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Iago. O, you are well tuned now !
[Exeunt OTHELLO, DESDEMONA, and Attendants. Iago. Do thou meet me presently at the harbour. Come hither. If thou be'st valiant,--as (they say) base men, being in love, have then a nobility in their natures more than is native to them,list me. I The lieutenant to-night watches on the court of guard: First, I must tell thee this-Desdemona is directly in love with him.
Rod. With him ? why, 'tis not possible. Tago. Lay thy finger--thus, and let thy soul be instructed. Mark me with what violence she first loved the Moor, but for bragging, and telling her fantastical lies : And will she love him still for prating ? let not thy 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,-again to inflame it, and to give satiety a fresh appetite, - loveliness in favour; sympathy in years, manners, and beauties; all which the Moor is defective in : Now, for want of these required conveniences, her delicate tenderness will find itself abused, begin to heave the gorge, disrelish and abhor the Moor; very nature will instruct her in it, and compel her to some second choice. Now, Sir, this granted (as it is a most pregnant and unforced position), who stands so eminently in the degree of this fortune, as Cassio does ? a knave very voluble; no further conscionable, than in putting on the mere form of civil and humane seeming, for the better compassing of his salt and most hidden loose affection ? Why, none; why, none: A slippery and subtle knave; a finder out of occasions; that has an eye can stamp and counterfeit advantages, though true advantage never present itself: A devilish knave! besides, the knave is handsome, young; and hath all those requisites in him, that folly and green & minds look after : A pestilent complete knave; and the woman hath found him already.
Rod. I cannot believe that in her; she is full of most blessed condition.ll
Iago. Blessed fig's end! the wine she drinks is made of grapes : * Much invited out. † Out of method.
Listen to me. ☆ Unripe.
if she had been blessed, she would never have loved the Moor: Blessed pudding ! didst thou not see her paddle with the palm of his hand ? didst not mark that?
Rod. Yes, that I did ; but that was but courtesy.
Iago. Lechery, by this hand ; an index, and obscure prologue to the history of lust and foul thoughts. They met so near with their lips, that their breaths embraced together. Villanous thoughts, Roderigo ! when these mutualities so martial the way, hard at hand comes the master and main exercise, and incorporate conclusion: Pish !--But, Sir, be you ruled by me: I have brought you from Venice. Watch you to-night; for the command, I'll lay't upon you : Cassio knows you not ;-I'll not be far from you: Do you find some occasion to anger Cassio, either by speaking too loud, or tainting * his discipline; or from what other course you please, which the time shall more favourably minister.
Rod. Well Iago. Sir, he is rash, and very sudden in choler : and, haply with his truncheon 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 taste again, but by the displanting of Cassio. So shall you have a shorter journey to your desires, by the means I shall then have to prefer I
em; and the impediment most profitably removed, without the which there were no expectation of our prosperity. Rod. I will do this, if I can bring it to any opportunity.
Iago. I warrant thee. Meet me by-and-by at the citadel: I must fetch his necessaries ashore. Farewell. Rod. Adieu.
[Exit. Iago. That Cassio loves her, I do well believe it; That she loves him, 'tis apt, and of great credit: The Moor-howbeit that I'endure him not,Is of a constant, loving, noble nature; And I dare think, he'll prove to Desdemona A most dear husband. Now I do love her too; Not out of absolute lust (though, peradventure, I stand accountant for as great a sin), But partly led to diet my revenge, For that I do suspect the lusty Moor Hath leap'd into my seat; the thought whereof Doth, like a poisonous mineral, gnaw my inwards; And nothing can or shall content my soul, Till I am even with him, wife for wife; Or, failing so, yet that I put the Moor At least into a jealousy so strong, That judgment cannot cure. Which thing to do,-If this poor trash of Venice, whom I trace For his quick hunting, stand the putting on, I'll have our Michael Cassio on the hip; Abuse him to the Moor in the rank garb, sFor I fear Cassio with my night-cap too; * Slighting.
+ Whose return to discipline shall only be. # To advance them.
Make the Moor thank me, love me, and reward me,
[Erit. SCENE II.-A Street. Enter a HERALD, with a Proclamation; People following. Her. It is Othello's pleasure, our noble and valiant general, that, upon certain tidings now arrived, importing the mere perdition of the Turkish fleet, every man put himself into triumph; some to dance, some to make bonfires, each man to what sport and revel his addiction leads him; for, besides these beneficial news, it is the celebration of his nuptials: So much was his pleasure should be proclaimed. All offices † are open; and there is full liberty of feasting, from this present hour of five, till the bell hath told eleven. Heaven bless the isle of Cyprus, and our noble general, Othello!
Cas. Iago hath direction what to do;
Oth. Iago is most honest.
[Exeunt OTH. DES. and Attendants.
Iago. Not this hour, lieutenant; 'tis not yet ten o'clock: Our general cast I us thus early, for the love of his Desdemona; whom let us not therefore blame; he hath not yet made wanton the night with her : and she is sport for Jove.
Cas. She's a most exquisite lady.
Iago. What an eye she has ! methinks it sounds a parley of provocation.
Cas. An inviting eye; and yet methinks right modest.
Iago. Well, happiness to their sheets! Come, lieutenant, I have a stoop of wine; and here without are a brace of Cyprus * Entire. + Rooms in the castle.
gallants, that would fain have a measure to the health of the black Othello.
Cas. Not to-night, good Iago; 'I have very poor and unhappy brains for drinking: I could well wish courtesy would invent some other custom of entertainment.
Iago. O, they are our friends; but one cup; I'll drink for you. Cas. I have drunk but one cup to-night, and that was craftily qualified * too, and, behold, what innovation it makes here: I am unfortunate in the infirmity, and dare not task my weakness with any more.
Iago. What, man ! 'tis a night of revels; the gallants desire it.
And let me the canakin clink, clink ; [Sings.
A soldier's a man ;
A life's but a span;
Why then, let a soldier drink. Some wine, boys!
[Wine brought in. Cas. 'Fore heaven, an excellent song.
Iago. I learn'd it in England, where (indeed) they are most potent in potting: your Dane, your German, and your swagbellied Hollander,-- Drink, ho !-are nothing to your English.
Cas. Is your Englishman so expert in his drinking ?
Iago. Why, he drinks you, with facility, your Dane dead drunk; he sweats not to overthrow your Almain; he gives your Hollander a vomit ere the next pottle can be filled.
Cas. To the health of our general.
† A little more than enough.
King Stephen was a worthy peer,
His breeches cost him but a crown ;
With that he calld the tailor-lown. *
And thou art but of low degree :
Then tak thine auld cloak about thee.
Cas. Why, this is a more exquisite song than the other.
Cas. No; for I hold him to be unworthy of his place, that does those things.—Well, Heaven 's above all; and there be souls that must be saved, and there be souls must not be saved.
Iago. It's true, good lieutenant.
Cas. For mine own part,-no offence to the general, or any man of quality, - I hope to be saved.
Iago. And so do I too, lieutenant.
Cas. Ay, but, by your leave, not before me; the lieutenant is to be saved before the ancient. Let's have no more of this; let's to our affairs.-Forgive us our sins !--Gentlemen, let's look to our business. Do not think, gentlemen, I am drunk ;-this is my ancient;-this is my right hand, and this is my left hand :-I am not drunk, now; I can stand well enough, and speak well enough.
All. Excellent well.
Cas. Why, very well, then : you must not think then that I am drunk.
Exit. Mon. To the platform, masters; come, let's set the watch.
Iago. You see this fellow, that is gone before ;-
Mon. But is he often thus ?
Mon. It were well,
[Aside. I pray you, after the lieutenant; go.
[Exit RODERIGO. Mon. And 'tis great pity, that the noble Moor * Sorry fellow. † While the clock strikes four-and-twenty hours.