendants.
Lod. I do beſeech you Sir, trouble your ſelf no further.
Oib. O pardon me, it ſhalldo me good to walk.
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Lod. Madam, good night, I humbly thank your Ladiſhip.
Deſ. Your Honour is moſt welcome.
Oth Will you walk Sir:- Deſdemona.
Def. My Lord.
Oib. Get you to bed o’the inſtant, I will be return'd, forthwith diſpatcir
your Attendant there,- look it be done.
Exeunt.
Deſ. I will my Lord. .
Em. How does it now? he looks gentler then he did.
Deſ. He ſays he will return incontinent.:
He hath commanded me to go to bed,
And bad me to diſmiſs you.
Em. Diſiniſs me?
Deſ. It was his bidding, therefore good Emillia,
Give me my nightly wearing, and adieu,
We muſt not now diſpleaſe him.
Em. Would you had never ſeen him.
Deſ. So would not I, my love doth fo approve him,
That even his ſtubbornneſs, his checks and frowns,
(Prethee unpin me ) have grace and favour in them.
Em. I have laid thoſe ſheets you bad me on the bed.
Def. All's one, good father; how fooliſh are our minds;
If I do die before thee, prethee Chrowd me
In one of thoſe ſame ſheets.
Em. Come,come, you talk.
Def. My mother had a Maid call'd Barbary,
She was in love, and he ſhe lov'd prov'd mad,
And did forſake her ; ſhe had a ſong of willow,
An old thing 'twas, but it expreft her fortune,
And ſhe died ſinging it, that ſong to night
Will not go from my mind :
I have much to do;
But to go hang my head all at one fide, and ſing it like poor Barbary prethee
diſpatch.
Em. Shall I
go
fetch your night-gown?
Def. No, unpin me here.
This Lodovico is a proper man.
Em. A very handſome man.
Deſ. He ſpeaks well.
Em. I know a Lady in Venice, would have walk'd barefooted to Paleftine for
a touch of his neither lip.
Deſdemona ſings.
The paer soul fat fighing by a ficamour tree,
Sing all a green willow,
Her hand on her bofome, ber bead on her knees
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The freſh ſtreams ran by ber, and murmær'd her moans,
fing willow, willow, willow,
Her ſalt tears fell from her, which ſoftned the ſtones,
fing pillow, 6C, (Lay by theſe.)
willow, willon.
(Prethee hie thee, he'l come anon.)
Sing all a green willow muſt be my garland.
Let nobody blame him, bis Scorn I approve :
(Nay, that's not next: hark, who's that knocks?)
Em. 'Tis the wind.
Deſ. I call'd my Love falſe, but what ſaid he then?
fing willowo, pillow, willow,
If I court mo women, you'l couch with mo men.
So, get thee gone, good night, mine eyes do itch,
Does that boad weeping?
Em. 'Tis neither here nor there.
Deſ. I have heard it ſaid ſo: O theſe men, theſe men:
Doft thou in conſcience think (tell me Emillia,)
That there be women do abuſe their husbands
In ſuch groſs kinds ?
Em. There be fome ſuch no queſtion.
Deſ. Wouldft thou do ſuch a thing, for all the world?
Em. Why, would not you?
Def. No, by this heavenly light,
Em. Nor I neither, by this heavenly light,
I might as well do it in the dark.
Deſ. Wouldft thou do ſuch a deed, for all the world?
Em. The world is a huge thing, it is a great price
For a ſmall vice.
Def. In troth I think thou wouldit not.
Em. In troth I think I ſhould, and undo't when I had done it, marry 1:
would not do ſuch a thing for a joynt-ring, or for meaſures of Lawn, nor for:
Gowns, Petticots, or Caps, nor any petty exibition, but for the whole world :
why who would not make her husband a Cuckold to make him a Monarch? I
ſhould venter purgatory for it.
Deſ. Beſhrew me, if I would do ſuch wrong
For the whole world.
Em. Why, the wrong is but a wrong i'th world; and having the world for :
your labour, "tis a wrong in your own world, and you might quickly make it
right.
Def. I do not think there is any ſuch woman.
Em..Yes, a dozen, and as many to the vantage, as would fore the world
they played for.
But I do think it is their husbands faults,
If wives do fall: (ſay that they ſlack their duties,
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Or elſe break out in peevich jealouſies,
Throwing reſtraint upon us; or ſay they ftrike us,
Or fcant our former having in diſpight,)
Why we have galls, and though we have fome grace,
Yet have we ſome revenge: Let husbands know
Their wives have fence like them; they ſee, and ſmell,
And have their pallats both for ſweet and fowre,
As husbands have: what is it that they do,
When they change us for others? is it ſport?
I think it is ; and doth affection breed it?
I think it doth; is't frailty that thus errs?
It is fo too; and have not we affections?
Defires for ſport? and frailty as men have?
Then let em ufe us well, elſe let em know,
The ills we do, their ills inſtruct us fo.
Def: Good night, good night, heaven me ſuch uſes ſend,
Not to pick bad from bad, but by bad mend. Exeunt.
A&us Quintus. Scoena prima.
Enter Jago and Roderigo.
Hve
be
fag. Ere ſtand behind this bulk, ftrait will he come,
Weare thy good Rapier bare, and put it home,
Quick, quick, fear nothing, I'le be at thy elbow ;
It makes us, or it marrs us, think of that,
And fix more firm thy reſolution.
Rod. Be neer at hand, I may miſcarry in't.
Fag. Here at thy hand, be bold and take thy ftand.
Rod. I have no great devotion to the deed;
And yet he has given me fatisfying reaſons ;
"Tis but a man gon: forth my ſword, he dies.
Jag. I have rub'd this young Quat almoft to the ſenſe,
And he grows angry, now, whether he kill Cafzo,
Or Cafzo him, or cach do kill the other,
Every way makes my games live Roderigo,
He calls me to a reftitution large,
For Gold and Jewels that I bob'd from him,
As gifts to Deſdemona:
It muſt not be, if Caſio do remain,
He has a dayly beauty in his life,
That makes me ugly: and befides, the Moor
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No, he muſt die, be't ſo, I hear him coming.
Enter Caffio.
Rod. I know his gate, 'tishe; villain thou dieft.
Caf. That thruſt had been my enemy indeed,
But that my coat is better than thou know'ft ;
I will make proof of thine.
Rod. O, I am flain.
Caf. I am maim'd for ever, light ho, murder.
Enter Othello.
Oth. The voice of Caffio, Fago keeps his word.
Rod, O villain that I am.
Oth. Hark, 'tis even fo.
Cas. O help ho, light, a Surgeon.
Oth. 'Tis he, O brave Jago, honeſt and juſt,
That haft ſuch noble ſenſe of thy friends wrong,
Thou teacheſt me;-minion, your Dear lies dead, od:
And your unbleft fate hies ; ftrumpet I come;
Forth of my heart, thoſe charms thine eyes are blotted,
Thy bed luft ſtain’d, ſhall with lufts blood be ſpotted. Exit.
Enter Lodovico and Gratiano.
Caf. What ho, no watch, no paſſage, murder, murder.
Gra. 'Tis ſome miſchance, the cry is very direful.
Caf. O help.
Lod. Hark.
Rod. O wretched villain.
Lod. Two or three grones, it is a heavy night ;
Theſe may be counterfeits, let's think’t unſafe
To come into the cry without more help.
Rod. No body come, then ſhall I bleed to death.
Enter Jago with a light,
Lod. Hark.
Gra. Here's one comes in his ſhirty with lights and weapons.
Jag. Who's there? whoſe noiſe is this that cries out murder?
Lod. I do not know.
Jag. Did not you hear a cry?
Caf. Here, here, for heavens ſake help me.ro
Fag. What's the matter?
Gra. This is Othello's Antient as I take it out
Lod. The ſame indeed, a very valiant fellow.
Fag. What are you here that cry fo grievouſly?
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Cal. Jago, O I am ſpoild, undone by villains,
Give ine ſome help.
Fag. O me, Lievtenant, what villains have done this?
Caf. I think the one of them is hereabout,
And cannot make away.
Fag. O treacherous villains:
What are you there? come in and give ſome help.
Rod: O help me here.
Caf. That's one of em.
Fag. O murderous flave, O villain. Thruſts him in
Rod. O damnd fago, O inhuman dog, -0, 0, 0.
Jag. Kill men i'th dark? where be thoſe bloody thieves ?
How filent is this Town? Ho, murder, murder :
What may you be ? are you of good or evil?
Lod. As you thall prove us, praiſe vs.
Jag. Seignior Lodovico.
Lod. He Sir.
Jag.. I cry you mercy: here's Cafzo hurt by villains
Gra. Caffio.
Jag. How is it brother? 20
Caf. My leg is cut in two.
Jag. Marry heaven forbid?
Light Gentlemen, l'le bind it with my ſhirt.
Enter Bianca.
Bid. What is the matter ho, who is't that cried?
"
Fag. Who is't that cried?
Bia. Omy dear Cufio, O my ſweet Cafio, Caffio, Caffio.
Jag. O notable ftrumpet : Caſio
, may you ſuſpect
Who they ſhould be that thus have mangled you?
Caf: No.
Sala
Gra. Jam ſorry to find you thus, I have bin to ſeek you.
Fag. Lend me a garter, fo ;---ho for a chair to bear him eafily fences
Bii. Alas he faints; O Caſio, Cuffio, Caffio.
Fag. Gentlemen all. I do ſuſpect this Traſh
To bear a part in this injury: patience awhile. good. Caffio
Come, come, lend me a light:
Know.we this face, or no?-bocadiliwe ni zoo ano 2017
Alas my friends and my dear country-manzi elio storia
Roderigo ? n,, yes ſure; ģes, 'tis Roderigo..
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Gra. What, of Venice?
Systed to do it
Fag. Even he Sir, did you know him?: ollapverloor
Gra. Know hini? ..
Gooi ed
Fag: Signior Gratiano, I cry you gentle pardon: zaindio atat..
Theſe bloody accidents muft excufe my manners: avslutar
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Gra. I am glad to ſee you.
Jag. How do you Caffio? O, a chair, a chair.
Gra. Roderigo ?
Jag. He, 'tis he: O that's well ſaid, a chair ;
Some good man bare him carefully from hence,
T'le fetch the Generals Surgeon: for you Miſtreſs,
Save you your labour, he that lies flain here, (Caf10,)
Was my dear friend ; what malice was betwixt you?
Caſ. None in the world, nor do I know the man.
Fag. What, look you pale ? O bear him out o’th air.
Stay you good Gentlewoman, look you pale Miſtreſs ?
Do you perceive the geſtures of her eye?
Nay, an you ſtir, we ſhall have more anon:
Behold her well I pray you, look upon her,
Do you ſee Gentlemen ? nay guiltineſs
Will ſpeak, though tongues were out of uſe. Enter Emi.
Em. 'Las what's the matter? what's the matter husband?
Jag. Caffio has heen ſet on in the dark,
By Roderigo, and fellows that are fcapt,
He's almoſt flain, and Roderigo dead.
Em. Alas good Gentleman, alas good Caffio.
Fag. This is the fruit of whoring; prithee Emillia.
Go know of Caffio where he fupt to night,
What, do you fhake at that?
Bia. He ſupt at my houſe, but I therefore ſhake not.
Jag. O did he fo, I charge you go with me.
Em. Fie upon thee ftrumpet.
Bia. I am no ſtrumpet, but of life as honeft,
As you, that abuſe me,
Em. As I; now fie upon thee.
Jag. Kind Gentlemen, let's go ſee poor Caffio dreft ;
Come Miſtreſs, you muſt tell's another tale.
Emillia, run you to the Cittadel,
And tell my Lord and Lady what has hapt:
Will you go on? I pray this is the night,
That either makes me, or foredoes me quite. Exeunt.
Enter Othello with a light, and Deſdemona in berbeda
Oth. It is the cauſe, it is the cauſe, my ſoul,
Let me not name it to you, you chaft ftars:
It is the cauſe, yet l'le not ſhed her blood,
Nor ſcar that whiter skin of hers then ſnow,
And ſmooth as monumental alablaſter;
Yet ſhe muſt die, elſe ſhe'l betray more men,
Put out the light, and then put out the light:
If I quench thee, thou flaming Miniſter,
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I can again thy former light reſtore,
Should I repent me ; but once putout thine,
Theu cunningſt pattern of excelling nature,
I know not where is that Prometian heat,
That can thy light relumine: when I have pluckt the roſe,
I cannot give it vital growth again,
It muſt needs wither ; l'le finel it on the tree;
killes ber.
A balmy breath, that does almoſt-perſwade
Juſtice her ſelf to break her ſword: one more;
Be thus when thou art dead, and I will kill thee,
And love thee after: one more, and this the laſt :
So ſweet was ve're fo fatal: I muſt weep,
motor
But they are cruel tears : this ſorrows heavenly,
It ſtrikes where it does love: ſhe wakes.
Deſ. Who's there? Othello?
Oth. I, Deſdemona.
Deſ. Will you come tobed my Lord?
Oth. Have you prayed to night Deſdemona 2
Deſ. I my Lord.
Oth. If you bethink your felf of any crime,
Vnreconcild as yet to heaven and grace,
Solicite for it ftrait.
Deſ. Alas my Lord, what do you mean by that?
Oih. Well
, do it, and be brief, I will walk by, Boob
I will not kill thy unprepared fpirit,
No, heaven fore-fend, I would not kill thy foul...
Deſ. Talk you of killing?
Oth. I, I do.
Deſ. Then heaven have mercy on me.
Oth. Amen, with all my heart.
Deſ. If you ſay ſo, I hope you will not kill me.labai
Oth. Hum.
Def. And yet I fear you, for y’are fatal then,
When your eyes roul fo: why I ſhould fear, I know notebo
Since guiltineſs. I know not, but yet I feel I fear,
Oth. Think on thy fius.
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Deſ. They are loves i-bear to you,
Oth. And for that thou dieft.
dimollano
Deſ. That deaths unnatural, that kills for loving a
Alas, why gnaw you ſo your neather lip:
Some bloody palfion ſhakes your very frame
Theſe are portents: but yet I hope
bejon
They do not point on me.
Olb. Peace, and be ftill.
dallim
Des. I will ſo, what's the matter?
Oth. That handkerchief which I fo lov’d,and gave thee;
Thou gaveft to Caſſio..
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Def. No, by my life and ſoul,
Send for the man and ask him.
Oth. Sweet ſoul take heed, take heed of perjury,
Thou art on thy death bed.
Def. I, but not yet to die.
Oih. Yes, preſently:
Therefore confeſs thee freely of thy fin,
For to deny each article with oath
Connot remove, nor choak the ſtrong conception
That I do groan withal: thou art to die.
Deſ. Then Lord have mercy on me.
Oth. I ſay amen.
Des. And have you mercy too:
I never did offend you in my life,-never lov'd Caffio,
But with ſuch general warranty of heaven,
As I might love; I never gave him token.
Oth. By heaven I faw my handkerchief in his hand:
O'perjur'd woman, thou doft ftone my heart,
And inakſt me call, what I intend to do,
A murder, which I thought a facrifice ;
I ſaw the handkerchief.
Deſ. He found it then,
I never gave it him, fend for him hither,
Let him confeſs a truth.
Oth. He has confeft.
Dis. What, my Lord ?
Oth. That he hath-vſed thee.
Des. How, unlawfully?
Oib. I.
Deſ. He will not ſay ſo.
Oth. No, his mouth is ftop'd;
Honeft Jago hath tain order for't.
Def. My fear interprets then, what is he dead ?:
Oth. Had all his hairs been lives,
My great revenge had ſtomack for em all,
Def. Alas he is betray'd, and I undone,
Oth. O ftrumpct,-weepeſt thou for him to my face?
Deſ. O baniſh me my Lord, but kill me not.
Oth. Down ftrumpet.
Deſ Kill me to morrow, let me live to night.
Oth. Nay, an you ſtrive.
Deſ. But half an hour,
Oth. Being done, there is no pauſe.
Def. But while I ſay one prayer.
he ſtiftes her.
Oth, 'Tis too late.
**** Emillia calls within.
Em. My Lordz tiy Lord, what ho, my Lord, my Lord.
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I that am cruel, am yet merciful,
I would not have thee linger in thy pain ;--ſo, ſo.
Em. What ho, my Lord, my Lord.
Oth. Who's there?
Em. O good my Lord, I'de ſpeak a word with you.
Oth. Yes, 'tis Emillia, by and by: ſhe's dead :
'Tis like ſhe comes to ſpeak of Caffio's death;
The noiſe was here ; ho, no more moving,
Still as the grave ſhall fhe come in? wer't good?
I think ſhe ftirs again; no, what's the beſt?
If ſhe come in, ſhe'l ſure ſpeak to my wife.
My wife, my wife, what wife? I ha no wife:
O inſupportable; O heavy hour.
Methinks it ſhould be now a huge Eclipſe
Of Sun and Moon, and that the affrighted Globe,
Should yawn at alteration.
Em. I do beſeech you I may ſpeak with you,
-O good my Lord.
Oth. I had forgotten thee : come in Emillia:
Soft, by and by; let me the curtains draw.
Enter Emillia.
Where art thou? what's the matter with thee now?
Em. O my good Lord, yonder's foul murders done.
Oth. What? now?
Em. But now my Lord.
Oth. It is the very error of the Moon,
She comes more near the earth then ſhe was wont,
And makés men mad.
Em. Caffio my Lord has kild a young Venetian,
Calld Roderige.
Orb. Roderigo kild, and Caffio kild?
Ema No Caffio is not kild.
Oth. Not Caffio kil'd ? then murthers out of tune,
And ſweet revenge grows harſh.
Deſ. O falſly, fallly murdered.
Em. Alas, what cry is that?
Oth. That, what?
Em. Out and alas, it was my Ladies voice,
Help, help, ho help, O Lady ſpeak again,
Sweet Deſdemona, O ſweet Miftreſs ſpeak to
Deſ. A guiltleſs death I die.
Em. O who has done this deed?
Deſ. No body, I my ſelf, farewel:
Commend me to my kind Lord, O farewel.
the dies.
Oth. Why how ſhould ſhe be murdered?
Em. Alas, who knows?
Oth. You heard her ſay, her felf, it was not I.
Em. She ſaid ſo, I muſt needs report a truth.
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Twas I that kild her.
Em. O, the more Angelſhe,
And you the blacker devil
.
Oth. She turn’d to folly, and ſhe was a whore.
Em. Thou doſt bely her and thou art a devil.
Oth. She was falſe as water.
Em. Thou art rafh as fire,
To ſay that ſhe was falſe: O ſhe was heavenly true.
Oth. Caffio did top her, ask thy husband elſe,
O I were damn'd beneath all depth in hell,
But that I did proceed upon juſt grounds
To this extremity, thy husband knew it all.
Em. My husband ::
Oth. Thy husband.
Em. That ſhe was falſe to wedlock?
Oth. I, with Calfio : nay, had ſhe bin true,
If heaven would make me ſuch another.world, ,
Of one intire and perfect Criſolite,
l'de not have ſold her for it.
Em. My husband?
Oth. I,'twas he that told me firſt;
An honeſt man he is, and hates the ſlime
That ſticks on filthy deeds.
Em. My husband ?
Oth. What needs this iteration? woman, I fay thy husband;
Em. Oh Miſtreſs, villany hath made mocks with love:
My husband ſay that ſhe was falſe?
Oth. He woman, I ſay thy husband; doft underſtand the word?
My friend, thy husband, honeft
, honeſt Jago.
Em. If he ſay ſo, may his pernicious foul
Rot half a grain a day; he lies to’th heart,
She was too fond of her molt filthy bargain
Otb. Ha?
Em. Do thy worſt;
This deed of thine is no more worthy heaven,
Then thou waft worthy her,
Oth. Peace, you were beſt,
Em. Thou haft not half the power to do me harm;
As I have to be hurt: gull, o dolt,
As ignorant as durt; thou haft done a deed-
I care not for thy ſword, l'le make thee know,
Tho I loft twenty lives : help, help, O help ;
The Moor has kii'd my Miltreſs, murder, murder.
Enter Montano, Gragantio, Jágo, and others.
Mon. What is the matter? how now.General?
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Em. O, are you come Fago? you have done well,
That men muſi lay their murder on your neck.
Gra. What is the matter?
Em. Diſprove this villain, if thou beft a man 3
He ſays thou toldft him that his wife was falſe;
I know thou didſt not, thou art not ſuch a vlllain s
Speak, for my heart is full.
Jag. I told him what I thought, and told no more,
Then what he found himſelf was apt and true.
Em. But did you ever tell him ſhe was falſe?
Fag. I did.
Em. You told a lie, an odious damn'd lies
Upon my ſoul a lie, a wicked lie;
She falſe with Caffio; did you ſay with Caffio?
Jag. With Caffio Miſtreſs; go to, charm your tongue.
Em. I will not charm my tongue, I am bound to ſpeaks
My Miſtreſs here lies murdered in her bed.
All. Oh heavens forefend.
Em. And your reports have ſet the murder on.
Oth. Nay, ſtare not maſters, it is true indeed,
Gra. 'Tis a ſtrange truth.
Mon. O monſtrous act !
Em. Villany, villany, villany;
I think upon't, I think, I ſmell a villany :
I thought ſo then ; l'le kill my ſelf for grief,
O villany, villany.
Fag. What are you mad? Icharge you get you home.
Em. Good Gentlemen let me have leave to ſpeak;
Tis proper I obey him, but not now:
Perhaps Jago, I will ne're go home.
Osh. Oh, ho, ho.
Oth, falls on the bed.
"Em. Nay, lay thee down, and roar,
otte
For thou haſt kill'd the ſweeteſt innocent
That ere did lift up eye.
Oth. O ſhe was foul :
I ſcarce did know you Uncle, there lies your Niece,
Whofe breath indeed, theſe hands have newly ſtopt ;
I know this act ſhews terrible and grim.
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Gr. Poor Deſdemona, I am glad thy father's dead, add or A
Thy match was mortal to him, and pure grief
Shore his old thread in twain: did he live now,
This fight would make him do a deſperate turn,
Yea, curſe his better Angel from his fide,
And fall to reprobation.
Oth. 'Tis pittiful, but yet Jago knows,
That ſhe with Caſia, had the act of ſhame
A thouſand times committed; Caſio confeftit:
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And ſhe did gratifie his amorous works,
With that recogniſance and pledg of love,
Which I firſt gave her ; I ſaw it in his hand;
It was a handkerchief, an antique token
My Father gave my Mother.
Em. O heaven, O heavenly powers.
Jag. Come, hold your peace.
Em. 'Twill out, 'twill out: I hold my peace Sir, no,
l'le be in ſpeaking, liberal as the north ;
Let heaven, and men, and devils, let 'em all,
All, all cry ſhame againſt me, yet I'le ſpeak.
Fag. Be wiſe, and get you home.
Em. I will not.
Gra. Fie, your ſword upon a woman?
Em. Othou dull Moor, that handkerchief thou ſpeak'a on,
I found by fortune, and did give my husband :
For often with a folemn earneſtnefs,
(More then indeed belong’d to ſuch a trifle,)
He beg'd of me to fteal it.
Jag. Villanous whore:
Em. She gave it Caffio? no, alas I found it,
And I did giv't my husband.
Fag. Filth, thou lieft.
Em. By heaven I do not, I do not Gentlemen,
O murderous Coxcomb! what ſhould ſuch a fool
Do with ſo good a woman?
The Moor runs at Jago. Jago kills his wife.
Oth. Are there no ftones in heaven,
But what ſerves for the thunder? pernicious villain.
Gra. The woman falls, ſure he has kild his wife.
Em. I, 1,0 lay me by my Miſtreſs fide. Exit Jago.
Gra. He's gone, but his wife's kild.
Mn. 'Tis a notorious villain, take your weapon,
Which I have here recovered from the Moor:
Come, guard the door without, let him not paſs,
But kill him rather; I'le after that ſame villain,
For 'tis a dainn'd lave.
Exit Mont. and Gratiano,
• Oth. I am not valiant neither,
But every puny whipſter gets my ſword:
But why ſhould honour out-live honeſty?
Let it go all.
Em. What did thy ſong bode Lady?
Hark, canſt thou hear me? I will play the Swan,
And die in mufick; willow, willow, willow.
Moor, ſhe was chaft, ſhe lov'd the cruel Moor,
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So
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So come my ſoul to bliſs, as I ſpeak true ; - .bw
asing lite
So ſpeaking as I think, I die, I die.
Mhe dies.onligaw
Oth. I have another weapon in this chamber, it izolatii din
It is a ſword of Spain, the Iſebrooks temper : pintereseb
Ohere it is; Llncle, I muſt come forth. Gra, within.
Gra. Ifthou attempt it, it will coſt thee deer,
Thou halt no weapon, and perforce muſt ſuffer.
Oth. Look in upon me then, and ſpeak to me,
Or naked as I am, I will aſſault thec.
Gra. What is the matter?
Oth. Behold, I have a weapon,
A better never did it ſelf fuftain
Upon a Souldiers thigh: I have ſeen the day,
That with this little arm, and this good ſword,
I have made my way through more impediments
Then twenty times your ſtop: but O vain boalt,
Who can controul his fate? 'tis not ſo now.
Be not affraid, though you do ſee me weapon'd ;
Here is my journics end, here is my Butt,
The very fea-mark of my utmoſt fail.
Do you go back diſmaid? 'tis a loft fear,
Man but a ruh againit 0:bello's breaſt,
And he retires. Where ſhould Othello go?
How doft thou look now? O ill-ſtar'd werch,
Pale as thy fmock; when we ſhall meet at compt,
This look of thine will hurl my ſoul from heaven,
And fiends will ſnatch at it: cold, cold, my girl
Even like thy chaſtity: curſed flave: o tom
Whip me you devils,
From the poſſeffion fthis heavenly fight,
Blow me about in winds, roaſt me in inlphur,
Waſh me in ſteep down gulphs of liquid tire,
O Deſdemona, Deſdemona ; dead, 0, 0, 0..ba
Enter Lodovico, Montano; and Officers, livechat)
Caſſio in a Chair.nan bate most
of Doober
Lod. Where is this raſh and moſt infortunate man?:tabs
Oth. That's he hat was Othello, here I am.
Lod. Where is that Viper? bring the villain forth, ishon.
Oth. I look down towards his feet, but that's a fableas pola
If that thou be it a devil I cannot kill thées, elle vode
Lod. Wrench his ſword from him,
Fag. I bleed fir, but not kild.
Oth. I am not ſorry neither, I'de have thee livezivno
Forin my ſenſe 'tis happineſs to die.
Led. O thou Othello, that wert once ſo good,
Tala

the Moor of Venice.
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Fain in the practice of a damned ſlave,
What ſhould be ſaid to thee?
Oth. Why, any thing.
An honourable murderer if you will;
For nought did I in hate, but all in honour.
Lod. This wretch hath part confeft his villany:
Did you and he conſent in Caſio's death?
Oth. I.
Caf. Dear General, I did never give you cauſe. .
Oih. I do believe it, and I ask you pardon;
Will you I pray, demand that demy devil,
Why he hath thus inſnar'd my ſoul and body?
Jag. Demand me nothing what you know you know:
From
this time forth I never will ſpeak word.
Lod. What, not to pry?
Gra. Torments will ope your lips.
Oth. Well, thou doft beft.
Lod. Sir, you ſhall underſtand what hath befaln,
Which, as I think you know not: here is a letter,
Found in the pocket of the flain Roderigo ;
And here another; the one of them imports
The death of Caſio, to be undertook by Roderigo.
Oth. O villain.
Caf. Moſt heatheniſh, and moſt groſs.
Lod. Now here's another diſcontented paper,
Found in his pocket too, and this it ſeems,
Roderigo meant to have ſent this damned villain,
But that belike, Jago in the interim
Came in, and ſatisfied him.
Oth. O the pernitious catiff :
How came you Cafio by a handkerchief
That was my wifes ?
Coſ. I found it in
my
chamber;
And he himſelf confeft it but even now,
That there he droptit, for a ſpecial purpoſe;.
Which wrought to his defire.
Oth. O fool, fool, fool.
Caf. There is beſides in Roderigoes letter,
How he obraids Fage, that he made him
Brave me upon the watch whereon it came,
That I was caſt; and even but now he fpake,
After long ſeeming dead, Jago hurt him,
Fago ſet him on
Lod. You muſt forſake this
Your power and your command is taken off,
And Caſio rules in Cyprus : For this ſlave,
If there be any cynning cruelty,
room, and
with us,
That

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That can torment him much, and hold him long,
It ſhall be his: You ſhall cloſe priſoner reſt,
Till that the nature of your fault be known
To che Venetian State ; come bring him away.
Oth. Soft you, a word or two before you go ;
I have done the State fome ſervice and they know't :
No more of that: I pray you in your letters,
When you ſhall theſe unlucky deeds relate,
Speak of me as I am; nothing extenuate,
Nor ſet down ought in malice: then you muſt ſpeak.
.
Of one that lov'd not wiſely, but too well :
Of one not eaſily jealous, but being wrought,
Perplext in the extream: of one whoſe hand,
Like the baſe Indian, threw a pearl away,
Richer then all his Tribe: of one whoſe ſubdued eyes,
Albeit unuſed to the melting mood,
Drop tears, as faſt as the Arabian trees
Their medicinal gum: Set you down this ; ;
And ſay belides, that in Aleppo once,
Where a Malignant and a Turband Turk,
Beat a Venctian, and traduc'd the State;
I took bith throat the circumciſed dog,
And fmote him thus.
Heftabs himſelf.
Lod. O bloody period.
Gra. All that's ſpoke is mar’d.
Oth. I kiſt thee ere I kild thee, no way but this,
Killing iny ſelf, to die upon a kiſs.
He dies.
Caf. This did I fear, but thought he had no weapon,
For he was great of heart.
Lod. O Spartane dog,
More fell then anguiſh, hunger, or the Sea.
Look on the tragick lodging of this bed,
This is thy work; the object poiſons fight,
Let it be hid: Gratiano, keep the houſe,
And ſeize upon the fortunes of the Moor,
For they ſucceed to you: To you Lord Governour,
Remains the fenfure of this helliſh villain,
The time, the place, the torture; O enforce it,
My ſelf will ftrait aboard, and to the State,
This heavy act with heavy heart relate.
Exeunt omnes.
FINI S.
LA