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Sometimes, to do me service. Nine or ten times
Enter BRABANTIO, RODERIGO, and Officers, with I had thought to have yerk'd him here, under the
torches and weapons. ribs. Oth. 'Tis better as it is.
Holla! stand there! lago.
Nay, but he prated, Rod. Signior, it is the Moor. And spoke such scurvy and provoking terms
Down with him, thief! Against your honour,
[They draw on both sides. That, with the little godliness I have,
Iago. You, Roderigo! come, sir, I am for you. I did full hard forbear him. But, I pray, sir, Oth. Keep up your bright swords, for the dew Are you fast married ? for, be sure of this,
will rust them.That the magnifico is much beloved ;
Good signior, you shall more command with years, And hath, in his effect, a voice potential
Than with your weapons. As double as the duke's: he will divorce you; Bra. O, thou foul thief! where hast thou 'stow'd Or put upon you what restraint, or grievance,
my daughter? The law (with all his might to enforce it on)
Damn'd as thou art, thou hast enchanted her; Will give him cable.
For I'll refer me to all things of sense,
If she in chains of magic were not bound,
Whether a maid so tender, fair, and happy, Shall out-tongue his complaints. 'Tis yet to know, So opposite to marriage, that she shunn'd Which, when I know that boasting is an honour,
The wealthy curled darlings of our nation, I shall promulgate, I fetch my life and being Would ever have, to incur a general mock, From men of royal siege; and my demerits Run from her guardage to the sooty bosom May speak, unbonneted, to as proud a fortune Of such a thing as thou,—to sear, not to delight. As this that I have reach'd: for know, Iago, Judge me the world, if 'tis not gross in sense, But that I love the gentle Desdemona,
That thou hast practis'd on her with foul charms; I would not my unhoused free condition
Abus'd her delicate youth with drugs, or minerals, Put into circumscription and confine
That weaken motion.—I'll have't disputed on; For the sea's worth. But, look! what lights come 'Tis probable, and palpable to thinking. yonder?
I, therefore, apprehend, and do attach thee, Iago. These are the raised father, and his friends: For an abuser of the world, a practiser You were best go in.
Of arts inhibited, and out of warrant.Oth.
Not I; I must be found: Lay hold upon him! if he do resist, My parts, my title, and my perfect soul,
Subdue him at his peril. Shall manifest me rightly. Is it they?
Hold your hands!
of my inclịning, and the rest :
Were it my cue to fight, I should have known it Enter Cassio, and certain Officers with torches. Without a prompter.- Where will you that I go Oth. The servants of the duke, and my lieutenant.
To answer this your charge ? The goodness of the night upon you, friends.
To prison; till fit time What is the news?
Of law, and course of direct session,
What if I do obey ?
How may the duke be therewith satisfied,
Whose messengers are here about my side,
Upon some present business of the state,
To bear me to him? Have sent a dozen sequent messengers
'Tis true, most worthy signior: This very night at one another's heels;
The duke's in council, and your noble self, And many of the consuls, rais'd and met,
I am sure, is sent for. Are at the duke's already. You have been hotly
How! the duke in council! call'd for;
In this time of the night !—Bring him away. When, being not at your lodging to be found, Mine's not an idle cause; the duke himself, The senate hath sent about, three several quests,
Or any of my brothers of the state, To search you out.
Cannot but feel this wrong, as 'twere their own; Oth. 'Tis well I am found by you.
For if such actions may have passage free, I will but spend a word here in the house,
Bond-slaves and pagans shall our statesmen be. And go with you. [Erit.
Ancient, what makes he here? Iago. 'Faith, he to-night hath boarded a land
SCENE III.-The Same. A Council-Chamber. carack: If it prove lawful prize, he's made for ever.
The DUKE, and Senators, sitting at a table ; Cas. I do not understand.
Officers attending: Iago.
He's married. Cas.
To whom? Duke. There is no composition in these news,
That gives them credit.
1 Sen. Indeed, they are disproportion'd: Iago. Marry, to-Come, captain, will you go? My letters say, a hundred and seven galleys. Oth.
Have with you.
Duke. And mine, a hundred and forty. Cas. Here comes another troop to seek for you. 2 Sen.
And mine, two hundred : Iago. It is Brabantio.-General, be advis'd: But though they jump not on a just account, He comes to bad intent.
(As in these cases, where the aim reports
"Tis oft with difference) yet do they all confirm
Why, what's the matter! A Turkish fleet, and bearing up to Cyprus.
Bra. My daughter! O, my daughter! Duke. Nay, it is possible enough to judgment. Sen.
Dead ? I do not so secure me in the error,
Ay, to me; But the main article I do approve
She is abus'd, stol'n from me, and corrupted In fearful sense.
By spells and medicines bought of mountebanks; Sailor. [Within.) What ho! what ho! what ho! For nature so preposterously to err,
(Being not deficient, blind, or lame of sense) Enter an Officer, with a Sailor.
Sans witchcraft could notOff. A messenger from the galleys.
Duke. Whoe'er he be that, in this foul proDuke. Now, the business?
ceeding, Sail. The Turkish preparation makes for Rhodes: Hath thus beguild your daughter of herself, So was I bid report here to the state,
And you of her, the bloody book of law By signior Angelo.
You shall yourself read in the bitter letter, Duke. How say you by this change?
After your own sense; yea, though our proper son 1 Sen.
This cannot be, Stood in your action. By no assay of reason : 'tis a pageant,
Humbly I thank your grace. To keep us in false gaze. When we consider Here is the man, this Moor; whom now, it seems, The importancy of Cyprus to the Turk ;
Your special mandate, for the state affairs, And let ourselves again but understand,
Hath hither brought. That, as it more concerns the Turk than Rhodes, Duke and Sen. We are very sorry for it. So may he with more facile question bear it, Duke. What, in your own part, can you say to For that it stands not in such warlike brace,
(To OTHELLO. But altogether lacks th' abilities
Bra. Nothing, but this is so. That Rhodes is dress’d in : if we make thought of Oth. Most potent, grave, and reverend signiors, this,
My very noble and approv'd good masters, We must not think the Turk is so unskilful, That I have ta'en away this old man's daughter, To leave that latest which concerns him first, It is most true; true, I have married her: Neglecting an attempt of ease and gain,
The very head and front of my offending To wake, and wage, a danger profitless.
Hath this extent, no more. Rude am I in my Duke. Nay, in all confidence, he's not for Rhodes. speech, Of. Here is more news.
And little bless'd with the set phrase of peace;
For since these arms of mine had seven years' Enter a Messenger.
pith, Mess. The Ottomites, reverend and gracious, Till now, some nine moons wasted, they have us’d Steering with due course toward the isle of Rhodes, Their dearest action in the tented field; Have there injointed them with an after fleet. And little of this great world can I speak, 1 Sen. Ay, so I thought.-How many, as you More than pertains to feats of broil and battle;
And, therefore, little shall I grace my cause, Mess. Of thirty sail; and now do they re-stem In speaking for myself. Yet, by your gracious Their backward course, bearing with frank appear patience,
I will a round unvarnish'd tale deliver Their purposes toward Cyprus.—Signior Montano, of my whole course of love; what drugs, what Your trusty and most valiant servitor,
charms, With his free duty recommends you thus, What conjuration, and what mighty magic, And prays you to believe him.
(For such proceeding I am charged withal) Duke. 'Í'is certain then for Cyprus.
I won his daughter with. Marcus Luccicos, is not he in town?
A maiden never bold; 1 Sen. He's now in Florence.
Of spirit so still and quiet, that her motion Duke. Write from us to him; post, post-haste Blush'd at herself; and she-in spite of nature, dispatch.
Of years, of country, credit, every thing, 1 Sen. Here comes Brabantio, and the valiant To fall in love with what she fear'd to look on? Moor.
It is a judgment maim'd, and most imperfect,
That will confess perfection so could err Enter BRABANTIO, OTHELLO, Iago, RODERIGO,
Against all rules of nature; and must be driven and Officers.
To find out practices of cunning hell, Duke. Valiant'Othello, we must straight employ Why this should be. I, therefore, vouch again, you
That with some mixtures powerful o'er the blood, Against the general enemy Ottoman.
Or with some dram conjur'd to this effect, I did not see you; welcome, gentle signior; He wrought upon her. [ To BRABANTIO. Duke.
To vouch this is no proof: We lack'd your counsel and your help to night. Without more certain and more overt test, Bra. So did I yours. Good your grace, pardon These are thin habits, and poor likelihoods me;
Of modern seeming, you prefer against him. Neither my place, nor aught I heard of business, 1 Sen. But, Othello, speak : Hath raised me from my bed; nor doth the gen Did you by indirect and forced causes eral care
Subdue and poison this young maid's affections; Take hold of me, for my particular grief
Or came it by request, and such fair question Is of so flood-gate and o'er-bearing nature,
As soul to soul affordeth ? That it engluts and swallows other sorrows,
I do beseech you, And it is still itself.
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,
Not only take away, but let your sentence
Fetch Desdemona hither.
place.- [Exeunt Iago and Attendants.
Duke. Say it, Othello.
Oth. Her father lov'd me; oft invited me;
Of moving accidents, by flood and field; Of hair-breadth scapes l' th' imminent deadly When I did speak of some distressful stroke, breach;
That my youth suffer'd. My story being done, Of being taken by the insolent foe,
She gave me for my pains a world of sighs: And sold to slavery; of my redemption thence, She swore, -in faith, 'twas strange, 'twas passing And portance in my travel's history:
strange; Wherein of antres vast, and deserts idle,
'Twas pitiful, 'twas wondrous pitiful : Rough quarries, rocks, and hills whose heads touch She wished she had not heard it; yet she wish'd heaven,
That heaven had made her such a man: she thank'd It was my hint to speak, such was the process;
me; And of the cannibals that each other eat,
And bade me, if I had a friend that lov'd her,
This only is the witchcraft I have us’d:
Enter DESDEMONA, Iago, and Attendants. That I would all my pilgrimage dilate,
Duke. I think, this tale would win my daughter Whereof by parcels she had something heard,
too. But not intentively: I did consent;
Good Brabantio, And often did beguile her of her tears,
Take up this mangled matter at the best :
Men do their broken weapons rather use,
With such accommodation, and besort,
As levels with her breeding.
If you please,
Be't at her fathers. Destruction on my head, if my bad blame
I'll not have it so.
Des. Nor I; I would not there reside, Where most you owe obedience ?
To put my father in impatient thoughts, Des.
My noble father, By being in his eye. Most gracious duke,
To my unfolding lend your prosperous ear:
T'assist my simpleness.
My downright violence and storm of fortunes And so much duty as my mother show'd
May trumpet to the world: my heart's subdued To you, preferring you before her father,
Even to the very quality of my lord : So much I challenge that I may profess
I saw Othello's visage in his mind;
And to his honours, and his valiant parts,
A moth of peace, and he go to the war,
The rites for which I love him are bereft me, I here do give thee that with all my heart,
And I a heavy interim shall support Which, but thou hast already, with all my heart By his dear absence. Let me go with him. I would keep from thee.-For your sake, jewel, Oth. Your voices, Jords : 'beseech you, let her I am glad at soul I have no other child,
will For thy escape would teach me tyranny,
Have a free way.
Nor to comply with heat (the young affects
But to be free and bounteous to her mind :
Of feather'd Cupid foil with wanton dulness What cannot be preservd when fortune takes, My speculative and active instruments, Patience her injury a mockery makes.
That my disports corrupt and taint my business, The robb'd, that smiles, steals something from the Let housewives make a skillet of my helm, thief:
And all indign and base adversities He robs himself, that spends a bootless grief. Make head against my reputation !
Bra. So let the Turk of Cyprus us beguile : Duke. Be it as you shall privately determine, We lose it not, so long as we can smile.
Either for her stay or going. Th'affair cries haste, He bears the sentence well, that nothing bears And speed must answerit: you must hence to-night. But the free comfort which from thence he hears ; Des. To-night, my lord ? But he bears both the sentence and the sorrow, Duke.
This night. That, to pay grief, must of poor patience borrow. Oth.
With all my heart. These sentences, to sugar, or to gall,
Duke. At nine i' the morning here we'll meet Being strong on both sides, are equivocal:
With such things else of quality and respect, Duke. "The Turk with a most mighty prepara
As doth import you. tion makes for Cyprus.-Othello, the fortitude of Oth.
Please your grace, my ancient; the place is best known to you; and though we A man he is of honesty, and trust : have there a substitute of most allowed sufficiency, To his conveyance I assign my wife, yet opinion, a sovereign mistress of effects, throws With what else needful your good grace shall a more safer voice on you: you must, therefore,
think be content to slubber the gloss of your new for To be sent after me. tunes with this more stubborn and boisterous ex Duke.
Let it be so.pedition.
Good night to every one.-And, noble signior, Oth. The tyrant custom, most grave senators,
[T. BRABANTIO. Hath made the flinty and steel couch of war If virtue no delighted beauty lack, My thrice-driven bed of down: I do agnize Your son-in-law is far more fair than black. A natural and prompt alacrity,
1 Sen. Adieu, brave Moor! use Desdemona well. I find in hardness; and do undertake
Bra. Look to her, Moor, if thou hast eyes to see: These present wars against the Ottomites.
She has deceiv'd her father, and may thee. Most humbly, therefore, bending to your state,
[Ereunt Duke, Senators, Officers, fr. I crave fit disposition for my wife;
Oth. My life upon her faith.-Honest lago, Due reference of place, and exhibition,
My Desdemona must I leave to thee :
I pr’ythee, let thy wife attend on her,
[Exeunt OTHELLO and DESDEMONA.
Iago. Well, if thou dost, I shall never love thee after it. Why, thou silly gentleman!
Rod. It is silliness to live, when to live is a torment; and then have we a prescription to die, when death is our physician.
Iago. O villainous! I have looked upon the world for four times seven years, and since I could distinguish betwixt a benefit and an injury, I never found a man that knew how to love himself. Ere I would say, I would drown myself for the love of a Guinea-hen, I would change my humanity with a baboon.
Rod. What should I do? I confess, it is my shame to be so fond; but it is not in my virtue to amend it.
Iago. Virtue ? a fig! 'tis in ourselves that we are thus, or thus. Our bodies are gardens, to the which, our wills are gardeners; so that if we will plant nettles, or sow lettuce; set hyssop, and weed up thyme; supply it with one gender of herbs, or distract it with many: either to have it steril with idleness, or manured with industry; why, the power and corrigible authority of this lies in our wills. If the balance of our lives had not one scale of reason to poise another of sensuality, the blood and baseness of our natures would conduct us to most preposterous conclusions : but we have reason to cool our raging motions, our carnal stings, our unbitted lusts, whereof I take this, that you calllove, to be a sect or scion.
Rod. It cannot be. Iago. It is merely a lust of the blood, and a permission of the will. Come, be a man : drown thyself? drown cats, and blind puppies. I profess me thy friend, and I confess me knit to thy deserving with cables of perdurable toughness; I could never better stead thee than now. Put money in thy purse; follow these wars; defeat thy favour with an usurped beard; I say, put money in thy purse. It cannot be, that Desdemona should long continue her love to the Moor,-put money in thy purse ;nor he his to her: it was a violent commencement, and thou shalt see an answerable sequestration ;put but money in thy purse.—These Moors are changeable in their wills ;-fill thy purse with money : the food that to him now is as luscious as locusts, shall be to him shortly as bitter as coloquintida. She must change for youth : when she is sated with his body, she will find the error of her choice.-She must have change, she must : therefore, put money in thy purse.-If thou wilt needs damn thyself, do it a more delicate way than drowning. Make all the money thou canst. If sanctimony and a frail vow, betwixt an erring barbarian and a super-subtle Venetian, be not too hard for my wits, and all the tribe of hell, thou shalt enjoy her ; therefore make money. A pox of drowning thyself! it is clean out of the way: seek thou rather to be hanged in compassing thy joy, than to be drowned and go without her.
Rod. Wilt thou be fast to my hopes, if I depend on the issue?
Iago. Thou art sure of me.-Go, make money.I have told thee often, and I re-tell thee again and again, I hate the Moor: my cause is hearted; thine hath no less reason. Let us be conjunctive in our revenge against him: if thou canst cuckold him, thou dost thyself a pleasure, me a sport. There are many events in the womb of time, which will be delivered. Traverse; go; provide thy money. We will have more of this to-morrow. Adieu.
Rod. Where shall we meet i' the morning ?
Iago. Go to; farewell : put money enough in your purse.
(Exit RODERIGO. Thus do I ever make my fool my purse; For I mine own gain'd knowledge should profane, If I would time expend with such a snipe, But for my sport and profit. I hate the Moor; And it is thought abroad, that 'twixt my sheets He has done my office: I know not if't be true; Yet I, for mere suspicion in that kind, Will do as if for surety. He holds me well; The better shall my purpose work on him. Cassio's a proper man: let me see now; To get his place, and to plume up my will; In double knavery,-How, how ?--Let's see :After some time, to abuse Othello's ear, That he is too familiar with his wife: He hath a person, and a smooth dispose, To be suspected; fram'd to make women false. The Moor is of a free and open nature, That thinks men honest, that but seem to be so, And will as tenderly be led by the nose, As asses are.I have't;-it is engender'd :-hell and night Must bring this monstrous birth to the world's light.