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But let this same be presently perform’d,
Fort. Let four captains
[A dead march. [Exeunt, bearing off the dead bodies; after which,
a peal of ordnance is shot off.
OTHELLO, THE MOOR OF VENICE.
DUKE OF VENICE.
DESDEMONA, Daughter to Bra-
BIANCA, a Courtezan, Mistress to CASSIO, his Lieutenant.
Cussio. IAGO, his Ancient. RODERIGO, a Venetian Gentleman. MONTANO, Othello's predecessor in OFFICERS, GENTLEMEN, MESSENthe government of Cyprus.
GERS, MUSICIANS, SAILORS, ATCLOWN, Servant to othello.
SCENE, for the first Act, in Venice'; during the rest of the Play,
at a Sea-port in Cyprus.
Enter RODERIGO and Iago.
Jago. 'Sblood, but you will not hear me:-
Rod. Thou toldst me, thou didst hold him in thy hate.
Iago. Despise me, if I do not. Three great ones of the city, In personal suit to make me his lieutenant, Oft capp'd* to him ;-and, by the faith of man, I know my price, I am worth no worse a place : But he, as loving his own pride and purposes, Evades them, with a bombast circumstance,t. Horribly stuff’d with epithets of war; And, in conclusion, nonsuits My mediators; for, certes, says he, I have already chose my officer. And what was he? Forsooth, a great arithmetician, One Michael Cassio, a Florentine, * Saluted.
+ Circumlocution. VOL. IV.
OTHELLO, THE MOOR OF VENICE. [ACT I.
A fellow almost damn'd in a fair life; de For a GMAIN W
Rod. By heaven, I rather would have been his hangman.
Iago. But there's no remedy ; 'tis the curse of service;
Rod. I would not follow him then.
Iago. 0, Sir, content you; I follow him to serve my turn upon him: We cannot all be masters, nor all masters Cannot be truly follow'd. You shall mark Many a duteous and knee-crooking knave, That, doting on his own obsequious bondage, Wears out his time, much like his master's ass, For nought but provender; and, when he's old, cashier'd; Whip me such honest knaves : | Others there are, Who, trimm'd in forms and visages of duty, Keep yet their hearts attending on themselves; And, throwing but shows of service on their lords, Do well thrive by them, and, when they have lined their coats, Do themselves homage: these fellows have some soul; And such a one do I profess myself. For, Sir, It is as sure as you are Roderigo, Were I the Moor, I would not be Iago: In following him, I follow but myself; Heaven is my judge, not I for love and duty, But seeming so, for my peculiar end: For when my outward action doth demonstrate The native act and figure of my heart In compliment extern, I 'tis not long after But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve For daws to peck at: I am not what I am.
Rod. What a full fortune does the thick-lips owe, **
Iago. Call up her father, .
Rod. Here is her father's house; I'll call aloud.
Iago. Do; with like timorous accent, and dire yell, Harrowsmag As when, by night and negligence, the fire Is spied in populous cities.
Rod. What, ho! Brabantio! signior Brabantio, ho!
Iago. Awake! what, ho! Brabantio ! thieves ! thieves ! thieves!
BRABANTIO, above, at a Window.
Rod. Signior, is all your family within ?
Bra. What, have you lost your wits ?
Bra. The worse welcome :
Bra. But thou must needs be sure,
Rod. Patience, good Sir.
Bra. What tell'st thou me of robbing? this is Venice;
Rod. Most grave Brabantio,
Tago. 'Zounds, Sir, you are one of those, tnat will not serve God, if the devilbid you. Because we come to do you service, * I. e. is broken.
you think we are ruffians: You'll have your daughter covered with a Barbary horse; you'll have your nephews* neigh to you: you'll have coursers for cousins, and gennets for germans.
Bra. What profane wretch art thou ?
Iago. I am one, Sir, that comes to tell you, your daughter and the Moor are now making the beast with two backs.
Bra. Thou art a villain.
Rod. Sir, I will answer anything. But I beseech you,
Bra. Strike on the tinder, ho!
[Exit from abore.
[Exit. * Nepotes, grandsons.
+ About midnight.