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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.