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Tush, never tell me! I take it much unkindly that thou, Iago...

...who hast had my purse as if the strings were thine, shouldst know of this

′Sblood, but you will not hear me! If ever I did dream of such a matter, abhor me

- Thou told′st me thou didst hold him in thy hate - Despise me, if I do not. Sit down

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

For your sake, jewel, I am glad at soul I have no other child

But he, as loving his own pride and purposes...

...evades them with a bombast circumstance horribly stuffed with epithets of war

And in conclusion, nonsuits my mediators. For ‵Certes′, says he, ‵I have already chose my officer′

And what was he? Forsooth, a great arithmetician

One Michael Cassio, a 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

Mere prattle without practice is all his soldiership. But he, sir, had the election

And I, of whom his eyes had seen the proof at Rhodes, at Cyprus and on others′ grounds, Christened and heathen...

...must be leed and calmed by debitor and creditor

This counter-caster, he in good time must his lieutenant be, and I, God bless the mark, his Moorship′s ensign

- By heaven, I rather would have been his hangman - Why, there′s no remedy, ′tis the curse of service

Preferment goes by letter and affection, and not by old gradation, where each second stood heir to the first

Now, sir, be judge yourself whether I in any just term am affined to love this Moor

- I would not follow him then - O, sir, content you

I follow him to serve my turn upon him

We cannot all be masters, nor all masters cannot be truly followed

For, sir, it is as sure as you are Rodorigo, were I this Moor, I would not be Iago

...my downright violence and storm of fortunes may trumpet to the world

Heaven is my judge, not I for love and duty, but seeming so, for my peculiar end

For when my outward action doth demonstrate the native act and figure of my heart in compliment extern...

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...

What a full fortune does the thick-lips owe if he can carry it thus

Call up her father, rouse him, make after him, proclaim him in the streets

Poison his delight, incense her kinsmen

Look to her, Moor, if thou hast eyes to see. She has deceived her father, and may thee

Though that his joy be joy, yet throw such chances of vexation on it as it may lose some colour

- Here is her father′s house, I′ll call aloud - Do

What, ho, Brabantio! Signior Brabantio, ho!

What, ho! Brabantio, thieves, thieves!

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

- Iago? - What say′st thou, noble heart?

- Signior, is all your family within? - Are your doors locked?

- Why, wherefore ask you this? - Zounds, sir, you′re robbed

- I will incontinently drown myself - If thou dost, I shall never love thee after

Even now, now, very now, an old black ram is tupping your white ewe

Arise, arise, awake the snorting citizens with the bell, or else the devil will make a grandsire of you

- Arise, I say - What, have you lost your wits?

Most reverend signior, do you know my voice?

Ere I would say I would drown myself for the love of a guinea-hen, I would change my humanity with a baboon

The worser welcome. I have charged thee not to haunt about my doors

In honest plainness thou hast heard me say my daughter is not for thee. And now in madness...

Virtue? A fig! ′Tis in ourselves that we are thus or thus

Virtue? A fig! ′Tis in ourselves that we are thus or thus

My spirits and my place have in them power to make this bitter to thee

- Patience, good sir - What tell′st thou me of robbing?

If the beam of our lives had not one scale of reason to poise another of sensuality...

If the beam of our lives had not one scale of reason to poise another of sensuality...

Zounds Sir, you are one of those that will not serve God if the devil bid you

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

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

You′ll have your nephews neigh to you, you′ll have coursers for cousins and jennets for germans

- What profane wretch art thou? - I am one, sir, that comes to tell you...

...your daughter and the Moor are making the beast with two backs

Come, be a man. Drown thyself? Drown cats and blind puppies

- This thou shalt answer. I know thee, Rodorigo - Sir, I will answer anything

I have professed me thy friend and I confess me knit to thy deserving with cables of perdurable toughness

...that your fair daughter, at this odd-even and dull w atch 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...

It cannot be long that Desdemona should continue her love to this Moor. Put money in thy purse

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

Put but money in thy purse. These Moors are changeable in their wills. Fill thy purse with money

Tying her duty, beauty, wit and fortunes in an extravagant and wheeling stranger of here and everywhere

She must change for youth. When she is sated with his body, she will find the errors of her choice

...let loose on me the justice of the state for thus deluding you

Strike on the tinder, ho! Call up all my people! Light, I say, light!

Farewell

l vow betwixt an erring barbarian and supersubtle Venetian... Make all the money thou canst. If sanctimony and a frai

That you shall surely find him, lead to the Sagittary the raised search, and there will I be with him. So farewell

It is too true an evil, gone she is. With the Moor, sayest thou?

A pox on drowning thyself! It is clean out of the way

O heaven! How got she out? O treason of the blood

Fathers, from hence trust not your daughters′ minds by what you see them act

Is there not charms by which the property of youth and maidhood may be abused?

I hate the Moor. My cause is hearted, thine hath no less reason

O, would you had had her. Do you know where we may apprehend her and the Moor?

I think I can discover him, if you please to get good guard and go along with me

Pray you lead on. At every house I′ll call, I may command at most

If thou canst cuckold him, thou dost thyself a pleasure, me a sport

Nay, but he prated and spoke such scurvy and provoking terms against your honour. Sir!

Though in the trade of war I have slain men, yet do I h old it very stuff of the conscience to do no contrived murder

I lack iniquity sometime to do me service. Nine or ten times I had thought...

- ... to have yerked him here under the ribs - ′Tis better as it is

...if I would time expend with such a snipe but for my sport and profit

Be assured of this, that the magnifico is much beloved...

...and hath in his effect a voice potential as double as the Duke′s

I know not if it be true. But I, for mere suspicion in that kind, will do as if for surety

...with all his might to enforce it on, will give him cable

Let him do his spite. My services which I have done the Signiory, shall out-tongue his complaints

′Tis yet to know, which, when I know that boasting is an honour, I shall provulgate...

...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 know, Iago, but that I love the gentle Desdemona

I would not my unhoused free condition put into circumscription and confine for the sea′s worth

- But look, what lights come yond? - Those are the raised father and his friends

This Moor is of a free and open nature, that thinks men honest that but seem to be so...

My parts, my title and my perfect soul shall manifest me rightly

- Is it they? - By Janus, I think not

The servant of the Duke and my lieutenant. The goodness of the night upon you, friends

I have it. It is engendered. Hell and night must bring this monstrous birth to the world′s light

And she 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, when, being not at your lodging to be found...

...the senate hath sent out 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

Ensign, what makes he here?

Faith, he tonight hath boarded a land caract. If it prove lawful prize, he′s made for ever

- I do not understand - He′s married

The desperate tempest hath so banged the Turks that their designment halts

- How, is this true? - Our ship is here put in, a Veronesa

Here comes another troop to seek for you

Michael Cassio, lieutenant to the warlike Moor Othello, is come on shore

- Holla, stand there - Signior, it is the Moor

- Down with him, thief - You, Rodorigo? Come, sir, I am for you

...yet he looks sadly and prays the Moor be safe, for we were parted with foul and violent tempest

Pray heavens he be, for I have served him, and the man commands like a full soldier

O 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 curled darlings of our nation, would ever have, to incur a general mock...

...run from her guardage to the sooty bosom of such a thing as thou. To fear, not to delight

Judge me the world, if ′tis not gross in sense that thou hast practised on her with foul charms

Abused her delicate youth with drugs or minerals that weakens motion

I′ll have it disputed on. ′Tis probable, and palpable to thinking

He is not yet arrived. Nor know I aught but that he′s well and will be shortly here

- O, but I fear. How lost you company? - The great contention of sea and skies parted our fellowship

Lay hold upon him. If he do resist, subdue him at his peril

Hold your hands, both you of my inclining and the rest

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

See for the news. Good Ensign, you are welcome. Welcome, mistress

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 officers are here about my side...

...upon some present business of the state to bring me to her?

′Tis true, most worthy signior. The Duke′s in council, and your noble self, I am sure, is sent for

How, the Duke in council? In this time of the night?

Bring him away. Mine′s not an idle cause

The Duke herself, or any of my brothers of the state, cannot but feel this wrong as ′twere their own

For if such actions shall have passage free, bondslaves and pagans shall our statesmen be

- O, fie upon thee, slanderer - Nay, it is true, or else I am a Turk

Indeed, they are disproportioned. My letters say a hundred and seven galleys

- And mine a hundred forty - And mine two hundred

Yet do they all confirm a Turkish fleet, and bearing up to Cyprus

Now? What′s the business?

The Turkish preparation makes for Rhodes. So was I bid report here to the state by Signior Angelo

How say you by this change?

This cannot be, by no assay of reason. ′Tis a pageant to keep us in false gaze

- Here is more news - The Ottomites, reverend and gracious...

...steering with due course toward the isle of Rhodes, have there injointed them with an after fleet

- Ay, so I thought. How many, as you guess? - Of thirty sail

And now they do re-stem their backward course, bearing with frank appearance their purposes toward Cyprus

Signior Montano, your trusty and most valiant servitor, with his free duty recommends you thus...

- ...and prays you to believe him - ′Tis certain then for Cyprus

Marcus Luccicos, is not he in town?

′Tis so, indeed. Yet again your fingers to your lips? Would they were clyster-pipes for your sake

- Here comes my brother - And the valiant Moor

Valiant Othello, we must straight employ you against the general enemy Ottoman

I did not see you. Welcome, gentle signior, we lacked your counsel and your help tonight

So did I yours. Good your grace, pardon me

Neither my place, nor aught I heard of business, hath raised me from my bed

O my soul′s joy! If after every tempest come such calms, may the winds blow till they have wakened death

...is of so flood-gate and o′erbearing nature that it engluts and swallows other sorrows and it is still itself

- Why, what′s the matter? - My daughter! O, my daughter!

If it were now to die, ′twere now to be most happy. For I fear my soul hath her content so absolute...

She is abused, stolen from me and corrupted by spells and medicines bought of mountebanks

For nature so preposterously to err, being not deficient, blind, or lame of sense, sans witchcraft could not

Whoe′er he be that in this foul proceeding hath 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...

- ...hath hither brought - We are very sorry for it

O, you are well tuned now. But I′ll set down the pegs that make this music, as honest as I am

Most potent, grave and reverend signiors, my very noble and approved good masters

That I have taken 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

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

This is the celebration of his nuptial. Heaven bless the isle of Cyprus and our noble general Othello!

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 judgement 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

But, Othello, speak. Did you by indirect and forced courses subdue and poison this young maid′s affections?

Or came it by request and such fair question as soul to soul affordeth?

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...

- Yes, that I did, but that was but courtesy - Lechery, by this hand

- Fetch Desdemona hither - Ensign, go bring her. You best know the place

And till she come, as truly as to heaven I do confess the vices of my blood...

...so justly to your grave ears I′ll present how I did thrive in this fair lady′s love, and she in mine

...hard at hand comes the master and main exercise, the incorporate conclusion

Her father loved me, oft invited me, still questioned me the story of my life from year to year...

enice. Watch you tonight. For the command, I′ll lay it upon you But, sir, be you ruled by me. I have brought you from V

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

Wherein I spake of most disastrous chances, of moving accidents by flood and field

Of hair-breadth scapes in the imminent deadly breach, of being taken by the insolent foe and sold to slavery

Of my redemption thence, and portance in my traveller′s history, wherein of antres vast and deserts idle...

...rough quarries, rocks, hills whose head touch heaven, it was my hint to speak. Such was my process

hagi, and men whose heads do grow beneath their shoulders And of the cannibals that each other eat, the Anthropop

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

Which ever 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

Now, I do love her too. Not out of absolute lust, though peradventure I stand accountant for as great a sin...

Now, I do love her too. Not out of absolute lust, though peradventure I stand accountant for as great a sin...

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

She swore, in faith ′twas strange, ′twas passing strange, ′twas pitiful, ′twas 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

Which thing to do, if this poor trash of Venice, whom I leash for his quick hunting, stand the putting on...

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

Make this Moor thank me, love me, and reward me for making him egregiously an ass...

I pray you hear her speak. If she confess that she was half the wooer...

...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 the lord of 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

God be with you, I have done. Please it your grace, on to the state affairs

I had 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 am glad at soul I have no other child

For thy escape would teach me tyranny, to hang clogs on them

- I have done, my lord - Let me speak like yourself...

- Iago, we must to the watch - Not this hour, Lieutenant, ′tis not yet ten of the clock

To mourn a mischief that is past and gone is the next way to draw new mischief on

The robbed that smiles steals something from the thief. He robs himself that spends a bootless grief

So let the Turk of Cyprus us beguile. We lose it not so long as we can smile

These sentences, to sugar or to gall, on both sides are equivocal

But words are words. I never yet did hear that the bruised heart was pierced through the ear

I have drunk but one cup tonight, and behold what innovation it makes here

The Turk with a most mighty preparation makes for Cypru s. Othello, the fortitude of the place is best known to you

And though we have there a substitute of most allowed sufficiency, yet opinion...

...a more sovereign mistress of effects, throws a more safer voice on you. You must be content therefore...

...to slubber the gloss of your new fortunes with this more stubborn and boisterous expedition

If I can fasten but one cup upon him, with that which he hath drunk tonight already...

Most humbly, therefore, bending to your state, I crave fit disposition for my wife...

...due reference of place and exhibition, with such accommodation and besort as levels with her breeding

- ′Fore God, they have given me a rouse already - Good faith, a little one. Not past a pint, as I am a soldier

- Nor I - 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

I am for it, Lieutenant, and I′ll do you justice

- What would you? Speak - That I did love the Moor to live with him...

...my downright violence and storm of fortunes may trumpet to the world

My heart′s 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 rites 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, but to be free and bounteous to her mind

Be it as you shall privately determine, either for her stay, or going

The affair cries haste, and speed must answer it. You must hence tonight

- Tonight? - This night

- With all my heart - At nine in the morning, here we′ll meet again

Goodnight to everyone. And, noble signior...

...if virtue no delighted 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 prithee let thy wife attend on her, and bring them after in the best advantage

I saw Othello′s visage in his mind...

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 heart?

- What will I do, think′st thou? - Why, go to bed and sleep

- I will incontinently drown myself - If thou dost, I shall never love thee after

- Why, thou silly gentleman? - It is silliness to live, when to live is torment

And then have we a prescription to die, when death is our physician

O villainous! Since I have looked upon the world and could distinguish betwixt a benefit and an injury...

...I never found man that knew how to love himself

Ere I would say I would drown myself for the love of a guinea-hen, I would change my humanity with a baboon

What should I do? I confess it is my shame to be so fond, but it is not in my virtue to amend it

Virtue? A fig! ′Tis in ourselves that we are thus or thus

If the beam 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 cool our raging motions, our carnal stings, our unbitted lusts

Whereof I take this that you call love to be a sect or scion

- 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 and blind puppies

I have professed me thy friend and I confess me knit to thy deserving with cables of perdurable toughness

I could never better stead thee than now. Put money in thy purse, follow thou the wars

Defeat thy favour with an usurped beard. I say, put money in thy purse

It cannot be long that Desdemona should continue her love to this Moor. Put money in thy 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 to him now is as luscious as locusts shall be to him shortly as bitter as coloquintida

She must change for youth. When she is sated with his body, she will find the errors 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 frai l vow betwixt an erring barbarian and supersubtle Venetian...

...be not too hard for my wits and all the tribe of hell, thou shalt enjoy her. Therefore make money

A pox on drowning thyself! It is clean out of the way

Let′s have no more of this, let′s to our affairs. Forgive us our sins

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

Thou art sure of me. Go, make money. I have told thee often, and I re-tell thee again and again

I hate the Moor. My cause is hearted, thine hath no less reason

Let us be conjunctive in our revenge against him

If thou canst cuckold him, thou dost thyself a pleasure, me a sport

There are many things in the womb of time which will be delivered

Traverse, go, provide thy money. We will have more of this tomorrow

- Where shall we meet in the morning? - At my lodging

- I′ll be with thee betimes - Go to, farewell

- Do you hear, Rodorigo? - I′ll sell all my land

You see this fellow that is gone before? He′s a soldier, fit to stand by Caesar and give direction

For I mine own gained knowledge should profane...

...if I would time expend with such a snipe but for my sport and profit

I hate the Moor

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

I know not if it be true. But I, for mere suspicion in 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 double knavery. How?

How? Let me see

After some time, to abuse Othello's ear that Cassio is too familiar with his wife

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

This Moor is of a free and open nature, that thinks men honest that but seem to be so...

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

I have it. 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

What is the matter here? Hold, for your lives!

Methinks the wind hath spoke aloud at land. A fuller blast ne′er shook our battlements

If it hath ruffianed so upon the sea, what ribs of oak, when mountains melt on them, can hold the mortise?

- What shall we hear of this? - A segregation of the Turkish fleet

I never did like molestation view on the enchafed flood

If that the Turkish fleet be not ensheltered and embayed, they are drowned. It is impossible to bear it out

News, lads! Our wars are done

The desperate tempest hath so banged the Turks that their designment halts

- How, is this true? - Our ship is here put in, a Veronesa

Michael Cassio, lieutenant to the warlike Moor Othello, is come on shore

The Moor himself at sea, and is in full commission here for Cyprus

I am glad on′t, ′tis a worthy governor

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

...yet he looks sadly and prays the Moor be safe, for we were parted with foul and violent tempest

Pray heavens he be, for I have served him, and the man commands like a full soldier

...that you unlace your reputation thus and spend your rich opinion for the name of a night-brawler?

Thanks, you the valiant of the warlike isle, that so approve the Moor

O, let the heavens give him defence against the elements, for I have lost him on a dangerous sea

- A sail, a sail, a sail! - How now, who has put in?

- ′Tis one Iago, Ensign to the General - He′s had most favourable and happy speed

Great Jove, Othello guard, and swell his sail with thine own powerful breath...

...that he may bless this bay with his tall ship, make love′s quick pants in Desdemona′s arms

- What is she? - Our great Captain′s captain...

...to manage private and domestic quarrel in night, and on the court and guard of safety, ′tis monstrous

O, behold, the riches of the ship is come on shore. You men of Cyprus, let her have your knees

I thank you, valiant Cassio. What tidings can you tell of my lord?

He is not yet arrived. Nor know I aught but that he′s well and will be shortly here

- O, but I fear. How lost you company? - The great contention of sea and skies parted our fellowship

A sail, a sail! But, hark, a sail!

They give their greeting to the citadel. This likewise is a friend

See for the news. Good Ensign, you are welcome. Welcome, mistress

Let it not gall your patience, good Iago, that thus I extend my manners

- ′Tis my breeding that gives me this bold show of courtesy - Sir, would she give you so much of her lips...

...as of her tongue she oft bestows on me, you would have enough

He, swift of foot, outran my purpose and I returned the rather for that I heard Cassio high in oath...

I hear it still, when I have leave to sleep. Marry, before your ladyship...

...which till tonight I ne′er might say before. When I came back, for this was brief...

- You have little cause to say so - Come on, come on

You are pictures out of doors, bells in your parlours, wild-cats in your kitchens...

Saints in your injuries, devils being offended, players in your housewifery, and housewives in your beds

- O, fie upon thee, slanderer - Nay, it is true, or else I am a Turk

...yet surely Cassio, I believe, received from him that fled some strange indignity which patience could not pass

- No, let me not - 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. You may relish him more in the soldier than in the scholar

Come, Desdemona. ′Tis the soldiers′ life to have their balmy slumbers waked with strife

With as little a web as this will I ensnare as great a fly as Cassio

Ay, smile upon her, do. I will gyve thee in thine own courtship

You say true, ′tis so, indeed. If such tricks as these strip you out of your lieutenantry...

...it had been better you had not kissed your three fin gers so oft, which now again you are most apt to play thesir in

Very good. Well kissed, and excellent courtesy

′Tis so, indeed. Yet again your fingers to your lips? Would they were clyster-pipes for your sake

O, I have lost my reputation. I have lost the immortal part of myself, and what remains is bestial

O, I have lost my reputation. I have lost the immortal part of myself, and what remains is bestial

...I had thought you had received some bodily wound. There is more sense in that than in reputation

It gives me wonder great as my content to see you here before me

O my soul′s joy! If after every tempest come such calms, may the winds blow till they have wakened death

And let the labouring bark climb hills of seas Olympus-high and duck again as low as hell′s from heaven

If it were now to die, ′twere 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 comforts should increase, even as our days do grow

...than to deceive so good a commander with so slight, so drunken and so indiscreet an officer

I cannot speak enough of this content. It stops me here, it is too much of joy

Drunk! And speak parrot! And squabble! Swagger! Swear! And discourse fustian with one′s own shadow!

O, thou invisible spirit of wine, if thou hast no name to be known by, let us call thee devil

O, you are well tuned now. But I′ll set down the pegs that make this music, as honest as I am

News, friends. Our wars are done. The Turks are drowned

How does my old acquaintance of this isle?

Honey, you shall be well desired in Cyprus, I have found great love amongst them

Come, Desdemona. Once more, well met at Cyprus

It is Othello′s pleasure, our noble and valiant general, that every man put himself into triumph

Some to dance, some to make bonfires, each man to what sport and revels his addiction leads him

This is the celebration of his nuptial. Heaven bless the isle of Cyprus and our noble general Othello!

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

The lieutenant tonight watches on the court of guard

First, I must tell thee this: Desdemona is directly in love with him

With him? I cannot believe that in her, she′s full of most blessed condition

O, strange. Every inordinate cup is unblessed and the ingredient is a devil

O, strange. Every inordinate cup is unblessed and the ingredient is a devil

Blessed pudding! Didst thou not see her paddle with the palm of his hand? Didst not mark that?

- Yes, that I did, but that was but courtesy - Lechery, by this hand

An index and obscure prologue to a history of lust and foul thoughts

They met so near with their lips that their breaths embraced together

Our General′s wife is now the general. I may say so in this respect for that he hath devoted...

...hard at hand comes the master and main exercise, the incorporate conclusion

enice. Watch you tonight. For the command, I′ll lay it upon you But, sir, be you ruled by me. I have brought you from V

Cassio knows you not. Do you find some occasion to anger Cassio

- Well... - Sir, he′s rash and very sudden in choler

And haply may strike at you, provoke him that he may. For even out of that will I cause these of Cyprus to mutiny...

...whose qualification shall come into no true taste again but by the displanting of Cassio

And the impediment most profitably removed, so shall you have a shorter journey to your desires

- I will do this, if I can bring it to any opportunity - Meet me by and by at the citadel

- Goodnight, Lieutenant, I must to the watch - Goodnight, honest Iago

That Cassio loves her, I do well believe it. That she loves him, ′tis apt and of great credit

The Moor, howbeit that I endure him not, is of a constant, loving, noble nature

And, I dare think, he′ll prove to Desdemona a most dear husband

Now, I do love her too. Not out of absolute lust, though peradventure I stand accountant for as great a sin...

But partly led to diet my revenge, for that I do suspect the lusty Moor hath leaped into my seat

The thought whereof doth, like a poisonous mineral, gnaw my inwards

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

Or failing so, yet that I put this Moor at least into a jealousy so strong that judgement cannot cure

Which thing to do, if this poor trash of Venice, whom I leash for his quick hunting, stand the putting on...

...I′ll have our Michael Cassio on the hip, abuse him to the Moor in the rank garb

What? What?

Make this Moor thank me, love me, and reward me for making him egregiously an ass...

And what′s he then that says I play the villain, when this advice is free I give?

′Tis here, but yet confused. Knavery′s plain face is never seen till used

For whiles this honest fool plies Desdemona to repair his fortunes, and she for him pleads strongly to the Moor...

For whiles this honest fool plies Desdemona to repair his fortunes, and she for him pleads strongly to the Moor...

Iago hath direction what to do. But notwithstanding, with my personal eye will I look to it

...I′ll pour this pestilence into his ear, that she repeals him for her body′s lust

Michael, goodnight

So will I turn her virtue into pitch, and out of her own goodness make the net that shall enmesh them all

Come, I have a stoup of wine. And here without...

...are a brace of Cyprus gallants that would fain have a measure to the health of black Othello

Not tonight, good Iago. I have very poor and unhappy brains for drinking

I could well wish courtesy would invent some other custom of entertainment

And so, with no money at all, and a little more wit, return again to Venice

I have drunk but one cup tonight, and behold what innovation it makes here

I am unfortunate in the infirmity and dare not task my weakness with any more

- What, man! ′Tis a night of revels, the gallants 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 fasten but one cup upon him, with that which he hath drunk tonight already...

Does′t not go well? Cassio hath beaten thee, and thou, by that small hurt, hath cashiered Cassio

- ′Fore God, they have given me a rouse already - Good faith, a little one. Not past a pint, as I am a soldier

Though other things grow fair against the sun, yet fruits that blossom first will first be ripe

I am for it, Lieutenant, and I′ll do you justice

′Fore God, an excellent song

But this is more exquisite

And let me the cannikin clink, clink, and let me the cannikin clink

A soldier′s a man, o, man′s life′s but a span. Why, then, let a soldier drink

Will you hear it again, Lieutenant?

No, for I hold him to be unworthy of his place that says those things

Why then, tomorrow night, on Tuesday morn, on Tuesday noon, or night, on Wednesday morn

Why then, tomorrow night, on Tuesday morn, on Tuesday noon, or night, on Wednesday morn

For mine own part, no offence to the general, nor any man of quality, I hope to be saved

- And so do I too, Lieutenant. - Ay, but by your leave, not before me

The Lieutenant is to be saved before the Ensign

Let′s have no more of this, let′s to our affairs. Forgive us our sins

Gentlemen, let′s look to our business

And so many a time, when I have spoke of you dispraisingly, hath ta′en your part

To have so much to do to bring him in? By Our 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 on nourishing dishes, or keep you warm, or sue to you to do a peculiar profit to your own person

To the platform, masters. Come, let′s set the watch

After the Lieutenant, go

You see this fellow that is gone before? He′s a soldier, fit to stand by Caesar and give direction

And do but see his vice. ′Tis to his virtue a just equinox, the one as long as the other

on some odd time of his infirmity, will shake this island ′Tis pity of him. I fear the trust Othello puts him in,

- But is he often thus? - ′Tis evermore the prologue to his sleep

Excellent wretch! Perdition catch my soul but I do love thee

...that the noble Moor should hazard such a place as his own second with one of an ingraft infirmity

It were an honest action to say so to the Moor

Not I, for this fair island! I do love Cassio well, and would do much to cure him of this evil

- Help, help! - Zounds, you rogue, you rascal

A knave teach me my duty? I′ll beat the knave into a twiggen bottle

- Beat me? - Dost thou prate, rogue?

- Nay, good Lieutenant. I pray you, sir, hold your hand - Let me go, sir, or I′ll knock you o′er the mazzard

- Come, come, you′re drunk - Drunk?

Indeed? Ay, indeed. Discern′st thou aught in that?

Who′s that which rings the bell? The town will rise

...as if there were some monster in his thought too hideous to be shown. Thou dost mean something

What is the matter here? Hold, for your lives!

Hold, ho! Lieutenant. Sir, Montano, Gentlemen!

Have you forgot all sense of place and duty?

Hold, the general speaks to you! Hold, for shame

He that stirs next to carve for his own rage holds his soul light. He dies upon his motion

I prithee speak to me as to thy thinkings, as thou dost ruminate, and give thy worst of thoughts the worst of words

I prithee speak to me as to thy thinkings, as thou dost ruminate, and give thy worst of thoughts the worst of words

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

...I am not bound to that all slaves are free to, utter my thoughts. Why, say they are vile and false?

...I am not bound to that all slaves are free to, utter my thoughts. Why, say they are vile and false?

- How comes it, Michael, you are thus forgot? - I 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 night-brawler?

- Give me answer to it - Worthy Othello, I am hurt to danger

It were not for your quiet nor your good, nor for my manhood, honesty and wisdom, to let you know my thoughts

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

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 a birth, shall lose me

What? In a town of war yet wild, the people′s hearts brim-full of fear...

But he that filches from me my good name robs me of that which not enriches him and makes me poor indeed

Iago, who began it?

If partially affined, or leagued in office, thou dost deliver more or less than truth...

- ...thou art no soldier - Touch me not so near

I had rather have this tongue cut from my mouth than it should do offence 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 to execute upon him

Sir, this gentleman steps in to Cassio and entreats his pause

Myself the crying fellow did pursue lest by his clamour, 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 Cassio high in oath...

...which till tonight I ne′er might say before. When I came back, for this was brief...

...I found them close together at blow and thrust, even as again they were when you yourself did part them

More of this matter cannot I 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 which patience could not pass

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

And on the proof, there is no more but this: away at once with love or jealousy

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

I am glad of this, for now I shall have reason to show the love and duty that I bear you with franker spirit

Iago, look with care about the town and silence those whom this vile brawl distracted

Therefore, as I am bound, receive it from me. I speak not yet of proof

Come, Desdemona. ′Tis the soldiers′ life to have their balmy slumbers waked with strife

- What, are you hurt, Lieutenant? - Ay, past all surgery

- Marry, Heaven forbid - Reputation, reputation, reputation!

O, I have lost my reputation. I have lost the immortal part of myself, and what remains is bestial

- My reputation, Iago, my reputation! - As I am an honest man...

...I had thought you had received some bodily wound. There is more sense in that than in reputation

Reputation is an idle and most false imposition, oft got without merit and lost without deserving

You have lost no reputation at all, unless you repute yourself such a loser

What, man? There are more ways to win the General again

You are but now cast in his mood, a punishment more in policy than in malice

...my speech should fall into such vile success which my thoughts aimed not. Cassio′s my worthy friend

- Sue to him again and he′s yours - I will 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!

- And yet, how nature erring from itself... - Ay, there′s the point. As, to be bold with you...

What was he that you followed? What had he done to you?

...not to affect many proposed matches of her own clime, complexion and degree...

I remember a mass of things, but nothing distinctly. A quarrel, but nothing wherefore

O 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

But, pardon me. I do not in position distinctly speak of her, though I may fear her will...

It hath pleased the devil drunkenness to give place to the devil wrath

One unperfectness shows me another, to make me frankly despise myself

If more thou dost perceive, let me know more. Set on thy wife to observe. Leave me, Iago

As the time, the place and the condition of this country stands, I could heartily wish this had not befallen

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

My lord, I would I might entreat your honour to scan this thing no farther

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!

O, strange. Every inordinate cup is unblessed and the ingredient is a devil

Come, come, good wine is a good familiar creature if it be well used. Exclaim no more against it

- And, good Lieutenant, I think you think I love you - I have well approved it, sir

- I drunk! - You or any man living may be drunk at a time, man

I′ll tell you what you shall do

Our General′s wife is now the general. I may say so in this respect for that he hath devoted...

...and given up himself to the contemplation, mark, and denotement of her parts and graces

Confess yourself freely to her, importune her help to put you in your place again

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

This fellow is of exceeding honesty, and knows all qualities with a learned spirit, of human dealings

This fellow is of exceeding honesty, and knows all qualities with a learned spirit, of human dealings

And my fortunes against any lay worth naming, this crack of your love shall grow stronger than it was before

- You advise me well - I protest in the sincerity of love and honest kindness

I think it freely, and betimes in the morning I will beseech the virtuous Desdemona to undertake for me

- I am desperate of my fortunes if they check me here - You are in the right

- Goodnight, Lieutenant, I must to the watch - Goodnight, honest Iago

What? What?

And what′s he then that says I play the villain, when this advice is free I give?

And honest, probal to thinking, and indeed the course to win the Moor again?

For ′tis most easy the inclining Desdemona to subdue in any honest suit

She′s framed as fruitful as the free elements. And then for her to win this Moor...

...were it to renounce his baptism, all seals and symbols of redeemed sin...

...his soul is so enfettered 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 the blackest sins put on, they do suggest at first with heavenly shows, as I do now

For whiles this honest fool plies Desdemona to repair his fortunes, and she for him pleads strongly to the Moor...

...I′ll pour this pestilence into his ear, that she repeals him for her body′s lust

And by how much she strives to do him good, she shall undo her credit with the Moor

So will I turn her virtue into pitch, and out of her own goodness make the net that shall enmesh them all

How now, Rodorigo

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

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 wound did ever heal but by degrees?

Thou know′st we work by wit, and not by witchcraft. And wit depends on...

- ...money? - ...dilatory time

Does′t not go well? Cassio hath beaten thee, and thou, by that small hurt, hath cashiered Cassio

Though other things grow fair against the sun, yet fruits that blossom first will first be ripe

Content thyself awhile

By the mass, ′tis morning. Pleasure and action make the hours seem short

Retire thee, go where thou art billeted. Away, I say, thou shalt know 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 the while to draw the Moor apart, and bring him jump when he may Cassio find soliciting his wife

Ay, that′s the way. Dull not device by coldness and delay

- Are you a man? Have you a soul? Or sense? - Thou hast set me on the rack

Good madam, do. I warrant it grieves my husband as if the cause were his

O, that′s an honest fellow. Do not doubt, Cassio, but I will have my lord and you again as friendly as you were

Bounteous madam, whatever shall become of Michael Cassio, he′s never anything but your true servant

Her name, that was as fresh as Dian′s visage, is now begrimed and black as thine own face

And be you well assured he shall in strangeness stand no farther off than in a politic distance

If there be knives, or cords, poison, or suffocating streams, I′ll not endure it

Or breed itself so out of circumstance, that I being absent and my place supplied...

- ...my General will forget my love and service - Do not doubt that

Before Emilia here, I give thee warrant of thy place

Assure thee, if I do vow a friendship, I′ll perform it to the last article

But, how? How satisfied, my lord? Would you, the supervisor, grossly gape on?

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

It is impossible you should see this, were they as prime as goats, as hot as monkeys...

- I am very ill at ease, unfit for mine own purposes - Well, do your discretion

- Ha, I like not that - What dost thou say, Iago?

Nothing, my lord. Or if... I know not what

- Was not that Cassio parted from my wife? - Cassio, my lord?

But sith I am entered in this cause so far, pricked to it by foolish honesty and love, I will go on

- I do believe ′twas he - How now, my lord?

I lay with Cassio lately, and being troubled with a raging tooth I could not sleep

- Who is′t you mean? - Why, your Lieutenant, Cassio

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 judgement in an honest face. I prithee call him back

Then kiss me hard, as if he plucked up kisses by the roots, that grew upon my lips

Then laid his leg over my thigh, and sighed, and kissed, and then cry ‵Cursed fate that gave thee to the Moor!′

- Good love, call him back - Not now, sweet Desdemon. Some other time

- Nay, this was but his dream - But this denoted a foregone conclusion

- Shall′t be tonight at supper? - No, not tonight

- Tomorrow dinner, then? - I shall not dine at home. I meet the captains at the citadel

Why then, tomorrow night, on Tuesday morn, on Tuesday noon, or night, on Wednesday morn

I prithee name the time, but let it not exceed three days. In faith, he′s penitent

...it speaks against her with the other proofs

Othello, I wonder in my soul what you would ask me that I should deny, or stand so mammering on?

What! Michael Cassio, that came a-wooing with you?

O, that the slave had forty thousand lives. One is too poor, too weak for my revenge

To have so much to do to bring him in? By Our 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 on 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 shall be full of poise and difficult weight, and fearful to be granted

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, my Desdemona, I′ll come to thee straight - Emilia, come

Be as your fancies teach you. Whate′er you be, I am obedient

Now, by yond marble heaven, in the due reverence of a sacred vow I here engage my words

And when I love thee not, chaos is come again

Witness that here Iago doth give up the execution of his wit, hands, heart, to wronged Othello′s service

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

I greet thy love, not with vain thanks, but with acceptance bounteous, and will upon the instant put thee to it

- O, yes, and went between us very oft - Indeed

Indeed? Ay, indeed. Discern′st thou aught in that?

- Is he not honest? - Honest, my lord?

My friend is dead. ′Tis done at your command. But let her live

- What dost thou think? - Think, my lord?

Damn her, lewd minx. O, damn her, damn her!

...as if there were some monster in his thought too hideous to be shown. Thou dost mean something

O, now, for ever farewell the tranquil mind, farewell content

...thou cried′st ‵Indeed′, and didst contract and purse thy brow together

As if thou then hadst shut up in thy brain some horrible conceit

O, farewell! Farewell the royal banner and all quality, pride, pomp and circumstance of glorious war

O, farewell! Farewell the royal banner and all quality, pride, pomp and circumstance of glorious war

For Michael Cassio, I dare be sworn I think that he is honest

Farewell, Othello′s occupation′s gone

- Or those that be not, would they might seem none - Certain, men should be what they seem

- Why, then, I think Cassio′s an honest man - Nay, yet there′s more in this

I prithee speak to me as to thy thinkings, 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 am not bound to that all slaves are free to, utter my thoughts. Why, say they are vile and false?

As where′s that palace whereinto foul things sometimes intrude not?

t think′st him wronged and mak′st his ear a stranger to thy thoughts Thou dost conspire against thy friend, Iago, if thou bu

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 that are not...

...that your wisdom then, from one that so imperfectly 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 for my manhood, honesty and wisdom, to let you know my thoughts

What dost thou mean?

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

ing, ′twas mine, ′tis his, and has been slave to thousands Who steals my purse, steals trash, ′tis something, noth

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, whilst ′tis in my custody

O, beware, my lord, of jealousy

It is the green-eyed monster which doth mock the meat it feeds on

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

But O, what damned minutes tells he o′er who dotes, yet doubts, suspects, yet soundly loves

- O misery - Poor and content is rich and rich enough

But riches fineless is 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 to be resolved. Exchange me for a goat...

...when I shall turn the business of my soul to such exsufflicate and blowed surmises, matching thy inference

′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. Where virtue is, these are more virtuous

fear or doubt of her revolt, for she had eyes, and chose me Nor from mine own weak merits will I draw the smallest

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

I am glad of this, for now I shall have reason to show the love and duty that I bear you with franker 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 eyes thus, not jealous nor secure

I would not have your free and noble nature, out of self-bounty, be abused

Look to it. I know our country disposition well

In Venice they do let God see the pranks they dare not show their husbands

Their best conscience is not to leave′t undone, but keep′t unknown

- Dost thou say so? - She did deceive her father, marrying you

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

- And so she did - Why, go to, then

She that so young could give out such a seeming, to see l her father′s eyes up close as oak, he thought ′twas witchcraft

But 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

- Not a jot, not a jot - In faith, I fear it has

I hope you will consider what is spoke comes from my love. But I do see you′re moved

I am to pray you, not to strain my speech to grosser issues, nor to larger reach than to suspicion

- I will not - Should you do so, my lord...

...my speech should fall into such vile success which my thoughts aimed not. Cassio′s my worthy friend

- My lord, I see you′re moved - No, not much moved

- I do not think but Desdemona′s honest - Long live she so, and long live you to think so

- And yet, how nature erring from itself... - Ay, there′s the point. As, to be bold with you...

...not to affect many proposed matches of her own clime, complexion and degree...

...whereto we see in all things nature tends, foh!

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 her will...

...recoiling to her better judgement, may fail to match you with her country forms, and happily repent

Farewell

If more thou dost perceive, let me know more. Set on thy wife to observe. Leave me, Iago

My lord, I would I might entreat your honour to scan this thing no farther

Leave it to time. Although ′tis fit that Cassio have his place, for sure he fills it up with great ability...

Yet, if you please to put him off awhile, you shall by that perceive him and his means

Note, if your lady strain his entertainment with any strong or vehement importunity. 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 honour - Fear not my government

I once more take my leave

This fellow is 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 prey at fortune

Haply, for I am black and have not those soft parts of conversation that chamberers have...

Or for I am declined into the vale of years... Yet 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 du ngeon than keep a corner in the thing I love for others′ uses

Desdemona comes. If she be false, then heaven mocks itself. I′ll not believe it

How now, my dear Othello! Your dinner, and the generous islanders by you invited, do attend your presence

- I am 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

- Come, I'll go in with you - I am very sorry 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 wooed me to steal it

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

...that she reserves it evermore about her to kiss and talk to

I′ll have the work taken out, and give it Iago

What he will do with it, Heaven knows, not I. I nothing, but to please his fantasy

- How now? What do you here alone? - Do not you chide. I have a thing for you

- You have a thing for me? It is a common thing... - Ha!

- ...to have a foolish wife - O, is that all?

- What will you give me now for the same handkerchief? - What handkerchief?

What handkerchief? Why, that the Moor first gave to Desdemona

- That which so often you did bid me steal - Hast stolen it from her?

No, but she let it drop by negligence. And, to the advantage, I, being here, took it up. Look, here it is

A good wench, give it me

What will you do with it, that you have been so earnest to have me filch it?

- Why, what′s that to you? - If it be not for some purpose of import, give it me again

Poor lady, she′ll run mad when she shall lack it

Be not acknown on′t, I have a use for it

Go, leave me

I will in Cassio′s lodging lose this napkin and let him find it

Trifles light as air are to the jealous confirmations strong as proofs of holy writ

You see this very cool, calm, dignified character, his language is very dignified

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′st yesterday

- Ha, ha, false to me - Why how now, General? No more of that

Villain, be sure thou prove my love a whore

Be sure of it, give me the ocular proof

Or by the worth of mine eternal soul, thou hadst been better have been born a dog than answer my waked wrath

For the first time he tells this story to Desdemona, who rather than thinking ‵Well, how many did you kill?′

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, is′t come to this?

And he is just amazed by it. He wonders at it, he says. He′s never been asked that question by anybody before

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

- Are you a man? Have you a soul? Or sense? - Thou hast set me on the rack

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

And I think for him to see that response, the only person who′s reacted in that way...

Her name, that was as fresh as Dian′s visage, is now begrimed and black as thine own face

If there be knives, or cords, poison, or suffocating streams, I′ll not endure it

iance, reads this and knows that the way to get Othello... And Iago, in his brilliance, in his psychological brill

...is not to stab him in the night, not to get a bunch of assassins to come and get him...

- Would? Nay, and I will - And may

But, how? How satisfied, my lord? Would you, the supervisor, grossly gape on?

- Behold her topped? - Death and damnation

But it′s to take this seed, open this tiny little wound that Desdemona has opened in him...

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

...and open that up still further to doubt and to the d isease of jealousy, and that′s what he does brilliantly, unfortunately

It is impossible you should see this, were they as prime as goats, as hot as monkeys...

...as salt as wolves in pride, and fools as gross as ignorance made drunk

You′ve got to have a place to fall from, and Act Three, scene 3 is where he falls from a great height

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

The heart of the play, the thing that moves you in the end is Othello, the thing that moves you is Desdemona

But sith I am entered in this cause so far, pricked to it by foolish honesty and love, I will go on

I lay with Cassio lately, and being troubled with a raging tooth I could not sleep

sleeps will mutter their affairs. One of this kind is Cassio There are a kind of men so loose of soul that in their

In sleep I heard him say ‵Sweet Desdemona, let us be wary, let us hide our loves′

I suppose the best thing about this play is the speed and ferocity with which Othello takes on board that jealousy...

Then kiss me hard, as if he plucked up kisses by the roots, that grew upon my lips

Then laid his leg over my thigh, and sighed, and kissed, and then cry ‵Cursed fate that gave thee to the Moor!′

After the jealousy is inflicted you get a very jealous man, an aggressive man, a violent man...

And this may help to thicken other proofs that do demonstrate thinly. Tell me but this

Have you not sometimes seen a handkerchief, spotted with strawberries in your wife′s hand?

If Iago, this soldier, comrade, said to me, ‵You know, your wife... actually, I can′t tell you′...

But 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

O, that the slave had forty thousand lives. One is too poor, too weak for my revenge

Because any good classic play will always pick at those universal elements in a human being

Insecurity, strength, purpose, ‵why am I here?′, ‵who am I?′, ‵what is real?′, ‵who can I trust?′

Yield up, O love, thy crown and hearted throne to tyrannous hate

Swell, bosom, with thy fraught, for ′tis of aspics′ tongues

But also will be relevant for generations to come, because it′s not about the external things...

Like to the Pontic sea, whose icy current and compulsive course ne′er feels retiring ebb...

The themes are deeper and they point to insecurities that lie within all of us

Even so my bloody thoughts, with violent pace, shall ne′er look back, ne′er ebb to humble love...

inder that we would love to know your thoughts on tonight′s production We will return to Cyprus very shortly, but first, a rem

Now, by yond marble heaven, in the due reverence of a sacred vow I here engage my words

And I did just have a quick look at Twitter, people in Lisbon, in Barcelona, people all over the world...

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

Witness that here Iago doth give up the execution of his wit, hands, heart, to wronged Othello′s service

Let him command, and to obey shall be in 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. ′Tis done at your command. But let her live

Damn her, lewd minx. O, damn her, damn her!

O, now, for ever farewell the tranquil mind, farewell content

Farewell the plumed troops and the big wars that make ambition virtue

O, farewell! Farewell the royal banner and all quality, pride, pomp and circumstance of glorious war

Farewell, Othello′s occupation′s gone

- Now art thou my lieutenant - I am your own forever

Right now, though, back to Cyprus, and to Desdemona, who is troubled by the loss of her precious handkerchief

- Where should I lose that handkerchief, Emilia? - I know not, madam

Believe me, I had rather have lost my purse full of crusados

And, but my noble Moor is true of mind, and made of no such baseness as jealous creatures are...

- ...it were enough to put him to ill thinking - Is he not jealous?

Who, he? I think the sun where he was born drew all such humours from him

- Look where he comes - I will not leave him now till Cassio be called to him

How is′t with you, my lord?

- Well, my good lady. How do you, Desdemona? - Well, my good lord

- Give me your 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, exercise devout

For there′s a young and sweating devil here that commonly rebels. ′Tis a good hand, a frank one

You may, indeed, say so, for ′twas that hand that gave away my heart

- A liberal hand - I cannot speak of this

- Come now, your promise - What promise, chuck?

I have sent to bid Cassio come speak with you

I have a salt and sorry rheum offends me. Lend me thy handkerchief

- Here, my lord - That which I gave you

- I have it not about me - Not?

- No, indeed, my lord - That is 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, ′twould 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 eye should hold her loathed and his spirits should hunt after new fancies

She, dying, gave it me, and bid me, when my fate would have me wived, to give it her

I did so, and take heed on′t. Make it a darling like your precious eye

To lose it or give it away were such perdition as nothing else could match

- Is it possible? - ′Tis true. There′s magic in the web of it

A sibyl, that had numbered in the world the sun to course two hundred compasses...

...in her prophetic fury sewed the work. The worms were hallowed that did breed the silk

And it was dyed in mummy, which the skilful conserved of maidens′ hearts

- Indeed? Is it true? - Most veritable. Therefore look to it well

- Then would to God that I had never seen′t - Ha!

- Why do you speak so startingly and rash? - Is′t lost? Is′t gone? Speak, is′t out of the way?

- Heaven bless us - Say you?

- It is not lost. But what an if it were? - How?

- I say it is not lost - Fetch it, let me see it

Why, so I can, sir, but I will not now. This is a trick to put me from my suit

- 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, talk me of Cassio - The handkerchief

A man that all his time hath founded his good fortunes on your love, shared dangers with you...

- The handkerchief! - I′faith, you are to blame

- Is not this man jealous? - I ne′er saw this before

Sure, there′s some wonder in this handkerchief. I am most unhappy in the loss of it

′Tis not a year or two shows us a man. They are all but stomachs, and we all but food

They eat us hungerly, and when they are full, they belch us

Look you, Cassio and my husband

There is no other way. ′Tis 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 in 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 alms

Alas, thrice-gentle Cassio, my advocation is not now in tune

My lord is not my lord, nor should I know him, were he in favour as in humour altered

So help me every spirit sanctified, as I have spoken for you all my best

And stood within the blank of his displeasure for my free speech. You must awhile be patient

All I can do, I will. And more I will, than for myself I dare. Let that suffice you

Is my lord angry?

He went hence but now, and certainly in strange unquietness

Can he be angry? I have seen the cannon when it hath blown his ranks into the air

And like the devil from his very arm puffed his own brother. And can he be angry?

Something of moment then. I will go meet him. There′s matter in it indeed, if he be angry

I prithee do so. Something, sure, of state, either from Venice...

...or some unhatched practice made demonstrable here in Cyprus to him, hath puddled his clear spirit

And in such cases men′s natures wrangle with inferior things, though great ones are their object

′Tis even so. For let our finger ache, and it indues our other healthful members even to that 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, Emilia, I was, unhandsome warrior as I am, arraigning his unkindness with my soul

But now I find I had suborned the witness and he′s indicted falsely

Pray heaven it be state matters, as you think, and no conception nor no jealous toy concerning you

- Alas the day! I never gave him cause - But jealous souls will not be answered so

They are 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 hereabout

If I do find him fit, I′ll move your suit and seek to effect it to my uttermost

I humbly thank your ladyship

Save you, friend Cassio!

What make you from home? How is′t with you, my most fair Bianca?

- I′faith, sweet love, I was coming to your house - And I was going to your lodging, Cassio

What, keep a week away? Seven days and nights? Eight score eight hours?

And lovers′ absent hours more tedious than the dial eight score times. O weary reckoning

Pardon me, Bianca. I have this while with leaden thoughts been pressed

But I shall, in a more continuate time, strike off this score of absence

- Sweet Bianca, take me this work out - O Cassio, whence came this?

This is some token from a newer friend. To the felt absence now I feel a cause. Is′t come to this? Well, well

Go to, woman. Throw your vile guesses in the devil′s teeth, from whence you have them

You are jealous now that this is from some mistress, some remembrance. No, by my faith, Bianca

- Why, whose is it? - I know not, 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

- Take it, and do it, and leave me for this time - Leave you? Wherefore?

I do attend here on the General, and think it no addition, nor my wish, to have him see me womaned

- Why, I pray you? - Not that I love you not

But that you do not love me

I pray you, bring me on the way a little, and say if I shall see you soon at night

′Tis but a little way that I can bring you, for I attend here. But I′ll see you soon

′Tis very good. I must be circumstanced

- Will you think so? - Think so, Iago?

- What, to kiss in private? - An unauthorised kiss

Or to be naked with her friend in bed an hour or more, not meaning any harm?

Naked in bed, 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?

Her honour is an essence that′s not seen. They have it very oft that have it not

- But, for the handkerchief... - By heaven, I would most gladly have forgot it

Thou said′st... O, it comes o′er my memory as doth the raven o′er the infected house, boding to all

- He had my handkerchief - Ay, 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... - Hath he said anything?

He hath, my lord, but be you 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 belie her. Lie with her! Zounds, that′s fulsome

Handkerchief... Confess...

First to be hanged and then confess...

First to confess and then be hanged for his labour

I tremble at it

Nature would not invest herself in such shadowing passion without some instruction

It is not words that shakes me thus

Noses, ears and lips! Is′t possible?

Handkerchief... confess... O devil!

Work on, my medicine, work!

Thus credulous fools are caught, and many worthy and chaste dames even thus, all guiltless, meet reproach

What, ho, my lord! My lord, I say, Othello!

- How now, Cassio? - What′s the matter?

My lord is fallen into an epilepsy. This is his second fit, he had one yesterday

No, 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 stirs

Do you withdraw yourself a little while. He will recover straight

When he is gone, I would on great occasion speak with you

How do you now, General? Have you not hurt your head?

- Did he confess it? - Good sir, be a man

Think every bearded fellow that′s but yoked may draw with you

Stand you awhile apart, but in a patient list

Whilst you were here, o′erwhelmed with your grief, a passion most unsuiting such a man, Cassio came hither

I shifted him away, and laid good scuse upon your ecstasy

Bade him anon return and here speak with me, the which he promised

and notable scorns that dwell in every region of his face Do but encave yourself, and mark the fleers, the gibes

For I will make him tell the tale anew...

...where, how, how oft and when he hath and is again, to cope your wife

I say, but mark his gesture. Marry, patience, or I shall say you′re all in all in spleen and nothing of a man

Dost thou hear, Iago?

I will be found most cunning in my patience. But, dost thou hear, most bloody

That′s not amiss, but yet keep time in all. Will you withdraw?

Now will I question Cassio of Bianca...

...a housewife, that by selling her desires buys herself bread and clothes

It is a creature that dotes on Cassio, as ′tis the strumpet′s plague to beguile many but be beguiled by one

He, when he hears of her, cannot refrain from the excess of laughter

Here he comes. As he shall smile, Othello shall go mad

How do you now, Lieutenant?

The worser that you give me the addition whose want even kills me

Ply Desdemona well, and you are sure on′t

Now, if this suit lay in Bianca′s power, how quickly should you speed

- Alas, poor caitiff - I never knew woman love man so

- Alas, poor rogue. I think i′faith she loves me - Do you hear, Cassio?

She gives it out that you shall marry her. Do you intend it?

I marry her! What, a customer? Prithee bear some charity to my wit, do not think it so unwholesome

- Faith, the cry goes that you shall marry her - Prithee say true

- I am a very villain else - This is the monkey′s own giving out

She is persuaded I will marry her out of her own love and flattery, not out of my promise

She was here even now, she haunts me in every place

I was the other day talking on the sea-bank with certain Venetians, and thither comes the bauble

And, by this hand, falls me thus about my neck

So hangs and lolls and weeps upon me, so shakes and pulls me

- Well, I must leave her company - Before me! Look where she comes

- What do you mean by this haunting of me? - Let the devil and his dam haunt you

What did you mean by that same handkerchief you gave me even now? I was a fine fool to take it

I must take out the work? A likely piece of work, that you should find it in your chamber and know not who left it there

This is some minx′s token, and I must take out the work?

There, give it your hobby-horse, wheresoever you had it, I′ll take out no work on′t

How now, my sweet Bianca, how now, how now!

If you′ll come to supper tonight, you may. If you will not, come when you are next prepared for

- After her, after her - Faith, I must. She′ll rail in the streets else

- Will you sup there? - Faith, I intend to

Well, I may chance to see you, for I would very fain speak with you

- Prithee come. Will you? - Go to, say no more

How shall I murder him, Iago?

- Did you perceive how he laughed at his vice? - O, Iago

- And did you see the handkerchief? - Was that mine?

- Yours, by this hand - Now do I see it is true

Look here Iago, all my fond love thus do I blow to heaven. It is gone

And to see how he prizes the foolish woman your wife. She gave it him, and he hath given it his whore

I would have him nine years a-killing

- A fine woman, a fair woman, a sweet woman - Nay, you must forget that

Ay, 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

O, the world hath not a sweeter creature

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

- Nay, that′s not your way - Hang her!

I do but say what she is. O, she will sing the savageness out of a bear

- Of so high and plenteous wit and invention - She is the worse for all this

O, a thousand, a thousand times. And then, of so gentle a condition

- Ay, too gentle - Nay, that′s certain

But yet the pity of it, Iago! O, Iago, the pity of it, Iago!

If you are so fond over her iniquity, give her patent to offend, for if it touch not you, it comes near nobody

- I will chop her into messes. Cuckold me? - O, ′tis foul in her

- With mine officer? - That′s fouler

Get me some poison, Iago, this night

I′ll not expostulate with her, lest her body and beauty unprovide my mind again

- This night, Iago - Do it not with poison

Strangle her in her bed, even the bed she hath contaminated

Good, good. The justice of it pleases. Very good

And for Cassio, let me be his undertaker. You shall hear more by midnight

Excellent good

- What is that same? - I warrant something from Venice

′Tis Lodovico, this comes from the Duke. And see, your wife is with him

- God save you, worthy General - With all my heart, sir

- The Duke and senators of Venice greet you - I kiss the instrument of their pleasures

And what′s the news, good cousin Lodovico?

I am very glad to see you, signior. You are welcome to Cyprus

- I thank you. How does Lieutenant Cassio? - Lives, sir

Cousin, there′s fallen between him and my lord an 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 division ′twixt my lord and Cassio?

A most unhappy one. I would do much to atone them, for the love I bear to Cassio

- Fire and brimstone! - My lord?

- Are you wise? - What, is he angry?

Maybe the letter moved him. For, as I think, they do command him home...

- ...deputing Cassio in his government - By my troth, I am glad on′t

- Indeed! - My lord?

- I am glad to see you mad - Why, sweet Othello?

Devil!

I have not deserved this

My lord, this would not be believed in Venice, though I should swear I saw it

′Tis very much. Make her amends, she weeps

O devil, devil

If that the earth could teem with woman′s tears, each drop she falls would prove a crocodile

- Out of my sight - I will not stay to offend you

Truly, an obedient lady. I do beseech your lordship, call her back

Mistress!

- My lord? - What would you with her, sir?

- Who? I, my lord? - Ay, you did wish that I would make her turn

Sir, she can turn, and turn, and yet go on, and turn again. And she can weep, sir, weep

And she′s obedient, as you say, obedient, very obedient

Proceed you in your tears

Concerning this, sir... O well-painted passion!

I am commanded home... Get you away!

Sir, I obey the mandate, and will return to Venice

Hence, avaunt!

Cassio shall have my place. And, sir, tonight I do entreat that we may sup together

You are welcome, sir, to Cyprus

Goats 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?

- He is much changed - Are his wits safe? Is he not light of brain?

- He is that he is - What, strike his wife!

Faith, that was not so well. Yet would I knew that stroke would prove the worst

Is it his use? Or did the letter work upon his blood and new create this fault?

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

You shall observe him, and his own courses will denote him so, that I may save my speech

- Do but go after, and mark how he continues - I am sorry that I am deceived in him

- 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, my lord

- To fetch her fan, her gloves, her mask, nor nothing? - Never

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 have put this in your head, let heaven requite it with the 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

- My lord, what is your will? - Pray you, chuck, come hither

- What is your pleasure? - Let me see your eyes. Look in my face

What horrible fancy′s this?

Some of your function, mistress, leave procreants alone and shut the door

Cough or cry hem if anybody come. Your mystery, your mystery! Nay, dispatch

Upon my knee, 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, being like 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?

Ah, Desdemon! Away, away, away

Alas, the heavy day! Why do you weep? Am I the motive of these tears my lord?

If haply you my father do suspect an instrument of this your calling back...

...lay not your blame on me. If you have lost him, I have lost him too

Had it pleased heaven to try me with affliction...

Had they 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 and moving finger at!

Yet could I bear that too, well, very well

But there where I have garnered up my heart, where either I must live, or bear no life...

The fountain from the 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!

Turn thy complexion there, patience, thou young and rose-lipped cherubin. Ay, there look grim as hell

I hope my noble lord esteems me honest

O, ay. As summer flies are in the shambles, that quicken even with blowing

O, thou weed, who art so lovely fair, and smell′st so sweet that the sense aches at thee

- Would thou hadst never been born - Alas, what ignorant sin have I committed?

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 modesty, 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 not you a strumpet? - No, as I am a Christian

If to preserve this vessel for my lord from any other foul unlawful touch, be not to be a strumpet, I am none

- As I am a Christian? A Christian? What, not a whore? - No, as I shall be saved

- Is′t possible? - O, 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 to Saint Peter and keep the gate of hell

You, you, ay, 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 who?

- Why, with my lord, madam - Who is thy lord?

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

Do not talk to me, Emilia. I cannot weep. Nor answers have I none, but what should go by water

Prithee, tonight lay on my bed my wedding sheets, remember

- And call thy husband hither - Here′s a change indeed

′Tis meet I should be used so, very meet

How have I been behaved, that he might stick the smallest opinion on my least misuse?

- What is your pleasure, madam? How is′t with 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, Iago, my lord hath so bewhored her...

...thrown such despite and heavy terms upon her that 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 could not have laid such terms upon his callet

Beshrew him for't Why did he so?

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

...some cogging, cozening slave, to get some office, have not devised this slander

- I will be hanged else - Fie, it is impossible, there is no such man

Why should he call her whore? Who keeps her company? What place, what time, what form, what likelihood?

- The Moor is abused by some most villainous knave - Speak within door

O, fie upon them. Some such squire he was that turned your wit the seamy side without...

- ...and made you to suspect me with the Moor - You are a fool, go to

What shall I do to win my lord again?

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

Here I kneel

If e′er my will did trespass ′gainst 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 ‵whore′

I pray you, be content, ′tis but his humour

The business of the state does him offence, and he does chide with you

- If ′twere no other - It is so, I warrant

Go in, and weep not. All things shall be well

- What? - How now, Rodorigo?

- I do not find that thou deal′st justly with me - What in the contrary?

Every day thou daff′st me with some device, Iago. And rather, as it seems to me now...

...keep′st from me all conveniency, than suppliest me with the least advantage of hope

ed to put up in peace what already I have foolishly suffered I will indeed no longer endure it, nor am I yet persuad

- Will you hear me, Rodorigo? - Faith, I have heard too much

‵Rodorigo, I could never better stead thee than now...′ ‵Let us be conjunctive in our revenge against him...′

‵Thou shalt emjoy her Rodorigo...′ 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 have had from me to deliver Desdemona would half have corrupted a votarist

You have 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, nor ′tis not very well. Nay, I think it is scurvy and begin to find myself fopped in it

- Very well - I tell you, ′tis not very well

I will make myself known to Desdemona. If she will return me my jewels...

...I will give over my suit and repent my unlawful soli citation. If not, assure yourself I will seek satisfaction of you

- You have said now - Ay, and said nothing but what I protest intendment of doing

Why, now I see there′s mettle in thee, and even from th is instant do build on thee a better opinion than ever before

Give me thy hand, Rodorigo

Thou hast taken against me a most just exception, but yet I protest I have dealt most directly in thy affair

- It hath not appeared - I grant indeed it hath not appeared...

...and your suspicion is not without wit and judgement. But, Rodorigo, if thou hast that in thee indeed...

...which I have greater reason to believe now than ever , I mean purpose, courage, and valour, this night show it

If thou the next night following enjoy not Desdemona...

...take me from this world with treachery, and devise engines for my life

Well, what is it? Is it within reason and compass?

Sir, there is especial commission come from Venice to depute Cassio in Othello′s place

Is that true? Why then Othello and Desdemona return again to Venice

O, no, he goes into Mauritania and takes away with him the fair Desdemona...

...unless his abode be lingered here by some accident

Wherein none can be so determinate as the removing of Cassio

- How do you mean, ‵removing′ of him? - Why, by making him uncapable of Othello′s place

Knocking out his brains

- And that you would have me to do? - Ay, 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 his going thence, which I will fashion to fall out between twelve and one...

...you may take him at your pleasure. I will be near to second your attempt, and he shall fall between us

Come, stand not amazed at it, but go along with me

I will show you such a necessity in his death that you shall think yourself bound to put it on him

It is now high suppertime, and the night grows to waste. About it!

- I will hear further reason for this - And you shall be satisfied

- I do beseech you, sir, trouble yourself no further - O, pardon me, ′twill do me good to walk

- Madam, goodnight. I humbly thank your ladyship - Your honour is most welcome

Will you walk, sir?

- O, Desdemona - My lord?

Get you to bed on the instant, I will be returned forthwith. Dismiss your attendant there

- Look it be done - I will, my lord

How goes it now? He looks gentler than he did

He says he will return incontinent, and hath commanded me to go to bed, and bid me to dismiss you

- Dismiss me? - It was his bidding

Therefore, good Emilia, give me my nightly wearing, and adieu. We must not now displease him

- I would you had never seen him - So would not I

My love doth so approve him that even his stubbornness, his checks, his frowns...

Prithee, unpin me. ...have grace and favour in them

- I have laid those sheets you bade me, on the bed - All′s one

Good faith, how foolish are our minds! If I do die before thee, prithee shroud me in one of those same sheets

Come, come, you talk

My mother had a maid called Barbary. She was in love, and he she loved proved mad and did forsake her

She had a song of willow. An old thing ′twas, but it expressed her fortune, and she died singing it

That song tonight will not go from my mind

I have much to do but to go hang my head all at one side, and sing it like poor Barbary

Prithee, dispatch

- Shall I go fetch your nightgown? - No, unpin me here

- This Lodovico is a proper man - A very handsome man

- He speaks well - I know a lady in Venice...

...would have walked barefoot to Palestine for a touch of his nether lip

The poor soul sat sighing by a sycamore tree, Sing all a green willow

Her hand on her bosom, her head on her knee, Sing willow, willow, willow

The fresh streams ran by her, and murmured her moans, Sing willow, willow, willow

Her salt tears fell from her, and softened the stones...

Lay by these. Sing willow, willow, willow

Prithee, hie thee, he′ll come anon

Sing all a green willow must be my garland. Let nobody blame him, his scorn I approve...

Nay, that′s not next

- Hark, who is′t that knocks? - It′s the wind

I called my love false love, but what said he then? Sing willow, willow, willow

If I court more women, you′ll couch with more men

So, get thee gone. Goodnight

Mine eyes do itch. Doth that bode weeping?

- ′Tis neither here nor there - I have heard it said so

O, these men, these men!

Dost thou in conscience think, tell me, Emilia, that there be women do abuse their husbands in such gross kind?

- There be some such, no question - Wouldst thou do such a deed for all the world?

- Why, would not you? - No, by this heavenly light

Nor I neither by this heavenly light. I might do it as well in the dark

- Wouldst thou do such a deed for all the world? - The world′s a huge thing, it is a great price for a small vice

- In troth, I think thou wouldst not - In troth, I think I should, and undo when I had done

Marry, I would not do such a thing for a joint ring...

...nor for measures of lawn, nor caps, nor gowns, nor petticoats, nor any petty exhibition

But for all the whole world! God′s pity, who would not make her husband a cuckold to make him a monarch?

- I should venture your purgatory for it - Beshrew me, if I would do such a thing for the whole world

Why, the wrong is but a wrong in the world. And having the world for your labour, ′tis a wrong in your own world...

- ...and you might quickly make it right - I do not think there is any such woman

Yes, a dozen, and as many to the vantage as would store the world they played for

But I do think it is their husbands′ faults if wives do fall

Say that they slack their duties, and pour our treasures into foreign laps

Or else break out in peevish jealousies, throwing restraint upon us

Or say they strike us, or scant our former having in despite

Why, we have galls, and though we have some grace, yet have we some revenge

Let husbands know their wives have sense like them

They see and smell, and have their palates both for sweet and sour, as husbands have

What is it that they do, when they change us for others?

Is it sport? I think it is

And doth affection breed it? I think it doth

Is it frailty that thus errs? It is so too

And have not we affections, desires for sport, and frailty, as men have?

Then let them use us well. Else let them know the ills we do, their ills instruct us so

Goodnight

Goodnight

God me such uses send, not to pick bad from bad, but by bad mend

Here, stand behind this bulk. Straight will he come. Wear thy good rapier bare, and put it home

Quick, quick, fear nothing, I′ll be at thy elbow

It makes us, or it mars us. Think on that, and fix most firm thy resolution

- Be near at hand, I may miscarry in it - Here, at thy hand. Be bold, and take thy stand

I have no great devotion to the deed, and yet he hath given me satisfying reasons

′Tis but a man gone. Forth, my sword! He dies

I have rubbed this young quat almost to the sense, and he grows angry

Now, whether he kill Cassio, or Cassio him, or each do kill the other, every way makes my gain

Live Rodorigo, he calls me to a restitution large of gold and jewels...

...that I bobbed from him as gifts to Desdemona. It must not be

If Cassio do remain, he hath a daily beauty in his life that makes me ugly

And besides, the Moor may unfold me to him, there stand I in much peril

No, he must die. But soft, I hear him coming

Villain, thou diest!

That thrust had been mine enemy indeed, but that my coat is better than thou knowest

I will make proof of thine

Light! Murder, murder!

- ′Tis some mischance, the voice is very direful - Two or three groan

′Tis heavy night, these may be counterfeits. Let′s think it unsafe to come in to the cry without more help

- Here comes a man with light and weapons - Who′s there? Whose noise is this that cries on murder?

- We do not know. - Do not you hear a cry?

- Here, here! For heaven sake, help me - What′s the matter?

- This is Othello′s ensign, as I take it - The same indeed, a very valiant fellow

- What are you, that cry so grievously? - Iago? O, I am undone, spoiled by villains

O me, Lieutenant! What villains have done this?

I think that one of them is hereabout and cannot make away

O treacherous villains. What are you there? Come in, and give some help

- O, help me there! - That′s one of them

O murderous slave, O treacherous villain

O damned Iago, inhuman dog!

Kill men in the dark! Where be these bloody thieves?

How silent is this town. Murder, murder!

- What may you be? Are you of good or evil? - As you shall prove us, praise us

- Signior Lodovico? - He, sir

- I cry you mercy. Here′s Cassio hurt by villains - Cassio?

- How is′t, brother? - My leg is cut in two

Marry, heaven forbid. Light, gentlemen. I′ll bind it with my scarf

- What is the matter, ho? Who is it that cried? - Who is it that cried?

- O my dear Cassio, my sweet Cassio! - O notable strumpet

Cassio, may you suspect who they should be that have thus mangled you?

- No - I am sorry to find you thus. We have been to seek you

Gentlemen all, I do suspect this trash to be a party in this injury

Patience awhile, good Cassio

Lend me a light. Know we this face or no?

- Alas, my friend and my dear countryman Rodorigo - What, of Venice?

- Even he. Did you know him? - Know him? Ay

Signior Gratiano? These bloody accidents must excuse my manners that so neglected you

I am glad to see you

- How do you, Cassio? - Rodorigo!

He, he ′tis he. For you, mistress, save you your labour

He that lies slain here was my dear friend

- What malice was between you? - None in the world, nor do I know the man

What, look you pale? O, bear him out of the air

Stay you, good gentlemen. Look you pale, mistress?

Do you perceive the gastness of her eye? Nay, if you stare, we shall hear more anon

I pray you, look upon her, behold her well. Do you see, gentlemen?

Nay, guiltiness will speak though tongues were out of use

Alas, what is the matter? What is the matter, husband?

Cassio hath here been set on in the dark by Rodorigo and fellows that are scaped

- He′s almost slain, and Rodorigo quite - Alas, good gentleman, alas, good Cassio

This is the fruits of whoring. Prithee, Emilia, go know of Cassio where he supped tonight

- What, do you shake at that? - He supped at my house, but I therefore shake not

- O, did he so? I charge you go with me - O, fie upon thee, strumpet

I am no strumpet, but of life as honest as you that thus abuse me

As I? Foh, fie upon thee!

Kind gentlemen, let′s go see poor Cassio dressed. Come, mistress, you must tell us another tale

Emilia, run you to the citadel, and tell my lord and lady what hath happed. Will you go on afore?

This is the night that either makes me or fordoes me quite

It is the cause, it is the cause, my soul. Let me not name it to you, you chaste stars

It is the cause. Yet I′ll not shed her blood

Nor scar that whiter skin of hers than snow, and smooth as monumental alabaster

Yet she must die, else she′ll betray more men

Put out the light, and then put out the light

If I quench thee, thou flaming minister, I can again thy former light restore should I repent me

But once put out thy light, thou cunningest pattern of excelling nature...

...I know not where is that Promethean heat that can thy light relume

When I have plucked the rose, I cannot give it vital growth again, it needs must wither

I′ll smell it on the tree

O balmy breath, that dost almost persuade justice to break her sword

One more, one more

Be thus when thou art dead, and I will kill thee, and love thee after

One more, and this the last

So sweet was never so fatal. I must weep

But they are cruel tears. This sorrow′s heavenly, it strikes where it doth love

- She wakes - Who′s there? Othello?

- Ay, Desdemona - Will you come to bed, my lord?

- Have you prayed tonight, Desdemona? - Ay, my lord

If you bethink yourself of any crime unreconciled as yet to heaven and grace, solicit for it straight

- Alack, my lord, what may you mean by that? - Well, do it, and be brief. I will walk by

I would not kill thy unprepared spirit. No, heavens forfend. I would not kill thy soul

- Talk you of killing? - Ay, I do

- Then heaven have mercy on me - Amen, with all my heart

If you say so, I hope you will not kill me

And yet I fear you. Why I should fear I know not, since guiltiness I know not. But yet I feel I fear

- Think on thy sins - They are loves I bear to you

Ay, and for that thou diest

- That death′s unnatural that kills for loving - Peace

- Peace and be still - I will

So

What′s the matter?

That handkerchief which I so loved and gave thee, thou gav′st to Cassio

No, by my life and soul. Send for the man and ask him

Sweet soul, take heed. Take heed of perjury, thou art on thy deathbed

- Ay, but not yet to die - Yes, presently

Therefore confess thee freely of thy sin. For to deny each article with oath...

...cannot remove nor choke the strong conception that I do groan withal

- Thou art to die - Then Lord have mercy on me

- I say, amen - And have you mercy too

I never did offend you in my life

Never loved Cassio, but with such general warranty of heaven as I might love

- I never gave him token - By heaven, I saw my handkerchief in his hand

O perjured woman. Thou dost stone my heart...

...and makes me call what I intend to do a murder, which I thought a sacrifice

- I saw the handkerchief - He found it then

I never gave it him. Send for him hither, let him confess a truth

- He hath confessed - What, my lord?

- That he hath used thee - How, unlawfully?

- Ay - He will not say so

No, his mouth is stopped. Honest Iago hath taken order for it

O, my fear interprets. What, is he dead?

Had all his hairs been lives, my great revenge had stomach for them all

- Alas, he is betrayed and I undone - Out, strumpet. Weep′st thou for him to my face?

- O, banish me, my lord, but kill me not - Down, strumpet

- Kill me tomorrow, let me live tonight - Nay, if you strive...

- But half an hour - Being done, there is no pause

- But while I say one prayer - It is too late

- My lord,my lord! What, ho, my lord! - What noise is this?

Not dead? Not yet quite dead? I, that am cruel, am yet merciful

I would not have thee linger in thy pain. So, so

- What, ho, my lord! - Who′s there?

- My lord, I would speak a word with you - Yes, ′tis Emilia. By and by

She′s dead

′Tis like she comes to speak of Cassio′s death. The noise was high

Ha, no more moving? Still as the grave

Shall she come in? Were′t good?

I think she stirs again. No

What′s best to do? If she come in, she′ll sure speak to my wife

My wife, my wife... What wife? I have no wife

My lord, I do beseech you that I may speak with you

I had forgot thee. O, come in, Emilia. Soft, by and by

- Where art thou? What′s the matter with thee now? - O, my good lord, yonder′s foul murders done

- What, now? - But now, my lord

It is the very error of the moon. She comes more nearer earth than she was wont, and makes men mad

Cassio, my lord, hath killed a young Venetian called Rodorigo

- Rodorigo killed? And Cassio killed? - No, Cassio is not killed

Not Cassio killed? Then murder′s out of tune, and sweet revenge grows harsh

Alas, What cry is that?

- That? What? - That was my lady′s voice

O, lady, speak again. Sweet Desdemona, O sweet mistress, speak

- A guiltless death I die - O, who hath done this deed?

Nobody... I myself

Commend me to my kind lord

- Why, how should she be murdered? - Alas, who knows?

- You heard her say herself it was not I - She said so. I must needs report the truth

She′s like a liar gone to burning hell. ′Twas I that killed her

- O, the more angel she, and you the blacker devil - She turned to folly, and she was a whore

- Thou dost belie her, and thou art a devil - She was false as water

Thou art rash as fire, to say that she was false. O, she was heavenly true

Cassio did top her. Ask thy husband else

O, I were damned beneath all depth in hell but that I did proceed upon just grounds to this extremity

- Thy husband knew it all - My husband?

- Thy husband - That she was false to wedlock?

- Ay, with Cassio - My husband say that she was false?

He, woman. I say thy husband. Dost understand the word? My friend, thy husband, honest, honest Iago

If he say so, may his pernicious soul rot half a grain a day

He lies to the heart. She was too fond of her most filthy bargain

Do thy worst. This deed of thine is no more worthy heaven than thou wast worthy her

Peace, you were best

Thou hast not half that power to do me harm as I have to be hurt

O gull, O dolt! As ignorant as dirt! Thou hast done a deed...

I care not for thy sword. I′ll make thee known, though I lost twenty lives

Help, help! The Moor hath killed my mistress. Murder!

What is the matter? How now, General?

O, are you come, Iago? You have done well, that men must lay their murders on your neck

- What is the matter? - Disprove this villain, if thou be′st a man

He says thou told′st him that his wife was false

I know thou didst not, thou art not such a villain. Speak, for my heart is full

I told him what I thought, and told no more than what he found himself was apt and true

- But did you ever tell him she was false? - I did

You told a lie, an odious, damned lie. Upon my soul, a lie, a wicked lie

- She false with Cassio! Did you say with Cassio? - With Cassio, mistress

- Go to, charm your tongue - I will not charm my tongue, I am bound to speak

My mistress here lies murdered in her bed, and your reports have set the murder on

Nay, stare not, masters, it is true indeed

- ′Tis a strange truth - O, monstrous act

Villainy, villainy, villainy! I think upon it, I think... I smell it. O villany!

I thought so then. I will kill myself for grief. O villainy!

- What, are you mad? I charge you get you home - Good gentlemen, let me have leave to speak

′Tis proper I obey him, but not now. Perchance, Iago, I will ne′er go home

Nay, lay thee down and roar, for thou hast killed the sweetest innocent that e′er did lift up eye

O, she was foul

I scarce did know you, uncle. There lies your niece...

...whose breath indeed these hands have newly stopped. I know this act shows horrible and grim

Poor Desdemon, I am glad thy father′s dead

Thy match was mortal to him, and pure grief shore his old thread in twain

Did he live now, this sight would make him do a desperate turn

Yea, curse his better angel from his side, and fall to reprobance

′Tis pitiful. But yet Iago knows that she with Cassio hath the act of shame a thousand times committed

Cassio confessed it, and she did gratify his amorous works...

...with that recognisance and pledge of love which I first gave her

I saw it in his hand. It was a handkerchief, an antique token my father gave my mother

- O God, O heavenly powers! - Zounds, hold your peace

′Twill out, ′twill out. I peace? No, I will speak as liberal as the north

Let heaven, and men and devils, let them all, all, all, cry shame against me, yet I′ll speak

- Be wise, and get you home - I will not

Fie, your sword upon a woman?

O thou dull Moor! That handkerchief thou speak′st of I found by fortune and did give my husband

For often, with a solemn earnestness, more than indeed belonged to such a trifle...

- ...he begged of me to steal it - Villainous whore

She give it Cassio? No, alas. I found it and I did give it my husband

- Filth, thou liest - By heaven, I do not, I do not, gentlemen

O murderous coxcomb! What should such a fool do with so good a wife?

Are there no stones in heaven but what serves for the thunder?

Precious villain!

Take you this weapon, come, guard the door without

Let him not pass, but kill him rather. I′ll after that same villain

What did thy song bode, lady? Willow...

Moor, she was chaste. She loved thee, cruel Moor

But why should honour outlive honesty? Let it go all

Now, how dost thou look now? O ill-starred wench

When we shall meet at compt, this look of thine will hurl my soul from heaven and fiends will snatch at it

Cold, cold, my girl, even like thy chastity

O cursed, cursed slave. O Desdemon! Dead, Desdemon, dead

- Where is this rash and most unfortunate man? - That′s he that was Othello, here I am

Where is that viper? Bring the villain forth

I look down towards his feet, but that′s a fable. If that thou be′st a devil, I cannot kill thee

- Wrench his sword from him - I bleed, sir, but not killed

I am not sorry neither. I′d have thee live, for in my sense ′tis happiness to die

O thou Othello, that was once so good, fallen in the practice of a damned slave

- What shall be said to thee? - Why, anything

An honourable murderer, if you will. For nought did I in hate, but all in honour

This wretch hath part confessed his villainy. Did you and he consent in Cassio′s death?

- Ay - I never gave you cause

I do believe it, and I ask your pardon

Will you, I pray, demand that demi-devil why he hath thus ensnared my soul and body?

Demand me nothing. What you know, you know. From this time forth I never will speak word

- What, not to pray? - Torments will ope your lips

Well, thou dost best. How came you, Cassio, by that handkerchief that was my wife′s?

I found it in my chamber. And he himself confessed it but even now...

...that there he dropped it for a special purpose which wrought to his desire

O fool, fool, fool

You must forsake this room and go with us

Your power and your command is taken off and Cassio rules in Cyprus

For this slave, if there be any cunning cruelty that can torment him much, and hold him long, it shall be his

You shall close prisoner rest, till that the nature of your fault be known to the Venetian state

- Come, bring him away - Soft you, a word or two before you go

I have done the state some service and they know it. No more of that

I pray you in your letters, when you shall these unlucky deeds relate, speak of me as I am

Nothing extenuate, nor set down aught in malice. Then must you speak...

...of one that loved not wisely, but too well

Of one not easily jealous but, being wrought, perplexed in the extreme

Of one whose hand, like the base Indian, threw a pearl away richer than all his tribe

Of one whose subdued eyes, albeit unused to the melting mood...

...drop tears as fast as the Arabian trees their medicinable gum

Set you down this

And say, besides that in Aleppo once...

...where a malignant and a turbaned Turk beat a Venetian and traduced the state...

...I took by the throat the circumcised dog and smote him thus

I kissed thee, ere I killed thee

No way but this, killing myself, to die upon a kiss

All that′s spoke is marred

O, Spartan dog, more fell than anguish, hunger, or the sea

Look on the tragic loading of this bed. This is thy work

Gratiano, keep the house and seize upon the fortunes of the Moor, for they succeed on you

To you, Lord Governor, remains the censure of this hellish villain

The time, the place, the torture. O, enforce it

Myself will straight aboard, and to the state this heavy act with heavy heart relate