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

Where should I lose that handkerchief,
Emilia?

I know not, madam.

Believe me, I'd rather lose my purse
full of Crusaders.

And but my noble moor is true of mind,
and made of no such baseness as jealous

creatures are, t'were enough to put him
to ill thinking.

Is he not jealous?

Who, he?

I think the son where he was born drew
all such humours from him.

Look where he comes.

I will not leave him now till Cassia be
called to him.

How is't with you, my lord?

Well, my good lady.

Oh, hardness to dissemble.

How do you, Desdemona?

Well, my good lord.

Give me thy hand.

This hand is moist, my lady.

It yet hath felt no age, nor known no
sorrow.

This argues fruitfulness and liberal
heart.

Hot, hot and moist.

This hand of yours requires a sequester
from liberty, fasting and prayer, much

castigation, exercised about.

For here's a young and sweating devil
here.

commonly rebels there's a good hand a
frank one you may indeed say so

but was that hand that gave away my
heart a

liberal hand the hearts of old gave
hands

but our new heraldry is hands not hearts

i cannot speak of this

Come now. Your promise.

What promise, Chuck?

I have sent to bid Cassio come speak
with you.

I have the Sultan's sorry room offend
me. Lend me thy handkerchief.

Here, my lord.

That which I gave you.

I have it not about me. Not?

No, my lord.

That's a fault.

That handkerchief did an Egyptian to my
mother give.

She was a charmer, and could almost read
the thoughts of people. She told her,

while she kept it, it would make her
amiable, and subdue my father entirely

to her love. But if she lost it, or made
a gift of it, my

father's eyes should hold her loathly,
and his spirits should hunt after new

fancies.

She, dying, gave it me, and bid me, when
my fate would have me wife, I give it

her.

I did so. And take it and make it a
darling like your precious

eye.

For to lose it or give it away was such
perdition as nothing else could match.

It's possible.

It is true. There's magic in the web of
it. A sibyl that had numbered in the

world the sun to course 200 compasses in
her prophetic fury sowed the work.

The worms were hallowed that did breed
the silk, and it was dyed in mummy,

which the skilful conserved of maiden's
hearts.

Faith is true. Most veritable.

Therefore look to it well.

Then would to God that I had never seen
it. Ha!

Wherefore?

Why do you speak so startlingly and
rash?

Lest lost, lest gone.

Speak, is it, out of the way?

Heaven bless us.

Say?

It is not... lost.

But what if it were? How?

I say it is not lost.

Fetch it, let me see it.

Why, sir, I can, sir.

I will not now.

Hmm?

This is a trick to put me from my suit.

I pray you.

Let Cassio be received again.

Fetch me the handkerchief. My mind
misgives. Come, come. You'll never meet

a more sufficient man. The handkerchief!

I pray you talk me of Cassio. The
handkerchief! A man that all his time

hath founded the good fortunes in your
love, shared dangers with you.

The handkerchief.

If faith you are to blame.

Zones!

is not this man jealous?

I never saw this before.

sure there's some wonder in that
handkerchief.

I'm most unhappy at the loss of it.

it is not a year or two shows us a man.

they are all but stomachs and we all but
food.

they eat us hungrily and when they are
full they belch us.

look you Cassio and my husband.

There is no other way.

She must do it and lo the happiness.

Go and importune her.

How now, good Cassio?

What's the news with you?

Madam, my former suit.

I do beseech you that by your virtuous
means I may again exist and be a member

of his love whom I, with all the office
of my heart, entirely honour. I would

not be delayed.

If my offence be of such mortal kind
that nor my service past nor present

sorrows nor purposed merit and futurity
can ransom me into his love again but to

know so must be my benefit.

So shall I clothe me in a forced content
and shut myself up in some other course

to fortune's arms. Alas thrice gentle
Cassio my advocation is not now in tune.

My lord is not my lord.

Nor would I know him were he in favour
as in humour altered.

So help me every spirit sanctified. I've
spoken for you all my best and stood

within the blank of his displeasure for
my free speech.

You must a while be patient. What I can
do I will.

And more I will than for myself I dare.

Let that suffice you.

What's my lord doing?

Went hence but now and certainly in
strange unquietness.

Can he be angry?

I've seen the cannon when it has blown
his ranks into the air.

And like the devil from his very arm
puffed his own brother.

Is he angry?

Something a moment then.

I will go meet him.

There's matter in it indeed if he be
angry. I pray thee do so.

Something sure of state.

Either from Venice or some unhatched
practice made demonstrable here in

Cyprus to him have puddled his clear
spirits.

And in such cases men's natures wrangle
with inferior things though great ones

are their object.

It is even so, for let our finger ache,
and it endures our other healthful

members even to a sense of pain.

Nay, we must think men are not gods, nor
of them look for such observancy as fits

the bridal.

Beshrew me much, Amelia.

I was unhandsome warrior as I am,
arraigning his unkindness with my soul.

But now I find I have suborned the
witness, and he's indicted falsely.

pray heaven it be state matters as you
think and no conception or no jealous

toy concerning you alas the day I never
gave him cause but jealous souls will

not be answered so they're not ever
jealous for the cause but jealous for

they are jealous it is a monster begot
upon itself born on itself

heaven keep that monster from Othello's
mind lady amen

I will go seek him.

Cassio, walk you hereabout. If I do find
him fit, I'll move your suit and seek to

affect it to my uttermost.

I humbly thank you, ladyship.

Save you from Cassio.

What make you from home?

How is it with your manners, fair
Bianca?

If the faith's with love, I was coming
to your house.

I was going to your lodging, Cassio.

What, keep a week away?

Seven days and nights?

Eight score, eight hours?

Lovers' hours, more tedious than a dial,
eight score times?

Weary reckoning.

Pardon me, Bianca, I have this while
with leaden thoughts being pressed, but

I... shall in a more continuant time
strike off this score of absence.

Sweet Bianca, take me to work hard.

I see, whence came this?

This is some token from a newer friend.

To the felt absence now I feel a cause.

Is it come to this?

Well, well. Don't, too, woman, throw
your vile guesses in the devil's teeth

from whence you have them. You're
jealous now that this is from some

mistress? Some remembrance?

No. By my faith Bianca.

Why uses it? I know not neither. I found
it in my chamber.

I like the work well. Ere it be demanded
as like enough it will I would have it

copied. So take it and do it and leave
me for this time.

Leave you where for? I do attend here on
the general and think it no addition nor

my wish to have him see me woman.

Why I pray you.

Not that I love you not.

Tis below the way I can bring you, for I
attend here.

But I'll see you soon.

That's very good.

She must be sad, I'm sure.

What do you

think,

sir? I think so, Iago.

What, to kiss in private?

An unauthorized kiss.

Or to be naked with her friend abed an
hour or more, not meaning any harm.

Naked abed, Iago, and not mean harm.

It is hypocrisy against the devil.

They that mean virtuously and yet do so,
the devil their virtue tempts, and they

tempt heaven. So they do nothing, tis a
venial slip.

But if I give my wife a handkerchief...
What then?

Why, then, tis hers, my lord, and being
hers, she may, I think, bestow it on any

man. She is protectress of her honour,
too. May she give that.

Well, honour's an essence that is not
seen.

They have it very often, have it not.

But for a handkerchief... Heaven, I
would most gladly have forgot it!

Thou saidst, O, it comes o'er my memory
as doth the raven o'er the infected

house, bogan to all!

He... He had my handkerchief! Aye, what
of that?

That's not so good now.

What if I had said I had seen him, do
you wrong?

Or heard him say, as knaves be such
abroad, who having by their own

importunate suit or voluntary dote, is
of some mistress, convinced or supplied

them? They cannot choose, but they must.
Why, hath he said anything?

He hath, my lord. But be well assured,
no more than he'll unswear. What hath he

said? Faith, that he did.

I know not what he did. What?

What? Lie.

With her.

With her? On her? What you will? Lie
with her. Lie on her.

We say lie on her when they be lie her.

Lie with her.

Zounds.

That's false.

Haggadieff, the peasant.

Haggadieff.

To confess and be hanged for his labor,
first to be hanged and then to confess,

I tremble at it.

Nature would not invest herself in such
shadowing passion without some

instruction. It is not words that shakes
me thus.

Bish, now tis years left.

They are as possible.

I confess.

Now now Cassio.

What's the matter?

My lord has fallen into an epilepsy.

This is his second effect. He had one
yesterday.

Rub him about the temple.

Forbear.

the lethargy must have his quiet course.

if not he foams at mouth and by and by
breaks out to savage madness.

look he stares.

do you withdraw yourself a little while.
he will recover straight.

when he is gone I would on great
occasion speak with you.

how is general?

have you not hurt your head?

must thou mock me?

I mock thee?

no by heaven would you would take your
fortune like a man a horned man's a

monster and a beast there's many a beast
then in a popular city and many a civil

monster did he confess it good

sir be a man think

every bearded fellow that's but yoked
may draw with you there's millions

now alive that nightly lie in those
improper beds which they dare swear

peculiar. your case is better.

it's just a spite of hell.

the fiend's arch mocked a lipper wanton
in a secure couch.

let me know and knowing what I am I know
what she shall be.

nay thou art wise to certain.

Stand you a while apart.

Confine yourself, but in a patient list.

While you were here, oh, well with your
grief.

A passion most unsuiting such a man.

Cassio came hither. I shifted him away
and laid good excuse your ecstasy.

Bade him anon return, and here speak
with me.

Do but encade yourself, and mark the
fleers.

the jibes, the notable scorns that dwell
in every region of his face.

For I will make him tell the tale anew.

Where, how, how oft, how long ago, and
when he hath and is again to cope

your wife.

Marry, I say, but mark his gesture.

Marry, patience, or else I shall say you
are all in all in spleen and nothing of

a man.

Just a no, Iago.

I will be most cunning in my patience,
but dost thou hear?

Most bloody. That's not a miss.

Yet keep time in all.

Will you withdraw?

and Cassio Bianca, a husset that by
selling her desires buys herself bread

and clothes.

It is a creature that dumps on Cassio,
as tis the strumpets played to beguile

many and be beguiled by one.

He, when he hears of her, cannot
restrain from her excess of laughter.

Here he comes!

As he shall smile, Othello shall go mad.

His unbookish jealousy must construe
poor Cassio's smiles, gestures, and like

behaviors quite in the wrong.

What do you now, left hand?

The worse of it, you give me the
addition, whose want even kills me.

Ply, Desdemona, well, and you are sure,
aren't?

Now, if this suit lay in Bianca's dower,
how quickly should you speed?

Last for Katie.

I never know what a love man's serve.

Last for Rhoda. I think, in faith, she
loves me.

Are you here, Cassium?

She gives it up and you should marry
her. You intend it.

I married her.

What? A custom. I'd really bear some
charity to my wit.

Don't think it's so unwholesome.

The cry goes, are you marrying her? If
it's so true.

I'm a very villainous.

This is the monkey's own giving up.
She's persuaded I will marry her out of

her own love and flattery, not out of my
promise.

She's here even now.

She wants me in every place.

I must have the day talking on the sea
bank with certain Venetians. And hither

comes the woman. By this hand she falls
me thus, about my neck.

So hangs and lolls and weeps upon me, so
hails and pulls me.

Oh, well, I must leave her company.

Deform me, Lord. To such another fit you
marry a perfumed one. What do you mean

by this haunting of me? Let the devil
and his tongue haunt you.

What did you mean by that same
handkerchief you gave me for now?

I was a fine fool to take it. I must
take out the whole world.

It's a likely piece of work that you
should find it in your chamber, and now

not have left it there.

This is some mix's token, and I must
take out the work.

There may be your hobby horse.

The master ran in the street. Will you
shut that?

Bye-bye, Intenson.

I may chance see you.

I would very, um, speak with you.

Pretty calm, will you?

Gotcha. Say no more.

How shall I murder him, Iago?

Did you perceive how he laughs at his
wife?

Oh, Iago.

Did you see the handkerchief?

Was that mine?

Yours by this hand.

And to see how he prizes that foolish
woman your wife.

She gave it him and he hath given it his
whore.

I'd have him nine years of killing.

A fine woman, a fair woman, a sweet
woman. You must forget that. I'll let

her rot and perish and be damned
tonight, for she shall not live, no.

My heart is turned to stone. I strike it
and it hurts my hand.

Oh, the world hath not a sweeter
creature.

She might lie by an emperor's side and
command him tasks.

That's not your way.

Hang her, I do but say what she is. So
delicate with her needle, an admirable

musician.

Oh, she will sing the savageness out of
a bear.

Love so high and pledges wit and
invention.

She's the worst for all this. High a
thousand, a thousand times.

And then of so gentle a condition.

Aye, too gentle.

I'm not certain.

And yet.

The pity of it, Iago.

Oh, Iago.

The pity of it, Iago.

If you be so fond over her iniquity,
give a patent to offend.

If it touch not you, it comes here
nobody.

I chop her into masses!

Cut old me!

That's foul in her. With mine officer!

That's foul.

Give me some poison this night, Iago.
I'll not expostulate with the less than

a beauty in body and provide my mind
again this night, Iago.

Do it not with poison.

Strangle her in her bed, even a bed that
she has contaminated.

God, the justice of it pleases me. Good,
very good.

Ocasio, let me be his undertaker.

You shall hear more by midnight.

Excellent, good.

Now, what trumpet is the same?

A warrant.

Something from Venice.

This comes from the Duke.

Your wife is with him.

God save thee worthy general.

Lord my heart sir.

The Duke and senators of Venice greet
you.

I kiss the instrument of their
pleasures.

What's the news?

Good cousin Lodovico.

Very glad to see you senior.

Welcome to Cyprus.

I thank you.

How does Lieutenant Cassio?

Lives.

His cousin has fallen between him and my
lord a most unkind breach.

But you shall make all well.

Are you sure of that?

My lord.

This fail you not to do as you will. He
did not call. He's busy in the paper.

Is there a division between thy lord and
Cassio? A most unhappy one.

I would do much to atone them for the
love I bear to Cassio. My lord.

Are you wise?

What is he angry?

Maybe the letter moved him. As I think
they do command him home.

Deputing Cassio in his government.

By my... Truth, I'm glad on it. Indeed.

My lord.

I'm glad to see you mad.

Why, sweet as well.

My lord, this would not be believed in
Venice,

though I should swear I saw it.

It is very much.

Make her amend.

She weeps. Oh, devil!

Devil!

If that the earth could team with
women's chairs, each drop she falls

would prove a crocodile out of my sight.

Truly an obedient lady.

I do beseech your lordship, call her
back.

Mistress!

My lord.

What would you with her, sir?

Do I, my lord? Aye, you did wish that I
should make her turn.

Sir, she can turn and turn and yet go on
and turn again.

As you weep, sir, weep.

and she's obedient as you say obedient
very obedient proceed you in your tears

concerning this sir oh

well painted passion i am commanded home
get you

away i'll send for you anon sir

i obey the mandate and will return to
Venice.

Hansavant!

Cassio shall have my place. Ha!

Sir!

Tonight... I do entreat that we may sup
together.

You are welcome sir to Cyprus.

Coats and monkeys.

Is this the noble moor whom our full
Senate call all in all sufficient?

Is this the nature whom passion could
not shake?

Whose solid virtue the shot of accident
nor dart of chance could neither graze

nor pierce? He is much changed.

Are his wits safe?

Is he not light of brain?

Is that he is?

I dare not breathe my sense of what he
might be.

If what he might be he is not, would to
have any worth. Strike his wife.

That would not so well.

But would I knew that stroke would prove
the worst.

Is it his use?

Or did the letters work upon his bladder
and you create this fault?

Alas, alas, it is not honesty in me to
speak what I have seen and known.

But you shall observe him.

And his own courses will denote him so
that I may save my speech. Will you go

after and mark how he continues?

I'm sorry that I am deceived in him.

So you have seen nothing then?

Nor ever heard, nor ever did suspect.

Yes, you have seen Cassio and she
together.

But then I saw no harm.

And then I heard each syllable that
breath made up between them.

What, did they never whisper?

Never, my lord.

Nor send you out of the way? Never. To
fetch her fan, her gloves, her mask, nor

nothing? Never, my lord.

That's strange.

I durst, my lord, to wager she is
honest. Lay down my soul at stake.

If you think other, remove your thought.
It doth abuse your bosom.

If any wretch hath put this in your
head, let heaven requite it with a

serpent's curse. For if she be not
honest, chaste, and true, there's no man

happy.

The purest of their wives is foul as
slander.

Bid her come hither.

Go.

She says enough, yet she's a simple bawd
that cannot say as much.

This is a subtle whore, a closet lock
and key of villainous secrets,

and yet she'll kneel and pray I have
seen her do it.

I pray you, child, come hither.

What is your pleasure?

Let me see your eyes.

Look at my face!

What horrible fancy is this?

Some of your function, mistress.

Leave procreants alone and shut the
door.

Cough or cry, if anybody come.

A mystery, your mystery, nay dispatch.

Upon my knees.

What doth your speech import?

I understand a fury in your words, but
not the words.

Why, what art thou?

Your wife, my lord, your true and loyal
wife.

Come, swear it.

Damn thyself, lest, like being one of
heaven, the devils themselves should

fear to seize thee. Therefore be double
damned.

Swear thou art honest.

Heaven doth truly know it.

Heaven truly knows that thou art false
as hell. To whom, my lord, with whom?

How am I false?

Destinful.

Am I the motive of these tears, my lord?

If happily you, my father, do suspect an
instrument of this your calling back,

lay not your blame on me.

If you have lost him, why, I have lost
him too.

Had it pleased heaven to try me with
affliction, had there rained all kind of

sores and shames on my bare head,
steeped me in poverty to the very lips,

Given to captivity, me and my utmost
hopes I should have found in some place

of my soul a drop of patience.

But alas, to make me the fixed figure
for the time of

scorn, to point his slow, unmoving
finger, and yet could I bear that too.

Well, very well.

But there...

have garnered up my heart where either I
must live or bear no life, the fountain

from which my current runs or else dries
up, to be discarded

thence, or keep it as a cistern for foul
toads to knot and gender in.

I... Turn thy complexion there.

Patience, thou young and rose-lipped
cherub, in thy there look grim as hell.

I hope my noble lord esteems me honest.

Ay, as summer flies are in the shambles,
they're quick and even with blowing.

O thou weed, who art so lovely, fresh,
and smell'st so sweet, that

the sense aches at thee, which thou had
never been born not.

what ignorant sin have I committed?

alas was this fair paper this most
goodly book made to write whore upon

what committed committed o thou public
commoner

I should make very forges of my cheeks
that would to cinders burn up modestly

did I but speak thy deeds. What
committed?

Heaven stops the nose at it and the moon
winks. The bawdy wind that kisses all it

meets is hushed within the hollow mine
of earth and will not hear it. What

committed?

Impudent strumpet.

By heaven, you do me wrong.

Are you not a strumpet?

No, as I'm a Christian.

If to preserve this vessel for my lord
from any other foul, unlawful touch, be

not to be a strumpet, why, I am none.

What, not a whore?

No, as I shall be saying. It's possible.

Heaven forgive us. I cry you mercy,
then.

I took you for that cunning whore of
Venice that married with Othello.

You, mistress?

That have the office opposite St. Peter
and keeps the gates of hell. You!

You! Aye, you!

We have done our course. There's money
for your pains.

I pray you, turn the key and keep our
counsel.

Alas, what does this gentleman conceive?

How do you, madam?

How do you, my good lady?

Faith half asleep.

Good madam, what's the matter with my
lord? With whom?

Why, with my lord, sweet lady.

Who is thy lord?

He that is yours, sweet lady. I have
none.

Do not talk to me, Amelia.

I cannot weep.

Nor answers have I none.

But such as go by water.

I pray thee tonight, lay on my bed my
wedding sheets.

Remember.

He has a change indeed.

It is meet I should be you, sir.

Very meet.

How have I been behaved that he should
stick the smallest opinion on my

greatest abuse?

What is your placing, madam?

How is for you?

I cannot tell.

Those that do teach young babes do it
with gentle means and easy

tasks.

He might have chid me so, for in good
faith I am a child to chiding.

What is the matter, lady?

Alas, yea, how could my lord have so
behawd her?

Thrown such despite and heavy terms upon
her as true hearts cannot bear it.

Am I that name, Iago?

What name, fair lady?

Such as she said my lord did say I was.
He called her whore.

A beggar in his drink would not have
laid such terms upon his gallant.

Why did he so?

I do not know.

I am sure I do not know. Do not weep. Do
not weep. Has she forsook so many noble

matches, her father and her country and
her friends to be called whore?

Would it not make one weep? It is my
wretched fortune.

Betrue him for it. How comes this joke
upon me? They haven't that now.

I will be hanged if some eternal
villain, some busy and insinuating

rogue, some cogging cousin slave, to get
some office hath not devised this

slander, I'll be hanged else.

There is no such man.

It is impossible.

If ever such there be, heaven pardon
him.

Halter, pardon him, and hell know his
bones.

Why should he call her whore?

The whore keeps her company.

What time, what place, what form, what
likelihood?

The moor's abused by some outrageous
knave, some base notorious knave, some

scurvy fellow.

Oh, Helen.

Such companions thou'lt unfold and put
in every honest hand a whip to lash the

rascals naked through the world, even to
the east or the west. Speak them

indoors.

Oh, fire upon them.

Some such squire he was that turned your
whip the seamy side without and made you

to suspect me with the more.

You are a fool. Go to. Oh, God, yes.

How shall I win my lord again?

Good friend, go to him, for by this
light of heaven I know not how I lost

him.

Here I do kneel.

If ere my will did trespass against his
love, either in discourse of thought or

actual deed, or that mine eyes, mine
ears, or any sense delighted them in any

other form, or that I do not yet, and
ever did, and ever will, though he do

shake me off to beggarly divorcement,
love him dearly, comfort forswear me.

Unkindness may do much, and his
unkindness may defeat my life, but never

taint my love.

I cannot say Paul.

He doth abhor me now I speak the word.

To do the act that might the editioneer
doth not the world's last vanity could

make me.

I pray you.

Be content.

Tis but his humour.

The business of the state does him
offence and he doth chide with you. Tis

but so I warrant.

How these instruments summon you to
supper.

The messengers of Venice, they the meat.

Go in.

Weep not.

All things will be well.

I do not find that thou deals justly
with me. What in the contrary?

Every day thou dafts me with some
device, Iago, and rather, as it seems to

me now, keeps from me all conveniency
than supplies me with the least

advantage of hope. I will indeed no
longer endure it, nor am I yet persuaded

to put up in peace what already I have
foolishly suffered.

Will you hear me, Rodrigo? Faith I've
heard too much, for your words and

performances are no kin together.

You charge me most unjustly. With naught
but truth.

I have wasted myself out of my means.

The jewels you've had for me to deliver
to Desdemona would half have corrupted a

votarist.

You've told me she hath received them
and returned me expectations and

comforts of sudden respect and
acquaintance but I find none.

Well go to very well. Very well go to? I
cannot go to man.

Not is not very well.

By this hand I say it is very scurvy and
begin to find myself fopped in it. Very

well. I say it is not very well.

I'll make myself known to Desdemona.

If she'll return me my jewels, I'll give
over my suit and repent my unlawful

solicitation.

If not, assure yourself I will seek
satisfaction of you.

You have said now. Aye, and said nothing
but what I protest in ten men of doing.

Why?

Now I see there's metal in thee.

even from this instant to build a better
opinion of thee than ever before.

give me thy hand Rodrigo.

thou has taken against me a most just
exception but yet I protest I have dealt

most directly in my affair.

it hath not appeared.

I grant indeed it has not appeared.

your suspicion is not without wit and
judgment but Rodrigo if thou has that in

thee indeed

which I have greater reason to suspect
now than ever.

why? I mean purpose.

courage. valour.

this night show it.

if thou the next night following in joy
noc desdemona take me from this world

with treachery.

devise engines for my life.

well what is it?

is it within reason and compass?

so.

There is a special commission come from
Venice to depute Cassio in Othello's

place. Is that true?

Why then Othello and Desdemona return
again to Venice?

No. He goes into Mauritania and take it
away with him the fair Desdemona unless

his abode be lingered here by some
accident.

But none can be so determinate as the
removing of Cassio.

How do you mean the removing of him?

Why, by making him incapable of
Othello's place.

Knocking out his brains.

And that you would have me do?

Aye.

And if you dare, do yourself a profit
and a right.

He sups tonight with a harlotry, and
thither will I go to him.

He knows not yet of his honourable
fortune.

If you will watch him going thence,
which I will fashion to fall out betwixt

twelve and one, you may take him at your
pleasure.

I'll be nearby to second thy attempt,
and he shall fall between us.

Come, stay not amazed at him, but go
along with me.

I will show you such a necessity in his
death that you will think yourself bound

to put it on him.

It is now high supper time. The night
grows to waste about it.

I will hear further reason for this.

and you shall be satisfied.