All language subtitles for Othello Part I 1981 PAL DVD DD2.0 x264-RR

Never tell me.

I take it much unkindly that thou, Iago,
was at my purse as if the strings were

thine. Shouldst know of this. I bet you
will not hear me.

If ever I did dream of such a matter,
abhor me.

Thou told'st me that. It's told him in
thy hate.

Despise me if I do not.

Three great ones of the city in personal
suit to make me his lieutenant off-cap

to him.

By the faith of man I know my price.

I'm worth no worse a place but he.

as loving his own pride and purposes
evades him with a bombard circumstance

horribly stuffed with epithets of war
and in conclusion none suits my

mediators for sat says he i've only
chosen my officer what was he a great

arithmetician one michael cassio of
florentine a fellow almost damned in a

fair wife that never set a squadron in
the field nor the division of a battle

knows more than a spinster

unless the book hysteric wherein the
toged consuls can propose as masterly as

he mere prattle without practice is all
his soldiership but he sir had the

election and I of whom his eyes have
seen the proof at Rhodes at Cyprus and

on other grounds Christian and heathen
must be lead and calm by debitor and

creditor this counter caster he in good
time must his lieutenant be and I

god bless the mark his moreship's
ancient By heaven, I rather would have

been his hangman. Why, there is no
remedy.

Tis the curse of 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 a fine to love them

all. I would not follow him, then. Oh,
sir.

Content you.

I follow him to serve my turn upon him.
We cannot all be masters, nor all

masters cannot be truly followed.

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.

But naught but provender. And when he's
old, cashiered.

Quit me such honest knaves.

Others there are.

who, trimmed in forms and visages of
duty, keep yet their hearts attending on

themselves, and trying but shows of
service on their lords, do well thrive

by them. And when they've lined their
coats, do themselves homage.

These fellows have some soul.

Such a one do I profess myself.

For, sir, just as sure as you are,
Rodrigo, were I the moor, I would not be

Iago.

In following him I follow but myself.

Heaven is my judge not for love or 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 I shall wear my heart on my

sleeve for doors to peck at.

I am not what I am.

What a full fortune does the thick lips
owe if you can carry it thus.

Call up her father, rouse him, make
after him, poison his delight, proclaim

him in the street, incense her kinsmen,
and though he in a fertile climate

dwell, plague him with flies.

Though that his joy be joy, yet throw
such changes of vexation on it as it may

lose some colour. Here is her father's
house. I'll call aloud.

Light timorous accent and dire yell as
when by night and negligence the fire is

spied in populous cities.

What ho!

Brabantio!

Signor Brabantio!

Awake! What ho, Brabantio!

Thieves! Thieves!

Thieves! Lock to your house, your
daughter, and your bags.

Thieves! Thieves!

What is the reason of this terrible...

Senor, is all your family within?

Aye, your door's locked.

Why? Wherefore ask you this?

Zoom, sir.

You are robbed for shame. Put on your
gown. Gown?

Your heart is burst.

You have lost half your soul. Even now,
now, very now, an old black rhyme

is tapping you all by you.

Arise, arise.

Awake the snorting citizens with the
bell.

or else the devil will make a grandsire
of you.

Arise, I say.

What? Have you lost your wits? Most
reverend signor, do you know my voice?

Not I. What are you? My name is
Roderigo. Ah, thou wast a welcome.

I've charged thee not to haunt about
my...

But thou must needs be sure my spirit
and my place have in their power to make

this bitter to thee. Patience, good sir.
What tell'st thou me, O Robbie? This is

Venice. My house is not a grave.

Most grave, Brabantio. In simple and
pure soul I come to you. Soon, sir.

You are one of those who will not serve
God if the devil bid you.

Because we come to do you service, you
think we are ruffians.

You'll have your daughter covered with a
Barbary horse.

You'll have your nephew's nadir.

You'll have courses for cousins and
jennets for Germans. What profane wretch

of god!

I am one, sir, that come to tell you
your daughter and the moor are now

making the beast with two becks.

You are to bill him!

You are... Senator!

This thou shalt answer, I know thee,
Rodrigo.

Sir, I will answer anything, but I
beseech you.

If it be your pleasure and most wise
consent, as partly I find it is, that

your fair daughter at this odd even and
dull watch of 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 moor,
if this be known to you and your

allowance, we then have done you bold
and saucy wrong. 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 I thus would play and

trifle with your reverence. Your
daughter, if you have not given her

leave, I say again, hath made a gross
revolt, tying her duty, beauty, wit, and

fortunes in an extravagant and wheeling
stranger of here and everywhere.

Straight satisfy yourself. If she be in
her chamber or your house, let loose on

me the justice of the state for thus
deluding you.

I must leave you.

It seems not meet nor wholesome to my
place to be produced, as if I say I

shall against the moor. I do know the
state.

However this may gall him with some
check, cannot with safety cast him.

He is embarked with such loud reason for
the Cyprus wars, which even now stands

in act. But 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's pains, for

necessity of present life, I must give
out a flag and sign of love, which is

indeed but sign.

But you shall sure I find him.

Key to the Sagittary, the Ray's search.

There will I be with him.

Is to turn evil God she is and what's to
come of my despise it time is not with

bitterness now Rodrigo Where does now
see her? Oh unhappy girl with the boy

sister. Oh, who would be a father? How
did sound note was she? Oh, how

deceivous me past thought what said she
to you get more papers raise all my

kindred Are they married think you
truly? I think they are Oh have now got

you out Oh treason of the blood fathers
from hence trust not your daughter's

minds by what you see them act Is the
charms by which the property of youth

and maidhood may be abused Have you not
read Roderigo, some such thing?

Yes, sir, I have indeed.

Call up my brother. Oh, that you had had
her. Some one way, some another.

Do you know where we may apprehend her
in the war? I think I can discover him,

if you please to get good guard and go
along with me. Pray you, lead me on. At

every house I'll call, I may command at
most.

Get weapons, ho, and raise some special
officers of night. On, good Roderigo,

I'll deserve your pains.

yet do I hold it very stuff of the
conscience to do no contrived murder.

I lack iniquity sometimes to do me
service.

nine or ten times I thought to have
yurked in here under the reaps. better

as it is. nay but he prated and spoke
such scurvy and provoking terms against

your honor that with the little
godliness I have I did full harm forbear

him. now pray sir are you fast married?
hmm? but be assured of this that the

magnifico is much beloved.

and hath in his effect a voice potential
doubler seduce he will divorce you.

put upon you what restraint and
grievance that law with all his might to

enforce it on will give him cable.

let him do his spite.

my services which I have done the
signory shall out tongue his complaints.

it is yet to know which when I know that
boasting is an honor I shall promulgate

I fetch my life and being from

men of royal siege.

And my demerits may speak unbonneted to
as proud a fortune as this that I have

reached.

For no Iago, but that I love thee gentle
Desdemona, I would not my

unhoused free condition put into
circumscription and confine for the

sea's worth.

Look what light's coming on.

These are the Ray's father and his
friends. You were best go in. Not I. I

must be found my parts. My title and my
perfect soul shall manifest me rightly.

Is it they?

Janus, I think, no.

It's the servants of the Duke and my
lieutenant.

Goodness of the night upon you, friends.

What is the news?

The Duke discreet you, General, and he
requires your haste post haste

appearance, even on the instant.

What is the matter, think you?

Something from Cyprus, as I may divine.

It is a business of some heat. The
galleys have sent a dozen sequent

messengers this very night at one
another's heels, and many of the consuls

raised and met are at the Duke's
already.

You have been hotly called for.

We're not being at your lodging to be
found. The Senate has sent about three

several quests to search you out.

Tis well I am found by you.

I will but spend a word here in the
house and go with you.

Ancient, what makes you here?

Faith.

He tonight has boarded a land carrick.

you've approved lawful prize he's made
forever.

i do not understand.

he's married.

to who?

married to... come captain. comes
another troop to seek for you. it is

brabantio general be advised he comes to
bad intent.

hola. stand there. signor it is the
moor. down with him thief.

du rodrigo come sir.

keep up your bright swords for the dew
will rust them.

Good signior, you shall more command
with ears than with your weapons.

Oh, thou foul thief, where hast thou
stowed my daughter?

Damned as thou art, thou hast enchanted
her.

For I'll refer me to all things of sense
if she in chains of magic were not

bound. Whether a maid so tender, fair,
and happy, so opposite to marriage, that

she shunned the wealthy, curly darlings
of our nation, could ever have, to incur

a general mock, run from her garnish to
the sooty bosom of such a thing as thou.

To fear, not to delight.

Judge me, the world, if tis not gross
incense that thou hast practised honour

with foul charms, abused her delicate
youth with drugs or minerals that

weakens motion.

I'll have disputed on.

She's probable and palpable to thinking.

I, therefore, apprehended to 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.

Hold your hand.

Both you of my inclining and the rest.

Were it my cue to fight, I should have
known it without a prompter.

Where would you go that I would go with
you to answer this your charge?

To prison?

Till fit time of law and course of
direct session call thee to answer.

What if I do obey? 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? It is true, most worthy senior.

The Duke's in council, and your noble
self, I am sure, is sent for.

How? Duke in council, this time of
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, born slaves and pagans shall our

statesmen be.

There is no composition in these news
that gives them credit.

Indeed they are disproportioned. My
letters say 107 galleys. Mine 140.

But though they jump not on a just
account as in these cases where the AIM

report says off with difference yet do
they all confirm a Turkish fleet and

bearing up to Cyprus?

It is possible enough to judgment. I do
not so secure me in the error but the

main article I do approve in fearful
sense.

Now what's the business?

The Ottomites reverend and gracious
steering with due course towards the

Isle of Rhodes.

Nay in all confidence he's not for
Rhodes. How say you by this change?

This cannot be by no say of reason.
They're enjoining them with an after

fleet. Aye so I thought. How many as you
guess?

30 sail and now they do re-stem their
backward course bearing with frank

appearance their purposes towards
Cyprus.

Signor Montano your trusty and most
valiant servitor in his free duty

recommends you thus and prays you to
believe him.

it is certain then for Cyprus.

here comes Brabantio.

and the valiant Moor.

valiant Othello we must straight implore
you against the general enemy Ottoman.

I did not see you. welcome gentle
senior. we lacked your counsel and your

help tonight.

so did I yours.

could your grace pardon me.

neither my place nor a herd of business
have raised me from my bed.

nor doth the general care take hold of
me.

For my particular grief is of so
floodgating or bearing nature that it

enguts and swallows other sorrows and
yet is still itself.

Why, what's the matter?

My daughter.

Oh, my daughter. Dead?

Aye, to me.

She's abused, stolen from me, and
corrupted by spells and medicines bought

of mountebanks.

For nature, so preposterously to her,
being not deficient, blind, nor lame of

sense, sans witchcraft, couldn't...
Where he be that in this...

Thou proceeding thus beguiled your
daughter of herself and you of her the

bloody book of law you shall yourself
read in the bitter letter after your own

sense. Yea though our proper son stood
in your action. Humbly I thank your

grace. Here is the man this moor whom
now it seems your special mandate for

the state affairs of hither broad.

You're very sorry for it. What in your
own part can you say to this?

Nothing.

But this is so.

most potent grave and reverend seniors
my very noble and approved good masters

that I have ta'en away this old man's
daughter it is most true true I have

married her the very head and front of
my offending hath this extent no more

rude am I in my speech and little
blessed with the soft phrase of peace

For since these arms of mine had seven
years pith, till now some nine moons

wasted, they have used their dearest
action in the tented field, and little

of this great world can I speak more
than pertains to feats of broils and

battle, and therefore little shall I
grace my cause in speaking for myself.

Yet, by your gracious patience, I will a
round, unvarnished tale

deliver of my whole course of love.

What drugs, what charms, what
conjuration, and what mighty magic for

such proceeding I am charged withal, I
won his daughter.

A maiden never bold, of spirit so still
and quiet that her motion blushed at

herself. And she, in spite of nature, of
years, of country, credit, everything,

to fall in love with what she feared to
look on.

It is a judgment maimed and most
imperfect that will confess perfection.

So could err against all rules of nature
and must be driven to find out practices

of cunning hell why this should be.

I therefore vouch again that with some
mixtures powerful o'er the blood or with

some dram conjured to this effect he
wrought upon her. To vouch this is no

proof without more wider and more overt
test than these thin habits and poor

likelihoods of modern seeming do prefer
against him.

I do beseech you send for the lady to
the Sagittary and let her speak of me

before her father. If you do find me
foul in her report the trust the office

I do hold of you not only take away but
let your sentence even fall upon my

life.

Fetch Desdemona hither.

Ancient conduct them you best know the
place.

And till she come as faithful as to
heaven I do confess the vices of my

blood so justly to your grave years I'll
present how.

I did thrive in this fair lady's love.

And she in mine. Her

father

loved me.

Oft invited me.

Still questioned me the story of my life
from year to year, the battles, sieges,

fortune that I have passed.

I... Ran it through, even from my boyish
days to the very moment that he bade me

tell it, wherein I spoke of most
disastrous chances, of moving accidents

by flood and field, of hairbreadth
scapes in the imminent deadly breach, of

being taken by the insolent foe and sold
to slavery, of my redemption

thence and portents in my travels
history, wherein of anter's vast and

desert's idle, Rough quarries, rocks,
and hills whose heads touch heaven.

It was my hint to speak.

Such was the process.

And of the cannibals that each other
eat.

The anthropophagi.

And men whose heads do grow beneath
their shoulders.

This to hear would Desdemona seriously
incline, but still the house affairs

would draw her thence, whichever as she
could with haste dispatch. She'd come

again, and with a greedy ear devour up
my discourse, which I, observing, took

once a pliant hour, and found good means
to draw from her a prayer of earnest

heart, that I would all my pilgrimage
dilate, whereof by parcels she had

something heard, but not intentively.

I did consent and often did beguile her
of her tears when I did speak of some

distressful stroke that my youth
suffered.

My story being done, she gave me for my
pains a world of sighs.

She swore in faith, it was strange, it
was passing strange.

It was pitiful, it was wondrous pitiful.

She wished she had not heard it, yet she
wished that heaven had made her such a

man.

She thanked me and bade me, if I had a
friend that loved her, I should but

teach him how to tell my story, and that
would woo her.

Upon this hint I spake.

She loved me for the dangers I had
passed, and I loved her that she did

pity them.

This only is the witchcraft I have used.
Here comes the lady. Let her witness it.

I think this tale would win my daughter
too.

Good Brabantio, take up this mangled
matter at the best. Men do their broken

weapons rather use than their bare
hands.

I pray you hear her speak.

If she confessed that she was half the
war, destruction on my head if my bad

blame light on the man.

Come hither, gentle mistress.

Do you perceive in all this noble
company where most you owe obedience?

My noble father, I do perceive here a
divided duty.

To you I am bound for life and
education.

My life and education both do learn me
how to respect you.

You are lord of all my duty. I am
hitherto your daughter.

but here's my husband and so much duty
as my mother showed to you preferring

you before her father so much I
challenge that I may profess due to the

moor my lord goodbye I had done

please it your grace unto the state
affairs I'd rather to adopt a child than

get it come hither moor

I here do give thee that with all my
heart, which, but thou hast already,

with all my heart I would keep from
thee.

For your sake, Jewel, I'm glad that so I
have no other child, for thy escape

would teach me tyranny to hang clogs on
them.

I've done my lord.

Let me speak like yourself and lay a
sentence which as agrees or step may

help these lovers into your favor. When
remedies are passed the griefs are ended

by seeing the worst which late on hopes
depended. To mourn a mischief that is

past and gone is the next way to draw
new mischief on. What cannot be

preserved when fortune takes patience
her injury a mockery makes.

The robbed that smiles steals something
from the thief. He robs himself that

spends a bootless grease. So let the
Turk of Cyprus us beguile. We lose it

not so long as we can smile. He bears
the sentence well that nothing bears but

the free comfort which from thence he
hears.

He bears both the sentence and the
sorrow which to pay grief must of poor

patience borrow.

These sentences to sugar or to gall
being strong on both sides are

equivocal.

But words are words.

I never yet did hear the bruised heart
was pierced through the ear.

I humbly beseech you, proceed to the
affairs of state.

The Turk, with a most mighty
preparation, makes for Cyprus. Othello,

the fortitude of the place is best known
to you. And though we have there a

substitute of most allowed sufficiency,
yet opinion, sovereign mistress of

effects, throws a more safer voice on
you.

you must therefore be content to slumber
the grass of your new fortunes with this

more stubborn and boisterous expedition
the tyrant custom most grave senators

hath made the flintian steel couch of
war my thrice driven bed of down I do

agnize a natural and prompt alacrity I
find in hardness and would undertake

this present war against the Artemites.
most humbly therefore bending to your

state I crave fit disposition for my
wife due reference of place and

exhibition with such accommodation and
besought as levels with her breeding.

if you please bid at her father's. I'll
not have it so.

nor I.

I would not there reside to put my
father in impatient thoughts by being in

his eye.

Most gracious Duke, to my unfolding lend
your prosperous ear,

and let me find a charter in your voice
to assist my simpleness.

What would you, Desdemona?

That I did love the Moor.

To live with him, my downright violence
and storm of fortunes may trumpet to the

world.

My heart subdued even to the very
quality of my lord.

I saw Othello's visage in his mind, and
to his honours and his valiant parts did

I my soul and fortunes consecrate.

So that, dear lords, if I be left behind
a moth of peace and he go to the war,

the rights for why I love him are bereft
me, and I a heavy interim shall support

by his dear absence.

Let me go with him.

Let her have your voice.

Vouch with me, heaven. I therefore beg
it not to please the palate of my

appetite, nor to comply with heat.

The young effects in me defunct, and
proper satisfaction. But to be free and

bounteous to her mind.

And heaven defend your good souls, that
you think I will your serious and great

business scant, for she is with me. No.

when light-winged toys of feathered
cupid seal with wanton dullness my

speculative and office instrument that
my disports corrupt and taint my

business let hussif's make a skillet of
my helm and all in dine and base

adversities make head against my
estimation be it as you shall privately

determine either for her stay or going
the fair cries haste and speed must

unswitch you must away tonight tonight
my lord with all my heart at nine in the

morning here we'll meet again Othello
leave some officer behind and he shall

our commission bring to you with such
things else of quality and respect as

doth import you so please your grace my
ancient man he is of honesty and trust

to his conveyance I assign my wife with
what else needful your good grace shall

think to be sent after me let it be so
good night to everyone and noble seniors

if virtue no delightful beauty lack your
son-in-law is far more fair than black

Adieu, brave moor.

Use Desdemona well.

Look to her, moor, if thou hast eyes to
see.

She has deceived her father, and may
thee.

My life upon her faith.

Honest Iago, my Desdemona must I leave
to thee.

I pray thee, let thy wife attend on her,
and bring them after in the best

advantage.

Come, Desdemona.

I have but an hour of love, of worldly
matter, and direction to spend

with thee.

We must obey the time.

Iago.

What say'st thou noble hut?

What will I do think'st thou?

Why go to bed and sleep.

I will incontinently drown myself.

Well if thou dost I shall never love
thee after it.

Why thou silly gentleman?

Oh it's silliness to live when to live
is torment.

Then have we a prescription to die when
death is our physician.

villainous.

I have looked upon this world four times
seven years and since I could

distinguish between the benefit and an
injury I never found a man that knew how

to love himself.

Ere would I say I would drown myself for
the love of a guinea and I would change

my humanity with a baboon. What should I
do?

I confess it is my shame to be so fond
but it's not in my virtue to amend it.

That, you, a fig.

It is in ourselves that we are thus or
thus.

Our bodies are our gardens, to the which
our wills are gardeners. So that if we

will plant nettles or sow lettuce, set
hyssop and weed up thyme, supply it with

one gender of herbs or distract it with
many, either to have it sterile with

idleness or manured with industry, why,
the power and corrigible authority of

this lies in our wills.

If the balance of our lives had not one
scale of reason to poise another of

sensuality, the blood and baseness of
our natures would conduct us to most

preposterous conclusions.

But we have reason to call our raging
motions, our carnal stings, our unbitted

lusts.

Therefore I take this that you call love
to be a set or sign.

It cannot be.

It is merely a lust of the blood and a
permission of the will.

Come, be a man.

Drown thyself?

Drown cats, blind puppies.

I have professed me thy friend, and I
confess me knit to thy deserving with

cables of perjurable toughness.

I can never better stead thee than now.

Put money in thy purse.

Follow thou the wars.

Defeat thy favour with a usurped beard.

I say put money in thy purse.

It cannot be long that Desdemona shall
continue her love unto the moor.

Put money in your purse.

Nor he his to her.

It was a violent commencement in her,
and thou shalt see an answerable

sequestration.

Put but money in thy purse.

These moors are changeable in their
wills. Fill thy purse with money.

The food that's to him now is as
luscious as locusts.

shall be to him shortly as a serve as
the color quintida she must change for

youth when she is sated with his body
she will find the error of her choice

therefore put money in thy purse if thou
wilt needs damn thyself do it a more

delicate way than drowning make all the
money thou canst if sanctimony and a

frail vow betwixt an erring barbarian
and a super subtle venetian be not too

hard for my wits On all the tribe of
hell thou shalt enjoy her.

Therefore make money.

A pox on drowning thyself is clean out
of the way.

Seek thou rather to be hanged,
encompassing thy joy, than be drowned

and go without her.

Will thou be fast to my hopes if I
depend on the issue?

If thou art sure of me, go make money.

I have told thee often, and I re-tell
thee again and again. I hate them more.

My... causes hearted. thine has no less
reason.

let us be conjunctive in our revenge
against him.

if thou canst cuckold him thou does
thyself a pleasure and me a sport.

there are many events in the womb of
time which will be delivered.

Traverse. go.

provide thy money. we'll have more of
this tomorrow adieu. where shall we meet

in the morning? at my lodging.

I'll be with you betimes.

go to farewell.

do you hear Rodrigo? what say you?

No more of drowning.

Do you hear?

I'm changed.

Go to.

Farewell. Provide thy money!

I'll sell all my land.

Last do I ever make my fool my purse.

For I mine own gain knowledge should
profane if I would time expend with such

a snipe but for my sport and profit.

I hate them all.

And it is thought abroad that twixt my
sheets he's done my office.

I know not if it be true.

Yet I, for mere suspicion of that kind,
will do as if for surety.

He holds me well.

The better shall my purpose work on him.

Cassio's a proper man.

Let me see now.

To get his place and to plume up my will
in a double knavery.

How?

How?

Let's see.

after some time to abuse Othello's ear
that he's too familiar with his wife.

He hath a person and smooth dispose to
be suspected, frame to make women false.

The more a free and open nature that
thinks men honest that seem to be so,

and will be as tenderly led by the nose
as asses are.

It is engendered.

Hell and night must bring this monstrous
birth to the world's light.

What from the cape can you discern at
sea?

Nothing at all.

It is a high-wrought flood.

They cannot trick the heaven and the
main descrier, sir.

Who thinks the wind hath spoken loud at
land? The fuller blast ne'er shook our

battlements. If that the Turkish fleet
be not ensheltered and embayed, they are

drowned. It is impossible they bear it
out.

News lords, our wars are done.

The desperate tempest hath so banged the
Turk that their designment hunts.

Our noble ship of Venice hath seen a
grievous wreck and sufferance on the

most part of their fleet.

Is this true?

The ship is here put in. A Veronese.

Michael Cassio, lieutenant of the
warlike moor Othello, has come ashore,

the moor himself at sea, and is in full
commission here for Cyprus. I'm glad on

it. It is a worthy governor.

But this same Cassio, though he speaks
of comfort touching the Turkish loss,

yet he looks sadly and prays the moor be
safe, for they were parted with a

violent, violent tempest. Pray heavenly
be.

I have served him, and the man commands
like a full soldier.

Let's to the seaside, as well to see the
vessel that's come in, as to throw out

our eyes for brave Othello, even till we
make the main and the aerial blue an

indistinct regard.

Come, let's do so. Every minute is
expectancy aboard rivals.

thanks you the valiant of this warlike
ire that so approved the war.

I'll let the heavens give me defense
against their elements for I've lost him

on a dangerous sea. is he well shipped?

his bark is starkly timbered and his
pilot a very expert and approved

allowance. therefore my hopes not
surfeited to death stand in bold cure.

the town is empty.

on the brow of the sea stand ranks of
people and they cry a sail.

my hopes are shaping for the governor.
they do discharge the shot of courtesy.

our friend at least. I pray you sir go
forth and give us truth who it is that

is arrived.

I shall.

good lieutenant is your general wived?

most fortunately.

you've achieved a maid that paragon's
description and wild fame one that

excels the quirks of blazoning pens and
in the essential vesture of creation

does tire the engineer.

now who has put in? it's Lenny Argo
ancient to the general. he's had most

favorable and happy speed.

Tempests themselves, high seas and
howling winds, the gutted rocks and

congregated sands, traitors and steeped
to implode the guiltless keels, having

sense of beauty to omit their mortal
natures, letting go safely by the divine

Desdemona.

What is she?

The she that I spake of, our great
captain's captain, left in the conduct

of the bold Iago, whose footing here
anticipates our thoughts at seven

nights' speed.

Great Job, O fellow god, and swell his
sail with thine own powerful breath,

that he may bless this bay with his tall
ship.

make love's quick pants and Desdemona's
arms.

give renewed fire to our extincted
spirits and bring all Cyprus comfort.

all behold the riches of the ship has
come ashore. hail to thee lady and the

grace of heaven before behind thee and
on every hand and wheel thee round. I

thank you valiant Cassio.

what tidings can you tell me of my lord?
he has not yet arrived nor know I ought

but that he's well and will be shortly
here. but I fear how lost you company.

the great contention of the sea and sky
has parted our fellowship.

so speaks this boy. see for the news.

good ancient you're welcome.

welcome mistress.

let it not gall your patience good Iago
that I extend my manners which is my

breeding that gives me this bold show of
courtesy.

sir did she give you so much of her lips
as of her tongue she oft bestows on me

you'd have enough.

alas she has no speech. I know too much
I find it I when I hear less to sleep.

Marry before your ladyship I grant. She
puts her tongue a little in her heart

and chides with thinking. You have
little cause to say so.

Come on come on.

You are pictures out of doors.

Bells in your parlors.

Wildcats in your kitchens.

Saints in your injuries.

Devils being offended.

Players in your huswifery and hussifs in
your beds. Oh fie upon thee slanderer.

It is true else I am a Turk.

You rise to play and go to bed to work.
Oh you shall not write my praise.

Let me not.

what wouldst thou write of me if thou
shouldst praise me?

oh gentle lady do not put me to it for I
am nothing if not critical.

come on a say.

has one gone to the harbour? I am not
merry but do beguile the thing I am by

seeming otherwise.

come how wouldst thou praise me? I am
about it but indeed my invention comes

from my pate as birdlime does from
frieze it plucks out brain and all.

But my muse labours, and thus it is
delivered.

If she be fair and wise, fairness and
wit, the one's for use, the other useth

it. Well praised.

How if black and witty?

If she be black and thereto have a wit,
she'll find a wight that shall her

blackness hit.

Worse and worse.

How if fair and foolish?

She never yet was foolish that was fair,
for even her folly helped her to an ear.

These are old, fond paradoxes to make
fools laugh in the alehouse.

Do not learn of him, Emilia, though he
be thy husband.

How say you, Cassio?

Is he not a most profane and liberal
counsellor? He speaks home, madam,

relishing more in the soldier than in
the scholar.

He takes it by the palm.

Aye, well said, whisper.

With as little a web as this would I
ensnare as great a fly as Cassio.

Smile upon her, do.

I will guive thee in thine own
courtship.

You say true, tis so indeed.

If such tricks as these will strip you
of your lieutenantry, it had been better

you had not kissed your three fingers so
oft.

It is now again you are most apt to play
the sir in very good, well-kissed and

excellent courtesy.

Tis so indeed.

yet again your fingers at your lips.

would they were cluster pipes for your
sake.

the moor.

I know his trumpet.

let's meet him and receive him.

lo where he comes.

Oh, my fair warrior. My dear Athene.

It gives me wonder, great is my content,
to see you here before me.

Oh, my soul's joy.

If after every tempest come such calms,
may the winds blow till they have

wakened death, and let the laboring bark
climb hills of seas, Olympus high, and

Dacogheme as low as hells from heaven.

if it were now to die it were now to be
most happy.

for I fear my soul hath her content so
absolute that not another comfort like

to this succeeds in unknown fate.

the heavens forbid but that our loves
and comfort should increase even as our

days do grow.

amen to that sweet promise.

The greatest discords be that e'er our
hearts shall make.

Oh, you're well-tuned now.

And I'll set down the pegs and make this
music as honest as I am.

News, friends!

Our wars are done!

The Turks are drowned!

of the isle.

Happy you shall be well desired in
Cyprus. I have found great love amongst

them. Oh, my sweet, I prattle out of
fashion, and I dote in my own comfort.

A pretty good yago.

Go to the bay, and disembark by coffers.

Bring thou the master to the citadel. He
is a good one, and his worthiness does

challenge much respect.

Come, Desdemona.

Once more, well met at Cyprus. Hey, hey,
hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

You thou meet me presently in the
harbour.

Come hither.

Thou beest valiant.

As they say, base men being in love then
have a nobility in their natures more

than is native to them.

Listen to me.

The lieutenant tonight watches on the
court of guard.

First, I must tell thee this.

Desdemona is directly in love with him.
With him? Why, it is not possible.

Lay thy finger thus and let thy soul be
instructed.

Mark me with what violence she first
loved them all but for bragging and

telling her fantastical lies.

To love him still for prating?

Let not thy discreet heart think so.

Her eye must be fed.

And what delight shall she have to look
on the devil?

When the blood is made dull with the act
of sport, there should be a gain to

inflame it and give satiety a fresh
appetite, loveliness in favour, sympathy

in years, manners and beauties, all
which the moor is defective in.

Now, for want of these required
conveniences, her delicate tenderness

will find itself abused.

begin to heave the cords, disrelish and
abhor them all.

Very nature will instruct her in it, and
compel her to some second choice.

Now, sir, this granted, as it is a most
pregnant and unfawed position, who

stands eminent in the degree of this
fortune as Cassio does, and nay, very

voluble?

No further conscionable than in putting
on the mere form of civil and humane

seeming for the better compassing of his
salt and most hidden loose affections.

Why, no.

Why, no.

A slipper, subtle knave. A finder-out of
occasion that as an eye can stamp and

counterfeit advantages, though true
advantage never present itself.

A devilish knave.

Besides, the knave is handsome, young,
and hath all those requisites in him

that folly and green mines look after.

A pestilent, complete knave.

And the woman hath found him already.

I cannot believe that in her. She's full
of most blessed condition.

Blessed?

Fixed end.

The wine she drinks is made of grapes.

If she had been blessed, she would never
have loved them more.

Blessed pudding.

didst thou not see her paddle with the
palm of his hand? did not mark that? yes

that I did but that was but courtesy.

lechery by this hand.

an index an obscure prologue to the
history of lust and foul thoughts.

they met so near with their lips that
their breaths embraced together.

villainous thoughts Rodrigo.

when these mutualities so marshal the
way Hard at hand comes the master and

main exercise, the incorporate
conclusion.

Pish.

But, sir, be you ruled by me.

I have brought you from Venice.

Watch you tonight for your command.

I'll lay it upon you.

Cassio knows you not.

I'll not be far from you.

Find some occasion to anger Cassio.

either by speaking too loud or tainting
his discipline, or from what other cause

you please, as the time will more
favorably minister.

Sir, he is rash and very sudden in
choler, and haply with his truncheon may

strike at you.

Provoke him that he may.

For even out of that will I cause these
of Cyprus to mutiny, whose

qualifications shall come into no true
taste again but by the displanting of

Cassio.

so shall you have a shorter journey to
your desires, by the means I shall then

have to prefer them, and the impediment
most profitably removed, without the

which there were no expectation of our
prosperity.

I will do this, if you can bring it to
any opportunity.

I warrant thee.

Meet me by and by at the citadel. I must
fetch his necessaries ashore. Farewell.

Adieu.

Cassio loves her, I do well believe it.

But she loves him.

It is apt and of great credit.

And more, albeit I endure him not, is of
a constant loving and noble nature.

And I dare think he'll prove to
Desdemona a most dear husband.

No, I do love her too.

Not out of absolute lust.

Ah, poor adventure, I stand to count and
for as great a sin.

Far we led to die at my revenge, for
that I do suspect the lustful moor hath

leaped into my seat.

The thought whereof doth like a
poisonous mineral gnaw my innards, and

nothing can or shall content my soul
till I am even with him wife for wife,

or failing so, yet that I put the moor
at least into a

jealousy so strong that judgment cannot
cure.

Which thing to do?

If this poor trash of Venice and my
trash for his quick hunting stand are

putting on, I'll have our Michael Cassio
on the hip.

Abuse him to the more in the rank garb.

Right for your Cassio with my nightcap
too.

Make the more thank me.

Love me.

Reward me.

or making him egregiously an ass, or
practising upon his peace and quiet even

unto madness.

Tis here, but yet confused,

neither his plain face is never seen
till used.

Good Michael, look you to the guard
tonight.

Let's teach ourselves that honorable
stop, not to outspout discretion.

Iago hath direction what to do, but
notwithstanding, with my personal eye

will I look to him.

Iago is most honest.

Michael, good night.

Tomorrow, with your earliest, let me
have speech with you.

Come, my dear love.

The purchase made.

The fruits are to ensue.

That prophet's yet to come to exchange
you.

Good night.

Good night.

Not this hour, Lieutenant.

It's not yet ten o'clock.

How General Carse is thus early for the
love of his Desdemona.

Let us not, therefore, blame.

He hath not yet made wanton a knight
with her.

But she sport for joe. She's a most
exquisite lady.

And I warrant her full of game.

Indeed, she's a most fresh and delicate
creature. What an eye she has.

Methinks it sounds a parley to
provocation. An inviting eye, and yet

methinks right modest. And when she
speaks, is it not an alarm to love?

She is indeed perfection.

Well, happiness to their sheets.

Come, Lieutenant, I have a stoup of wine
in here without a reprace of Cyprus

gallants who would fain have a measure
to the health of the Black Corfella.

Not tonight, I have very poor and
unhappy brains for drinking. I well wish

courtesy would invent some other custom
of entertainment.

They are our friends. But one cup, I'll
drink for you. I have drunk but one cup

tonight, and that was craftily qualified
to behold what innovation it makes here.

No, I am unfortunate in the infirmity
and dare not task my weakness with any

more. Oh, what man?

Tis a night of revels.

The glance desire it.

Where are they? Here at the door. I pray
you, call them in. I'll do it, but it

dislikes me.

If I can farce and put one cup upon him,
with that

which he had drunk tonight already,
he'll be as full of quarrel and offence

as my young mistress does.

now my sick fool Rodrigo whom love has
turned almost the wrong side outward

to Desdemona hath the knight corrals
potations bottle deep and he's to watch

three elves of Cyprus noble swelling
spirits that hold their

armor in a weary distance the very
elements of this warlike isle have I

tonight flustered with flowing cups

and they watch too.

now amongst this flock of drunkards am I
to put our Cassio in some action

which may offend the eye.

if consequence do but approve my dream
my boat sails freely with the wind

downstream.

poor God they're giving me a rouse
already.

good faith a little one not passed a
pint as I'm a soldier.

Oh God, an excellent song.

I learned that in England, we're indeed
the most potent at potting. You Dane,

you German, you swag-bellied Hollander,
drink.

Your Englishman's so expert in his
drinking.

He'll drink you with facility, you Dane,
dead drunk.

He sweats not to overthrow your old
mane.

And he'll give your Hollander a vomit.

For the health of our general, I'm for
it, Lieutenant.

And I'll do you justice.

Oh, sweet England.

King Stephen was a worthy peer.

His britches cost him but a crown.

He held them six was all to gear.

With that he caught a sailor loud.

He was a white man renowned.

And I was but a holly tree.

To fight that for the country down.

So take thy old...

exquisite song than the other. Will you
hear it again?

No, for I hold him to be unworthy of his
place that does those things. Well, gods

above all, and there be souls must be
saved, and there be souls must not be

saved. It is true, good lieutenant.

For my own part, no offense to the
general or any man of quality, I hope to

be saved. So do I, too, lieutenant.

Aye, but by your leave, not before me.

The lieutenant is to be saved before the
ancient.

I have no more of this. It's to our
affairs.

God, forgive us our sins. Gentlemen,
let's look to our business.

Do you think, gentlemen, that I am
drunk? Oh, no, no, no, no.

This is my ancient. This is my right
hand, my left hand. I am not drunk now.

Stand well enough, and I can speak well
enough.

Excellent.

Very well, then.

You must not think that I am drunk.

You see, this fellow who has gone
before, he is a soldier fit to stand by

Caesar and give direction.

And who but sees vice?

It is to his virtue a just equinox, the
one as long as the other.

It is pity of him.

I fear the trust Othello puts him in on
some odd time of his infirmity will

shake this island.

But is he often thus?

Tis evermore the prologue to his sleep.

He'll watch the horolog a double set if
drink rock not his cradle.

Too well the general will put in mind of
it.

Perhaps he sees it not.

Or his good nature prizes the virtue
that appears in Cassio and looks not on

his evils. Is not this true?

Now, now, Rodrigo.

After the lieutenant go.

And tis great pity that the noble Moor
should hazard such a place as his own

second with one of an engraft infirmity.

T'were an honest action to say so to the
Moor.

Not I from all this island.

I do love Cassio well and would do much
to cure him of this evil.

What did I say? Go out and cry a mutiny.
Come, come, you're drunk!

Lieutenant!

God's will, gentlemen, help!

Lieutenant, sir!

Lieutenant, sir!

It's on.

Lieutenant,

sir!

God's will, you'll be chained forever!

Hold for your lives!

From whence ariseth this?

Are we turned Turks, and to ourselves do
that which heaven hath forbid the

Ottomites?

The Christian shame put by this
barbarous brawl. He that stares next to

carve for his own rage holds his soul
light. He dies upon his motion.

Silence that dreadful bell.

It frights the eye of my propriety.

what's the matter masters?

honest Iago that looks dead with
grieving speak who began this on thy

lover I charge thee.

I do not know.

friends all but now even now.

in quarter and in terms like bride and
groom divesting them for bed and then

but now as if some planet had unwitted
men swords out and tilting one another's

breast in opposition bloody.

I can't speak any beginning to this
peevish odds.

I would in action glorious. I'd lost
these legs that brought me to a part of

it.

How come is it, Michael, you are thus
forgot?

Pray you pardon me, I cannot speak.

Worthy Montano, you were wont to be
civil. The gravity and stillness of your

youth the world hath noted.

and your name is great in mouths of
wisest censure.

what's the matter that you unlace your
reputation thus and spend your rich

opinion for the name of a knight
brawler?

give me answer to him.

I'm hurt to danger.

your officer Iago can inform you what.

I spare breath for something that
offends me.

of all that I don't know.

nor know I ought by me that's said or
done amiss this night.

And this self-charity be some time of
ice, and to defend ourselves it be a sin

when violence assails us.

Now, by heaven, my blood begins my safer
guides to rule, and passion, having

my best judgment collied, assays to lead
the way.

Zunes, if I stir, or but lift this arm,
the best of you shall sink in my rebuke.

Now, give me to know how this foul rout
began. Who set it on?

And he that is approved in this offence,
though he had twinned with me both at

birth, shall lose me. What, in a town of
war, yet wild, the people's hearts

brimful of fear, to manage private and
domestic quarrel, at night, and on the

court in guard of safety?

Tis monstrous Iago, who began't. If
partially affined or lead in office,

thou dost deliver more or less than
truth. Thou art no soldier.

Touch me not so near.

I'd rather have this tongue cut from my
mouth than it should do offense to

Michael Cassio.

Yet I persuade myself to speak the truth
shall nothing wrong him.

This it is general.

Montano and myself being in speech.

There comes a fellow crying out for
help.

And Cassio following him with determined
sword to execute upon him.

So this gentleman steps into Cassio to
entreat his pause.

Myself the crying fellow did pursue less
by his clamor.

as it so fell out the town might fall in
fright.

he swift of foot outran my purpose and I
returned the rather.

for that I heard the clink and fall of
swords and Cassio high in oath which

still tonight I near might see before.

when I came back for this was brief I
found them close together at blow and

thrust.

even as they were again when you
yourself depart them.

more of this matter can I not report.

but men are men.

the best sometimes forget.

Though Cassio did some little wrong to
him, as men in rage strike those that

wish them best.

Yet surely, Cassio, I believe, received
from him that fled some strange

indignity that patience could not pass.

I know, Iago, thy honesty and love doth
mince this matter, making it light to

Cassio.

Cassio, I love thee, but never more.

the officer of mine.

Look, if my gentle love be not raised
up, I make thee an example.

What is the matter, dear? All's well
now, sweetie. Come away to bed, sir. For

your hurts, myself will be your surgeon.
Lead him off.

Iago?

Look with care about the town and
silence those whom this vile brawl

distracted

What do you hurt, Lieutenant?

Aye.

Vastal surgery.

Mary, God forbid.

Reputation.

Reputation. I've lost my reputation.
I've lost the immortal part of me and

what remains is bestial.

My reputation, Iago, my reputation.

I'm an honest man. I thought you had
received some bodily wound.

There's more sense in that than in
reputation.

Reputation's an idle and most false
imposition.

Oft gained without merit and lost
without deserving.

You've lost no reputation at all unless
you repute yourself such a loser.

But, man, there are ways to recover the
general again.

You are but now cast in his mood.

A punishment more in policy than in
malice, as one would beat one's

offensivest dog to a frightened
imperious lion.

Sue to him again and he's yours.

I'd rather sue to be despised than to
deceive so good a commander with so

slight so drunken and so indiscreet an
officer.

Drunk and speak parrot and squabble
swagger swear and discourse fustian with

one's own shadow.

How invisible spirit of wine if there
has no name to be known by let us call

thee devil.

What was he that you followed with your
sword? What had he done to you? I know

not. It's possible.

I remember a mass of things but nothing
distinctly, a quarrel but nothing

wherefore.

God, that men should put an enemy in
their mouths to steal away their brains.

That we should with joy, pleasance,
revel and applause transform ourselves

into beasts.

Why, you're but now well enough.

How come you thus recovered?

It's pleased the devil drunkenness to
give place to the devil wrath. One

unperfectness shows me another to make
me frankly despise myself. Come, you are

too severe a moral errant.

As the time the place and the condition
of this country stands I could heartily

wish this had not so befallen.

But since it is as it is mend it for
your own good.

I will ask him for my place again.

He shall tell me I'm a drunkard.

Had I as many mouths as Hydra such an
answer would stop them all.

To be now a sensible man by and by a
fool and presently a beast.

Strange.

Every inordinate cup is unblessed in the
ingredients of the devil.

Come, come.

Good wine is a good familiar creature,
if well used.

Scream no more against it.

A good lieutenant.

I think you think I love you.

I have well approved it, sir.

I am drunk.

You already, man. Living may be drunk at
some time, man.

I shall tell you what you shall do.

Our general's wife is now the general.

I may say so in this respect that he
hath devoted and given up himself to the

contemplation, mark, and denotement of
her parts and graces.

Confess yourself freely to her.

Impetune her help to put you in your
place again.

She is so free, so kind, so blessed a
disposition.

She holds it a vice in her goodness not
to do more than she is requested.

This broken joint between you and her
husband entreat her to splinter and my

fortune against any lay worth naming.

This crack of your love shall grow
stronger than it was before.

Advise me well.

I protest in the sincerity of love and
honest kindness.

I think it freely and at times in the
morning I will beseech the virtuous

Desdemona to undertake for me.

I'm desperate of my fortunes if they
check me here.

You're in the right, Lieutenant.

Good night.

I must to the wall.

Good night, when I see you again.

What's he, then, that says I play the
villain?

Well, the surprise is free, I give.

Honest, probable to think.

And, indeed, the course to win them all
again.

Well, it is most easy the inclining
Desdemona to subdue with any honest

suit.

She's framed as fruitful as the three
elements.

And then for her to win the war.

For it to renounce his baptism.

All seals and symbols of redeemed sin.

His soul is so infettered to her love
that she may make, unmake, do what she

list. Even as her appetite shall play
the god with his weak function.

How am I then a villain to counsel
Cassio to this parallel course directly

to his good?

Divinity of hell.

When devils will their blackest sins put
on they do suggest at first with

heavenly shows as I do now.

For whilst this honest fool plies
Desdemona to repair his fortunes, and

she for him pleads strongly with them
all, I'll pour this pestilence into

his ear, and she repeals him for her
body's lass.

And by how much she strives to do him
good, she'll undo her credit with them

all.

So shall I turn her virtue into pitch.

and out of her own goodness make the net
that she'll enmesh them all.

how now rodrigo?

i do follow here in the chase not like a
hound that hunts but one that fills up

the cry.

my money is almost spent.

i have been tonight exceedingly well
cudgelled.

And I think the issue will be I shall
have so much experience for my pains as

that comes to and so with no money at
all and a little more wit return again

to Venice.

How poor are they that have not
patience?

What wounded ever heal but by degrees?

Now, Norris, we work by wit and not by
witchcraft.

And wit depends on dilatory time.

Does not go well.

Cassio hath beaten thee, and thou by
that small hurt hast cashiered, Cassio.

No other things grow fair against the
sun, yet fruits that blossom first shall

first be ripe.

Content thyself a while.

By the mass, it is morning.

Pleasure and action make the hours seem
short.

Retire thee.

Go where thou art billeted.

Away, I say.

Thou shalt no more hereafter.

Nay, get thee gone!

Two things are to be done.

My wife must move for Cassio to her
mistress.

I'll set her on myself a while to draw
them all apart.

And bring him jump when he make Cassio
fine soliciting his wife.

good lieutenant.

I am sorry for your displeasure but all
will sure be well.

the general and his wife are talking of
it and she speaks for you stoutly.

the moor replies that he you heard is of
great fame in Cyprus and great affinity

and that in wholesome wisdom he might
not but refuse you.

but he protests he loves you and needs
no other suit about his likings to take

the safest occasion by the front to
bring you in again.

yet I beseech you give me advantage of
some brief discourse with Desdemona

alone.

Be thou assured good Cassio.

I will do all my abilities in thy
behalf.

Good madam do I warrant it grieves my
husband as if the case were his. Oh

that's an honest fellow.

Do not doubt Cassio but I will have my
lord and you again as friendly as you

were. Pontius madam whatever shall
become of Michael Cassio who's never

anything but your true servant. I know
it. I thank you.

You do love my lord. You have known him
long and be you well assured you shall

in strangeness stand no farther off than
in a politic distance.

Aye but lady that policy may either last
so long or...

feed upon such nice and waterish diet or
breed itself so out of circumstances

that I being absent and my place
supplied my general will forget my love

and service?

Do not doubt that.

Before Amelia here I give thee warrant
of thy place.

Assure thee if I do vow friendship I'll
perform it to the last article.

My lord shall never rest.

I'll watch him tame and talk him out of
patience.

His bed shall seem a school, his board a
shrift. I'll intermingle everything he

does with Cassio's suit.

Therefore be merry, Cassio, for thy
solicitor shall rather die than give thy

cause away.

Madam, here comes my lord.

Madam, I'll take my leave.

Nay, stay and hear me speak. Madam, not
now. I am very ill at ease. I'm fit for

mine own purpose.

Well, do your discretion.

Like not that.

Just the same?

Oh, nothing, my lord.

No, no, no. What?

was not that Cassio parted from my wife?

Cassio my lord? no sure I cannot think
it. but he would sneak away so guilty

like seeing your coming.

I do believe twas he.

how now my lord?

I've been talking with a suitor here.

a man who languishes in your
displeasure.

who is't you mean?

why your lieutenant Cassio.

oh. good my lord.

if I have any grace or power to move you
his present reconciliation take.

for if he be not one that truly loves
you that errs in ignorance and not in

cunning I have no judgment of an honest
face.

I prithee call him back.

went he hence now?

yes faith so humble that he had left
part of his grief with me to suffer with

him.

good love call him back.

not now sweet Desdemona some other time.

shall be shortly.

the sooner sweet for you.

shall be tonight at supper?

no not tonight.

tomorrow dinner then?

no I shall not dine at home. I meet the
captains at the citadel.

why then tomorrow night or Tuesday morn.

on Tuesday noon or night or Wednesday
morn. I pretty name the time.

but let it not exceed three days. if
fate is penitent yet his trespass in our

common reason save that they say the
wars must make example out of her best

is not almost a fault to incur a private
check.

When shall he come?

Tell me Othello.

I wonder in my soul what you would ask
of me that I should deny or stand so

mammering on. What Michael Cassio that
came a wooing with you and so many a

time when I have spoke of you
displeasingly have ta'en your part to

have so much to do to bring him in. By a
lady I could do much. Prithee no more.

Let him come when he will. I will deny
thee nothing. Why this is not a boon.

Tis as I should entreat you.

Wear your gloves.

Or feed off nourishing dishes.

Or keep you warm.

Or sue to you to do a peculiar profit to
your own person.

Nay, when I have a suit wherein I mean
to touch your love indeed, it will be

full of poison, difficult weight, and
fearful to be grounded.

I will deny thee nothing.

whereon I do beseech thee grant me this
to leave me but a little to myself.

shall I deny you?

no, farewell my lord.

farewell, Desdemona.

I'll come to thee straight.

Amelia, come.

be as your fancies teach you.

whate'er you be I am obedient.

Excellent, Reg.

Perdition catch my soul, but I do love
thee.

And when I love thee not, chaos is come
again.

What does thou say, Iago?

Did Michael Cassio, when you wooed my
lady, know of your love?

He did, from first to last.

Why dost thou ask?

But for a satisfaction of my thought, no
further harm.

What have they thought, Iago?

I did not think he had been acquainted
with her.

Oh, yes, and went between us very often.

Indeed. Indeed.

Aye, indeed.

Dissents thou, Orton, now?

Is he not honest?

Honest, my lord?

Honest. Aye, honest.

My lord.

Brought I know.

What dost thou think?

Think, my lord? Think, my lord?

By heaven, he echoes me.

As if there were some monster in his
thought, too hideous to be shown.

Thou dost mean something.

I heard thee say even now thou likest
not that when Cassio left my wife.

What didst not like?

And when I told thee he was of my
counsel in my whole course of wooing,

thou criedst indeed, and didst contract
and purse thy brow together, as if thou

then hadst shut up in thy brain some
horrible conceit.

If thou dost love me, show me thy
thought.

My Lord, you know I love you.

I think thou dost, and...

for I know thou art full of love and
honesty and waste thy words before thou

gives them breath. therefore these stops
of thine affright me the more.

such things in a false disloyal knave
are tricks of custom but in the man

that's just they're close dilations
working from the heart that passion

cannot rule.

Michael Cassio I dare presume I think
he's honest.

I think so too.

men should be that they seem.

know that those that be not but they
might seem none.

certain men should be what they seem.

why then I think Cassio's an honest man.

men.

yet there's more in this.

I prithee speak to me as to thy thinking
as thou dost ruminate and give thy worst

of thoughts the worst of words.

good my lord pardon me.

Though I am bound to every act of duty,
I'm not bound to that all slaves are

free to. Utter my thoughts.

Why, say they are vile and false.

But where's that palace where into foul
things sometimes intrude not?

Who has that breast so pure that some
uncleanly apprehensions keep leets and

law days, and in sessions sit with
meditations lawful? Thou dost conspire

against thy friend, Iago, if thou but
think'st him wronged, and mak'st his ear

a stranger to thy thoughts.

I do beseech you.

though I perchance am vicious in my
guess.

as I confess it is my nature's plague to
spy into abuses.

and oft my jealousy shapes faults which
are not.

that your wisdom looked from one that
sign perfectly conjects would take no

notice. nor build yourself a trouble out
of his scattering and unsure observance.

it were not for your quiet nor your
good.

nor my manhood, honesty, or wisdom to
let you know my thoughts.

What does that mean?

Good name in man and woman, dear my
lord, is the immediate jewel of their

souls.

Who steals my purse steals trash.

Tis something, nothing.

T'was mine, tis his, and has been slaved
to thousands.

But he that filches from me my good
name,

Robs me of that which not enriches him
and makes me poor indeed.

By heaven I'll know thy thoughts.

You cannot.

If my heart were in your hand.

Nor shall not while it is in my custody.

Ah.

Beware, my lord, of jealousy.

Tis the green-eyed monster that doth
mock the meat it feeds on.

That cuckold lives in bliss, who certain
of his fate loves not his wronger. But

what damned minutes tells he o'er who
dotes yet doubts, suspects yet strongly

loves? Oh, misery.

Poor and content is rich, and rich
enough.

But riches finest are as poor as winter
to him that ever fears he shall be poor.

Good God, the souls of all my tribe
defend from jealousy.

Why?

Why is this?

Think'st thou I'd make a life of
jealousy to follow still the changes of

the moon with fresh suspicions? No.

To be once in doubt is once to be
resolved.

exchange me for a goat, when I shall
turn the business of my soul to such

exsufficate and blown surmises matching
thy inference?

Ha!

Tis not to make me jealous to say my
wife is fair, feeds well, loves company,

is free of speech, sings, plays, and
dances well?

Well, virtuous, these are more virtuous.

Nor from mine own weak merits will I
draw the smallest fear or doubt of her

revolt.

For she had eyes and chose me.

No, Iago.

I'll see before I doubt. When I doubt,
prove.

And on the proof there is no more but
this.

Away at once with love or jealousy.

You're out of this.

But I shall have reason to show the love
and duty I bear you with frank spirit.

Therefore, as I am bound, receive it
from me.

I speak not yet of proof.

Look to your wife.

Observe her well with Cassio.

Wear your eye thus, not jealous nor
secure.

I would not have your free and noble
nature out of self-balancing be abused.

Look to it.

For I do know our country disposition
well.

In Venice, they'd let God see the pranks
they dare not show their husbands.

Their best conscience is not to leave it
undone, but to keep it unknown.

That's the old silly talk.

She deceived her father marrying you.

And when she seemed to shake and fear
your look, she loved them most.

So she did.

Why, go to then.

She that's so young.

could give out such a seeming as to seal
her father's eyes up close as oak. he

thought it was witchcraft.

but pardon me I am much to blame.

I humbly do beseech you of your pardon
for too much loving you. I am bound to

thee forever.

I see this hath a little dashed your
spirits.

no not a jot.

not a jot.

I fear it has.

I hope you will consider what he spoke
comes from my love.

But I see you are moved.

I pray you not to strain my speech to
grosser issues, nor to further reach

them to suspicion.

I will not.

Should you do so, my lord, my speech
should fall into such vile success as my

thoughts aim not.

Cassio is my worthy friend.

My lord, I see you are moved.

No, not much moved.

I do not think Bethesda Mona is honest.

Long live she so.

But long live you to think so.

And yet, how nature erring from itself.

Right.

There's the point.

Oh, it's to be bold with you.

Not to affect the many proposed matters
of her own clime, complexion and degree.

Where to we see in all things nature
tends.

One may smell in such...

A will most rank, foul disproportion,
thoughts unnatural.

But pardon me, I do not in position
distinctly speak of her.

Though I may fear a will recoiling to
her better judgment may fall to match

you with her country forms.

And happily repent.

Farewell, farewell.

If more thou dost perceive, let me know
more.

Set on thy wife to observe.

Leave me, Iaco.

My lord, I'll take my leave.

Why did I marry?

This honest creature doubtless sees and
knows more.

Much more than he unfolds.

I would, I might, entreat you to scan
this thing no further. Leave it for

time.

Don't just fit that Cassio have his
place. For sure, he fills it up with

great ability.

Yet if you please...

to hold him off for a while.

you may by that perceive him and his
means.

note if your lady strain his
entertainment with any strong or

vehement suit.

much will be seen in that. in the
meantime let me be thought too busy in

my fears.

as worthy cause I have to fear I am.

and hold her free I do beseech your
honor.

fear not my government.

I once more take my leave.

This fellow's of exceeding honesty and
knows all qualities with a learned

spirit of human dealings.

If I do prove her haggard, though that
her jesses were my dear heartstrings,

I'd whistle her off and let her down the
wind to

pray at fortune.

Happily, for I am black and have not
those soft parts of conversation that

chambers have. Or for I am declined into
the veil of years.

That's not much.

She's gone.

I am abused.

And my relief must be to loathe her.

O curse of marriage, that we can call
these delicate creatures ours and not

their appetites.

I had rather be a toad and live upon the
vapour of a dungeon than keep a corner

in the thing I love for others' uses.

Yet, tis the plague of great ones.

Prerogative are they less than the base.

Tis destiny unshunnable like death.

Even then this forked plague is fated to
us when we do quicken.

Look where she comes.

If she be false, oh, then heaven mocks
itself.

How now my dear Othello?

Your dinner and the generous islanders
by you invited to attend your presence.

I'm to blame.

Why do you speak so faintly?

Are you not well?

I have a pain upon my forehead here.

Faith that's with watching.

Twill away again.

Let me but bind it hard.

Within this hour it will be well. Your
napkin is too small.

Let it alone!

Come, I'll go in with you.

I'm very sorry that you are not well.

I am glad I have found this napkin.

This was her first remembrance from the
moor.

My wayward husband hath a hundred times
warned me to steal it.

But she so loves the token, for he
conjured her she should ever keep it,

that she reserves it ever more about her
to kiss and talk to.

I'll have the work ta'en out and gift
you a go.

What he will do with it, heaven knows,
not I.

Ay, nothing but to please his fantasy.

Now, now.

What are you here alone?

Why do not you chide?

I have a thing for you.

You have a thing for me?

It is a common thing. Huh?

To have a foolish wife.

Oh, is that all?

What will you give me now for that same
handkerchief?

What handkerchief?

what, handkerchief?

why, that the moor first gave to
desdemona.

that which so often you did bid me
steal.

I stole it. no, faith.

she let it drop by negligence and to the
advantage i, being here, took it up.

look.

here it is.

with it that you have been so earnest to
have me filch it.

if be not for some purpose of import
give me

meat again.

poor lady she'll run mad when she shall
lack it.

Cassio's lodging. I'll lose this napkin.

And let him find it.

Trifles light as air to the jealous.

Confirmation strong as proofs of holy
writ.

This may do something.

The moral ready changes with my poison.

Dangerous conceits are in their
nature's... Poisons that at first are

scarce found to this taste.

But with a little act upon the blood,
burn like the mines of

sulfur.

I did say so.

Look where he comes.

Not poppy nor mandragora nor all the
drowsy syrups of the world shall ever

medicine thee to that sweet sleep which
thou owed yesterday.

False?

To me?

To me?

Well, now, my lord, no more of that.
That's fond.

Be gone.

Thou hast set me on the rack.

I swear it is better to be much abused
than but to know it a little.

What sense had I of her stolen hours of
lust?

I saw it not, thought it not, it harmed
not me.

I slept the next night well, fed well,
was free and merry.

I found not Cassio's kisses on her lips.

He that is robbed, not wanting what is
stolen, let him not know it, and he's

not robbed at all. I'm sorry to hear
this. I had been happy if the general

camp, pioneers and all, had tasted her
sweet body, so I had nothing known.

Oh, now, forever.

Farewell, the tranquil mind.

Farewell, content.

Farewell, the plumy troops, and the big
wars that makes ambition virtue.

Oh, farewell.

Farewell the neighing steed and the
shrill trump, the spirit-stirring drum,

the ear-piercing fife, the royal banner,
and all quality, pride, pomp,

and circumstance of glorious war.

And all immortal engines whose rude
throats the immortal Jove's dread

clamors counterfeit.

Thoreau's occupation's gone.

it's possible my lord.

villain be sure thou prove my love of
whore be assured of it or by the worth

of man's eternal soul thou had been
better have been born a dog than answer

my awake draught.

it's come to this. see it or at the
least so prove it.

that the probation bear no hinge nor
loop to hang a doubt on or woe upon thy

life. My noble lord. If thou dost
slander her and torture me, never pray

more, abandon all remorse on horror's
head, horrors accumulate, do deeds to

make heaven weep, all earth amazed, for
nothing canst thou to damnation add

greater than that.

Oh, grace.

Oh, heaven forgive me.

Are you a man?

Have you a soul or sense?

God, by you, take mine office.

O wretched fool that lives to make thine
honesty a vice.

O monstrous world, take note, take note,
O world. To be direct and honest is not

safe. I thank you for this profit, and
from hence I'll love no friend, since

love breeds such offense.

Nay, stay.

Thou shouldst be honest.

I should be wise for honesty is a fool
and loses that it works for. By the

world I think my wife be honest and
think she is not. I think that thou art

just and think thou that.

I have some proof.

Her name that was as fresh as Diane's
visages now be grimed and black as mine

own face. If there be cause or knives,
poison or fire or suffocating streams,

I'll not endure it.

But I was satisfied.

I see you are eaten up with passion.

I regret me that I ever put it to you.

You would be satisfied?

Nay, and I will.

And may, but how, how satisfied?

Would you, the supervisor, grossly gape
on, behold a chop? Death and damnation!

What a tedious difficulty, I think, to
bring them to that prospect.

Damn them then, if ever mortal eyes do
see them bolster more than their own.

What then?

How then?

What shall I say? Where's satisfaction?

It is impossible you should see this.

Well they're as prime as goats, as hard
as thunders, as soft as wolves in pride.

And fools as gross as ignorance made
drunk.

Yet I say, if imputation and strong
circumstance which lead

directly to the door of truth will give
you satisfaction, you might have it.

You give me a living reason.

She's disloyal.

I do not like the office.

But since I have entered into this cause
so far, pricked to it by foolish honesty

and love, I will go on.

I lay with Cassio lately.

I've been in trouble with the raging
tooth. I could not sleep.

there are a kind of men so loose of
souls that in their sleeps will mutter

their affairs one of this kind is Cassio
in sleep I heard

him say sweet Desdemona let us be weary
let us hide our loves and then sir he

would gripe and wring my hand cried oh
sweet creature and kiss me hard as if he

plucked up kisses by the roots that grew
upon my lips and then he laid his leg

over my thigh

and sighed and kissed and cried curse at
faith that gave thee to

them all oh monsters monsters nay it was
but these dreams nay but this denoted a

foregone conclusion it is a shrewd doubt
like being a dream and this may help to

thicken other proofs it demonstrates a
thing I tear her out of my sight we see

nothing done yet she may be honest yet

tell me about this.

have you not sometimes seen a
handkerchief spotted with strawberries

in your wife's hand?

I gave her such a one. it was my first
gift.

such a handkerchief.

I am sure it was your wife's.

Did I today see Cassio wipe his beard
with?

If it be that... If it be that or any
that was hers, it speaks against her

with the other proofs.

Oh, that the slave had 40,000 lives.

One is too poor, too weak for my
revenge.

Now, look here, Iago.

All my fond love thus do I blow to
heaven. Tis gone.

Arise, black vengeance, from the hollow
hell!

Yield up, O love, thy crown and hearted
throne that Terranus hight!

Swell, bosom of thy throat!

For tears of ash mixed down. Blood,
blood, blood.

Patience of mind, perhaps may change.
Never you go like to the Pontic Sea,

whose icy current and compulsive course
ne'er feels retiring ebb, but keeps due

on to the Pontic and the Hellespont.
Even so, my bloody thoughts, with

violent pace, shall ne'er look back,
ne'er ebb to humble love, to that are

capable and widely avenged.

Swallow them up.

Now, by yon marble heaven and the due
reverence of a sacred vow, I here engage

my words out of my shit.

Witness you ever burning lights above,
you elements that clip us round about.

Witnesseth here Iago that give up the
execution of his wit, hands, heart, to

wronged Othello's service.

let him command and to obey should be me
remorse.

what bloody business ever.

I greet thy love not with vain thanks
but with acceptance bounteous

and will upon the instant put thee to
it.

within these three days let me hear thee
say

that Cassio's not alive.

My friend is dead.

It is done at your request.

But let her live. Dammit!

Load me down!

Dammit!

Dammit!

Come.

Go with me apart.

I will withdraw to furnish me with some
quick means of death for the fair devil.

Now art thou my lieutenant.