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And many worthy and chaste danics, even thos, Oth. Now he importunes him
All guiltiess meet reproach. -Whal, ho! my lord! To tell it o'er : go to; well said, well said. [.1 side.

lago. She gives it out, that you shall marry hier:
Enter Cassio.

Do you intend it? My lord, I say! Othello !-How now, Cassio 1

Cas. Ha, ha, ha! ras. What is the matter!

Oth. Do you triumph, Roman? Do you triumphi ? lago. My lord is fallen into an epilepsy;

(Aside. This is his second fit; he had one yesterday.

Cas. I marry her!-What? a customer*! I pi'yCos. Rub him about the temples.

thee, bear soine charity to my wit; do not think it lago. No, forbear :

so unwholesome. Ha, ha, ha! The lethargy must have his quiet course :

Oth. So, so, so, so: they laugh that win. If not, he journs at mouth; and, by and by,

{ Aside. Breaks out to savage madness. Look, he stirs : lago. 'Faith, the cry goes, that you shall marry Do you withdraw yourself a little while,

her. He will recover straight ; when he is gone,

Cas. Pr'ythee, say true.
I would on great occasion speak with you. -

lago. I am a very villain else.
(Exit Cassio. Olh. Have you scored me? Well.

Aside
How is it, general ? Have you not hurt your head ? Cas. This is the monkey's own giving out : she is
Oth. Dost thou mock me?

persuaded I will marry her, out of her own love lago. I mock you! No, hy heaven:

and flattery, not out of my promise. Would you would bear your fortunes like a man. Olh. lago beckons me; now he begins the story. Oth. A horned man's a monster, and a beast.

[ Aside. lago. There's many a beast then in a populous Cas. She was here even now ; she haunts me in city,

every place. I was, the other day, talking on the And many a civil monster.

sea-bank with certain Venetians; and thither cornes Oth. Did he confess it?

this bauble; by this hand, she falls thus about my lago. Good Sir, be a man;

neck ;Think, every bearded fellow, that's but yoked, Oth. Crying, O dear Cassio! as it were : his gesMay draw with you: there's millions now alive, ture imports it.

(A side. That nightly lie in those unproper. beds,

Cas. So hangs, and lolls, and weeps upon nie; Which they dare swear peculiar; your case is so hales, and polis me: ha, ha, ha!better.

Oth. Now he tells, how she pluck'd him to niy 0, 'tis the spite of hell, the fiend's arch-mock, chamber: 0, I see that nose of yours, but not that To lip a wanton in a secure couch,

dog I shall throw it to.

[Aside. And to suppose her chaste! No, let me know;

Cas. Well, I must leave her company. And, knowing what I am, I know what slie shall

lago. Before me! Look where she comes. Oth. O, thon art wise ; 'tis certain.

Enter BIANCA. Iago. Stand you awhile apart ;

Cas. 'Tis sucli another fitchew +! marry, a per Contine yourself but in a patient list +.

fumed onc.--What do you mean by this haunting Whilst yon were here, ere while mad with your of me? grief

Bian. Let the devil and his dum hannt you! (A passion most nnsniting such a man),

What did you mean by that same handkerchief, Cassio came hither: I shilled him away,

you gave me even now! I was a fine tool to take And Jaid good 'scuse upon your ecstasy ;

I niust take out the whole work ?--Alikely Bade him anon return, and here speak with me; piece of work, that you should find it in your The which he promised. Do bul encave I yourself, chainber, and not know who left it there! This is And mark the fieers, the gibes, and notable scorns, some minx's token, and I must take out the work? That dwell in every region of his face ;

There,-give it your hobby-horse: wheresoever Por I will make him tell the tale anew,

you had it, I'll take out no work on't. Where, how, how oft, how long ago, and when Cas. How now, my sweet Bianca ? How now? He hath, and is again to cope your wile ;

llow now? I say, but mark his gesture. Marry, patience; Oth. By heaven, that should be my handher. Or I shall say, you are all in all ic spleen,

chief!

[ Asint. And noihiug of a man.

Bian. An you'll come to supper to-night, you Oth. Dost thon hear, lago?

may: an you will not, come when you are next I will be found most cunning in my patience; prepared for.

(Exit. But (dost thou hear ?) most bloody.

Iugo. After her, after her. lago. That's not anniss;

Cas. 'Faith I must, she'll rail in the street cise, But yet keep time in all. Will you withdraw? logo. Will you sup there?

(Othello withdraws. Cus. 'Faith, I intend so. Now will I question Cassio of Bianca,

logo. Well, I may chance to see you; for I A housewife, that, hy selling her desires,

would very lain speak with you. Buys hersell bread and clothes: it is a creature, Cas. Pr'ythce, come ; will you? That dotes on Cassio,-as 'tis the strumpet's plague, Iago. Go to; say no more.

[Erit Cassio. To beguile many, and be beguiled by one;

Oth. How shall I murder him, lago? He, when he hears of her, cannot refrain

lago. Did you peiceive how he laugh'd at his From the excess of laughter :-Here he comes :- vice?

Oth. 0, Jago!
Re-enter Cassio.

Ingo. And did you see the handkerchief?
As he shall smile, Othello shall go mad;

Oth. Was that mine?
And his unbookish 9 jealousy must construie

Iago. Yours, by this hand : and to see how lie
Poor Cassio's smiles, gestures, and light behaviour prizes the foolish woman, your wife ! She gave it
Quite in the wrong.-How do you now, lieutenant? him, and he hath given it his whore.
Cas. The worser, that you give nie the addition 1, oth. I would have him nine years a killing:-
Whose want even kills me.

A fine woman ! A fair woman! A sweet woman !
Iago. Ply Desdemona well, and you are sure of't. lago. Nay, you must forget that.
Now, if this suit lay in Bianca's power,

O'h. Ay, lei her rot and perish, and be damn'd

(Szeaking lower. to-night; for she shall not live: no, my heart is How quickly should you speed ?

turn'd to stone; I strike it, and it hurts my hand. Cas. Alas, poor cauti!

0, the world hath not a sweeter creature : she
Oth. Look, how he laughs already! (Aside. I might lie by an emperor's side, and cominand him
Iago. I never knew a woman love man so.

tasks.
Cas. Alas, poor rogue! I think i' iaith she loves Iugo. Nay, that's not your way.

Oth. Hang her! I do but say what she is :- So
Oth. Now he denies it fainlly, and laughs it out. delicate with her needle!- An admirable music

(Aside. cian! O, she will sing the savageness out of a
lago. Do you hear, Cassio?

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(Exil Desdemona. Jago. Ay, too gentle.

Cassio shall have my place. And, -Sir, lo-night, oth. Nay, that's certain : but yet the pity of it, I do entreat that we may sap together. lago!-0, lago, the pity of it, lago!

You are welcome, Sir, lo Cyprus.-Goats, and Iago. If you are so fond over her iniquity, give

monkies!

(Exit. her patent to offend ; for, if it touch you not, it

Lod. Is this the noble Moor whom our full senate comes near nobody.

Call-all-in-all suficient ?- This the noble nature Oth. I will chop her into messes :-Cuckold me! Whom passion could not shake? Whose solid vir- 1,1 Iago. 0, 'uis foul in her. Oth. With mine officer !

The shot of accident, nor dart of chance, Iago. That's fouler.

Could neither graze, nor pierce ? Oth. Get me some poison, lago; this night:-1'll Iago. He is much changed. not expostulate with her, lest her body and beauty Lod. Are his wits safe? Is he not light of brain ? unprovide my mind again : this night, Iago.

lago. He is that he is; I may not breathe my lago. Do it not with poison, strangle her in her bed, even in the bed she hath contaminated. What he might be,-if, what he might, he is not.

Oth. Good, good : the justice of it pleases ; very I would to heaven, he were. good.

Lod. What, strike his wife ! Iago. And, for Cassio,-let me be his undertaker ; lugo. 'Faith, that was not so well; yet 'would I You shall hear more by midnight.

knew, (A Trumpet within. That stroke would prove the worst. Oth. Excellent good.Whai trumpet is that Lod. Is it his use? same ?

Or did the letters work upon his blood, Iago. Something from Venice, sure. 'Tis Lodo- And new.create this fault'? vico,

lago. Alas, alas! Come from the duke: and see, your wife is with It is not honesly in me, to speak him.

What I have seen and known. You shall observe Enter LODOVICO, DESDEMONA, and Attendants. And his own courses will denote him so, Lod. 'Save you, worthy general !

That I may save my speech : do but go after, Oth, With all my heart, Sir.

And mark how he continues. Lod. The duke and senators of Venice greet you. Lod. I anı sorry, that I am deceived in him. (Gives him a Packet.

(Eseunt. Olh. I kiss the instrument of their pleasures.

SCENE II.-A Room in the Castle. (Opens the Packet, and reads. Des. And what's the news, good cousin Lodo.

Enter OTHELLO and Emilia. vicos

Oth. You have seen nothing then ? Iago. I am very glad to see you, signior;

Emil. Nor ever heard ; nor ever did suspect. Welcome to Cyprus.

Ouh. Yes, you have seen Cassio and she together. Lod. I thank yon : How does lieutenant Cassio ?

Emil. But then I saw no baim; and then I lago. Lives, Sir.

heard Des. Cousin, there's fallen between him and my Each syllable, that breath made np between them. lord

Oth. What, did they never whisper?
An unkind breach : but you shall make all well. Emil. Never, my lord.
Oth. Are you sure of that?

Oth. Nor send you out o' the way?
Des. My lord ?

Emil. Never. Oth. This fail you not to do, as you will-(Reads. Olh. To fetch her fan, her gloves, her mask, nor Lod. He did not call: he's busy in the paper.

nothing? Is there division 'twixt thy lord and Cassio ?

Emil. Never, my lord.
Des. A most nnbappy one; I would do much Oth. That's strange.
To atone + them, for the love I bear to Cassio Emil. I durst, my lord, to wager she is honest,
Oth. Fire and brimstone !

Lay down my soul at stake : if you think other,
Des. My lord ?

Remove your thought; it doth abuse your bosom. Oth. Are you wise

If any wretch hath put this in your head Des. What, is he angry?

Let heaven requite it with the serpent's curse!
Lod. May be, the letter moved him;

For, if she be not honest, chaste, and true,
For, as I think, they do cominand him home, There's no man happy; the purest of their wives
Deputing Cassio in his government.

Is foul as slander.
Des. By my troth, I am glad on't.

Oth. Bid her come hither :-Go.- (Erit Emilia. Olh. Indeed.

She says enough :-yet she's a simple bawd, Des. My lord ?

That cannot say as much. This is a subtle whore, Oth. I am glad to see you mad.

A closet-lock-and-key of villainous secrels: Des. How, sweet Othello!

And yet she'll kveel, and pray; I ha seen her Oth, Devil!

(Striking her.

do't. Des. I have not deserved this.

Re-enter Emilia, with DESDEMONA. Lod. My lord, this would not be believed in Ve. mice,

Des. My lord, what is your will ? Though I should swear I saw it : 'tis very much ; Oth. Pray, chuck, come hither. Make her amends, she weeps.

Des. What is your pleasure?
Oth. O devil, devil!

Oth. Let me see your eyes ;
If that the earth could teem with woman's tears, Look in my face.
Each drop she falls would prove a crocodile :- Des. What horrible fancy's this!
Out of my sight!

Oth. Soine of your function, mistress;
Des. I will not stay to offend you. (Going.

i To Emilia. Lod. Truly, an obedient lady I

Leave procreants alone, and shut the door;
I do beseech your lordship, call her back. Cough, or cry-hem, if any body come:
Oth. Mistress,

Your mystery, your mystery ; nay, despatch.
Des. My lord ?

(Erit Emilia. Oth. What would you with her, Sir ?

Des. Upon my knees, what doth your speech in Lod. Who, 1, my lord ?

port! Oth. Ay; you did wish, that I would make her I understand a fury in your words, turn:

But not the words.
Sir, she can tirn, and torn, and yet go on,

Oth. Why, what art thou ?
And turn again ; and she can weep, Sir, weep: Des. Your wile, my lord ; your true
And she's obedient, as you say,-obedient,

And loyal wife.
Very obedient ;-Proceed you in your tears. Olh. Come, swear it, damn thyself,
Concerning this, Sir,-0 well-painted passion ! Lest, being like one of heaven, the devils them.

selves I am commanded honie :-Get you away; I'll send for you anon.-Sir, I obey the mandate, Should tear to seize thee: therefore be double

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Des. Heaven doth truly know it.
Oth. Heaven truly knows, that thou art false as

Re-enter Emilia, with Tago.
hell.

Iago. What is your pleasure, madam? How is it Des. To whom, my lord ? With whom? How am

with you! I false?

Des. I cannot tell. Those, that do teach young Och. O Desdemona!-Away! Away! Away!

babes, Des. Alas, the heavy day! - Why do you weep? Do it with gentle means, and easy tasks: Am I the occasion of these tears, my lord 1 He might have chid me so; for, in good faith, lf, baply, you my father do suspect,

I am a child to chiding. An instrument of this your calling back,

Jago. What's the maller, lady? Lay not your blame on me; if you have lost him, Emil. Alas, lago, my lord hath so bewhored her, Why, I have lost him too.

Thrown such despite and heavy lerins upon her, oih. Had it pleased heaven

As true hearts cannot bear. To try nie with affliction ; had he rain'd

Des. Am I that name, lago? All kinds of sores, and shames, on my bare head; Ingo. What name, fair lady? Steep'd me in poverty to the very lips;

Des. Such as, she says, my lord did say I was. Given to captivity me and my utinost hopes; Emil. He call'd her, whore ; a beggar, in his I should have found in some part of my soul

drivk, A drop of patience : but (alas !) to make me Could not have laid such terms upon his callet. A fixed figure, for the time of scorn

lago. Why did he so? To point his slow uninoving finger at,

Des. I do not know ; I am sure, I am none such. 0:0!

lago. Do not weep, do not weep : Alas, the day! Yet could I bear that too; well, very well :

Emil. Has she forsook so many noble matches, But there, where I have garner'd up my heart; Her father, and her country, and her friends, Where either I must live, or bear no lite;

To be call'd--whore? Would it not make one weep? The fountain from the which my current runs, Des. It is my wretched fortune. Or else dries up; to be discarded thence!

logo. Beshrew him for it! Or keep it as a cistern, for foul toads

How comes this trick upon him? To knot and gender in !-Turn thy complexion Des. Nay, heaven doth know. there!

Emil. I will be hang'd, if somie eternal villain, Patience, thou young and rose-lipp'd cherubin; Some busy and insinuating rogue, Ay, there, look grim as hell!

Some cogging cozening slave, to get some office, Des. I hope, my noble lord esteems me honest. Have not devised this slander; I'll be hang'd else. Oth. 0, ay; as summer tlies are in the shambles; Iago. Fie, there is no such man: it is impossible. That quicken even with blowing. Othou weed, Des. If any such there be, heaveir pardon him! Who art so lovely fair, and smell'st so sweet, Emil. A halter pardon him! and hell gnaw huis That the sense aches at thee.--'Would, thou hadst

bones! ne'er been born!

Why should he call her, whore? Who keeps her Des. Alas, what ignorant sin have I cominitted ?

company ? Oth. Was this fair paper, this most goodly book, What place? What time? What form? What likeli. Made to write whore upon? What conmilied !

hood ? Committed !-0 thou public coninoner!

The Moor's abused by some most villainous knave, I should make very forges of my cheeks,

Some base notorious knave, some scurvy fellow: That would to cinders burn up modesty,

O, heaven, that such companions + thou'dst un. Did I bat speak thy deeds.- What committed !

fold; Heaven stops the nose at it, and the moon winks ; And put in every honest hand a whip, The bawdy wind, that kisses all it meets,

To lash the rascal naked through the world, is bash'd within the hollow mine of earth,

Even from the east to the west ! And will not hear it : What committed !

Iago. Speak within door. Impudent strampet!

Emil. O, tie upon him ! Some such squire he was, Des. By heaven, you do me wrong.

That turn'd your wit the seamy side 1 without, Oth. Are not you a strumpet ?

And made you to sui-pect me with the Moor. Des. No, as I'am a christian :

Iago. You are a fool ; go to. Is to preserve this vessel for my lord,

Des. O good lago, From any other foul unlawful touch,

What shall I do to win my lord again? Be-not to be a strumpet, I am none.

Good friend, go to him ; for by this light of heaven, Oth. What, not a whore ?

I know not how I lost him. Here I kneel:Des. No, as I shall be saved.

If e'er my will did trespass 'gainst his love, Oth. Is it possible ?

Either in discourse of thought, or actual deed; Des. O, heaven forgive us!

Or that mine eyes, mine ears, or any sense, Oth. I cry you mercy, then;

Delighted them in any other form ; I took you for that cunning whore of Venice, Or that I do not yet, and ever did, That married with Othello.You, mistress,

And ever will,-though he do shake me off

To beggarly divorcement,- love him dearly,
Re-enter Emilia,

Comfort forswear me ! Unkindness may do much ;
That have the office opposite to Saint Peter, And his unkindness may defeat my life,
And keep the gate of hell; You! you! ay, you! But never taint my love. I cannot say, whore ;
We have done our course; there's money for your It does abhor me, now I speak the word ;
pains;

To do the act that might the addition ý earn, I pray you, turn the key, and keep our counsel. Not the world's mass of vanity could make me.

(Erit. Iago. I pray you, be content; 'lis but his huEmil. Alas, what does this gentleman conceive

mour; How do you, madam? How do you, my good The business of the state does him offence, lady?'

And he does chide with you. Des. 'Faith, half asleep.

Des. If' were no other,Emil. Good madam, what's the matter with my lago. It is but so, I warrant you. [Trumpets. lord ?

Hark, how these instruments summon to supper! Des. With who?

And the great inessengers of Venice stay : Emil. Why, with my lord, madam.

Go in, and weep not; all things shall be well. Des. Who is thy lord ?

(Exeunt Desdemona und Emilia. Emil. He that is yours, sweet lady.

Enter RODERIGO.
Des. I have none : do not talk to me, Emilia ;
I cannot weep; nor answer I have none,

How now, Roderigo ?
But what should go by water. Prythee, to-night Rod. I do not find, that thou deal'st justly with
Lay on my bed my wedding sheets,-remember ;-me.
And call thy husband hither.

Iago. What in the contrary ? Emil. Here is a change, indeed !

(Erit. Rou. Every day thou dun'st || me with some Des. 'T'is meet I should be used so, very meet. device, lago ; and rather (as it seems to ine vow), How have I been behaved, that he night stick keep'st froin me all conveniency, than suppliest me The small'st opinion on my great'st abuse ?

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with the Icast advantage of hope. I will, indeed, Des. I will, my lord. no longer endure it: nor am I yet persuaded, to

(Exerint Otholio, Lodovico, and Antendant put up in peace what already I have foolishly suf- Emil. How goes it now? he looks gentler tha fer'd.

he did. lugo. Will you hear me, Roderige?

Des. He says, he will return incontinente; Rod. 'Faith, I have heard too much; for your He hath commanded me to go to bed, words and performance are no kin together.

And bade me to dismiss you. lago. You charge me most unjastly.

Emil. Dismiss me! Rod. With nought but truth. I have wasted my. Des. It was his bidding; therefore, good Emilia self out of my means. The jewels you have had Give me my nightly wearing, and adieu : from me, to deliver to Desdemona, would half have We must not now displease him. corrupled a votarist: you have told me-she has Emil. I would, you had never seen him ! received them, and return’d me expectations and Des. So would not I; my love doth so approve comforts of sudden respect and acquaintance; but

him, 1 find none.

That even his stubbornness, his checks, Ingo. Well; go to ; very well.

frowns, Rod. Very well! go to ! I cannot go to, man: nor Priythee, upin me.-have grace and favour in. 'lis not very well : by this hand, I say, it is very

them. scirvy: and begin to find nyself fobbed in it. Emil. I have laid those sheets you bade me lago. Very well.

the bed. Rod. I tell you, 'lis not very well. I will make Des. All's one :-Good father! how foolish are myself known to Desdemona: if she will return me

our minds ! mi jewels, I will give over my suit, and repent my If I do die before thee, pr’ythee, shroud me unlawful solicitation ; if not, assure yourseli, I will

In one of those same sheets. seek satisfaction of yon.

Emil. Come, conie, you talk. Iugo. You have said now.

Des. My mother had a inaid call'd-Barbara ; Rod. Ay, and I have said nothing, but what I She was in love; and he, she loved, proved mad t, protest intendment of doing.

And did forsake her : she had a song of-willow, lago. Why, now I see there's mettle in thee; and An old thing 'was, but it express'd lier fortune, even, from this instant, do build on thee a better And she died singing it: that song, to-night, opinion than ever before. Give me thy land, Ro- Will not go from my mind ; I have much to do, derigo : thou hast taken against me a most just ex- But to go hang my head all at one side, ception; but, yet, 1 protest, I have dealt most di. And sing it like poor Barbara. Prythee, despatch. rectly in thy ailair.

Emil. Shall I go fetch your night-gown? Rod. It hath not appear'd.

Des. No, upin me here.lago. I grant, indeed, it hath not appear'd ; and This Lodovico is a proper man. your suspicion is not without wit and judgment. Emil. A very handsome man. But, Roderigo, if thon hast that within thee indeed, Des. And he speaks well. which I have greater reason to believe now than Emil. I know a lady in Venice, who would have ever, -I mean, purpose, courage, and valour,-this walk'd barefoot to Palestine, for a touch of his ne. night shew it: ii thou the next night following en- ther lip joyest not Desdemona, take me from this world with

1. treachery, and devise engines for my life. Rod. Well, what is it? Is it within reason, and

Des. The poor soul sat sighing by a sycamore tree, conipass ?

Sing all a green willon;

(Singing. Iago. Sir, there is special commission come from Her hand on her bosom, her head on her knee, Venice, to depute Cassio in Othello's place.

Sing willow, willou, willow : Rod. Is that true? why, then Othello and Desde.

The fresh streams ran by her, and murmur'd her mona return again to Venice.

modus; Iago. 0, no ; he goes into Manritania, and takes

Sing uillou, &c. away with him the fair Desdemona, unless his abode be linger'd bere by soine accident; wherein

Her salt tears foll jroin her, and soften'd the

stones; none can be so determinate, as the removing of Cassio.

Lay by these : Rod. How do yon mean-removing of him?

Sing willou, millor, willow ; lago. Why, by making him uncapable of Othello's Pr’ythee, hie thee; he'll come anon.---. place; knocking out his brains. Rod. And thai you would have me do?

Sing all a green willow must be my gar. lago. Ay, if you dare do yourself a profit, and a

land. right. He sups to-night with a harlot, and thither

II. will I go to him ;- he knows not yet of his honourable fortune: if you will watch his going thence

Let nobody blame him, his scorn I approve, (which I will fashion to fall out between twelve and Nay, that's not next.-Hark! who is it that knocks? one), you may take him at your pleasure ; I will be

Emil. It is the wind. near to second your attempt, and he shall fall be. tween ns. Come, stand not amazed at it, but go Des. I call'd my love, false lore ; but uhat said along with nie; I will shew von such a necessity in

he then ? his cleath, that you shall think yourself bound to

Sing wrillon, &c. put it on him. It is now high supper-time, and the If I court mo women, you'll couch with mo men. night grows to waste : about it. Rod. I will hear further reason for this.

So, get thee gone; good night. Mine eyes do itch; lago. And you shall be satistied. (Ereunt.

Doth that bode weeping?

Emil. 'Tis neither here nor there.

Des. I have heard it said so.--, these men, SCEVE 111.- Another Room in the Castle.

these men! Enter OTHELLO, Lopovico. DESDEMONA, Emilia, That there be women do abuse their husbands

Dost thon in conscience think,-tell me, Emilia, and Attendants.

In such gross kind ? Lod. I do heseech you, Sir, trouble yourself no

Einil. There be some such, no question. further.

Des. Woulist thou do such a deed for all the Olh. O pardon me ; 'twill do me good to walk.

Vorld! Loit. Madam, good night; 1 humbly thank your

Emil Why, would not you? ladyship.

Drs. No, by this beavenly light! Des. Yoni honour is most welcome.

Emil. Nor I neither of this heavenly light; Oth. Will you walk, Siria,

I might do't as well i' tlie daik. 0,- Desdemona,

Des. Wouldst thou do such a dced for all the Des. My lori!

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bade me

w foolish are

roud me

1- Barbara; - proved mad gof-t, her fortune, to night, mach to do, side,

thee, despatch. l-gown?

who would here a touch of his

a sucarere ir,

(Singing on her ki,

Des. Good troth, I think thou wouldst not.
El. By my troch, I think I should; and undo't,

Enter OTHELLO, at a distance.
ska I had done. Marry, I would not do such a Oth. The voice of Cassio :-Jago keeps his word.
was for a joint-ring; nor for measures of lawn; Rod. 0, villain that I am !

for gowns, petticoats, nor caps, nor any petty oth. llark! 'lis even so.

voiton : but, for the whole world, --Why, who Cus. O, help! Ho! light! A surgeon ! vald not make her husband a cuckold, to make Oth. 'Tis he;-0 brave lago, honest, and just, 1. 3 monarch? should venture purgatory for't. That has such noble sense of thy friend's wrong Ds. Beshirew me, if I would do such a wrong Thou teachest me,-- Minion, your dear lies dead, ride whole world.

And your fate hies apace :-Strumpet, I come : Eil. Why, the wrong is but a wrong i' the Forthi* of my heart those charms, thine eyes, are 6., and, having the world for your labour, 'us

blotted ; strong in your own world, and you might quickly Thy bed, lust-stain'd, shall with lust's blood be make it right.

spotted.

(Exit Othello. Des. I do not think there is any such woman. Eail. Yes, a dozen; and as many

Enter Lodovico and GRATIANO, at a distance. To the vantage, as would store the world they Cas. What, ho! No watch? No passage ? + Murplay'd for.

der! murder! let. I do think, it is their husbands' faults,

Gra. 'Tis some mischance; the cry is very diresires do fall: say, that they slack their duties,

ful. And pour our treasures into foreign laps;

Cas. 0, help!
og else break out in peevish jealousies,

Lod. Hark!
Tuosing restraint upon us; or, say, they strike us, Rod. () wretched villain !
Oscant our former having in despile;

Lod. Tuo or three groans :- It is a heavy $ night; Way, we have galls; and, though we have some These may be counterfeits ; let's think't unsafe grace,

To come in to the cry, without more help.
Te we have some revenge. Let husbands know, kod. Nobody come? then shall I bleed to death.
Their wives have sense t like them : they see, and
smell,

Enter Laco, with a Light.
And have their palates both for sweet and sour, Lod, Hark!
1; hasbands have. What is it that they do,

Gra. Here's one comes in his shirt, with light
When they change is for others? Is it sport?

and weapons. I think it is; and doth affection breed it?

lago. Who's there? Whose noise is this, that cries I think, it doth ; Is't frailty, that thus crrs?

on murder?
It so too: And have not we affections ?

Lod. We do not know.
Deires for sport ? And frailty, as men have ?

lago. Did you not hear a cry?
Then, let them use us well: else, let them know, Cus. Here, here; for heaven's sake, help me.
Tue ills we do, their ills instruct us 10.

Iugo. What's the matter? Des. Good night, good night: Heaven me such Gra. This is Othello's ancient, as I take it. usage send,

Lod. The same, indeed ; a very valiant fellow. Not to pick bad from bad; but, by bad, mend ! Iago. What are you here that cry so grievously?

[Excunt. Cus. lago? 0, I am spoil'd, undone by villains !

Give me some help.
ACT V.

lago. O me, lieutenant ! What villains have done

this? SCENE I.-A Street.

Cas. I think, that one of them is hereabout, Enter IAGO and RODERIGO.

And cannot make away. lago. Here, stand behind this bulk; straight will

Iago. O treacherous villains !

What are you there? come in, and give some help: he come: Fear thy good rapier bare t, and put it home;

[To Lodovico und Gratiano.

Rod. O, help me here !
Quick, quick; fear nothing; I'll be at thy elbow :

Cas. That's one of them,
It makes us, or it mars us: think on that,
And tix most firm thy resolution.

lago. () murderous slave! O villain !
Rod. Be near at hand; I may miscarry in't.

(Iago stabs Roderigo. lago. Here, at thy hand ; be bold, and take thy

Rod. O damn'd lago! O inhuman dog !

0!0!0! sword.

[Retires to a little distance. Rod. I have no great devotion to the deed;

Iago. Kill men i’ the dark ;-Where be these And yet he has given me satisfying reasons :

bloody thieves ?

How silent is this town!-Ho! murder! murder ! 'Tis but a man gone :--Forth, iny sword; he dies.

(Goes to his stand.

What may you be ? are you of good, or evil?

Lod. As you shall prove us, praise us.
lage. I have rubb'd this young quat almost to the
sense ),

lugo. Signior Ludovico?

Lod. He, Sir.
And he grows angry. Now, whether he kill Cassio,
Or Cassio him, or each do kill the other,

lago. I cry you mercy; here's Cassio hurt Erery way makes my gain : Live Roderigo, By villains.

Gra. Cassio ?
He calls me to a restitution large

lago. How is it, brother?
Of gold, and jewels, that I bobb'd | from him,

Cus. My leg is cut in two.
As gifts to Desdemona ;
It must not be : if Cassio do remain,

Ingo. Marry, heaven forbid !-
He hath a daily beauty in bis lile,

Light, gentlemen; I'll bind it with my shirt.
That makes me ugly ; and, besides, the Moor

Enter BIANCA.
May unfold me to him; there stand I in much

Bian. What is the matter, ho? Who is't that peril:

cried?
No, he must die :-But so, I hear him coming.

Iago. Who is't that cried!
Enter Cassio.

Bian. O my dear Cassio ! my sweet Cassio !

O Cassio! Cassio! Cassio !
Rod. I know his gait, 'uis he ;-Villain, thon diest.
(Rushes from his post, and makes a pass ut

Iugo. O notable strumpet !--Cassio, may you sus.
Cassio.

pect Cas. That thrust had been mine enemy indeed,

Who they should be, that have thus mangled you?

Cas. No.
But that iny coat is better than thou think'st;
I will make proof of thine.

Gra. I am sorry, to find you thus: I have been (Draws, and wounds Roderigo.

to seek yoll. Rod. 0, I am slain!

Iago. Lend me a garter : 50.-0, for a chair, [Iago rushes from his post, cuts Cassio be

To bear him easily hence ! hind in the Leg, and exit.

Bian. Alas, he saints:-( Cassio! Cassio! Cassio ! Cas. I am maim'd for ever :-Help, ho! Murder.

Iago. Gentlemen all, I do suspect this trash der; murder!

(Falls.

To be a party in this injury:

Patience a while, good Cassio.-Come, come; • Our former allowance of expence.

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