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OTHELLO, THE MOOR OF VENICE.
Desdemona, daughter to Brabantio, and wife to Gratiano, brother lo Brabantio.
Othello. Lodovico, kinsman to Brabantio.
Emilia, wife to lago.
Bianca, a čourlezán, mistress to Cassio,
Officers, Gentlemen, Messengers, Musicians, SaiRoderigo, a Venetian gentleman.
lors, Attendants, &c. Montano, Othello's predecessor in the government of Cyprus.
Scene, for the first Act, in Venice; during the rest Cloron, servant to Othello.
of the play, al & sea-port in Cyprus.
And I, (God bless the mark !) his Moorship’s an SCENE 1.-Venice. A street. Enter Roderigo Rod. By heaven I rather would have been his and lago.
lago. But there's no remedy, 'tis the curse of Roderigo.
Preserment goes by letter, and affection, TUSH, never tell me, I take it much unkindly, Not by the old gradation, where each second That thou, lago,-who hast had my purse, Stood heir to the first. Now, sir, be judge yousell, As if the strings were thine,--should'st know of this. Whether I in any just term am affin'd
lago. 'Sblood, but you will not hear me: To love the Moor. If ever I did dream of such a matter, ·
I would not follow him then. Abhor me.
lago, 0, sir, content you; Rod. Thou told'st me, thou didst hold him in thy I follow him to serve my lurn upon him : hate.
We cannot all L: masters, nor all masters lago. Despise me, if I do not. Three great ones Cannot be truly follow'd.' You shall mark of the city,
Many a duteous and knee-crooking knave, In personal suit to make me his lieutenant,
That, doting on his own obsequious bondage, . on capp'd' to him ;-and, by the faith of man, Wears out his time, much like his master's ass, I know my price, I am worth no worse a place : For nought but provender; and, when he's old, But he, as loving his own pride and purposes,
cashier'd; Evades them, with a bombast circumstance, Whip me such honest knaves: Others there are, Horribly stuff'd with epithets of war;
Who trimm'd in forms and visages of duty. And, in conclusion, nonsuits
Keep yet their hearts attending on themselves; My mediators; for, certes,' says he,
And, throwing but shows of service on their lords, I have already chose my officer.
Do well thrive by them, and, when they have lin'd And what was he?
their coats, Forsooth, a great arithmetician,
Do themselves homage: these fellows have some One Michael Cassio, a Florentine,
soul; A fellow almos: damnd in a fair wife;
And such a one do I profess myself. That never set a squadron in the field,
It is as sure as you are Roderigo.
In following him, I follow but myself ;
But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve He, in good time, must his lieutenant be,
For daws to peck at: I am not what I am. (1) Saluted.
(5) Theory. (6) Rulers of the state. (2) Circumlocution. (3) Certainly.
(7) It was anciently the practice to reckon up 4 For soife some read life, supposing it to al-isums with counters. Iude to the denunciation in the Gospel, so unto you! (8) Related. when all inen shall speak well of you.
(9) Outward show of civility,
Rod. What a full fortune does the thick lips owe,'' Iago.
You area senator. If he can carry't thus!
Bra. This thou shalt answer: I know thee, lago.
Call up her father, Roderigo. Rouse him make after him, poison his delight, Rod. Sir, I will answer any thing. But I bou Proclaim him in the streets; incense her kinsmen,
seech you, And, though he in a fertile climate dwell,
Jir't be your pleasure, and most wise consent Plague him with flies: though that his joy be joy, (As partly, I find, it is,) that your fair daughter, Yet throw such chances of vexation on't,
At this odd-even and dull watch oʻthe night, As it may lose some colour.
Transported—with no worse nor better guard, Rod. Here is her father's house ; I'll call aloud. But with a kpave of common hire, a gondolier, lago. Do; with like timorous accent, and dire To the gross clasps of a lascivious Moor,
If this be known to you, and your allowance, As when, by night and negligence, the fire We then have done you bold and saucy wrongs; Is spied in populous cities,
But, if you know pof this, my manners tell me, Rod. What, ho! Brabantio! signior Brabantio, We have your wrong rebuke. Do not believe, ho!
That, from the sense of all civility, lago. Awake! what, ho! Brabantio ! thieves ! I thus would play and trifle with your reverence: thieves! thieves !
Your daughter, --if you have not given her leave Look to your house, your daughter, and your bags! I say again, hath made a gross revolt; Thieves ! thieves !
Tying her duty, beauty, wit, and fortunes,
In an extravagant and wheeling stranger, „Brabantio, above, at a windoro.
or here and every where : Straight satisfy yourself: · Bra. What is the reason of this terrible sum- If she be in her chamber, or your house, mons ?
Let loose on me the justice of the state What is the matter there?
For thus deluding you. Rod. Signior, is all your family within ?
Strike on the tinder bo! lago. Are your doors lock'd?
Give me a taper ;-call up all my people in Bra.
Why? wherefore ask you this? This accideni is not unlike my dream, lago. Zounds, sir, you are robb’d; for shame, Belief of it oppressses me already :put on your gown:
Light, I say! light!
(Exil from above. Your heart is burst, you have lost half your soul; lago.
Farewell; for I must leare you: Even now, very now, an old black ram
It seems not meet, nor wholesome to my place, Is tupping your white ewe. Arise, arise ;
To be produc'd (as, if I stay, I shall,)." Awake the snorting citizens with the bell,
Against the Moor: For, I do know, the state, Or else the devil will make a grandsire of you : However this may gall him with some check, Arise, I say.
Cannot with safety cast! him; for he's embark'd Bra. What, have you lost your wits ? With such loud reason to the Cyprus' wars, Rod. Most reverend signior, do you know my (Which even now stand in act) that, for their voice?
souls, Bra. Not I; What are you ?
Another of his fathom they have not, Rod. My name is-Roderigo.
To lead their business : in which regard, Bra.
The worse welcome : Though I do hate him as I do hell-pains, I have charg'd thee, not to haunt about my doors : Yet, for necessity of present life, In honest plainness thou hast heard me say, I must show out a flag and sign of love, My daughter is not for thee; and now, in madness, Which is indeed but sign. That you shall surely Being full of supper, and distempering draughts,
find him, Upon malicious bravery, dost thou come
Lead to the Sagittary the rais'd search ; "To start my quiet.
And there will I be with him. So, farewell. (Er. Rod. Sir, sir, sir, sir,
But thou must needs be sure. Enter below, Brabantio, and Servants, with torches. My spirit, and my place, have in them power | Bra. It is too true an evil: gone she is; To make this bitter to thee.
And what's to come of my despised time, Rod.
Patience, good sir. Is nought but bitterness.-Now, Roderigo, Bra. What tell'st thou me of robbing? this is Where didst thou see her ?-0, unhappy girl! Venice;
With the Moor, say'st thou ?-Who would be u My house is not a grange.
father? Most grave Brabantio, How didst thou know 'twas she? O, thou deceir'st In simple and pure soul I come to you.
me Jago. Zounds, sir, you are one of those, that will past thought !-What said she to you ?-Get more not serve God, if the devil bid you. Because we tapers; come to do you service, you think we are ruffians: Raise all my kindred, -Are they married think you? You'll have your daughter covered with a Barbary Rod. Truly, I think, they are. horse ; you'll have your nephews neigh to you: Bra. O heaven !-How got she out 1-0 treason you'll have coursers for cousins, and gennets for
of the blood! germans."
Fathers, from hence trust not your daughters' minds Bra. What profane wretch art thou ?
By what you see them act.-Are there not charms, Jago, I am one, sir, that comes to tell you, your By which the property of youth and majdhood daughter and the Moor are now making the beast May be abus'd ? Have you not read, Roderigo, with two backs,
or some such thing? Bra. Thou art a villain.
Yes, sir; I have indeed. (1) Own, possess.
(7) A waterman. 12) i. e. Is broken. (3) Intoxicating. (8) Approbation. (4) A lone farin-house. (5) Relations. ( Wandering. (10) Dismiss. (11) Old age.
Bra. Call up my brother.-0, that you had had When, being not at your lodging to be found, her!
The senate hath sent about three several quests,' Some one way, some another.-Do you know To search you out. Where we may apprehend her and the Moor?
'Tis well I am found by you. Rod. I think, I can discover him ; if you please I will but spend a word here in the house, To get good guard, and go along with me. And go with you. Bra. Pray you, lead on. At every house I'll call ;l Cas.
Ancient, what makes he here? I may command at most ;-Get weapons, ho! lago. 'Faith, he to-night hath boarded a land And raise some special officers of night.
carack ;8 On, good Roderigo ;-I'll deserve your pains.
If it prove lawful prize, he's made for ever.
Cas. I do not understand.
To who? Othello, lago, and Altendants. Iago. Though in the trade of war I have slain!
Iago. Marry, to-Come, captain, will you go? Yet do I hold it very stuff o'the conscience,
'Have with you. To do no contriv'd murder ; I lack iniquity
Cas. Here comes another troop to seek for you. Sometimes, to do me service: Nine or ten times
Enter Brabantio, Roderigo, and Officers of night, I had thought to have yerk'd him here under the ribs. Oth. 'Tis better as it is.
with torches and weapons, Jugo. Nay, but he prated,
Iago. It is Brabantio :--general, be advis'd; And spoke such scurvy and provoking terms
He comes to bad intent. Against your honour,
Hola! stand there ! That, with the little godliness I have,
Rod. Signior, it is the Moor. I did full hard forbear him. But, I pray, sir,
Down with him, thief! Are you fast married ? for, be sure of this,
[They draw on both sides. That the magnifico' is much beloved ;
Iago. You, Roderigo! come, sir, I am for you. And hath, in his effect, a voice potential
och. Keep up your bright swords, for the dew As double as the duke's : he will divorce you ;
will rust them.Or put upon you what restraint and grievance
Good signior, you shall more command with years, The law (with all his might, to ensorce it on,) Than with your weapons. Will give him cable.
Bra. O thou foul thief, where hast thou stow'd Let him do his spite :
my daughter ? My services, which I have done the signiory,
Damn'd as thou art, thou hast enchanted her: Shall out-tongue his complaints. 'Tis yet to know For I'll refer me to all things of sense, (Which, when I know that boasting is an honour, If she in chains of magic were not bound, I shall promulgate,) I fetch my life and being Whether a maid-so tender, fair, and happy; From men of royal siege ;' and my demerits: So opposite to marriage, that she shunn'd" May speak. unbonneted.4 to as proud a fortune The wealthy curled darlings of our nation,As ihis that I have reach'd: For know, lago,
Would ever have, to incur a general mock, But that I love the gentle Desdemona,
Run from her guardage to the sooty bosom I would not my unhoused' free condition
of such a thing as thou: to fear, not to delight." Put into circuinscription and confine
Judge me the world, if 'tis not gross in sense, For the sea's worth. But, look! what lights come That thou hast practis'd on her with foul charms; yonder ?
Abus'd her delicate youth with drugs, or minerals,
That waken motion :- I'll have it disputed on; Enter Cassio, at a distance, and certain Officers
'Tis probable, and palpable to thinking. with torches.
I therefore apprehend and do attach thee, Tago. 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:Och.
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, lago. By Janus, I think no.
Both you of my inclining, and the rest :
To answer this your charge ?
• To prison': till fit time And he requires your haste-post-baste appearance, or law, and course of direct session, Even on the instant.
Call thee to answer.
What if I do obey ?
Whose messengers are here about my side,
Upon some present business of the state, This very night at one another's heels;
To bring me to him? And many of the consuls, rais'd, and met,
'Tis true, most worthy signior, Are at the duke's already : You have been hotly The duke's in council; and your noble sell, call'd for ;
I am sure, is sent sor. (1) Brabantio : Magnifico is his title as a senator. | (4) Uncovered.
(5) Unsettled. (2) Seat or throne.
(6) Following. (7) Searchers. 13) Demerits has the same meaning in Shakspeare (8) A rich vessel. as merits.
(9) To terrify, not delight. VOL. 11.
How! the duke in council!! 1 Sen. Here comes Brabantio, and the raliant In this time of the night - Bring him away:
Moor. Mine's not an idle cause : the duke himself,
Enler Brabantio, Othello, lago, Roderigo, and Or any of my brothers of the state, Cannot but feel this wrong, as 'twere their own:
Officers. For if such actions may have passage free,
Duke. Valiant Othello, we must straight employ Bond-slaves, and pagans,' shall our statesmen be.]
(Exeunt. Against the general enemy Ottoman. SCENE III._ The same. A council-chamber. I did not see you; welcome, gentle signior:
[To Brabantio. The Duke, and Senators, sitting at a lable; Of-\w.
We lack'd your counsel and your help to-nigha ficers attending.
Bra. So did I yours : Good your grace, parden Duke. There is no composition in these news,
me; That gives them credit.
Neither my place, nor aught I heard of business, 1 Sen. Indeed, they are disproportion'd; Hath rais'd me from my bed ; nor doth the general My letters say, a hundred and seven galleys,
care Duke. And mine, a hundred and forty.
Take hold on me; for my particular grief 2 Sen.
And miae, two hundred : Is of so flood-gate and Werbearing nalure, But though they jump not on a just account That it engluts and swallows other sorrows, (As in these cases, where the aim reports,
And it is still itself. Tis ost with difference,) yet do they all confirm Duke.
Why, what's the matter? A Turkish feet, and bearing up to Cyprus.
Bra. My daughter! O, my daughter! Duke. Nay, it is possible enough to judgment;
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 corrupled In fearful sense.
By spells and medicines bought of mounlebanks : Sailor. (Within.) What ho! what ho! what ho! For nature so preposterously to err, Enter an Officer, with a Sailor.
Being not deficient, blind or lame of sense,
Sans witchcraft could not off. A messenger from the galleys. Duke.
Now? the business?
| Duke. Whoe'er he be, that, in this foul proSail. The Turkish preparation makes for Rhodes;
desi 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 ?
This cannot be, 1 Sen.
After your own sense ; yea, though our proper son
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 scene, 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 of Sen. So may he with more facile question* bear it,
We are very sorry for 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 the abilities That Rhodes is dress'd in :-il we make thought | Oth. Most potent, grave, and reverend signiors,
1 Bra. Nothing but, this is so. of this, We must not think, the Turk is so unskilful,
My very noble and approved good masters,
| That I have ta'en away this old man's daughter To leave that latest which concerns him first; Neglecting an attempt of ease and gain,
It is most true ; true, I have married ber; To wake, and wage, a danger profitless.
The very head and front of my offending Duke. Nay, in all confidence, he's not for Rhodes,
Hath this extent, no more. Rude am I in my speech, off. Here is more news.
And little bless'd with the set phrase of peace;
For since these arms of mine had seven years pith, Enler a Messenger.
Till now some nine moons wasted, they have as'd Mess. The Ottomites, reverend and gracious, Their dearest action' in the tented field; Steering with due course toward the isle of Rhodes, I And little of this great world can I speak, Have there injointed them with an aster-fleet. More than pertains to feats of broil and battle; 1 Sen. Ay, so I thought :-How many, as you And therefore little shall I grace my cause, guess ?
In speaking for myself: Yet, by your gracious paMess. Or thirty sail: and now do they re-stem I tience, Their backward course, bearing with frank ap- I will a round unvarnish'd tale deliver pearance
Jor my whole course of love; what drugs, what Their purposes towards Cyprus.-Signior Montano, charms, Your trusty and most valiant servitor,
What conjuration, and what mighty magie With his free duty recommends you thus,
(For such proceeding I am charged withal, And prays you to believe him.
I won his daughter with. Duke. "Tis certain then for Cyprus.
A maiden never bold; Marcus Lucchese, is he not in town ?
Of spirit so still and quiet, that her motion 1 Sen. He's now in Florence.
Blush'd at herself; And she,-n spite of nature, Duske. Write from us; wish him post-post-haste : Or years, of country, credit, every thing, despatch.
To fall in love with what she fear'd to look on ?
It is a judgment maim'd, and most imperfect, (1) The pagans and bond-slaves of Africa. (2) Consistency. (3) Conjecture.
(7) Without (4) Easy dispute.
(5) State of defence. (8) Accusation. (9) Best exertion
Chat will confess-perfection so could err 'Twas pitiful, 'twas wondrous pitiful: Against all rules of nature ; and must be driven She wish'd, she had not heard it; yet she wish'd to find out practices of cunning hell,
That heaven had made her such a man: she thank'd Vhy this should be. I therefore vouch again,
me; Chat with some mixtures powerful o'er the blood, And bade me, if I had a friend that lov'd her, Or with some dram conjur'd to this effect,
I should but teach him how to tell my story, He wrought upon her.
And that would woo her. Upon this hint, I spake : Duke.
To vouch this, is no proof; She lov'd me for the dangers I had pass'd; Without more certain and more overt test, i And I lov'd her, that she did pity them. Than these thin habits, and poor likelihoods This only is the witehcraft I have us'd; of modern seem do prefer against him.
Here comes the lady, let her witness it. 1 Sen, But, Othello, speak; Did you by-indirect and forced courses
Enter Desdemona, lago, and Altendants. Subdue and poison this young maid's affections ? | Duke, I think this tale would win my daughter Or came it by request, and such fair question
too. As soul to soul affordeth ?
Good Brabantio, Olh.
I do beseech you, Take up this mangled matter at the best; Send for the lady to the Sagittary,"
Men do their broken weapons rather use And let her speak of ine before her father :
Than their bare hands. If you do find me foul in her report,
I pray you, hear her speak; The trust, the office, I do hold of you,
If she confess, that she was half the wooer, Not only take away, but let your sentence
Destruction on my head, if my bad blame Even fall upon my me.
Light on the man!-Come hither, gentle mistress;
L • Duke.
e mons hither. Do you perceive in all this noble company, Oth. Ancient, conduct them ; you best know the Where most you owe obedience? place. - [Exeunt lago and Allendants. Des.
My noble father, And, till she come, as truly as to heaven
I do perceive here a divided duty : 1 do confess the vices of my blood,
To you, I am bound for life, and education ;. So justly to your grave ears I'll present
My life, and education, both do learn me How I did thrive in this fair lady's love,
How to respect you; you are the lord of duty, And she in mine.
I am hitherto your daughter. But here's my husDuke. Say it, Othello.
band: Oih. Her father lor'd me; oft invited me; And so much duty as my mother show'd Still question'd me the story of my life,
To you, preferring you before her father, From year to year; the battles, sieges, fortunes, So much I challenge that I may profess That I have pass'd.
Due to the Moor, my lord. I ran it through, even from my boyish days,
Bra. God be with you!-I have done: To the very moment that he bade me tell it. Please it your grace, on to the state-affairs; Wherein I spoke of most disastrous chances, I had rather to adopt a child, than get it. Of moving accidents, by food, and field;
Come hither, Moor: Or hair-breadth 'scapes i'the imminent deadly I here do give thee that with all my heart, breach;
Which, but thou hast already, with all my heart Of being taken by the insolent foe,
I would keep from thee-For your sake, jewel, And sold to slavery ; of my redemption thence, I am glad at soul I have no other child ; And portance in my travel's history :
For thy escape would teach me tyranny, Wherein of antress vest, and deserts idle,
To hang clogs on them. I have done, my lord. Rough quarries, rocks, and hills whose heads touch Duke. Let me speak like yourself; and lay a heaven,
sentence, It was my hint to speak, such was the process; Which, as a grise, or step, may help these lovers And of the cannibals that each other eat,
Into your favour. The Anthropophagi, and men whose heads When remedies are past, the griefs are ended, Do grow beneath their shoulders. These things to By seeing the worst, which late on hopes depended. hear,
To mourn a mischief that is past and gone, Would Desdemona seriously incline:
Is the next way to draw new mischief on. But still the house-affairs would draw her thence; What cannot be preserv'd, when fortune takes, Which ever as she could with haste despatch, Patience her injury a mockery makes. She'd come again, and with a greedy ear
The robb'd, that smiles, steals something from the Devour up my discourse: Which I observing,
thies; Took once a pliant hour; and found good means, He robs himself, that spends a bootless gries. To draw from her a prayer of earnest heart, 1 Bra. So let the Turk of Cyprus us beguile; That I would all my pilgrimage dilate,
We lose it not, so long as we can smile. Whereof by parcelse she had something heard, He bears the sentence well, that nothing bears But not intentively;' I did consent;
But the free comfort which from thence he hears: And often did beguile her tears,
But he bears both the sentence and the sorrow, When I did speak of some distressful stroke, | That, to pay grief, must of poor patience borrow. That my youth suffer'd. My story being done, These sentences, to sugar, or to gall, She gave me for my pains a world of sighs: Being strong on both sides, are equivocal : She swore,--In faith, 'twas strange, 'twas passing But words are words; I never yet did hear, strange;
That the bruis'd heart was pierced through the ear.' (1) Open proof. (2) Weak show. |(7) Intention and attention were once synonymous, (3) The sign of the fictitious creature so called. 118) Grise from degrees. (4) My behaviour. (5) Caves and dens. 119) i. e. That the wounds of sorrow were ever (6) Parts.
cured by the words of consolation.