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Iago. Fie, there is no such man ; it is impos- half have corrupted a votarist: You have told
Rod. Very well! go to! I cannot go to, keepsman; nor 'tis not very well: By this hand, I say, it is very scurvy; and begin to find myself
Des. If any such there be, heaven pardon
Emil. A halter pardon him! and hell knaw
Why should he call her, whore? who
What place? what time? what form? what fobbed in it."
[knave, lago. Very well.
The Moor's abus'd by some most villanous Rod. I tell you, 'tis not very well. I will
Emil. Ó, fie upon him! some such squire he
That turn'd your wit the seamy sidet without
What shall I do to win my lord again?
I know not how I lost him. Here I kneel
And his unkindness may defeat my life,
The business of the state does him offence,
Des. If 'twere no other,
Iago. It is but so, I warrant you. [Trumpets.
And the great messengers of Venice stay:
lago. I grant, indeed, it hath not appeared; and your suspicion is not without wit and judgement. But, Roderigo, if thou hast that within thee indeed, which I have greater reason to believe now than ever,-I mean, purpose, courage, and valour,-this night show it: if thou the next night following enjoyest not Desdemona, take me from this world with treachery, and devise engines for my life.
Rod. Well, what is it? is it within reason, and compass?
Iago. Sir, there is especial commission come ;from Venice, to depute Cassio in Othello's place.
lago. You have said now.
Rod. Ay, and I have said nothing, but what protest intendment of doing.
Jago. Why, now I see there's mettle in thee; and even, from this instant, do build on thee a better opinion than ever before. Give me thy hand, Roderigo: Thou hast taken against me a most just exception; but, yet, I protest, I have dealt most directly in thy affair. Rod. It hath not appeared.
Rod. How do you mean-removing of him? Iago. Why, by making him incapable of Othello's place; knocking out his brains.
Rod. And that you would have me do? Iago. Ay; if you dare do yourself a profit, and a right. He sups to-night with a harlot, 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
How now, Roderigo ?
Rod. I do not find, that thou deal'st justly to fall out between twelve and one,) you may with me? take him at your pleasure: I will be near to second your attempt, and he shall fall between
Iago. What in the contrary? Rod. Every day thou doff'st§ me with some us. Come, stand not amazed at it, but go device, lago; and rather (as it seems to me along with me; I will show you such a necesnow,) keep'st from me all conveniency, than sity in his death, that you shall think yourself suppliest me with the least advantage of hope. bound to put it on him. It is now high supI will, indeed, no longer endure it: Nor am I per-time, and the night draws to waste; about yet persuaded, to put up in peace what already it. I have foolishly suffered.
lago. "Will you hear me, Roderigo?
Rod. 'Faith, I have heard too much; for
Iago. You charge me most unjustly.
+ Inside out. Put'st me off,
Rod. Is that true? why, then Othello and Desdemona return again to Venice.
lago. O, no; he goes into Mauritania, and takes away with him the fair Desdemona, unless his abode be lingered here by some accident; wherein none can be so determinate, as the removing of Cassio.
Rod. I will hear further reason for this.
Enter OTHELLO, LODOVICO, DESDEMONA,
Lod. I do beseech you, Sir, trouble yourself no further.
be returned forthwith there; look, it be done. Des. I will, my lord.
Oth. O, pardon me? 'twill do me good to
Let nobody blame him, his scorn I
Lod. Madam, good night; I humbly thank Nay, that's not next.-Hark! who is it that
Des. Your honour is most welcome.
Emil. It is the wind.
Oth. Will you walk, Sir?-0,-Desdemona,
Des. My lord?
Oth. Get you to bed on the instant, I will If I court mo* women, you'll couch with me
dismiss your attendant
Emil. How goes it now? he looks gentler
Des. He says, he will return incontinent;*
Emil. Dismiss me!
So, get thee gone; good night. Mine eyes do [Exeunt OTHELLO, LODOVICO, and Doth that bode weeping? [itch: Emil. 'Tis neither here nor there.
Des. I have heard it said so.-O, these men,
That there be women who abuse their husbands
Emil. There be some such, no question.
Des. It was his bidding; therefore, good
Give me my nightly wearing, and adieu:
Emil. I would, you had never seen him! Des. So would not I; my love doth so approve him, That even his stubbornness, his checks, and frowns,Pr'ythee, unpin me,-have grace and favour! in them. Emil. I have laid those sheets you bade me on the bed.
Des. All's one:- Good father! how foolish
are our minds!
If I do die before thee, pr'ythee, shroud me
Emil. Come, come, you talk.
And she died singing it: That song, to-night,
Emil. Shall I go fetch your night-gown?
Lay by these:
Sing willow, willow, willow; Pr'ythee, hic thee; he'll come anon.
Des. I call'd my love. false love; but what said he then?
Sing willow, &c.
Emil. Why, would not you?
Des. No, by this heavenly light!
Emil. Nor I neither by this heavenly light:
might do't as well i'the dark.
Des. Wouldst thou do such a deed for all the world?
Emil. The world is a huge thing: 'Tis a great price For a small vice.
Des. Good troth, I think thou wouldst not. Emil. By my troth, I think I should; and do such a thing for a joint-ring; nor for meeundo't, when I had done. Marry, I would not sures of lawn; nor for gowns, petticoats, nor caps, nor any petty exhibition: but, for the whole world,-Why, who would not make ber should venture purgatory for't. husband a cuckold, to make him a monarch?
Des. Beshrew me, if I would do such a wrong for the whole world.
Emil. Why, the wrong is but a wrong i'the world; and, having the world for your labour, quickly make it right. 'tis a wrong in your own world, and you might
Des. I do not think there is any such wo
Or scant our former havingt in despite ;
Des. The poor soul sat sighing by a sycamore Why, we have galls; and, though we have some grace, Sing all a green willow; [Singing. Yet we have some revenge. [know, Her hand on her bosom, her head on her knee, Their wives have senset like them: they see, Let husbands Sing willow, willow, willow: and smell,
The fresh streams ran by her, and murmur'd
And have their palates both for sweet and sour
Her salt tears fell from her, and soften'd the I think it is; And doth affection breed it?
I think, it doth; Is't frailty, that thus errs?
Emil. Yes, a dozen; and as many
To the vantage, as would store the world they
But, I do think, it is their husbands' faults,
Sing all a green willow must be my The ills we do, their ills instruct us to.
Mo for more.
Or else break out in peevish jealousies,
+ Our former allowance of expense. + Sensation.
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I do not think there w
Yes, a dozen; and Vantage, as would store play'd for
do think, it is their baland's
Des. Good night, good night: Heaven me such usage send, Not to pick bad from bad; but, by bad, mend! [Exeunt.
Wear thy good rapier bare," and put it home: Quick, quick; fear nothing; I'll be at thy elbow:
do fall: Say, that they s ties,
It makes us, or it mars us; think on that, And fix most firm thy resolution.
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SCENE I-A Street.
Enter LAGO and RODERIGO.
Iago. Here, stand behind this bulk; straight will he come ;
Rod. Be near at hand; I may miscarry in't. lago. Here, at thy hand; be bold, and take thy sword. [Retires to a little distance. Rod. I have no great devotion to the deed; And yet he has given me satisfying reasons:'Tis but a man gone :-forth, my sword; he dies. [Goes to his stand. Iago. I have rubb'd this young quat almost to the sense,t [Cassio, And he grows angry. Now, whether he kill Or Cassio him, or each do kill the other, Every way makes my gain: Live Roderigo, He calls me to a restitution large
Of gold, and jewels, that I bobb'd from him,
It must not be if Cassio do remain,
know, The ills we do, their ills instruct w
1. Our former L
That makes me ugly; and, besides, the Moor May unfold me to him; there stand I in much
peril: No, he must die :—But so, I hear him coming.
Enter OTHELLO, at a distance.
Oth. The voice of Cassio :-Iago keeps his word.
Rod. O, villain that I am!
Oth. Hark! 'tis even so.
Cas. O, help! ho! light! a surgeon!
Oth. 'Tis he:-O brave lago, honest, and [wrong!
just, That hast such noble sense of thy friend's Thou teachest me,-Minion, your dear lies dead, And
your fate hies apace :-Strumpet, I come: Forth of my heart those charms, thine eyes, are blotted;
Thy bed, lust-stain'd, shall with lust's blood be [Exit OTHELLO.
Enter LODOVICO and GRATIANO, at a distance. Cas. What, ho! no watch? no passage?* murder! murder!
Gra. 'Tis some mischance; the cry is very direful.
Cas. O, help!
To the quick. & Out.
What are you there? come in, and give some
Iago. O murderous slave! O villain! [LAGO stabs RODERICO. Rod. O damn'd lago! O inhuman dog!-0!0! O!
Iago. Kill men i'the dark ?-Where be these bloody thieves?
How silent is this town!-Ho! murder! mur
What may you be? are you of good or evil ?
Iago. I cry you mercy; Here's Cassio hurt By villains.
lago. How is it, brother?
Cas. My leg is cut in two.
lago. Marry, heaven forbid !--
Light, gentlemen; I'll bind it with my shirt.
Tugo. Lend me a garter: So.-0, for a chair, SCENE II-A Bedchenler: DESDEMONA is To bear him easily hence! Bed asleep.-A Light burning. Enter OTHELLO.
Bian. Alas, ants-0 Cassio! Cassio!
Jago. Gentlemen all. I do suspect this trash
Gra. What, of Venice ?
Let me not name it to you, you chaste stars!—
Iago. Even he, Sir; did you know him?
Iago. Signior Gratiano? I cry you gentle I can again thy former light restore, [ners, Should I repent me :-but once put out thine, These bloody accidents must excuse my man- Thou cunning'st pattern of excelling nature, That so neglected you. I know not where is that Promethean heat, That can thy light relume. When I have pluck'd thy rose,
Gra. I am glad to see you.
lago. How do you, Cassio?-0, a chair, a chair!
I cannot give it vital life again, It needs must wither:-I'll smell it on the lago. He, he, 'tis he-O, that's well said; tree.[Kissing her. -the chair:- [A Chair brought in. O balmy breath, that dost almost persuade Some good man bear him carefully from hence; Justice to break her sword!-One more, one I'll fetch the general's surgeon.-For you, mis
tress, [To BIANCA. Be thus when thou art dead, and I will kill Save you your labour. He that lies slain here,
Was my dear friend; What malice was between you?
C... None in the world; nor do I know the
Emil. Alas, what's the matter; what's the matter, husband?
Iage. Cassio hath here been set on in the
Oth. It is the cause, it is the cause, my soul,
And love thee after ;-One more, and this the last:
So sweet was ne'er so fatal. I must weep,
It strikes, where it doth love.-She wakes-
Des. Will you come to bed, my lord?
Oth. If you bethink yourself of any crime,
Des. Alas, my lord, what may you mean by
cither makes me, or fordoes" me quite.
Oth. Well, do it, and be brief; I will wak by:
would not kill thy unprepared spirit: No,-Heaven forfend it-I would not kill thy
Des. Talk you of killing?
Des. Then heaven
Oth. Think on thy sins.
Des. They are loves I bear to you.
Des. That death's unnatural, that kills t
Alas, why gnaw you so your nether lip! happ'd.These are portents; but yet, I hope, I hope, Some bloody passion shakes your very frame
They do not point on me.
Des. I will so; What's the matter?
*Z. c, The light of life.
Oth. That handkerchief, which I so lov'd, Still as the grave. Shall she come in? Were't and gave thee, Thou gav'st to Cassio.
Des. No, by my life and soul; 12: Send for the man, and ask him. Oth. Sweet soul, take heed,
I think, she stirs again :-No.-What's the
Take heed of perjury: thou'rt on thy death-O, insupportable! O heavy hour!
Therefore confess thee reely of thy sin;
Emil [Within.] I do beseech you I may
Des. And have you mercy too;-I never did
that dost als kber sword
Well, do it, and be bre by: ld not kill thy unprepa Heaven forfend S soul.
Ps. Talk you of killing
Oth. Amen, with all my hear
Des. If you say so, I hope
Des. He found it then;
I never gave it him :-Send for him hither,
And let him confess a truth.
Oth. He hath confess'd.
Since guiltiness I know not
They do not point on me ide. Oh Peace, and be st
Des. I will so
The light of
O, good my lord!
Oth. I had forgot thee: 0, come in, Emilia:-[draw.Soft, -by and by :-Let me the curtains Where art thou? What's the matter with thee now? [Unlocks the door.
Des. What, my lord?
Oth. That he hath-us'd thee.
Des. He'll not say so.
Oth. No, his mouth is stopp'd;
Oth. Had all his hairs been lives, my great
Des. Alas! he is betray'd, and I undone.
Des. O, banish me, my lord, but kill me
Oth. Being done,
Des. But while I say one prayer.
Oth. What noise is this?-Not dead! not yet
I, that am cruel, am yet merciful;
I would not have thee linger in thy pain.→
Emil. [Within.] What ho! my lord, my
Emil. [Within.] O, good my lord, I would
Tike she comes to speak of Cassio's death;
Emil. O, good my lord, yonder's foul mur der done.
Oth. What? now?
Emil. But now, my lord.
Oth. It is the very error of the moon ;
She comes more near the earth than she was
Emil. Cassio, my lord, has kill'd a young
Oth. Down, strumpet!
Des. Nobody; I myself; farewell:
Des. Kill me to-morrow, let me live to-night. Commend me to my kind lord; 0, farewell.
Help! help, ho! help!-O lady, speak again!
* A sacrifice atoning for thy crime.
It is supposed that some theatrical direction has been
Oth. Why, how should she be murder'd?
Oth. You heard her say herself, it was not I.
Oth. She's, like a liar, gone to burning hell 'Twas I that kill'd her.
Emil. O, the more angel she,
And you the blacker devil!
Oth. She turn'd to folly, and she was a
Emil. Thou dost belie her, and thou art a devil.
Oth. She was false as water.
O, I were damn'd beneath all depth in hell,
Oth. Thy husband.
Emil That she was false to wedlock?
Nay, had she been true,
If heaven would make me such another world