Some shall be pardon'd, and some punished:

The sun, for sorrow, will not show his head:

Go hence, to have more talk of these sad For never was a story of more woe,

things;

Than this of Juliet and her Romeo. [Exeunt.

Othello, A noble Moor; General in the Vene- Emilia, Wife to lago.

Cassio, his Lieutenant.

Iago, his Ancient.

[tian Service. Bianca, Mistress to Cassio.

Roderigo, a Venetian Gentleman.
SCENE.

Officers, Gentlemen, Messengers, Musicians,
Sailors, Attendants, &c.

The first Act, in Venice; during the rest of the Play, at a Sea-Port in Cyprus.

:

He, in good time, must his lieutenant be,
And I, (God bless the mark!) his Moorship's
ancient.
[his hangman.

Rod. By heaven, I rather would have been
lago. Why, there's no remedy; 'tis the curse
of the service,

Preferment goes by letter and affection,
Not by the old gradation, where each second
Stood heir to the first. Now, sir, be judge
yourself,

Whether I in any just term am affin'd
To love the Moor.

I

Rod.

Rod. Thou told'st me thou didst hold him I would not follow him then. in thy hate. [ones of the city, lago. O, sir, content you; lago. Despise me, if I do not. The great follow him to serve my turn upon him: In personal suit to make me his lieutenant, We cannot all be masters, nor all masters Off-capp'd to him :--and, by the faith of man, Cannot be truly follow'd. You shall mark I know my price, I am worth no worse a place Many a duteous and knee-crooking knave, But he, as loving his own pride and purposes, That, doting on his own obsequious bondage, Evades them, with a bombast circumstance Wears out his time, much like his master's ass, Horribly stuff'd with epithets of war ; For nought but provender; and when he's old, And, in conclusion, cashier'd: [are, Nonsuits my mediators; for, Certes," says Whip me such honest knaves. Other there And what Who, trimm'd in forms and visages of duty, [was he? Keep yet their hearts attending on themselves; And, throwing but shows of service on their lords, [lined their coats, Do well thrive by them, and, when they have Do themselves homage: these fellows have some soul:

[he,

"I have already chose my officer."
Forsooth, a great arithmetician,
One Michael Cassio, a Florentine,
A fellow almost damn'd in a fair wife;
That never set a squadron in the field,
Nor the division of a battle knows [theorick,
More than a spinster; unless the bookish
Wherein the togèd consuls can propose
And such a one I do profess myself. For, sir,
As masterly as he mere prattle, without It is as sure as you are Roderigo,
[election: 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, 'tis not long after

practice,

Is all his soldiership. But he, sir, had the
And I,-of whom his eyes had seen the proof,
At Rhodes, at Cyprus, and on other grounds,
Christian and heathen,-must be be-lee'd and
calm'd

By debitor-and-creditor, this counter-caster ;

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
If he can carry't thus !
[owe,
Iago.
Call up her father;
Rouse him: make after him, poison his delight,
Proclaim him in the streets; incense her
kinsmen ;.

And, though he in a fertile climate dwell,
Plague him with flies: though that his joy be
Yet throw such changes of vexation on't, joy,
As it may lose some colour.

Rod. Here is her father's house; I'll call
aloud.
[dire yell,
Iago. Do; with like timorous accent and
As when, by night and negligence, the fire
Is spied in populous cities. [bantio, ho!
Rod. What, ho, Brabantio! signior Bra-
Iago. Awake! what, ho, Brabantio! thieves!
thieves thieves !

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.
lago.
You are a senator.
Bra. This thou shalt answer; I know thee,
Roderigo.
[beseech you,

Rod. Sir, I will answer anything. But, I
If't be your pleasure, and most wise consent,
(As partly, I find, it is,) that your fair daughter,
At this odd-even and dull watch o' the night,
Transported, with no worse nor better guard,
But with a knave of common hire, a gondolier,
To the gross clasps of a lascivious Mocr,-
If this be known to you, and your allowance,
We then have done you bold and saucy

wrongs;

But, if you know not this, my manners tell me, We have your wrong rebuke. Do not believe, That, from the sense of all civility, [bags! I thus would play and trifle with your rever[leave,

Look to your house, your daughter, and your
Thieves thieves !

ence:

Enter Brabantio, above, at a window. Bra. What is the reason of this terrible Your daughter,-if you have not given her What is the matter there? [summons? I say again, hath made a gross revolt: Tying her duty, beauty, wit, and fortunes, In an extravagant and wheeling stranger,

Rod. Signior, is all your family within?
lago. Are your doors lock'd?
Bra.

Why, wherefore ask you this? Of here and everywhere. Straight satisfy

lago. 'Zounds, sir, you are robb'd; for

shame, put on your gown;

yourself:

[soul: If she be in her chamber, or your house,
Let loose on me the justice of the state
For thus deluding you.

Your heart is burst, you have lost half your
Even now, now, very now, an old black ram
Is tupping your white ewe. Arise, arise;
Awake the snorting citizens with the bell,
Or else the devil will make a grandsire of you:
Arise, I say.
Bra.

What, have you lost your wits?
Rod. Most reverend signior, do you know
Bra. Not I: what are you? [my voice?
Rod. My name is Roderigo.
Bra.
The worser welcome:
I have charg'd thee not to haunt about my
doors:

Bra.
Strike on the tinder, ho!
Give me a taper !-call up all my people!—
This accident is not unlike my dream:
Belief of it oppresses me already.
Light, I say! light!
lago.

[Exit above.
Farewell! for I must leave you :
It seems not meet, nor wholesome to my place,
To be produc'd (as, if I stay, I shall)
Against the Moor: for, I do know, the state,—
However this may gall him with some check,
Cannot with safety cast him; for he's embark'd
With such loud reason to the Cyprus wars,
(Which even now stand in act,) that, for their
souls,

Another of his fathom they have none,
To lead their business in which regard,
Though I do hate him as I do hell pains,
Yet, for necessity of present life,

I must show out a flag and sign of love,
Which is indeed but sign. That you shall
surely find him,

In honest plainness thou hast heard me say, My daughter is not for thee; and now, in madness, [draughts, Being full of supper and distempering Upon malicious bravery, dost thou come To start my quiet. Rod. Sir, sir, sir,Bra. But thou must needs be sure, My spirit and my place have in them power To make this bitter to thee. Rod. Patience, good sir. Bra. What tell'st thou me of robbing? this My house is not a grange. [is Venice; Rod. Most grave Brabantio, In simple and pure soul I come to you. lago. 'Zounds, sir, you are one of those that will not serve God, if the devil bid you. Be- Bra. It is too true an evil: gone she is ; cause we come to do you service, and you And what's to come of my despised time, think we are ruffians, you'll have your daughter Is nought but bitterness.-Now, Roderigo, covered with a Barbary horse; you'll have Where didst thou see her?-O, unhappy girl! your nephews neigh to you: you'll have With the Moor, say'st thou ?-Who would be coursers for cousins, and gennets for germans. I a father!

Lead to the Sagittary the raised search;
And there will I be with him. So, farewell.
[Exit.
Enter below, Brabantio, and Servants with
torches.

How didst thou know 'twas she?-O, she de- For the sea's worth. But, look! what lights ceives me

Whether a maid so tender, fair, and happy,
So opposite to marriage, that she shunn'd
The wealthy curlèd darlings of our nation,
Would ever have, to incur a general mock,
Run from her guardage to the sooty bosom
Of such a thing as thou, to fear, not to delight.
Judge me the world; if 'tis not gross in sense,
That thou hast practis'd on her with foul
charms;
[minerals,
Abus'd her delicate youth with drugs, or
That weaken motion; I'll hav't disputed on;
'Tis probable, and palpable to thinking.
I therefore apprehend and do attach thee,
For an abuser of the world, a practiser
Of arts inhibited and out of warrant.
Lay hold upon him: if he do resist,
Subdue him at his peril.

Oth.

Hold your hands,

Both you of my inclining, and the rest: [it
Were it my cue to fight, I should have known
Without a prompter.-Where will you that I
To answer this your charge?
[go
Bra.
To prison; till fit time
Of law, and course of direct session,
Call thee to answer.

What if I do obey?

Oth.
How may the duke be therewith satisfied,
Whose messengers are here about my side,
Upon some present business of the state,
To bring me to him?

Off.
'Tis true, most worthy signior;
The duke's in council, and your noble self,
I am sure, is sent for.

Bra.

How! the duke in council!
In this time of the night!-Bring him away:
Mine's not an idle cause: the duke himself,
Or any of my brothers of the state,
Cannot but feel this wrong, as twere their own;
For if such actions may have passage free,
Bond-slaves and pagans shall our statesmen be.
[Exeunt.

SCENE III.-A Council Chamber.

The Duke, and Senators, sitting at a table,
Officers attending.

Duke. There is no composition in these news,
That gives them credit.

I Sen.
Indeed, they are disproportion'd;
My letters say, a hundred and seven galleys.
Duke. And mine, a hundred and forty.
2 Sen.
And mine, two hundred :|
But though they jump not on a just account,
(As in these cases, where the aim reports,
'Tis oft with difference,) yet do they all confirm
A Turkish fleet, and bearing up to Cyprus.
Duke. Nay, it is possible enough to judg-
I do not so secure me in the error, [ment:
But the main article I do approve
In fearful sense.
[what, ho!
Sailor. [Within.] What, ho! what, ho
Enter a Sailor.

Off. A messenger from the galleys.

Duke.

Sail. The Turkish preparation makes for
So was I bid report here to the state, [Rhodes;
By signior Angelo.

Duke. How say you by this change?
I Sen.
This cannot be,

By no assay of reason: 'tis a pageant,
To keep us in false gaze. When we consider
The importancy of Cyprus to the Turk;
And let ourselves again but understand,
That, as it more concerns the Turk than
Rhodes,

So may he with more facile question bear it,
For that it stands not in such warlike brace,
But altogether lacks the abilities

That Rhodes is dress'd in:-if we make
thought of this,

We must not think the Turk is so unskilful,
To leave that latest which concerns him first,
Neglecting an attempt of ease and gain,
To wake and wage a danger profitless.
Duke. Nay, in all confidence, he's not for
Of. Here is more news.
[Rhodes.

Enter a Messenger.
Mess. The Ottomites, reverend and gracious,
Steering with due course towards the isle of
Rhodes,

Have there injointed them with an after fleet.
1 Sen. Ay, so I thought. How many, as
you guess?
[stem

appearance

Mess. Of thirty sail: and now they do re-
Their backward course, bearing with frank
[Montano,
Their purposes toward Cyprus. Signior
Your trusty and most valiant servitor,
With his free duty recommends you thus,
And prays you to believe him.

Duke. 'Tis certain, then, for Cyprus.
Marcus Luccicos, is not he in town?
I Sen. He's now in Florence.
Duke. Write from us to him; post-post-
haste despatch.

1 Sen. Here comes Brabantio, and the
valiant Moor.

Enter Brabantio, Othello, Iago, Roderigo, and Officers.

Duke. Valiant Othello, we must straight
employ you

Against the general enemy Ottoman.-
[To Bra.] I did not see you; welcome, gentle
signior;

We lack'd your counsel and your help to-night.
Bra. So did I yours. Good your grace,

pardon me ;

Neither my place, nor aught I heard of business,
Hath rais'd me from my bed; nor doth the
general care

Take hold of me; for my particular grief
Is of so flood-gate and o'erbearing nature,
That it engluts and swallows other sorrows,
And it is still itself.

Duke.
Why, what's the matter?
Bra. My daughter! O, my daughter!
Duke and Senators.

Now, the business?

Bra.

Dead? Ay, to me;