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And will return to Venice ;-Hence, avaunt! Let heaven requite it with the serpent's curse!
[Erit Desdemona. For, if she be not honest, chaste, and true, Cassio shall have my place. And, ----sir, to-night, There's no man happy; the purest of their wives I do entreat that we may sup together.
Is foul as slander. You are welcome, sir, to Cyprus.-Goats and 5 Oth. Bid her come hither;-80_[Erit Æmilias monkeys!!
[Exit. She says enough ;--yet, she's a simple bawd, Lod. Is this the noble Moor, whom our full That cannot say as niuch. This is a subtle whore, senate
A closet lock and key of villainous secrets: [do't. Call-all-in-all sufficient. This the noble nature And yet she'll kneel, and pray; I have seen her Whom passion could not shake? whose solid virtue 10 Re-enter Æmilia, with Desdemona. The shot of accident, nor dart of chance,
Des. My lord, what is your will ? Could neither graze, nor pierce ?
Oth. Pray, chuck, come hither. lago. He is much chang'd.
Des. What is your pleasure? Lod. Are his wits safe: is he not light of brain ? Oth. Let me see your eyes; lago. He is that he is; I may not breathe my 15 Look in my face. censure?.
Des. What horrible fancy's this? mistress; What he might be,-if, what he might, he is not,- Oth. [To Æmilia.] Some of your function, I would to heaven, he were.
Leave procreants alone, and shut the door; Lod. What, strike his wife!
[knew, Cough, or cry—hem, if any body come: lago. 'Faith, that was not so well; yet 'would i|20| Your mystery, your mystery;—nay, dispatch. That stroke would prove the worst.
(Erit Æmilia. Lod. Is it his use?
Des. Upon my knees, what doth your speech Or did the letters work upon his blood,
import? And new-create this fault?
I understand a fury in your words,' lago. Alas, alas!
125 But not the words. It is not honesty in me, to speak
(lim; Oth. Why, what art thou? What I have seen and known. You shall observe Des. Your wife, my lord; And his own courses will denote him so,
Your true and loyal wife.
|30 Lest, being like one of heaven, the devils them Lod. I am sorry that I am deceiv'd in himn.
[damn'd, [Exeunt. Should fear to seize thee: therefore be double SCENE II.
Swear-thou art honest.
Des. Heaven doth truly know it. shell
35! Oth. Heaven truly knows that thou art false as Oth. You have seen nothing then?
Des. To whom, my lord ? With whom? How Æmil. Nor ever heard; nor ever did suspect.
am I false? Oth. Yes, you haveseen Cassio and she together. Oth. O Desdeniona !-away! away! away! Æmil. But then I saw no harm; and then 1] Des. Alas, the heavy day !-Why do you weep? heard
40 Am I the occasion of these tears, my lord? Each syllable, that breath made up between them. If, haply, you my father do suspect Oth. What, did they never whisper?
An instrument of this your calling back, Æmil. Never, my lord.
Lay not your blame on me; if you have lost him, Oth. Nor send you out o' the way?
Why, I have lost him too. Æmil. Never.
[nothing: 45 Oth. Had it pleas'd Heaven Oth. To fetch her fan, her gloves, her mask, nor To try me with affliction; had he rain'd Æmil. Never, my lord.
All kind of sores, and shames, on my bare head: Oth. That's strange.
Steep'd me in poverty to the very lips; Æmil. I durst, my lord, to wager she is honest, Given to captivity me and my utmost hopes; Lay down my soul-at stake: if you think other, 150 I should have found in some place of my soul Remove your thought; it doth abuse your bosom. A drop of patience: but (alas) to make me If any wretch hath put this in your head, (A fixed figure for the time of scorn
* Mr. Malone remarks, that “in this exclamation Shakspeare has shewn great art. : lago, in the first scene in which he endeavours to awaken bis suspicion, being urged to give some evident proof of the guilt of Cassio and Desdemona, tells him it were impossible to have ocular demonstration of it, though they should be " as prime as goats, as hot as monkeys.”—These words, we may suppose, stilt ring in the ears of Othello, who, being now fully convinced of his wife's infidelity, Fushes out with this emphatic exclamation:-Jago's words were but too true ;-now indeed I am convinced that they are as hot as “ goats and monkeys." 2 1.e. my opinion. * Mr. Rowe reads " hand of scorn;” and succeeding editors have followed him.-Mr. Steevens, however, would (though in opposition to so many great authorities in favour of the change) continue to read, with the old copy; " the time of scorn, and adds, “We call the hour in which we are to die, the hour of death ;-the time when we are to be judged, the day of judgement ;-the instant when we suffer calamity, the moment of ecil : and why may we not distinguish the time which brings contempt along with it, by the title of the time of scorno)
To point his slow unmoving finger at, -
Des. I have none: Do not talk to me, Æmilia; 0!0!
I cannot weep; nor answer have I none, Yet could I bear that too; well, very well: But what should go by water. Pr’ythee, to-night But there, where I have garner'd' up my heart; Lay on my bed my wedding sheets, cremeinWhere either I must live, or bear no life; 5 And call thy husband hither.
ber; The fountain from the which my current runs, Æmil. Here is a change indeed. [Exit. Or else dries up; to be discarded thence !
Des. 'Tis meet I should be used so, very meet. Or keep it as a cistern, for foul toads [there! How have I been behav'd, that he might stick To knot and gender in !-turn thy complexion The sınallst opinion on my great’st abuse ? Patience, thou young and rose-lipp'd cherubim; 10
Enter Iago, with Æmilia. Ay, there, look grim as hell !
lago. What is your pleasure, madam? How is Des. I hope my noble lord esteems me honest.
it with you?
[babes, Oth. O, ay; as summer flies are in the shambles, Des. I cannot tell. Those, that do teach young That quicken even with blowing. O thou weed, Do it with gentle means, and easy tasks: Who art so lovely fair, and smel'st so sweet, 15 He might have chid me so; for, in good faith, That thesense aches at thee,_'Would, thou hadse I am a child to chiding. ne'er been born!
lago. What is the matter, lady? [her, Des. Alas, what ignorant sin have I committed Amil
. Alas, lago, my lord hath so bewħord Oth. Was this fair paper, this most goodly book, Thrown such despight and heavy terms upon her, Made to write whore upon? What committed ! 20 As true hearts cannot bear. Committed?!~0 thou public commoner!
Des. Am I that name, lago? I should make very forges of my cheeks,
lago. What name, fair lady? That would to cinders burn up modesty,
Des. Such as, she says, my lord did say I was. Did I but speak thy deed.-What committed ! Æmil. He call'd her, whore; a beggar, in his Heaven stops the nose at it, and the moon winks; 25 drink, The bawdy wind, that kisses all it meets, Could not have laid such terms upon his callet?. Is hush'd within the hollow mine of earth,
lugo. Why did he so ? And will not hear it: What committed -Im- Des. I do not know; I am sure, I am none such. pudent strumpet!
Iago. Do not wcep, do not weep; alas, the day! Des. By heaven, you do me wrong!
30 Amil. Hath she forsook so many noble matches, Oth. Are not you a strumpet?
Her father, and her country, and her friends, Des. No, as I am a Christian :
To be call'd-whore? would it not make one If to preserve this vessel for my lord,
weep? From any other foul unlawful touch,
Des. It is my wretched fortune. Be-not to be a strumpet, I am none.
135 lago. Beshrew him for it! Oth. What, not a whore?
How comes this trick upon him? Des. No, as I shall be saved.
Des. Nay, heaven.doth know. Oth. Is it possible?
Amil. I will be hang'd, if some eternal villaia, Des. O, heaven forgive us !
Some busy and insinuating rogue, Oth. I cry you mercy then;
40 Some cogging, cozening slave, to get some office, I took you for that cunning whore of Venice, Has not devis'd this slander ; I'll be hang'd else. That married with Othello.—You, mistress, lago. Fie, there is no such man; it is impossible. Enter Æmilia.
Des. If any such there be, heaven pardon hin! That have the office opposite to Saint Peter, Amil. A halter pardon him! and hell gnaw his And keep the gate of hell; You! you! ay, you! (45)
[company? We have done our course; there's money for What should he call her, whore? who keeps hier your pains;
What place? what time? what form? what likeI pray you, turn the key, and keep our counsel.
[Exit. The Moor'sabus'd by some most villainous knave, Æmil.Alas, what does this gentleman conceive?- 50 Some base notorious* kaave, some scurvy fellow :-How do you, madam? how do you, my good O, heaven, that such companions thou’dst unDes. 'Faith, half asleep.
(lady: And put in every honest hand a whip, (fold; Æmil. Good madam, what's the matter with To lash the rascal naked through the world,
Even from the east to the west ! Des. With who? 155 lago. Speak within door.
(was, Æmil. With my lord, madam.
Æmil. O, fie upon him! some such squire hc Des. Who is thy lord ?
That turn'd your wit the seamy side without', Æmil. He that is yours, sweet lady.
And made you to suspect me with the Moor. 'i. e. treasured up my heart. ? This word in Shakspeare's time, besides its general signification, seems to have been applied particularly to unlawful acts of love. Hence perhaps it is so often repeated by Othello.
3 Callet is á lewd woman. * Notorious, for gross, not in its proper meaning for knorin. Comparcions, i. e. fellows. i. e. do not clamour so as to be heard beyond the house.
That is, inside out.
my lord ?
lago, [me. 30
Iugo. You are a fool; go to.
and even from this instant do build on thee a betDes. O good lago,
ter opinion than ever before. Give me thy hand, What shall I do to win my lord again?
Roderigo: Thou hast taken against me a most just Good friend, go to him; for, by this light of heaven, exception ; but yet, I protest, I have dealt most I know not how I lost him. Here I kneel:- 5 directly in thy aifair. If e'er my will did trespass 'gainst his love, Rod. It hath not appear'd. Either in discourse, or thought, or actual deed; lago. I grant, indeed, it hath not appear'd; and Or that mine eyes, mine ears, or any sense, your suspicion is not without wit and judgement. Delighted them in any other form;
But, Roderigo, if thou hast that within thee inOr that I do not yet, and ever did,
10 deed, which have greater reason to believe now And ever will,--though he do shake me off than ever, I mean, purpose, courage, and vaTo beggarly divorcement,-love him dearly, lour,this night shew it: If thou the next night Comfort forswear me ! Unkindness may do much; following enjoyest not Desdemona, take me from And his unkindness may defeat my life,
this world with treachery, and devise engines for But never taint my love. I cannot say, whore; 15 my life. It does abhor me, now I speak the word;
Rod. Well, what is it? is it within reason and To do the act that inight the addition earn, compass ? Not the world's mass of vanity could make me. lago. Sir, there is especial commission come lago. I pray you, be content; 'tis but his hu- from Venice, to depute Cassio in Othello's place
120 Rod. Is that true? why, then Othello a I DesThe business of the state does him offence, demona return again to Venice. And he does chide with you.
Jago, 0, no; he goes into Mauritania, and Des. If’twere no other,
taketh away with him the fair Desdemona, unless Iago. It is but so, I warrant you. [Trumpets. his abode be linger'd here by some accident; Hark, how these instruments summon to supper!25 wherein none can be so determinate, as the re And the great messengers of Venice stay: moving of Cansio. Go in, and weep not; all things shall be well. Rod. How do you mean-removing of him?
[Exeunt Desdemona, and Æmilia. Iago. Why, by making him uncapable of OthelEnter Roderigo.
lo's place; knocking out his brains. How now, Roderigo?
Rod. And that you would have me to do? Rod. I do not find, that thou deal'st justly with Iago. Ay; if you dare do yourself a profit, and Jago. What in the contrary?
a right. He sups to-night with a harlot, and thaiRod. Every day thou doff'st me with some de- ther will I go to him ;-he knows not yet of his vice, Iago; and rather (as it seems to me now) honourable fortune: if you will watch his going keep'st from me all conveniency, than suppliest 35 thence, (which I will fashion to fall out between me with the least advantage of hope. I will , in- twelve and one) you may take him at your plea
. deed, no longer endure it: Nor am I yet per- sure; I will be near to second your attempt, and suaded, to put up in peace what already I have |he shall fall between us. Come, stand not amaz'd foolishly suffered.
at it, but go along with me; I will shew you Iago. Will you hear me, Roderigo? 40 such a necessity in his death, that you shall think
Rod. Faith, I have heard too much; for youryoapsels bound to put it on him. 'It is now kega words and performances are no kin together. supper-time, and the night grows to waste: about lago. You charge me most unjustly.
lit. Rod. With nought but truth. I have wasted Rod. I will hear further reason for this. myself out of my means. 'The jewels you have 45 lago. And you shall be satisfied. had from me, to deliver to Desdemona, would half have corrupted a votarist: You have told me
SCENE II. -she hath receiv'd them, and return'd me ex
A Room in the Castle. pectations and comforts of sudden respect and ac- Enter Othello, Lodorico, Desdemona, Æmilia, and quaintance; but I find none.
Attendants. Iago. Well; go to; very well.
Lod. I do beseech you, sir, trouble yourself to Rod. Very well! go to! I cannot go to, man;
further. nor 'tis not very well: By this hand, I say, it is Oth. 0, pardon me; 'twill do me good te walk. very scurvy; and begin to find myself fobb’d in it. Lod. Madam, good night; I humbly thank your Iago. Very well.
155) ladyship. Rod. I tell you, 'tis not very well. I will make Des. Your honour is most welcome. myself known to Desdemona : if she will return Oth. Will you walk, sir?-1, Desdemona! me my jewels, I will give over my suit, and re- Des. My lord pent my unlawful solicitation; if not, assure your- Oth. Get you to bed on the instant; I will be self, I will seek satisfaction of you.
160 return'd forthwith: dismiss your attendant there; jago. You have said now.
look it be done. Rod. Ay, and I have said nothing but what I Des. I will, my lord, protest intendment of doing.
Æmil. How goes it now? he looks gentler than Iago. Why, now I see there's mettle in thee Des. He says, he will return incontinent:
[Psů. he did.
He hath commanded me to gò to bed,
Des. I have heard it said so.--0, these men, And bade me to dismiss you.
these men ! Æmil. Dismiss me!
[lia, Dost thou in conscience think,el me, Æmilia, Des. It was his bidding; therefore, good Æmi- That there be women do abuse their husbands Give me my nightly wearing, and adieu : 5 In such
gross kind? We must not now displease him.
Emil. There be some such, no question. Æmil. I would, you had never seen him!
Des. Would'st thou do such a deed for all the Des. So would not I; my love doth so approve
Æmil. Why, would not you? Thateven hisstubbornness,hischecks,and frowns,- 10 Des. No, by this heavenly light! Pr'ythee, unpin me,-have grace and favour in Æmil. Nor I neither, by this heavenly light; them.
[the bed. I might do 't as well i' the dark. Æmil. I have laid those sheets
Des. Would'st thou do such a deed for all the Des. All's one:-Good father! how foolish are
[price our minds !
15 Æmil. The world is a huge thing: 'Tis a great If I do die before thee, proythee shroud me For a small vice. In one of those same sheets.
Des. In troth, I think thou would'st not. Æmil. Come, come, you talk.
Æmil. In troth, I think I should; and undo't, Des. My mother had a maid, call'd— Barbara; when I had done. Marry, I would not do such a She was in love: and he, she lov’d, prov'd mad',|20|thing for a joint ring; nor for measures of lawn; And did forsake her: she had a song of willow, nor for gowns, petticoats, nor caps, nor any petty An old thing 'twas, but it express'd her fortune, exhibition : but, for all the whole world,—Why, And she dy'd singing it: That song, to-night, who would not make her husband a cuckold, to Will not go from my mind; I have much to do, make him a monarch: I should venture purgaBut to go hang my head all o' one side,
25 tory for 't. And sing it like poor Barbara. Pr’ythee, dispatch. Des. Beshrew me, if I would do such a wrong Æmil. Shall I go fetch your night-gown?
Ifor the whole world. Des. No, unpin me here.
Æmil. Why, the wrong is but a wrong ithe This Lodovico is a proper man.
world; and, having the world for your labour, Æmil. A very handsome man.
30/'tis a wrong in your own world, and you might Des. He speaks well.
quickly make it right. Æmil. I know a lady in Venice, would have Des. I do not think, there is any such woman. walk'd barefoot to Palestine, for a touch of his Æmil. Yes, a dozen; and as many to the vannether lip.
tage', as Des. "The poor soul sat singing by a sycamore 35 Would store the world they play'd for.
Sing all a green willow; [Singing But, I do think, it is their husbands' faults, Her hand on her bosom, her head on her knee, If wives do fall : Say, that they slack their duties, Sing willow, willow, willow :
And pour our treasures into foreign laps; The fresh streanis ran by her, and murmur'd her Or else break out in peevish jealousies, [us, moans;
40 l'hrowing restraint upon us; or, say, they strike Sing willow, &c.
(stones; Or scant our former having * in despight! Her salt tears jell from her, and soften'd the Why, we have galls; and, though we have some Lay by these:
grace, Sing willow, &c.
Yet have we some revenge. Let husbands know, Willow, willoro, &c.
45 Their wives have sense like them; they see, and Prythee, hye thee; he'll come anon.-
smell, Sing all a green willow must be my garland. And have their palates both for sweet and sour, 2.
As busbands have. What is it that they do, Let nobody blame him, his scorn I approve, When they change us for others? Is it sport? Nay, that's not next. -Hark! who is it that 50 | think it is ; And doth affection breed it? knocks?
I think it doth; Is 't frailty, that thus errs? Æmil. It is the wind.
It is so too. And have not we affections ? Des. I call’d my love, false love : but what said Desires for sport ? and frailty, as men have ? ke then
Then, let them use us well: else, let them know, Sing willow, &c.
[men.55 The ills we do, their ills instruct us to. If I court more women, you'll couch with more Des. Good night, good night: Heaven me such So, get thee gone; good night.-Mine eyes do
Not to pick bad from bad; but, by bad, mend! Doth that bode weeping?.
[Ereunt. Æmil. 'Tis neither here nor there.
*i. e. wild, frantick, uncertain.-We still call a wild girl a mad-cap. - This song is printed in the first volume of Percy's Reliques of Ancient English Poetry. ' i. e. to boot, over and above. 1 i. e. our former allowance of expence. Usage is an old word for custom.
Forth of my heart those charns, thine eyes, are
blotted; A Street.
Thy bed, lust-stain'd, shall with lust's blood be Enter lago, and Roderigo.
[Exit Othello. lugo. HERE, stand behind this bulk; straight 5 Enter Lodovico, and Gratiano, al a distance. he
Cas. What, ho! no watch? no passage?? murWear thy good rapier bare, and put it honie;
[ful. Quick, quick; fear nothing; I'll be at thy el- Gra. "Tis some mischance; the cry is very direbow:
Cas. O help! It makes us, or it mars us; think on that, 10 Lod. Hark? And fix most firm thy resolution.
Rod. O wretched villain! Rod. Be near at hand; I may miscarry in 't. Lod. Two or three groans; it is a heavy night: Iago. Here at thy hand; be bold, and take thy These
may be counterfeits ; let's think 't unsafe sword.
Co come in to the cry, without more help. Rod. I have no great devotion to the deed; 15 Rod. Nobody come? then shall I bleed to death And yet he hath given me satisfying reasons:
Enter Iago, with a light. 'Tis but a man gone:—forth, my sword; he dies. Lod. Hark!
(Stands apart. Gra. Here's one comes in his shirt, with light Iago. I have rubb'd this young quat' almost to
and weapons. the sense,
(Cassio, 20 lago. Who's there? whose noise is this, that And he grows angry. Now, whether he kill
cries out murder? Or Cassio him, or each do kill the other,
Lod. We do not know.
Cas. Here, here; for heaven's sake, help me!
Gra. This is Othello's ancient, as I take it. It must not be: if Cassio do remain,
Lod. The same, indeed; a very valiant fellow. He hath a daily beauty in his life,
lago. What are you here, that cryso grievously? That makes me ugly; and, besides, the Moor Cas. Iago? O, I am spoil'd, undone by villains! May unfold me to him; there stand I in much 30 Give me some help.
Iago. O me, lieutenant! what villains have done No,-he must die :-But so, I hear him coming. Cas. I think, that one of them is hereabout, Enter Cassio.
And cannot make away. Rod. I know his gait, 'tis he;-Villain, thou Iago. O treacherous villains ! dy'st.
35 What are you there? come in, and give some help. [lle runs at Cassio, and wounds him.
[To Lod. and Gra. Cas. That ihrust had been mine enemy indeed, Rod. O, help me here! But that my coat is better than thou think'st; Cus. That's one of theni. I will make proof of thine.
lago. O murderous slave! O villain! [Fight. Cassio wounds Roderigo : Jago 40
[Iago stabs hin. cuts Cassio behind in the leg, and exit. Rod. O damn'd Iago! O inhuman dog!-0! Rod. O, I am slain !
0,0! Cas. I am maim'd for ever;-Help, ho! mur- Iago. Kill men i' the dark!_Where be these der! murder!
bloody thieves:Enter Othello, above.
45 How silent is this town!-Ho! murder! murder! Oth. The voice of Cassio:-Iago keeps his word. What may you be? are you of good or evil?, Rod. O, villain that I am!
Lod. As you shall prove us, praise us. Oth. Hark! 'tis even so.
Iago. Signior Lodovico? Cas. (), help, ho! light! a surgeon!
Lod. He, sir.
[villains. Oth. "I'is he;–O brave Iago, honest and just, 50 lago. I cry you mercy; Here's Cassio hurt by That hast such noble sense of thy friend's wrong! Gra. Cassio! Thou teachest me,-Minion, your dear lies dead, lago. How is it, brother? And your fate bies apace: Strumpet, I come: Cas. My leg is cut in two.
I This is a passage much controverted among the editors, who variously propose to read quab (a gudgeon), quail, gnat, and knot.--Dr. Johnson, however, adopts quat, which, he says, in the midland counties is a pimple, that, by rubbing, is made to smart, or is rubbed to sense.-Roderigo, he adds, is called a quat by the same mode of speech, as a low fellow is now termed, in low language, a scab.To rub to the sense, is to rub to the quick. . i.e. No passengers? nobody going by?