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The Tragedie of Othellothe Moore of Venice

Actus Primus. Scoena Prima.

Enter Rodorigoand Iago.

Rodorigo. Neuer tell meI take it much vnkindly
That thou (Iago) who hast had my purse
As if y strings were thineshould'st know of this

Ia. But you'l not heare me. If euer I did dream
Of such a matterabhorre me

Rodo. Thou told'st me
Thou did'st hold him in thy hate

Iago. Despise me
If I do not. Three Great-ones of the Cittie
(In personall suite to make me his Lieutenant)
Off-capt to him: and by the faith of man
I know my priceI am worth no worsse a place.
But he (as louing his owne prideand purposes)
Euades themwith a bumbast Circumstance
Horribly stufft with Epithites of warre
Non-suites my Mediators. For certessaies he
I haue already chose my Officer. And what was he?
For-sootha great Arithmatician
One Michaell Cassioa Florentine
(A Fellow almost damn'd in a faire Wife)
That neuer set a Squadron in the Field
Nor the deuision of a Battaile knowes
More then a Spinster. Vnlesse the Bookish Theoricke:
Wherein the Tongued Consuls can propose
As Masterly as he. Meere pratle (without practise)
Is all his Souldiership. But he (Sir) had th' election;
And I (of whom his eies had seene the proofe
At Rhodesat Ciprusand on others grounds
Christen'dand Heathen) must be be-leedand calm'd
By Debitorand Creditor. This Counter-caster
He (in good time) must his Lieutenant be
And I (blesse the marke) his Mooreships Auntient

Rod. By heauenI rather would haue bin his hangman

Iago. Whythere's no remedie.
'Tis the cursse of Seruice;
Preferment goes by Letterand affection
And not by old gradationwhere each second
Stood Heire to'th' first. Now Sirbe iudge your selfe
Whether I in any iust terme am Affin'd
To loue the Moore?

Rod. I would not follow him then

Iago. O Sir content you.
I follow himto serue my turne vpon him.
We cannot all be Mastersnor all Masters
Cannot be truely follow'd. You shall marke
Many a dutious and knee-crooking knaue;
That (doting on his owne obsequious bondage)

Weares out his timemuch like his Masters Asse
For naught but Prouender& when he's old Casheer'd.
Whip me such honest knaues. Others there are
Who trym'd in Formesand visages of Dutie
Keepe yet their hearts attending on themselues
And throwing but showes of Seruice on their Lords
Doe well thriue by them.
And when they haue lin'd their Coates
Doe themselues Homage.
These Fellowes haue some soule
And such a one do I professe my selfe. For (Sir)
It is as sure as you are Rodorigo
Were I the MooreI would not be Iago:
In following himI follow but my selfe.
Heauen is my Iudgenot I for loue and dutie
But seeming sofor my peculiar end:
For when my outward Action doth demonstrate
The natiue actand figure of my heart
In Complement externe'tis not long after
But I will weare my heart vpon my sleeue
For Dawes to pecke at; I am not what I am

Rod. What a fall Fortune do's the Thicks-lips owe
If he can carry't thus?

Iago. Call vp her Father:
Rowse himmake after himpoyson his delight
Proclaime him in the Streets. Incense her kinsmen
And though he in a fertile Clymate dwell
Plague him with Flies: though that his Ioy be Ioy
Yet throw such chances of vexation on't
As it may loose some colour

Rodo. Heere is her Fathers houseIle call aloud

Iago. Doewith like timerous accentand dire yell
As when (by Night and Negligence) the Fire
Is spied in populus Citties

Rodo. What hoa: BrabantioSignior Brabantiohoa

Iago. Awake: what hoaBrabantio: TheeuesTheeues.
Looke to your houseyour daughterand your Bags

Bra. Aboue. What is the reason of this terrible

Summons? What is the matter there?
Rodo. Signior is all your Familie within?
Iago. Are your Doores lock'd?
Bra. Why? Wherefore ask you this?
Iago. Siry'are rob'dfor shame put on your Gowne

Your heart is burstyou haue lost halfe your soule
Euen nownowvery nowan old blacke Ram
Is tupping your white Ewe. Arisearise
Awake the snorting Cittizens with the Bell
Or else the deuill will make a Grand-sire of you.
Arise I say

Bra. Whathaue you lost your wits?
Rod. Most reuerend Signiordo you know my voice?
Bra. Not I: what are you?
Rod. My name is Rodorigo

Bra. The worsser welcome:
I haue charg'd thee not to haunt about my doores:

In honest plainenesse thou hast heard me say
My Daughter is not for thee. And now in madnesse
(Being full of Supperand distempring draughtes)
Vpon malitious knaueriedost thou come
To start my quiet

Rod. SirSirSir

Bra. But thou must needs be sure
My spirits and my place haue in their power
To make this bitter to thee

Rodo. Patience good Sir

Bra. What tell'st thou me of Robbing?
This is Venice: my house is not a Grange

Rodo. Most graue Brabantio
In simple and pure souleI come to you

Ia. Sir: you are one of those that will not serue God
if the deuill bid you. Because we come to do you seruice
and you thinke we are Ruffiansyou'le haue your Daughter
couer'd with a Barbary horseyou'le haue your Nephewes
neigh to youyou'le haue Coursers for Cozens:
and Gennets for Germaines

Bra. What prophane wretch art thou?
Ia. I am one Sirthat comes to tell youyour Daughter
and the Mooreare making the Beast with two backs

Bra. Thou art a Villaine

Iago. You are a Senator

Bra. This thou shalt answere. I know thee Rodorigo

Rod. SirI will answere any thing. But I beseech you
If't be your pleasureand most wise consent
(As partly I find it is) that your faire Daughter
At this odde Euen and dull watch o'th' night
Transported with no worse nor better guard
But with a knaue of common hirea Gundelier
To the grosse claspes of a Lasciuious Moore:
If this be knowne to youand your Allowance
We then haue done you boldand saucie wrongs.
But if you know not thismy Manners tell me
We haue your wrong rebuke. Do not beleeue
That from the sence of all Ciuilitie
I thus would play and trifle with your Reuerence.
Your Daughter (if you haue not giuen her leaue)
I say againehath made a grosse reuolt
Tying her DutieBeautieWitand Fortunes
In an extrauagantand wheeling Stranger
Of hereand euery where: straight satisfie your selfe.
If she be in her Chamberor your house
Let loose on me the Iustice of the State
For thus deluding you

Bra. Strike on the Tinderhoa:
Giue me a Taper: call vp all my people
This Accident is not vnlike my dreame
Beleefe of it oppresses me alreadie.
LightI saylight.


Iag. Farewell: for I must leaue you.
It seemes not meetenor wholesome to my place
To be producted(as if I stayI shall)
Against the Moore. For I do know the State
(How euer this may gall him with some checke)
Cannot with safetie cast-him. For he's embark'd
With such loud reason to the Cyprus Warres
(Which euen now stands in Act) that for their soules
Another of his Fadomethey haue none
To lead their Businesse. In which regard
Though I do hate him as I do hell paines
Yetfor necessitie of present life
I must show out a Flagand signe of Loue
(Which is indeed but signe) that you shal surely find him
Lead to the Sagitary the raised Search:
And there will I be with him. So farewell.


Enter Brabantiowith Seruants and Torches.

Bra. It is too true an euill. Gone she is
And what's to come of my despised time
Is naught but bitternesse. Now Rodorigo
Where didst thou see her? (Oh vnhappie Girle)
With the Moore saist thou? (Who would be a Father?)
How didst thou know 'twas she? (Oh she deceaues me
Past thought:) what said she to you? Get moe Tapers.
Raise all my Kindred. Are they married thinke you?

Rodo. Truely I thinke they are

Bra. Oh Heauen: how got she out?
Oh treason of the blood.
Fathersfrom hence trust not your Daughters minds
By what you see them act. Is there not Charmes
By which the propertie of Youthand Maidhood
May be abus'd? Haue you not read Rodorigo
Of some such thing?

Rod. Yes Sir: I haue indeed

Bra. Call vp my Brother: oh would you had had her.
Some one waysome another. Doe you know
Where we may apprehend herand the Moore?

Rod. I thinke I can discouer himif you please
To get good Guardand go along with me

Bra. Pray you lead on. At euery house Ile call
(I may command at most) get Weapons (hoa)
And raise some speciall Officers of might:
On good RodorigoI will deserue your paines.


Scena Secunda.

Enter OthelloIagoAttendantswith Torches.

Ia. Though in the trade of Warre I haue slaine men
Yet do I hold it very stuffe o'th' conscience
To do no contriu'd Murder: I lacke Iniquitie
Sometime to do me seruice. Nineor ten times

I had thought t'haue yerk'd him here vnder the Ribbes

Othello. 'Tis better as it is

Iago. Nay but he prated

And spoke such scuruyand prouoking termes

Against your Honorthat with the little godlinesse I haue

I did full hard forbeare him. But I pray you Sir

Are you fast married? Be assur'd of this

That the Magnifico is much belou'd

And hath in his effect a voice potentiall

As double as the Dukes: He will diuorce you.

Or put vpon youwhat restraint or greeuance

The Law (with all his mightto enforce it on)

Will giue him Cable

Othel. Let him do his spight;

My Seruiceswhich I haue done the Signorie

Shall out-tongue his Complaints. 'Tis yet to know

Which when I knowthat boasting is an Honour

I shall promulgate. I fetch my life and being

From Men of Royall Seige. And my demerites

May speake (vnbonnetted) to as proud a Fortune

As this that I haue reach'd. For know Iago

But that I loue the gentle Desdemona

I would not my vnhoused free condition

Put into Circumscriptionand Confine

For the Seas worth. But lookewhat Lights come yond?

Enter Cassiowith Torches.

Iago. Those are the raised Fatherand his Friends:
You were best go in

Othel. Not I: I must be found.

My Partsmy Titleand my perfect Soule

Shall manifest me rightly. Is it they?
Iago. By IanusI thinke no

Othel. The Seruants of the Dukes?

And my Lieutenant?

The goodnesse of the Night vpon you (Friends)

What is the Newes?
Cassio. The Duke do's greet you (Generall)

And he requires your hastePost-haste appearance

Euen on the instant

Othello. What is the matterthinke you?

Cassio. Something from Cyprusas I may diuine:

It is a businesse of some heate. The Gallies

Haue sent a dozen sequent Messengers

This very nightat one anothers heeles:

And many of the Consulsrais'd and met

Are at the Dukes already. You haue bin hotly call'd for

When being not at your Lodging to be found

The Senate hath sent about three seuerall Quests

To search you out

Othel. 'Tis well I am found by you:

I will but spend a word here in the house

And goe with you

Cassio. Aunciantwhat makes he heere?
Iago. Faithhe to night hath boarded a Land Carract

If it proue lawfull prizehe's made for euer

Cassio. I do not vnderstand

Iago. He's married

Cassio. To who?
Iago. Marry to- Come Captainewill you go?
Othel. Haue with you

Cassio. Here comes another Troope to seeke for you.

Enter BrabantioRodorigowith Officersand Torches.

Iago. It is Brabantio: Generall be aduis'd
He comes to bad intent

Othello. Hollastand there

Rodo. Signiorit is the Moore

Bra. Downe with himTheefe

Iago. YouRodorigo? Come SirI am for you

Othe. Keepe vp your bright Swordsfor the dew will
rust them. Good Signioryou shall more command with
yearesthen with your Weapons

Bra. Oh thou foule Theefe
Where hast thou stow'd my Daughter?
Damn'd as thou artthou hast enchaunted her
For Ile referre me to all things of sense
(If she in Chaines of Magick were not bound)
Whether a Maidso tenderFaireand Happie
So opposite to Marriagethat she shun'd
The wealthy curled Deareling of our Nation
Would euer haue (t' encurre a generall mocke)
Run from her Guardage to the sootie bosome
Of such a thing as thou: to fearenot to delight?
Iudge me the worldif 'tis not grosse in sense
That thou hast practis'd on her with foule Charmes
Abus'd her delicate Youthwith Drugs or Minerals
That weakens Motion. Ile haue't disputed on
'Tis probableand palpable to thinking;
I therefore apprehend and do attach thee
For an abuser of the Worlda practiser
Of Arts inhibitedand out of warrant;
Lay hold vpon himif he do resist
Subdue himat his perill

Othe. Hold your hands
Both you of my incliningand the rest.
Were it my Cue to fightI should haue knowne it
Without a Prompter. Whether will you that I goe
To answere this your charge?

Bra. To Prisontill fit time
Of Lawand course of direct Session
Call thee to answer

Othe. What if I do obey?
How may the Duke be therewith satisfi'd
Whose Messengers are heere about my side
Vpon some present businesse of the State

To bring me to him

Officer. 'Tis true most worthy Signior
The Dukes in Counselland your Noble selfe
I am sure is sent for

Bra. How? The Duke in Counsell?
In this time of the night? Bring him away;
Mine's not an idle Cause. The Duke himselfe
Or any of my Brothers of the State
Cannot but feele this wrongas 'twere their owne:
For if such Actions may haue passage free
Bond-slauesand Pagans shall our Statesmen be.


Scaena Tertia.

Enter DukeSenatorsand Officers.

Duke. There's no composition in this Newes
That giues them Credite

1.Sen. Indeedthey are disproportioned;
My Letters saya Hundred and seuen Gallies

Duke. And mine a Hundred fortie

2.Sena. And mine two Hundred:
But though they iumpe not on a iust accompt
(As in these Cases where the ayme reports
'Tis oft with difference) yet do they all confirme
A Turkish Fleeteand bearing vp to Cyprus

Duke. Nayit is possible enough to iudgement:
I do not so secure me in the Error
But the maine Article I do approue
In fearefull sense

Saylor within. What hoawhat hoawhat hoa.

Enter Saylor.

Officer. A Messenger from the Gallies

Duke. Now? What's the businesse?

Sailor. The Turkish Preparation makes for Rhodes
So was I bid report here to the State
By Signior Angelo

Duke. How say you by this change?

1.Sen. This cannot be
By no assay of reason. 'Tis a Pageant
To keepe vs in false gazewhen we consider
Th' importancie of Cyprus to the Turke;
And let our selues againe but vnderstand
That as it more concernes the Turke then Rhodes
So may he with more facile question beare it
For that it stands not in such Warrelike brace
But altogether lackes th' abilities
That Rhodes is dress'd in. If we make thought of this
We must not thinke the Turke is so vnskillfull
To leaue that latestwhich concernes him first
Neglecting an attempt of easeand gaine

To wakeand wage a danger profitlesse

Duke. Nayin all confidence he's not for Rhodes

Officer. Here is more Newes.

Enter a Messenger.

Messen. The OttamitesReueren'dand Gracious
Steering with due course toward the Ile of Rhodes
Haue there inioynted them with an after Fleete

1.Sen. Iso I thought: how manyas you guesse?

Mess. Of thirtie Saile: and now they do re-stem
Their backward coursebearing with frank appearance
Their purposes toward Cyprus. Signior Montano
Your trustie and most Valiant Seruitour
With his free dutierecommends you thus
And prayes you to beleeue him

Duke. 'Tis certaine then for Cyprus:
Marcus Luccicos is not he in Towne?
1.Sen. He's now in Florence

Duke. Write from vs
To himPostPost-hastedispatch

1.Sen. Here comes Brabantioand the Valiant Moore.

Enter BrabantioOthelloCassioIagoRodorigoand Officers.

Duke. Valiant Othellowe must straight employ you
Against the generall Enemy Ottoman.
I did not see you: welcome gentle Signior
We lack't your Counsaileand your helpe to night

Bra. So did I yours: Good your Grace pardon me.
Neither my placenor ought I heard of businesse
Hath rais'd me from my bed; nor doth the generall care
Take hold on me. For my perticular griefe
Is of so flood-gateand ore-bearing Nature
That it englutsand swallowes other sorrowes
And it is still it selfe

Duke. Why? What's the matter?
Bra. My Daughter: oh my Daughter!
Sen. Dead?
Bra. Ito me.

She is abus'dstolne from meand corrupted
By Spelsand Medicinesbought of Mountebanks;
For Natureso prepostrously to erre
(Being not deficientblindor lame of sense)
Sans witch-craft could not

Duke. Who ere he bethat in this foule proceeding
Hath thus beguil'd your Daughter of her selfe
And you of her; the bloodie Booke of Law
You shall your selfe readin the bitter letter
After your owne sense: yeathough our proper Son
Stood in your Action

Bra. Humbly I thanke your Grace
Here is the man; this Moorewhom now it seemes
Your speciall Mandatefor the State affaires

Hath hither brought

All. We are verie sorry for't

Duke. What in your owne partcan you say to this?
Bra. Nothingbut this is so

Othe. Most PotentGraueand Reueren'd Signiors
My very Nobleand approu'd good Masters;
That I haue tane away this old mans Daughter
It is most true: true I haue married her;
The verie headand front of my offending
Hath this extent; no more. Rude am Iin my speech
And little bless'd with the soft phrase of Peace;
For since these Armes of minehad seuen yeares pith
Till nowsome nine Moones wastedthey haue vs'd
Their deerest actionin the Tented Field:
And little of this great world can I speake
More then pertaines to Feats of Broilesand Battaile
And therefore little shall I grace my cause
In speaking for my selfe. Yet(by your gratious patience)
I will a round vn-varnish'd Tale deliuer
Of my whole course of Loue.
What Druggeswhat Charmes
What Coniurationand what mighty Magicke
(For such proceeding I am charg'd withall)
I won his Daughter

Bra. A Maidenneuer bold:
Of Spirit so stilland quietthat her Motion
Blush'd at her selfeand shein spight of Nature
Of Yearesof CountryCrediteeuery thing
To fall in Louewith what she fear'd to looke on;
It is a iudgement main'dand most imperfect.
That will confesse Perfection so could erre
Against all rules of Natureand must be driuen
To find out practises of cunning hell
Why this should be. I therefore vouch againe
That with some Mixturespowrefull o're the blood
Or with some Dram(coniur'd to this effect)
He wrought vpon her.
To vouch thisis no proofe
Without more widerand more ouer Test
Then these thin habitsand poore likely-hoods
Of moderne seemingdo prefer against him

Sen. But Othellospeake
Did youby indirectand forced courses
Subdueand poyson this yong Maides affections?
Or came it by requestand such faire question
As souleto soule affordeth?

Othel. I do beseech you
Send for the Lady to the Sagitary
And let her speake of me before her Father;
If you do finde me foulein her report
The Trustthe OfficeI do hold of you
Not onely take awaybut let your Sentence
Euen fall vpon my life

Duke. Fetch Desdemona hither

Othe. Aunciantconduct them:
You best know the place.
And tell she comeas truely as to heauen

I do confesse the vices of my blood
So iustly to your Graue earesIle present
How I did thriue in this faire Ladies loue
And she in mine

Duke. Say it Othello

Othe. Her Father lou'd meoft inuited me:

Still question'd me the Storie of my life

From yeare to yeare: the BattaileSiegesFortune

That I haue past.

I ran it througheuen from my boyish daies

Toth' very moment that he bad me tell it.

Wherein I spoke of most disastrous chances:

Of mouing Accidents by Flood and Field

Of haire-breadth scapes i'th' imminent deadly breach;

Of being taken by the Insolent Foe

And sold to slauery. Of my redemption thence

And portance in my Trauellours historie.

Wherein of Antars vastand Desarts idle

Rough QuarriesRocksHillswhose head touch heauen

It was my hint to speake. Such was my Processe

And of the Canibals that each others eate

The Antropophagueand men whose heads

Grew beneath their shoulders. These things to heare

Would Desdemona seriously incline:

But still the house Affaires would draw her hence:

Which euer as she could with haste dispatch

She'l'd come againeand with a greedie eare

Deuoure vp my discourse. Which I obseruing

Tooke once a pliant houreand found good meanes

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 instinctiuely: I did consent

And often did beguile her of her teares

When I did speake of some distressefull stroke

That my youth suffer'd: My Storie being done

She gaue me for my paines a world of kisses:

She swore in faith 'twas strange: 'twas passing strange

'Twas pittifull: 'twas wondrous pittifull.

She wish'd she had not heard ityet she wish'd

That Heauen had made her such a man. She thank'd me

And bad meif I had a Friend that lou'd her

I should but teach him how to tell my Story

And that would wooe her. Vpon this hint I spake

She lou'd me for the dangers I had past

And I lou'd herthat she did pitty them.

This onely is the witch-craft I haue vs'd.

Here comes the Ladie: Let her witnesse it.

Enter DesdemonaIagoAttendants.

Duke. I thinke this tale would win my Daughter too

Good Brabantiotake vp this mangled matter at the best:

Men do their broken Weapons rather vse

Then their bare hands

Bra. I pray you heare her speake?

If she confesse that she was halfe the wooer

Destruction on my headif my bad blame

Light on the man. Come hither gentle Mistris

Do you perceiue in all this Noble Companie

Where most you owe obedience?

Des. My Noble Father
I do perceiue heere a diuided dutie.
To you I am bound for lifeand education:
My life and education both do learne me
How to respect you. You are the Lord of duty
I am hitherto your Daughter. But heere's my Husband;
And so much dutieas my Mother shew'd
To youpreferring you before her Father:
So much I challengethat I may professe
Due to the Moore my Lord

Bra. God be with you: I haue done.
Please it your Graceon to the State Affaires;
I had rather to adopt a Childthen get it.
Come hither Moore;
I here do giue thee that with all my heart
Which but thou hast alreadywith all my heart
I would keepe from thee. For your sake (Iewell)
I am glad at souleI haue no other Child
For thy escape would teach me Tirranie
To hang clogges on them. I haue done my Lord

Duke. Let me speake like your selfe:
And lay a Sentence
Which as a griseor step may helpe these Louers.
When remedies are pastthe griefes are ended
By seeing the worstwhich late on hopes depended.
To mourne a Mischeefe that is past and gon
Is the next way to draw new mischiefe on.
What cannot be preseru'dwhen Fortune takes:
Patienceher Iniury a mock'ry makes.
The rob'd that smilessteales something from the Thiefe
He robs himselfethat spends a bootelesse griefe

Bra. So let the Turke of Cyprus vs beguile
We loose it not so long as we can smile:
He beares the Sentence wellthat nothing beares
But the free comfort which from thence he heares.
But he beares both the Sentenceand the sorrow
That to pay griefemust of poore Patience borrow.
These Sentencesto Sugaror to Gall
Being strong on both sidesare Equiuocall.
But words are wordsI neuer yet did heare:
That the bruized heart was pierc'd through the eares.
I humbly beseech you proceed to th' Affaires of State

Duke. The Turke with a most mighty Preparation
makes for Cyprus: Othellothe Fortitude of the place is
best knowne to you. And though we haue there a Substitute
of most allowed sufficiencie; yet opiniona more
soueraigne Mistris of Effectsthrowes a more safer
voice on you: you must therefore be content to slubber
the glosse of your new Fortuneswith this more stubborne
and boystrous expedition

Othe. The Tirant Customemost Graue Senators
Hath made the flinty and Steele Coach of Warre
My thrice-driuen bed of Downe. I do agnize
A Naturall and prompt Alacratie
I finde in hardnesse: and do vndertake
This present Warres against the Ottamites.
Most humbly therefore bending to your State
I craue fit disposition for my Wife
Due reference of Placeand Exhibition

With such Accomodation and besort
As leuels with her breeding

Duke. Why at her Fathers?
Bra. I will not haue it so

Othe. Nor I

Des. Nor would I there recide
To put my Father in impatient thoughts
By being in his eye. Most Gracious Duke
To my vnfoldinglend your prosperous eare
And let me finde a Charter in your voice
T' assist my simplenesse

Duke. What would you Desdemona?

Des. That I loue the Mooreto liue with him
My downe-right violenceand storme of Fortunes
May trumpet to the world. My heart's subdu'd
Euen 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 soule and Fortunes consecrate.
So that (deere Lords) if I be left behind
A Moth of Peaceand he go to the Warre
The Rites for why I loue himare bereft me:
And I a heauie interim shall support
By his deere absence. Let me go with him

Othe. Let her haue your voice.
Vouch with me HeauenI therefore beg it not
To please the pallate of my Appetite:
Nor to comply with heat the yong affects
In my defunctand proper satisfaction.
But to be freeand bounteous to her minde:
And Heauen defend your good soulesthat you thinke
I will your serious and great businesse scant
When she is with me. Nowhen light wing'd Toyes
Of feather'd Cupidseele with wanton dulnesse
My speculatiueand offic'd Instrument:
That my Disports corruptand taint my businesse:
Let House-wiues make a Skillet of my Helme
And all indigneand base aduersities
Make head against my Estimation

Duke. Be it as you shall priuately determine
Either for her stayor going: th' Affaire cries hast:
And speed must answer it

Sen. You must away to night

Othe. With all my heart

Duke. At nine i'th' morninghere wee'l meete againe.
Othelloleaue some Officer behind
And he shall our Commission bring to you:
And such things else of qualitie and respect
As doth import you

Othe. So please your Gracemy Ancient
A man he is of honesty and trust:
To his conueyance I assigne my wife
With what else needfullyour good Grace shall think
To be sent after me

Duke. Let it be so:
Good night to euery one. And Noble Signior
If Vertue no delighted Beautie lacke
Your Son-in-law is farre more Faire then Blacke

Sen. Adieu braue Moorevse Desdemona well

Bra. Looke to her (Moore) if thou hast eies to see:
She ha's deceiu'd her Fatherand may thee.

Othe. My life vpon her faith. Honest Iago
My Desdemona must I leaue to thee:
I prythee let thy wife attend on her
And bring them after in the best aduantage.
Come DesdemonaI haue but an houre
Of Loueof wordly matterand direction
To spend with thee. We must obey the time.

Rod. Iago

Iago. What saist thou Noble heart?
Rod. What will I dothink'st thou?
Iago. Why go to bed and sleepe

Rod. I will incontinently drowne my selfe

Iago. If thou do'stI shall neuer loue thee after. Why
thou silly Gentleman?

Rod. It is sillynesse to liuewhen to liue is torment:
and then haue we a prescription to dyewhen death is
our Physition

Iago. Oh villanous: I haue look'd vpon the world
for foure times seuen yearesand since I could distinguish
betwixt a Benefitand an Iniurie: I neuer found man that
knew how to loue himselfe. Ere I would sayI would
drowne my selfe for the loue of a Gynney HenI would
change my Humanity with a Baboone

Rod. What should I do? I confesse it is my shame
to be so fondbut it is not in my vertue to amend it

Iago. Vertue? A figge'tis in our selues that we are
thusor thus. Our Bodies are our Gardensto the which
our Wills are Gardiners. So that if we will plant Nettels
or sowe Lettice: Set Hisopeand weede vp Time:
Supplie it with one gender of Hearbesor distract it with
many: either to haue it sterrill with idlenesseor manured
with Industrywhy the powerand Corrigeable authoritie
of this lies in our Wills. If the braine of our liues
had not one Scale of Reasonto poize another of Sensualitie
the bloodand basenesse of our Natures would
conduct vs to most prepostrous Conclusions. But we
haue Reason to coole our raging Motionsour carnall
Stingsor vnbitted Lusts: whereof I take thisthat you
call Loueto be a Sector Seyen

Rod. It cannot be

Iago. It is meerly a Lust of the bloodand a permission
of the will. Comebe a man: drowne thy selfe? Drown

Catsand blind Puppies. I haue profest me thy Friend
and I confesse me knit to thy deseruingwith Cables of
perdurable toughnesse. I could neuer better steed thee
then now. Put Money in thy purse: follow thou the
Warresdefeate thy fauourwith an vsurp'd Beard. I say
put Money in thy purse. It cannot be long that Desdemona
should continue her loue to the Moore. Put Money in
thy purse: nor he his to her. It was a violent Commencement
in herand thou shalt see an answerable Sequestration
put but Money in thy purse. These Moores
are changeable in their wils: fill thy purse with Money.
The Food that to him now is as lushious as Locusts
shalbe to him shortlyas bitter as Coloquintida. She
must change for youth: when she is sated with his body
she will find the errors of her choice. Thereforeput Money
in thy purse. If thou wilt needs damne thy selfedo
it a more delicate way then drowning. Make all the Money
thou canst: If Sanctimonieand a fraile vowbetwixt
an erring Barbarianand super-subtle Venetian be
not too hard for my witsand all the Tribe of hellthou
shalt enioy her: therefore make Money: a pox of drowning
thy selfeit is cleane out of the way. Seeke thou rather
to be hang'd in Compassing thy ioythen to be
drown'dand go without her

Rodo. Wilt thou be fast to my hopesif I depend on
the issue?

Iago. Thou art sure of me: Go make Money: I haue
told thee oftenand I re-tell thee againeand againeI
hate the Moore. My cause is hearted; thine hath no lesse
reason. Let vs be coniunctiue in our reuengeagainst
him. If thou canst Cuckold himthou dost thy selfe a
pleasureme a sport. There are many Euents in the
Wombe of Timewhich wilbe deliuered. Trauersego
prouide thy Money. We will haue more of this to morrow.

Rod. Where shall we meete i'th' morning?
Iago. At my Lodging

Rod. Ile be with thee betimes

Iago. Go toofarewell. Do you heare Rodorigo?
Rod. Ile sell all my Land.

Iago. Thus do I euer make my Foolemy purse:
For I mine owne gain'd knowledge should prophane
If I would time expend with such Snipe
But for my Sportand Profit: I hate the Moore
And it is thought abroadthat 'twixt my sheets
She ha's done my Office. I know not if't be true
But Ifor meere suspition in that kinde
Will doas if for Surety. He holds me well
The better shall my purpose worke on him:
Cassio's a proper man: Let me see now
To get his Placeand to plume vp my will
In double Knauery. How? How? Let's see.
After some timeto abuse Othello's eares
That he is too familiar with his wife:
He hath a personand a smooth dispose
To be suspected: fram'd to make women false.
The Moore is of a freeand open Nature
That thinkes men honestthat but seeme to be so

And will as tenderly be lead by'th' Nose
As Asses are:
I hau't: it is engendred: Helland Night
Must bring this monstrous Birthto the worlds light.

Actus Secundus. Scena Prima.

Enter Montanoand two Gentlemen.

Mon. What from the Capecan you discerne at Sea?

1.Gent. Nothing at allit is a high wrought Flood:
I cannot 'twixt the Heauenand the Maine
Descry a Saile

Mon. Me thinksthe wind hath spoke aloud at Land
A fuller blast ne're shooke our Battlements:
If it hath ruffiand so vpon the Sea
What ribbes of Oakewhen Mountaines melt on them
Can hold the Morties. What shall we heare of this?

2 A Segregation of the Turkish Fleet:
For do but stand vpon the Foaming Shore
The chidden Billow seemes to pelt the Clowds
The winde-shak'd-Surgewith high & monstrous Maine
Seemes to cast water on the burning Beare
And quench the Guards of th' euer-fixed Pole:
I neuer did like mollestation view
On the enchafed Flood

Men. If that the Turkish Fleete
Be not enshelter'dand embay'dthey are drown'd
It is impossible to beare it out.
Enter a Gentleman.

3 Newes Laddes: our warres are done:
The desperate Tempest hath so bang'd the Turkes
That their designement halts. A Noble ship of Venice
Hath seene a greeuous wracke and sufferance
On most part of their Fleet

Mon. How? Is this true?

3 The Ship is heere put in: A VerennessaMichael Cassio
Lieutenant to the warlike MooreOthello
Is come on Shore: the Moore himselfe at Sea
And is in full Commission heere for Cyprus

Mon. I am glad on't:
'Tis a worthy Gouernour

3 But this same Cassiothough he speake of comfort
Touching the Turkish losseyet he lookes sadly
And praye the Moore be safe; for they were parted
With fowle and violent Tempest

Mon. Pray Heauens he be:
For I haue seru'd himand the man commands
Like a full Soldier. Let's to the Sea-side (hoa)
As well to see the Vessell that's come in
As to throw-out our eyes for braue Othello
Euen till we make the Maineand th' Eriall blew
An indistinct regard

Gent. Comelet's do so;
For euery Minute is expectancie
Of more Arriuancie.

Enter Cassio.

Cassi. Thankes youthe valiant of the warlike Isle
That so approoue the Moore: Oh let the Heauens
Giue him defence against the Elements
For I haue lost him on a dangerous Sea

Mon. Is he well ship'd?

Cassio. His Barke is stoutly Timber'dand his Pylot
Of verie expertand approu'd Allowance;
Therefore my hope's (not surfetted to death)
Stand in bold Cure

Within. A Sailea Sailea Saile

Cassio. What noise?
Gent. The Towne is empty; on the brow o'th' Sea
Stand rankes of People and they crya Saile

Cassio. My hopes do shape him for the Gouernor

Gent. They do discharge their Shot of Courtesie
Our Friendsat least

Cassio. I pray you Sirgo forth
And giue vs truth who 'tis that is arriu'd

Gent. I shall.

Mon. But good Lieutenantis your Generall wiu'd?

Cassio. Most fortunately: he hath atchieu'd a Maid
That paragons descriptionand wilde Fame:
One that excels the quirkes of Blazoning pens
And in th' essentiall Vesture of Creation
Do's tyre the Ingeniuer.
Enter Gentleman.

How now? Who ha's put in?
Gent. 'Tis one IagoAuncient to the Generall

Cassio. Ha's had most fauourableand happie speed:
Tempests themselueshigh Seasand howling windes
The gutter'd-Rockesand Congregated Sands
Traitors ensteep'dto enclogge the guiltlesse Keele
As hauing sence of Beautiedo omit
Their mortall Naturesletting go safely by
The Diuine Desdemona

Mon. What is she?

Cassio. She that I spake of:
Our great Captains Captaine
Left in the conduct of the bold Iago
Whose footing heere anticipates our thoughts
A Senights speed. Great IoueOthello guard
And swell his Saile with thine owne powrefull breath
That he may blesse this Bay with his tall Ship
Make loues quicke pants in Desdemonaes Armes
Giue renew'd fire to our extincted Spirits.

Enter DesdemonaIagoRodorigoand Aemilia.

Oh behold
The Riches of the Ship is come on shore:

You men of Cypruslet her haue your knees.
Haile to thee Ladie: and the grace of Heauen
Beforebehinde theeand on euery hand
Enwheele thee round

Des. I thanke youValiant Cassio
What tydings can you tell of my Lord?
Cas. He is not yet arriu'dnor know I ought
But that he's welland will be shortly heere

Des. Ohbut I feare:
How lost you company?
Cassio. The great Contention of Seaand Skies
Parted our fellowship. But hearkea Saile

Within. A Sailea Saile

Gent. They giue this greeting to the Cittadell:
This likewise is a Friend

Cassio. See for the Newes:
Good Ancientyou are welcome. Welcome Mistris:
Let it not gaule your patience (good Iago)
That I extend my Manners. 'Tis my breeding
That giues me this bold shew of Curtesie

Iago. Sirwould she giue you so much of her lippes
As of her tongue she oft bestowes on me
You would haue enough

Des. Alas: she ha's no speech

Iago. Infaith too much:
I finde it stillwhen I haue leaue to sleepe.
Marry before your LadyshipI grant
She puts her tongue a little in her heart
And chides with thinking

aemil. You haue little cause to say so

Iago. Come oncome on: you are Pictures out of
doore: Bells in your Parlours: Wilde-Cats in your Kitchens:
Saints in your Iniuries: Diuels being offended:
Players in your Huswiferieand Huswiues in your

Des. Ohfie vpon theeSlanderer

Iago. Nayit is true: or else I am a Turke
You rise to playand go to bed to worke.
Aemil. You shall not write my praise

Iago. Nolet me not

Desde. What would'st write of meif thou should'st
praise me?
Iago. Ohgentle Ladydo not put me too't
For I am nothingif not Criticall

Des. Come onassay.
There's one gone to the Harbour?
Iago. I Madam

Des. I am not merry: but I do beguile

The thing I amby seeming otherwise.
Comehow would'st thou praise me?

Iago. I am about itbut indeed my inuention comes
from my pateas Birdlyme do's from Freezeit pluckes
out Braines and all. But my Muse laboursand thus she
is deliuer'd.
If she be faireand wise: fairenesseand wit
The ones for vsethe other vseth it

Des. Well prais'd:
How if she be Blacke and Witty?
Iago. If she be blackeand thereto haue a wit
She'le find a whitethat shall her blacknesse fit

Des. Worseand worse.
Aemil. How if Faireand Foolish?
Iago. She neuer yet was foolish that was faire
For euen her folly helpt her to an heire

Desde. These are old fond Paradoxesto make Fooles
laugh i'th' Alehouse. What miserable praise hast thou
for her that's Fouleand Foolish

Iago. There's none so foule and foolish thereunto
But do's foule prankswhich faireand wise-ones do

Desde. Oh heauy ignorance: thou praisest the worst
best. But what praise could'st thou bestow on a deseruing
woman indeed? Onethat in the authorithy of her
meritdid iustly put on the vouch of very malice it

Iago. She that was euer faireand neuer proud
Had Tongue at willand yet was neuer loud:
Neuer lackt Goldand yet went neuer gay
Fled from her wishand yet said now I may.
She that being angredher reuenge being nie
Bad her wrong stayand her displeasure flie:
She that in wisedome neuer was so fraile
To change the Cods-head for the Salmons taile:
She that could thinkeand neu'r disclose her mind
See Suitors followingand not looke behind:
She was a wight(if euer such wightes were)

Des. To do what?
Iago. To suckle Foolesand chronicle small Beere

Desde. Oh most lame and impotent conclusion. Do
not learne of him aemilliathough he be thy husband.
How say you (Cassio) is he not a most prophaneand liberall

Cassio. He speakes home (Madam) you may rellish
him more in the Souldierthen in the Scholler

Iago. He takes her by the palme: Iwell saidwhisper.
With as little a web as thiswill I ensnare as great
a Fly as Cassio. I smile vpon herdo: I will giue thee
in thine owne Courtship. You say true'tis so indeed.
If such tricks as these strip you out of your Lieutenantrie
it had beene better you had not kiss'd your three fingers
so oftwhich now againe you are most apt to play
the Sirin. Very good: well kiss'dand excellent Curtsie:
'tis so indeed. Yet againeyour fingers to your
lippes? Would they were Cluster-pipes for your

The Moore I know his Trumpet

Cassio. 'Tis truely so

Des. Let's meete himand recieue him

Cassio. Loewhere he comes.
Enter Othelloand Attendants.

Oth. Omy faire Warriour

Des. My deere Othello

Othe. It giues me wonder greatas my content
To see you heere before me.
Oh my Soules Ioy:
If after euery Tempestcome such Calmes
May the windes blowtill they haue waken'd death:
And let the labouring Barke climbe hills of Seas
Olympus high: and duck againe as low
As hell's from Heauen. If it were now to dye
'Twere now to be most happy. For I feare
My Soule hath her content so absolute
That not another comfort like to this
Succeedes in vnknowne Fate

Des. The Heauens forbid
But that our Loues
And Comforts should encrease
Euen as our dayes do grow

Othe. Amen to that (sweet Powers)
I cannot speake enough of this content
It stoppes me heere: it is too much of ioy.
And thisand this the greatest discords be
That ere our hearts shall make

Iago. Oh you are well tun'd now: But Ile set downe
the peggs that make this Musickeas honest as I am

Othe. Come: let vs to the Castle.
Newes (Friends) our Warres are done:
The Turkes are drown'd.
How do's my old Acquaintance of this Isle?
(Hony) you shall be well desir'd in Cyprus
I haue found great loue among'st them. Oh my Sweet
I prattle out of fashionand I doate
In mine owne comforts. I prytheegood Iago
Go to the Bayand disimbarke my Coffers:
Bring thou the Master to the Cittadell
He is a good oneand his worthynesse
Do's challenge much respect. Come Desdemona
Once more well met at Cyprus.

Exit Othello and Desdemona.

Iago. Do thou meet me presently at the Harbour.
Come thitherif thou be'st Valiant(as they say base men
being in Louehaue then a Nobilitie in their Natures
more then is natiue to them) list-me; the Lieutenant to
night watches on the Court of Guard. FirstI must tell
thee this: Desdemonais directly in loue with him

Rod. With him? Why'tis not possible

Iago. Lay thy finger thus: and let thy soule be instructed.
Marke me with what violence she first lou'd
the Moorebut for braggingand telling her fantasticall
lies. To loue him still for pratinglet not thy discreet
heart thinke it. Her eye must be fed. And what delight
shall she haue to looke on the diuell? When the Blood
is made dull with the Act of Sportthere should be a
game to enflame itand to giue Satiety a fresh appetite.
Louelinesse in fauoursimpathy in yearesManners
and Beauties: all which the Moore is defectiue in. Now
for want of these requir'd Conueniencesher delicate
tendernesse wil finde it selfe abus'dbegin to heaue the
gorgedisrellish and abhorre the Moorevery Nature wil
instruct her in itand compell her to some second choice.
Now Sirthis granted (as it is a most pregnant and vnforc'd
position) who stands so eminent in the degree of
this Fortuneas Cassio do's: a knaue very voluble: no
further conscionablethen in putting on the meere forme
of Ciuilland Humaine seemingfor the better compasse
of his saltand most hidden loose Affection? Why none
why none: A slipperand subtle knauea finder of occasion:
that he's an eye can stampeand counterfeit Aduantages
though true Aduantage neuer present it selfe.
A diuelish knaue: besidesthe knaue is handsomeyoung:
and hath all those requisites in himthat folly and greene
mindes looke after. A pestilent compleat knaueand the
woman hath found him already

Rodo. I cannot beleeue that in hershe's full of most
bless'd condition

Iago. Bless'd figges-end. The Wine she drinkes is
made of grapes. If shee had beene bless'dshee would
neuer haue lou'd the Moore: Bless'd pudding. Didst thou
not see her paddle with the palme of his hand? Didst not
marke that?

Rod. Yesthat I did: but that was but curtesie

Iago . Leacherie by this hand: an Indexand obscure
prologue to the History of Lust and foule Thoughts.
They met so neere with their lippesthat their breathes
embrac'd together. Villanous thoughts Rodorigowhen
these mutabilities so marshall the wayhard at hand
comes the Masterand maine exerciseth' incorporate
conclusion: Pish. But Sirbe you rul'd by me. I haue
brought you from Venice. Watch you to night: for
the CommandIle lay't vpon you. Cassio knowes you
not: Ile not be farre from you. Do you finde some occasion
to anger Cassioeither by speaking too loudor
tainting his disciplineor from what other course
you pleasewhich the time shall more fauorably minister

Rod. Well

Iago. Sirhe's rashand very sodaine in Choller: and
happely may strike at youprouoke him that he may: for
euen out of that will I cause these of Cyprus to Mutiny.
Whose qualification shall come into no true taste againe
but by the displanting of Cassio. So shall you
haue a shorter iourney to your desiresby the meanes I
shall then haue to preferre them. And the impediment
most profitably remouedwithout the which there were
no expectation of our prosperitie

Rodo. I will do thisif you can bring it to any opportunity

Iago. I warrant thee. Meete me by and by at the
Cittadell. I must fetch his Necessaries a Shore. Farewell

Rodo. Adieu.

Iago. That Cassio loues herI do well beleeu't:
That she loues him'tis aptand of great Credite.
The Moore (howbeit that I endure him not)
Is of a constantlouingNoble Nature
And I dare thinkehe'le proue to Desdemona
A most deere husband. Now I do loue her too
Not out of absolute Lust(though peraduenture
I stand accomptant for as great a sin)
But partely led to dyet my Reuenge
For that I do suspect the lustie Moore
Hath leap'd into my Seate. The thought whereof
Doth (like a poysonous Minerall) gnaw my Inwardes:
And nothing canor shall content my Soule
Till I am eeuen'd with himwifefor wife.
Or fayling soyet that I put the Moore
At least into a Ielouzie so strong
That iudgement cannot cure. Which thing to do
If this poore Trash of Venicewhom I trace
For his quicke huntingstand the putting on
Ile haue our Michael Cassio on the hip
Abuse him to the Moorein the right garbe
(For I feare Cassio with my Night-Cape too)
Make the Moore thanke meloue meand reward me
For making him egregiously an Asse
And practising vpon his peaceand quiet
Euen to madnesse. 'Tis heere: but yet confus'd
Knaueries plaine faceis neuer seenetill vs'd.

Scena Secunda.

Enter Othello's Herald with a Proclamation.

Herald. It is Othello's pleasureour Noble and Valiant
Generall. That vpon certaine tydings now arriu'd
importing the meere perdition of the Turkish Fleete:
euery man put himselfe into Triumph. Some to daunce
some to make Bonfireseach manto what Sport and
Reuels his addition leads him. For besides these beneficiall
Newesit is the Celebration of his Nuptiall. So
much was his pleasure should be proclaimed. All offices
are open& there is full libertie of Feasting from this
present houre of fiuetill the Bell haue told eleuen.
Blesse the Isle of Cyprusand our Noble Generall Othello.

Enter OthelloDesdemonaCassioand Attendants.

Othe. Good Michaellooke you to the guard to night.
Let's teach our selues that Honourable stop
Not to out-sport discretion

Cas. Iagohath direction what to do.
But notwithstanding with my personall eye

Will I looke to't

Othe. Iagois most honest:
Michaelgoodnight. To morrow with your earliest
Let me haue speech with you. Come my deere Loue
The purchase madethe fruites are to ensue
That profit's yet to come 'tweene meand you.

Enter Iago.

Cas. Welcome Iago: we must to the Watch

Iago. Not this houre Lieutenant: 'tis not yet ten
o'th' clocke. Our Generall cast vs thus earely for the
loue of his Desdemona: Wholet vs not therefore blame;
he hath not yet made wanton the night with her: and
she is sport for Ioue

Cas. She's a most exquisite Lady

Iago. And Ile warrant herfull of Game

Cas. Indeed shes a most fresh and delicate creature

Iago. What an eye she ha's?
Me thinkes it sounds a parley to prouocation

Cas. An inuiting eye:
And yet me thinkes right modest

Iago. And when she speakes
Is it not an Alarum to Loue?
Cas. She is indeed perfection

Iago. Well: happinesse to their Sheetes. Come Lieutenant
I haue a stope of Wineand heere without are a
brace of Cyprus Gallantsthat would faine haue a measure
to the health of blacke Othello

Cas. Not to nightgood IagoI haue very poore
and vnhappie Braines for drinking. I could well wish
Curtesie would inuent some other Custome of entertainment

Iago. Ohthey are our Friends: but one CupIle
drinke for you

Cassio. I haue drunke but one Cup to nightand that
was craftily qualified too: and behold what inouation
it makes heere. I am infortunate in the infirmityand
dare not taske my weakenesse with any more

Iago. What man? 'Tis a night of Reuelsthe Gallants
desire it

Cas. Where are they?
Iago. Heereat the doore: I pray you call them in

Cas. Ile do'tbut it dislikes me.

Iago. If I can fasten but one Cup vpon him
With that which he hath drunke to night alreadie

He'l be as full of Quarrelland offence
As my yong Mistris dogge.
Now my sicke Foole Rodorigo
Whom Loue hath turn'd almost the wrong side out
To Desdemona hath to night Carrows'd.
Potationspottle-deepe; and he's to watch.
Three else of CyprusNoble swelling Spirites
(That hold their Honours in a wary distance
The very Elements of this Warrelike Isle)
Haue I to night fluster'd with flowing Cups
And they Watch too.
Now 'mongst this Flocke of drunkards
Am I put to our Cassio in some Action
That may offend the Isle. But here they come.
Enter CassioMontanoand Gentlemen.

If Consequence do but approue my dreame
My Boate sailes freelyboth with winde and Streame

Cas. 'Fore heauenthey haue giuen me a rowse already

Mon. Good-faith a litle one: not past a pintas I am a

Iago. Some Wine hoa.
And let me the Cannakin clinkeclinke:
And let me the Cannakin clinke.
A Souldiers a man: Ohmans life's but a span
Why then let a Souldier drinke.
Some Wine Boyes

Cas. 'Fore Heauen: an excellent Song

Iago. I learn'd it in England: where indeed they are
most potent in Potting. Your Daneyour Germaine
and your swag-belly'd Hollander(drinke hoa) are
nothing to your English

Cassio. Is your Englishmen so exquisite in his drinking?

Iago. Whyhe drinkes you with facillitieyour Dane
dead drunke. He sweates not to ouerthrow your Almaine.
He giues your Hollander a vomitere the next
Pottle can be fill'd

Cas. To the health of our Generall

Mon. I am for it Lieutenant: and Ile do you Iustice

Iago. Oh sweet England.
King Stephen was anda worthy Peere
His Breeches cost him but a Crowne
He held them Six pence all to deere
With that he cal'd the Tailor Lowne:
He was a wight of high Renowne
And thou art but of low degree:
'Tis Pride that pulls the Country downe
And take thy awl'd Cloake about thee.
Some Wine hoa

Cassio. Why this is a more exquisite Song then the other

Iago. Will you heare't againe?
Cas. No: for I hold him to be vnworthy of his Place
that do's those things. Well: heau'ns aboue all: and

there be soules must be sauedand there be soules must
not be saued

Iago. It's truegood Lieutenant

Cas. For mine owne partno offence to the Generall
nor any man of qualitie: I hope to be saued

Iago. And so do I too Lieutenant

Cassio. I: (but by your leaue) not before me. The
Lieutenant is to be saued before the Ancient. Let's haue
no more of this: let's to our Affaires. Forgiue vs our
sinnes: Gentlemen let's looke to our businesse. Do not
thinke GentlemenI am drunke: this is my Ancientthis
is my right handand this is my left. I am not drunke
now: I can stand well enoughand I speake well enough

Gent. Excellent well

Cas. Why very well then: you must not thinke then
that I am drunke.

Monta. To th' Platforme (Masters) comelet's set the

Iago. You see this Fellowthat is gone before
He's a Souldierfit to stand by Caesar
And giue direction. And do but see his vice
'Tis to his vertuea iust Equinox
The one as long as th' other. 'Tis pittie of him:
I feare the trust Othello puts him in
On some odde time of his infirmitie
Will shake this Island

Mont. But is he often thus?

Iago. 'Tis euermore his prologue to his sleepe
He'le watch the Horologe a double Set
If Drinke rocke not his Cradle

Mont. It were well
The Generall were put in mind of it:
Perhaps he sees it notor his good nature
Prizes the vertue that appeares in Cassio
And lookes not on his euills: is not this true?
Enter Rodorigo.

Iago. How now Rodorigo?
I pray you after the Lieutenantgo

Mon. And 'tis great pittythat the Noble Moore
Should hazard such a Placeas his owne Second
With one of an ingraft Infirmitie
It were an honest Actionto say so
To the Moore

Iago. Not Ifor this faire Island
I do loue Cassio well: and would do much
To cure him of this euillBut hearkewhat noise?
Enter Cassio pursuing Rodorigo.

Cas. You Rogue: you Rascall

Mon. What's the matter Lieutenant?
Cas. A Knaue teach me my dutie? Ile beate the
Knaue in to a Twiggen-Bottle

Rod. Beate me?
Cas. Dost thou prateRogue?
Mon. Naygood Lieutenant:

I pray you Sirhold your hand

Cassio. Let me go (Sir)
Or Ile knocke you o're the Mazard

Mon. Comecome: you're drunke

Cassio. Drunke?

Iago. Away I say: go out and cry a Mutinie.
Nay good Lieutenant. Alas Gentlemen:
Helpe hoa. Lieutenant. Sir Montano:
Helpe Masters. Heere's a goodly Watch indeed.
Who's that which rings the Bell: Diablohoa:
The Towne will rise. Fiefie Lieutenant
You'le be asham'd for euer.
Enter Othelloand Attendants.

Othe. What is the matter heere?
Mon. I bleed stillI am hurt to th' death. He dies

Othe. Hold for your liues

Iag. Hold hoa: LieutenantSir MontanoGentlemen:
Haue you forgot all place of sense and dutie?
Hold. The Generall speaks to you: hold for shame

Oth. Why how now hoa? From whence ariseth this?
Are we turn'd Turkes? and to our selues do that
Which Heauen hath forbid the Ottamittes.
For Christian shameput by this barbarous Brawle:
He that stirs nextto carue for his owne rage
Holds his soule light: He dies vpon his Motion.
Silence that dreadfull Bellit frights the Isle
From her propriety. What is the matterMasters?
Honest Iagothat lookes dead with greeuing
Speake: who began this? On thy loue I charge thee?

Iago. I do not know: Friends allbut noweuen now.
In Quarterand in termes like Brideand Groome
Deuesting them for Bed: and thenbut now:
(As if some Planet had vnwitted men)
Swords outand tilting one at others breastes
In opposition bloody. I cannot speake
Any begining to this peeuish oddes.
And wouldin Action gloriousI had lost
Those leggesthat brought me to a part of it

Othe. How comes it (Michaell) you are thus forgot?
Cas. I pray you pardon meI cannot speake

Othe. Worthy Montanoyou were wont to be ciuill:
The grauitieand stillnesse of your youth
The world hath noted. And your name is great
In mouthes of wisest Censure. What's the matter
That you vnlace your reputation thus
And spend your rich opinionfor the name
Of a night-brawler? Giue me answer to it

Mon. Worthy OthelloI am hurt to danger
Your Officer Iagocan informe you
While I spare speech which something now offends me.
Of all that I do knownor know I ought
By methat's saidor done amisse this night
Vnlesse selfe-charitie be sometimes a vice
And to defend our seluesit be a sinne
When violence assailes vs

Othe. Now by Heauen
My blood begins my safer Guides to rule
And passion (hauing my best iudgement collied)
Assaies to leade the way. If I once stir
Or do but lift this Armethe best of you
Shall sinke in my rebuke. Giue me to know
How this foule Rout began: Who set it on
And he that is approu'd in this offence
Though he had twinn'd with meboth at a birth
Shall loose me. What in a Towne of warre
Yet wildethe peoples hearts brim-full of feare
To Manage priuateand domesticke Quarrell?
In nightand on the Court and Guard of safetie?
'Tis monstrous: Iagowho began't?

Mon. If partially Affin'dor league in office
Thou dost deliuer moreor lesse then Truth
Thou art no Souldier

Iago. Touch me not so neere
I had rather haue this tongue cut from my mouth
Then it should do offence to Michaell Cassio.
Yet I perswade my selfeto speake the truth
Shall nothing wrong him. This it is Generall:
Montano and my selfe being in speech
There comes a Fellowcrying out for helpe
And Cassio following him with determin'd Sword
To execute vpon him. Sirthis Gentleman
Steppes in to Cassioand entreats his pause:
My selfethe crying Fellow did pursue
Least by his clamour (as it so fell out)
The Towne might fall in fright. He(swift of foote)
Out-ran my purpose: and I return'd then rather
For that I heard the clinkeand fall of Swords
And Cassio high in oath: Which till to night
I nere might say before. When I came backe
(For this was briefe) I found them close together
At blowand thrusteuen as againe they were
When you your selfe 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 CassioI beleeue receiu'd
From him that fledsome strange Indignitie
Which patience could not passe

Othe. I know Iago
Thy honestieand loue doth mince this matter
Making it light to Cassio: CassioI loue thee
But neuer more be Officer of mine.
Enter Desdemona attended.

Looke if my gentle Loue be not rais'd vp:
Ile make thee an example

Des. What is the matter (Deere?)

Othe. All's wellSweeting:
Come away to bed. Sir for your hurts
My selfe will be your Surgeon. Lead him off:
Iagolooke with care about the Towne
And silence those whom this vil'd brawle distracted.
Come Desdemona'tis the Soldiers life
To haue their Balmy slumbers wak'd with strife.

Iago. What are you hurt Lieutenant?
Cas. Ipast all Surgery

Iago. Marry Heauen forbid

Cas. ReputationReputationReputation: Oh I haue
lost my Reputation. I haue lost the immortall part of
myselfeand what remaines is bestiall. My Reputation
Iagomy Reputation

Iago. As I am an honest man I had thought you had
receiued some bodily wound; there is more sence in that
then in Reputation. Reputation is an idleand most false
imposition; oft got without meritand lost without deseruing.
You haue lost no Reputation at allvnlesse you
repute your selfe such a looser. What manthere are
more wayes to recouer the Generall againe. You are
but now cast in his moode(a punishment more in policie
then in malice) euen so as one would beate his offencelesse
doggeto affright an Imperious Lyon. Sue to
him againeand he's yours

Cas. I will rather sue to be despis'dthen to deceiue
so good a Commanderwith so slightso drunkenand so
indiscreet an Officer. Drunke? And speake Parrat? And
squabble? Swagger? Sweare? And discourse Fustian
with ones owne shadow? Oh thou invisible spirit of
Wineif thou hast no name to be knowne bylet vs call
thee Diuell

Iago. What was he that you follow'd with your
Sword? What had he done to you?
Cas. I know not

Iago. Is't possible?

Cas. I remember a masse of thingsbut nothing distinctly:
a Quarrellbut nothing wherefore. Ohthat
men should put an Enemie in their mouthesto steale away
their Braines? that we should with ioypleasance
reuell and applausetransforme our selues into Beasts

Iago. Why? But you are now well enough: how
came you thus recouered?

Cas. It hath pleas'd the diuell drunkennesseto giue
place to the diuell wrathone vnperfectnesseshewes me
another to make me frankly despise my selfe

Iago. Comeyou are too seuere a Moraller. As the
Timethe Place& the Condition of this Country stands
I could hartily wish this had not befalne: but since it isas
it ismend it for your owne good

Cas. I will aske him for my Place againehe shall tell
meI am a drunkard: had I as many mouthes as Hydra

such an answer would stop them all. To be now a sensible
manby and by a Fooleand presently a Beast. Oh
strange! Euery inordinate cup is vnbless'dand the Ingredient
is a diuell

Iago. Comecome: good wineis a good familiar
Creatureif it be well vs'd: exclaime no more against it.
And good LieutenantI thinkeyou thinke I loue

Cassio. I haue well approued itSir. I drunke?

Iago. Youor any man liuingmay be drunke at a
time man. I tell you what you shall do: Our General's
Wifeis now the Generall. I may say soin this respect
for that he hath deuotedand giuen vp himselfe to the
Contemplationmarke: and deuotement of her parts
and Graces. Confesse your selfe freely to her: Importune
her helpe to put you in your place againe. She is
of so freeso kindeso aptso blessed a disposition
she holds it a vice in her goodnessenot to do more
then she is requested. This broken ioynt betweene
youand her husbandentreat her to splinter. And my
Fortunes against any lay worth namingthis cracke of
your Loueshall grow strongerthen it was before

Cassio. You aduise me well

Iago. I protest in the sinceritie of Loueand honest

Cassio. I thinke it freely: and betimes in the morning
I will beseech the vertuous Desdemona to vndertake
for me: I am desperate of my Fortunes if they check me

Iago. You are in the right: good night LieutenantI
must to the Watch

Cassio. Good nighthonest Iago.

Exit Cassio.

Iago. And what's he then
That saies I play the Villaine?
When this aduise is free I giueand honest
Proball to thinkingand indeed the course
To win the Moore againe.
For 'tis most easie
Th' inclyning Desdemona to subdue
In any honest Suite. She's fram'd as fruitefull
As the free Elements. And then for her
To win the Moorewere to renownce his Baptisme
All Sealesand Simbols of redeemed sin:
His Soule is so enfetter'd to her Loue
That she may makevnmakedo what she list
Euen as her Appetite shall play the God
With his weake Function. How am I then a Villaine
To Counsell Cassio to this paralell course
Directly to his good? Diuinitie of hell
When diuels will the blackest sinnes put on
They do suggest at first with heauenly shewes
As I do now. For whiles this honest Foole
Plies Desdemonato repaire his Fortune
And she for himpleades strongly to the Moore
Ile powre this pestilence into his eare:

That she repeales himfor her bodies Lust
And by how much she striues to do him good
She shall vndo her Credite with the Moore.
So will I turne her vertue into pitch.
And out of her owne goodnesse make the Net
That shall en-mash them all.
How now Rodorigo?
Enter Rodorigo.

Rodorigo. I do follow heere in the Chacenot
like a Hound that huntsbut one that filles vp the
Crie. My Money is almost spent; I haue bin to night
exceedingly well Cudgell'd: And I thinke the issue
will beeI shall haue so much experience for my paines;
And sowith no money at alland a little more Witreturne
againe to Venice

Iago. How poore are they that haue not Patience?
What wound did euer heale but by degrees?
Thou know'st we worke by Witand not by Witchcraft
And Wit depends on dilatory time:
Dos't not go well? Cassio hath beaten thee
And thou by that small hurt hath casheer'd Cassio:
Though other things grow faire against the Sun
Yet Fruites that blossome firstwill first be ripe:
Content thy selfea-while. Introth 'tis Morning;
Pleasureand Actionmake the houres seeme short.
Retire theego where thou art Billited:
AwayI saythou shalt know more heereafter:
Nay get thee gone.

Exit Roderigo.

Two things are to be done:
My Wife must moue for Cassio to her Mistris:
Ile set her on my selfea whileto draw the Moor apart
And bring him iumpewhen he may Cassio finde
Soliciting his wife: Ithat's the way:
Dull not Deuiceby coldnesseand delay.

Actus Tertius. Scena Prima.

Enter CassioMusitiansand Clowne.

Cassio. Mastersplay heereI wil content your paines
Something that's briefe: and bidgoodmorrow General

Clo. Why Mastershaue your Instruments bin in Naples

that they speake i'th' Nose thus?
Mus. How Sir? how?
Clo. Are these I pray youwinde Instruments?
Mus. I marry are they sir

Clo. Ohthereby hangs a tale

Mus. Whereby hangs a talesir?

Clow. Marry sirby many a winde Instrument that I
know. But Mastersheere's money for you: and the Generall
so likes your Musickthat he desires you for loues
sake to make no more noise with it

Mus. Well Sirwe will not

Clo. If you haue any Musicke that may not be heard
too't againe. But (as they say) to heare Musickethe Generall
do's not greatly care

Mus. We haue none suchsir

Clow. Then put vp your Pipes in your baggefor Ile
away. Govanish into ayreaway.

Exit Mu.

Cassio. Dost thou heare memine honest Friend?
Clo. NoI heare not your honest Friend:
I heare you

Cassio. Prythee keepe vp thy Quilletsther's a poore
peece of Gold for thee: if the Gentlewoman that attends
the Generall be stirringtell herthere's one Cassio entreats
her a little fauour of Speech. Wilt thou do this?

Clo. She is stirring sir: if she will stirre hitherI shall
seeme to notifie vnto her.

Exit Clo.

Enter Iago.

In happy timeIago

Iago. You haue not bin a-bed then?

Cassio. Why no: the day had broke before we parted.
I haue made bold (Iago) to send in to your wife:
My suite to her isthat she will to vertuous Desdemona
Procure me some accesse

Iago. Ile send her to you presently:
And Ile deuise a meane to draw the Moore
Out of the waythat your conuerse and businesse
May be more free.


Cassio. I humbly thanke you for't. I neuer knew
A Florentine more kindeand honest.
Enter aemilia.

Aemil. Goodmorrow (good Lieutenant) I am sorrie
For your displeasure: but all will sure be well.
The Generall and his wife are talking of it
And she speakes for you stoutly. The Moore replies
That he you hurt is of great Fame in Cyprus
And great Affinitie: and that in wholsome Wisedome
He might not but refuse you. But he protests he loues you
And needs no other Suitorbut his likings
To bring you in againe

Cassio. Yet I beseech you
If you thinke fitor that it may be done
Giue me aduantage of some breefe Discourse
With Desdemon alone.
Aemil. Pray you come in:
I will bestow you where you shall haue time
To speake your bosome freely

Cassio. I am much bound to you.

Scoena Secunda.

Enter OthelloIagoand Gentlemen.

Othe. These Letters giue (Iago) to the Pylot
And by him do my duties to the Senate:
That doneI will be walking on the Workes
Repaire there to mee

Iago. Wellmy good LordIle doo't

Oth. This Fortification (Gentlemen) shall we see't?
Gent. Well waite vpon your Lordship.


Scoena Tertia.

Enter DesdemonaCassioand aemilia.

Des. Be thou assur'd (good Cassio) I will do
All my abilities in thy behalfe.
Aemil. Good Madam do:
I warrant it greeues my Husband
As if the cause were his

Des. Oh that's an honest FellowDo not doubt Cassio
But I will haue my Lordand you againe
As friendly as you were

Cassio. Bounteous Madam
What euer shall become of Michael Cassio
He's neuer any thing but your true Seruant

Des. I know't: I thanke you: you do loue my Lord:
You haue knowne him longand be you well assur'd
He shall in strangenesse stand no farther off
Then in a politique distance

Cassio. Ibut Lady
That policie may either last so long
Or feede vpon such nice and waterish diet
Or breede it selfe so out of Circumstances
That I being absentand my place supply'd
My Generall will forget my Loueand Seruice

Des. Do not doubt that: before aemilia here
I giue thee warrant of thy place. Assure thee
If I do vow a friendshipIle performe it
To the last Article. My Lord shall neuer rest
Ile watch him tameand talke him out of patience;
His Bed shall seeme a Schoolehis Boord a Shrift
Ile intermingle euery thing he do's
With Cassio's suite: Therefore be merry Cassio
For thy Solicitor shall rather dye
Then giue thy cause away.
Enter Othelloand Iago.

Aemil. Madamheere comes my Lord

Cassio. MadamIle take my leaue

Des. Why stayand heare me speake

Cassio. Madamnot now: I am very ill at ease
Vnfit for mine owne purposes

Des. Welldo your discretion.

Exit Cassio.

Iago. Hah? I like not that

Othel. What dost thou say?
Iago. Nothing my Lord; or if- I know not what

Othel. Was not that Cassio parted from my wife?

Iago. Cassio my Lord? No sureI cannot thinke it
That he would steale away so guilty-like
Seeing your comming

Oth. I do beleeue 'twas he

Des. How now my Lord?
I haue bin talking with a Suitor heere
A man that languishes in your displeasure

Oth. Who is't you meane?

Des. Why your Lieutenant Cassio: Good my Lord
If I haue any graceor power to moue you
His present reconciliation take.
For if he be not onethat truly loues you
That erres in Ignoranceand not in Cunning
I haue no iudgement in an honest face.
I prythee call him backe

Oth. Went he hence now?

Des. I sooth; so humbled
That he hath left part of his greefe with mee
To suffer with him. Good Louecall him backe

Othel. Not now (sweet Desdemon) some other time

Des. But shall't be shortly?
Oth. The sooner (Sweet) for you

Des. Shall't be to nightat Supper?
Oth. Nonot to night

Des. To morrow Dinner then?
Oth. I shall not dine at home:
I meete the Captaines at the Cittadell

Des. Why then to morrow nighton Tuesday morne
On Tuesday nooneor night; on Wensday Morne.
I prythee name the timebut let it not
Exceed three dayes. Infaith hee's penitent:
And yet his Trespassein our common reason
(Saue that they say the warres must make example)
Out of her bestis not almost a fault
T' encurre a priuate checke. When shall he come?
Tell me Othello. I wonder in my Soule
What you would aske methat I should deny
Or stand so mam'ring on? What? Michael Cassio
That came a woing with you? and so many a time
(When I haue spoke of you dispraisingly)

Hath tane your partto haue so much to do
To bring him in? Trust meI could do much

Oth. Prythee no more: Let him come when he will:
I will deny thee nothing

Des. Whythis is not a Boone:
'Tis as I should entreate you weare your Gloues
Or feede on nourishing dishesor keepe you warme
Or sue to youto do a peculiar profit
To your owne person. Naywhen I haue a suite
Wherein I meane to touch your Loue indeed
It shall be full of poizeand difficult waight
And fearefull to be granted

Oth. I will deny thee nothing.
WhereonI do beseech theegrant me this
To leaue me but a little to my selfe

Des. Shall I deny you? No: farewell my Lord

Oth. Farewell my DesdemonaIle come to thee strait

Des. aemilia come; be as your Fancies teach you:
What ere you beI am obedient.

Oth. Excellent wretch: Perdition catch my Soule
But I do loue thee: and when I loue thee not
Chaos is come againe

Iago. My Noble Lord

Oth. What dost thou sayIago?
Iago. Did Michael Cassio
When he woo'd my Ladyknow of your loue?
Oth. He didfrom first to last:
Why dost thou aske?
Iago. But for a satisfaction of my Thought
No further harme

Oth. Why of thy thoughtIago?
Iago. I did not thinke he had bin acquainted with hir

Oth. O yesand went betweene vs very oft

Iago. Indeed?
Oth. Indeed? I indeed. Discern'st thou ought in that?

Is he not honest?
Iago. Honestmy Lord?
Oth. Honest? IHonest

Iago. My Lordfor ought I know

Oth. What do'st thou thinke?
Iago. Thinkemy Lord?
Oth. Thinkemy Lord? Alasthou ecchos't me;

As if there were some Monster in thy thought
Too hideous to be shewne. Thou dost mean somthing:
I heard thee say euen nowthou lik'st not that
When Cassio left my wife. What didd'st not like?
And when I told theehe was of my Counsaile
Of my whole course of wooing; thou cried'stIndeede?
And didd'st contractand purse thy brow together

As if thou then hadd'st shut vp in thy Braine
Some horrible Conceite. If thou do'st loue me
Shew me thy thought

Iago. My Lordyou know I loue you

Oth. I thinke thou do'st:
And for I know thou'rt full of Loueand Honestie
And weigh'st thy words before thou giu'st them breath
Therefore these stops of thinefright me the more:
For such things in a false disloyall Knaue
Are trickes of Custome: but in a man that's iust
They're close dilationsworking from the heart
That Passion cannot rule

Iago. For Michael Cassio
I dare be sworneI thinke that he is honest

Oth. I thinke so too

Iago. Men should be what they seeme
Or those that be notwould they might seeme none

Oth. Certainemen should be what they seeme

Iago. Why then I thinke Cassio's an honest man

Oth. Nayyet there's more in this?
I prythee speake to meas to thy thinkings
As thou dost ruminateand giue thy worst of thoughts
The worst of words

Iago. Good my Lord pardon me
Though I am bound to euery Acte of dutie
I am not bound to that: All Slaues are free:
Vtter my Thoughts? Why saythey are vildand falce?
As where's that Palacewhereinto foule things
Sometimes intrude not? Who ha's that breast so pure
Wherein vncleanly Apprehensions
Keepe Leetesand Law-dayesand in Sessions sit
With meditations lawfull?

Oth. Thou do'st conspire against thy Friend (Iago)
If thou but think'st him wrong'dand mak'st his eare
A stranger to thy Thoughts

Iago. I do beseech you
Though I perchance am vicious in my guesse
(As I confesse it is my Natures plague
To spy into Abusesand of my iealousie
Shapes faults that are not) that your wisedome
From onethat so imperfectly conceits
Would take no noticenor build your selfe a trouble
Out of his scatteringand vnsure obseruance:
It were not for your quietnor your good
Nor for my ManhoodHonestyand Wisedome
To let you know my thoughts

Oth. What dost thou meane?

Iago. Good name in Man& woman (deere my Lord)
Is the immediate Iewell of their Soules;
Who steales my pursesteales trash:
'Tis somethingnothing;
'Twas mine'tis hisand has bin slaue to thousands:
But he that filches from me my good Name

Robs me of thatwhich not enriches him
And makes me poore indeed

Oth. Ile know thy Thoughts

Iago. You cannotif my heart were in your hand
Nor shall notwhil'st 'tis in my custodie

Oth. Ha?

Iago. Ohbeware my Lordof iealousie
It is the greene-ey'd Monsterwhich doth mocke
The meate it feeds on. That Cuckold liues in blisse
Who certaine of his Fateloues not his wronger:
But ohwhat damned minutes tels he ore
Who dotesyet doubts: Suspectsyet soundly loues?

Oth. O miserie

Iago. Pooreand Contentis richand rich enough
But Riches finelesseis as poore as Winter
To him that euer feares he shall be poore:
Good Heauenthe Soules of all my Tribe defend
From Iealousie

Oth. Why? why is this?
Think'st thouI'ld make a Life of Iealousie;
To follow still the changes of the Moone
With fresh suspitions? No: to be once in doubt
Is to be resolu'd: Exchange me for a Goat
When I shall turne the businesse of my Soule
To such exufflicateand blow'd Surmises
Matching thy inference. 'Tis not to make me Iealious
To say my wife is fairefeeds wellloues company
Is free of SpeechSingsPlayesand Dances:
Where Vertue isthese are more vertuous.
Nor from mine owne weake meriteswill I draw
The smallest feareor doubt of her reuolt
For she had eyesand chose me. No Iago
Ile see before I doubt; when I doubtproue;
And on the proofethere is no more but this
Away at once with Loueor Iealousie

Ia. I am glad of this: For now I shall haue reason
To shew the Loue and Duty that I beare you
With franker spirit. Therefore (as I am bound)
Receiue it from me. I speake not yet of proofe:
Looke to your wifeobserue her well with Cassio
Weare your eyesthus: not Iealiousnor Secure:
I would not haue your freeand Noble Nature
Out of selfe-Bountybe abus'd: Looke too't:
I know our Country disposition well:
In Venicethey do let Heauen see the prankes
They dare not shew their Husbands.
Their best Conscience
Is not to leaue't vndonebut kept vnknowne

Oth. Dost thou say so?

Iago. She did deceiue her Fathermarrying you
And when she seem'd to shakeand feare your lookes
She lou'd them most

Oth. And so she did

Iago. Why go too then:
Shee that so young could giue out such a Seeming

To seele her Fathers eyes vpclose as Oake
He thought 'twas Witchcraft.
But I am much too blame:
I humbly do beseech you of your pardon
For too much louing you

Oth. I am bound to thee for euer

Iago. I see this hath a little dash'd your Spirits:
Oth. Not a iotnot a iot

Iago. Trust meI feare it has:
I hope you will consider what is spoke
Comes from your Loue.
But I do see y'are moou'd:
I am to pray younot to straine my speech
To grosser issuesnor to larger reach
Then to Suspition

Oth. I will not

Iago. Should you do so (my Lord)
My speech should fall into such vilde successe
Which my Thoughts aym'd not.
Cassio's my worthy Friend:
My LordI see y'are mou'd

Oth. Nonot much mou'd:
I do not thinke but Desdemona's honest

Iago. Long liue she so;
And long liue you to thinke so

Oth. And yet how Nature erring from it selfe

Iago. Ithere's the point:
As (to be bold with you)
Not to affect many proposed Matches
Of her owne ClimeComplexionand Degree
Whereto we see in all thingsNature tends:
Fohone may smel in sucha will most ranke
Foule disproportionsThoughts vnnaturall.
But (pardon me) I do not in position
Distinctly speake of herthough I may feare
Her willrecoyling to her better iudgement
May fal to match you with her Country formes
And happily repent

Oth. Farewellfarewell:
If more thou dost perceiuelet me know more:
Set on thy wife to obserue.
Leaue me Iago

Iago. My LordI take my leaue

Othel. Why did I marry?
This honest Creature (doubtlesse)
Seesand knowes moremuch more then he vnfolds

Iago. My LordI would I might intreat your Honor
To scan this thing no farther: Leaue it to time
Although 'tis fit that Cassio haue his Place;
For sure he filles it vp with great Ability;
Yet if you pleaseto him off a-while:

You shall by that perceiue himand his meanes:
Note if your Lady straine his Entertainment
With any strongor vehement importunitie
Much will be seene in that: In the meane time
Let me be thought too busie in my feares
(As worthy cause I haue to feare I am)
And hold her freeI do beseech your Honor

Oth. Feare not my gouernment

Iago. I once more take my leaue.

Oth. This Fellow's of exceeding honesty
And knowes all Quantities with a learn'd Spirit
Of humane dealings. If I do proue her Haggard
Though that her Iesses were my deere heart-strings
I'ld whistle her offand let her downe the winde
To prey at Fortune. Haplyfor I am blacke
And haue not those soft parts of Conuersation
That Chamberers haue: Or for I am declin'd
Into the vale of yeares (yet that's not much)
Shee's gone. I am abus'dand my releefe
Must be to loath her. Oh Curse of Marriage!
That we can call these delicate Creatures ours
And not their Appetites? I had rather be a Toad
And liue vpon the vapour of a Dungeon
Then keepe a corner in the thing I loue
For others vses. Yet 'tis the plague to Great-ones
Prerogatiu'd are they lesse then the Base
'Tis destiny vnshunnablelike death:
Euen thenthis forked plague is Fated to vs
When we do quicken. Looke where she comes:
Enter Desdemona and aemilia.

If she be falseHeauen mock'd it selfe:
Ile not beleeue't

Des. How nowmy deere Othello?
Your dinnerand the generous Islanders
By you inuiteddo attend your presence

Oth. I am too blame

Des. Why do you speake so faintly?
Are you not well?
Oth. I haue a paine vpon my Foreheadheere

Des. Why that's with watching'twill away againe.
Let me but binde it hardwithin this houre
It will be well

Oth. Your Napkin is too little:
Let it alone: ComeIle go in with you.

Des. I am very sorry that you are not well.
Aemil. I am glad I haue found this Napkin:
This was her first remembrance from the Moore
My wayward Husband hath a hundred times
Woo'd me to steale it. But she so loues the Token
(For he coniur'd hershe should euer keepe it)
That she reserues it euermore about her
To kisseand talke too. Ile haue the worke tane out

And giu't Iago: what he will do with it
Heauen knowesnot I:
I nothingbut to please his Fantasie.
Enter Iago.

Iago. How now? What do you heere alone?
Aemil. Do not you chide: I haue a thing for you

Iago. You haue a thing for me?
It is a common thing-
Aemil. Hah?

Iago. To haue a foolish wife.
Aemil. Ohis that all? What will you giue me now
For that same Handkerchiefe

Iago. What Handkerchiefe?
Aemil. What Handkerchiefe?
Why that the Moore first gaue to Desdemona
That which so often you did bid me steale

Iago. Hast stolne it from her?
Aemil. No: but she let it drop by negligence
And to th' aduantageI being heeretook't vp:
Lookeheere 'tis

Iago. A good wenchgiue it me.
Aemil. What will you do with'tthat you haue bene
so earnest to haue me filch it?

Iago. Whywhat is that to you?
Aemil. If it be not for some purpose of import
Giu't me againe. Poore Ladyshee'l run mad
When she shall lacke it

Iago. Be not acknowne on't:
I haue vse for it. Goleaue me.

Exit aemil.

I will in Cassio's Lodging loose this Napkin
And let him finde it. Trifles light as ayre
Are to the iealiousconfirmations strong
As proofes of holy Writ. This may do something.
The Moore already changes with my poyson:
Dangerous conceitesare in their Natures poysons
Which at the first are scarse found to distaste:
But with a little acte vpon the blood
Burne like the Mines of Sulphure. I did say so.
Enter Othello.

Looke where he comes: Not Poppynor Mandragora
Nor all the drowsie Syrrups of the world
Shall euer medicine thee to that sweete sleepe
Which thou owd'st yesterday

Oth. Hahafalse to mee?
Iago. Why how now Generall? No more of that

Oth. Auantbe gone: Thou hast set me on the Racke:
I sweare 'tis better to be much abus'd
Then but to know't a little

Iago. How nowmy Lord?
Oth. What sense had Iin her stolne houres of Lust?
I saw't notthought it not: it harm'd not me:

I slept the next night wellfed wellwas freeand merrie.
I found not Cassio's kisses on her Lippes:
He that is robb'dnot wanting what is stolne
Let him not know'tand he's not robb'd at all

Iago. I am sorry to heare this?

Oth. I had beene happyif the generall Campe
Pyoners and allhad tasted her sweet Body
So I had nothing knowne. Oh nowfor euer
Farewell the Tranquill minde; farewell Content;
Farewell the plumed Troopesand the bigge Warres
That makes AmbitionVertue! Oh farewell
Farewell the neighing Steedand the shrill Trumpe
The Spirit-stirring Drumth' Eare-piercing Fife
The Royall Bannerand all Qualitie
PridePompeand Circumstance of glorious Warre:
And O you mortall Engineswhose rude throates
Th' immortall Ioues dread Clamourscounterfet
Farewell: Othello's Occupation's gone

Iago. Is't possible my Lord?

Oth. Villainebe sure thou proue my Loue a Whore;
Be sure of it: Giue me the Occular proofe
Or by the worth of mine eternall Soule
Thou had'st bin better haue bin borne a Dog
Then answer my wak'd wrath

Iago. Is't come to this?

Oth. Make me to see't: or (at the least) so proue it
That the probation beare no Hindgenor Loope
To hang a doubt on: Or woe vpon thy life

Iago. My Noble Lord

Oth. If thou dost slander herand torture me
Neuer pray more: Abandon all remorse
On Horrors headHorrors accumulate:
Do deeds to make Heauen weepeall Earth amaz'd;
For nothing canst thou to damnation adde
Greater then that

Iago. O Grace! O Heauen forgiue me!
Are you a Man? Haue you a Soule? or Sense?
God buy you: take mine Office. Oh wretched Foole
That lou'st to make thine Honestya Vice!
Oh monstrous world! Take notetake note (O World)
To be direct and honestis not safe.
I thanke you for this profitand from hence
Ile loue no Friendsith Loue breeds such offence

Oth. Nay stay: thou should'st be honest

Iago. I should be wise; for Honestie's a Foole
And looses that it workes for

Oth. By the World
I thinke my Wife be honestand thinke she is not:
I thinke that thou art iustand thinke thou art not:
Ile haue some proofe. My name that was as fresh
As Dians Visageis now begrim'd and blacke
As mine owne face. If there be Cordsor Kniues
Poysonor Fireor suffocating streames
Ile not indure it. Would I were satisfied

Iago. I see you are eaten vp with Passion:
I do repent methat I put it to you.
You would be satisfied?

Oth. Would? Nayand I will

Iago. And may: but how? How satisfiedmy Lord?
Would you the super-vision grossely gape on?
Behold her top'd?

Oth. Deathand damnation. Oh!

Iago. It were a tedious difficultyI thinke
To bring them to that Prospect: Damne them then
If euer mortall eyes do see them boulster
More then their owne. What then? How then?
What shall I say? Where's Satisfaction?
It is impossible you should see this
Were they as prime as Goatesas hot as Monkeyes
As salt as Wolues in prideand Fooles as grosse
As Ignorancemade drunke. But yetI say
If imputationand strong circumstances
Which leade directly to the doore of Truth
Will giue you satisfactionyou might haue't

Oth. Giue me a liuing reason she's disloyall

Iago. I do not like the Office.
But sith I am entred in this cause so farre
(Prick'd too't by foolish Honestyand Loue)
I will go on. I lay with Cassio lately
And being troubled with a raging tooth
I could not sleepe. There are a kinde of men
So loose of Soulethat in their sleepes will mutter
Their Affayres: one of this kinde is Cassio:
In sleepe I heard him saysweet Desdemona
Let vs be warylet vs hide our Loues
And then (Sir) would he gripeand wring my hand:
Cryoh sweet Creature: then kisse me hard
As if he pluckt vp kisses by the rootes
That grew vpon my lippeslaid his Leg ore my Thigh
And sighand kisseand then cry cursed Fate
That gaue thee to the Moore

Oth. O monstrous! monstrous!
Iago. Naythis was but his Dreame

Oth. But this denoted a fore-gone conclusion
'Tis a shrew'd doubtthough it be but a Dreame

Iago. And this may helpe to thicken other proofes
That do demonstrate thinly

Oth. Ile teare her all to peeces

Iago. Nay yet be wise; yet we see nothing done
She may be honest yet: Tell me but this
Haue you not sometimes seene a Handkerchiefe
Spotted with Strawberriesin your wiues hand?

Oth. I gaue her such a one: 'twas my first gift

Iago. I know not that: but such a Handkerchiefe
(I am sure it was your wiues) did I to day
See Cassio wipe his Beard with

Oth. If it be that

Iago. If it be thator anyit was here.
It speakes against her with the other proofes

Othel. O that the Slaue had forty thousand liues:
One is too pooretoo weake for my reuenge.
Now do I see 'tis true. Looke heere Iago
All my fond loue thus do I blow to Heauen. 'Tis gone.
Arise blacke vengeancefrom the hollow hell
Yeeld vp (O Loue) thy Crowneand hearted Throne
To tyrannous Hate. Swell bosome with thy fraught
For 'tis of Aspickes tongues

Iago. Yet be content

Oth. Oh bloodbloodblood

Iago. Patience I say: your minde may change

Oth. Neuer Iago. Like to the Ponticke Sea
Whose Icie Currentand compulsiue course
Neu'r keepes retyring ebbebut keepes due on
To the Propontickeand the Hellespont:
Euen so my bloody thoughtswith violent pace
Shall neu'r looke backeneu'r ebbe to humble Loue
Till that a capeableand wide Reuenge
Swallow them vp. Now by yond Marble Heauen
In the due reuerence of a Sacred vow
I heere engage my words

Iago. Do not rise yet:
Witnesse you euer-burning Lights aboue
You Elementsthat clip vs round about
Witnesse that heere Iago doth giue vp
The execution of his withandsheart
To wrong'd Othello's Seruice. Let him command
And to obey shall be in me remorse
What bloody businesse euer

Oth. I greet thy loue
Not with vaine thanksbut with acceptance bounteous
And will vpon the instant put thee too't.
Within these three dayes let me heare thee say
That Cassio's not aliue

Iago. My Friend is dead:
'Tis done at your Request.
But let her liue

Oth. Damne her lewde Minx:
O damne herdamne her.
Come go with me a-partI will withdraw
To furnish me with some swift meanes of death
For the faire Diuell.
Now art thou my Lieutenant

Iago. I am your owne for euer.


Scaena Quarta.

Enter Desdemonaaemiliaand Clown.

Des. Do you know Sirrahwhere Lieutenant Cassio
Clow. I dare not say he lies any where

Des. Why man?
Clo. He's a Soldierand for me to say a Souldier lyes
'tis stabbing

Des. Go too: where lodges he?
Clo. To tell you where he lodgesis to tel you where
I lye

Des. Can any thing be made of this?

Clo. I know not where he lodgesand for mee to deuise
a lodgingand say he lies heereor he lies therewere
to lye in mine owne throat

Des. Can you enquire him out? and be edified by report?
Clo. I will Catechize the world for himthat ismake
Questionsand by them answer

Des. Seeke himbidde him come hither: tell himI
haue moou'd my Lord on his behalfeand hope all will
be well

Clo. To do thisis within the compasse of mans Wit
and therefore I will attempt the doing it.

Exit Clo.

Des. Where should I loose the Handkerchiefeaemilia?
Aemil. I know not Madam

Des. Beleeue meI had rather haue lost my purse
Full of Cruzadoes. And but my Noble Moore
Is true of mindeand made of no such basenesse
As iealious Creatures areit were enough
To put him to ill-thinking.
Aemil. Is he not iealious?

Des. Whohe? I thinke the Sun where he was borne
Drew all such humors from him.
Aemil. Looke where he comes.
Enter Othello.

Des. I will not leaue him nowtill Cassio be
Call'd to him. How is't with youmy Lord?
Oth. Well my good Lady. Oh hardnes to dissemble!
How do youDesdemona?
Des. Wellmy good Lord

Oth. Giue me your hand.
This hand is moistmy Lady

Des. It hath felt no agenor knowne no sorrow

Oth. This argues fruitfulnesseand liberall heart:
Hothotand moyst. This hand of yours requires
A sequester from Liberty: Fastingand Prayer
Much CastigationExercise deuout
For heere's a yongand sweating Diuell heere
That commonly rebels: 'Tis a good hand
A franke one

Des. You may (indeed) say so:

For 'twas that hand that gaue away my heart

Oth. A liberall hand. The hearts of oldgaue hands:
But our new Heraldry is handsnot hearts

Des. I cannot speake of this:
Comenow your promise

Oth. What promiseChucke?
Des. I haue sent to bid Cassio come speake with you

Oth. I haue a salt and sorry Rhewme offends me:
Lend me thy Handkerchiefe

Des. Heere my Lord

Oth. That which I gaue you

Des. I haue it not about me

Oth. Not?
Des. No indeedmy Lord

Oth. That's a fault: That Handkerchiefe
Did an aegyptian to my Mother giue:
She was a Charmerand could almost read
The thoughts of people. She told herwhile she kept it
'T would make her Amiableand subdue my Father
Intirely to her loue: But if she lost it
Or made a Guift of itmy Fathers eye
Should hold her loathedand his Spirits should hunt
After new Fancies. She dyinggaue it me
And bid me (when my Fate would haue me Wiu'd)
To giue it her. I did so; and take heede on't
Make it a Darlinglike your precious eye:
To loose'tor giue't awaywere such perdition
As nothing else could match

Des. Is't possible?

Oth. 'Tis true: There's Magicke in the web of it:
A Sybill that had numbred in the world
The Sun to coursetwo hundred compasses
In her Prophetticke furie sow'd the Worke:
The Wormes were hallowedthat did breede the Silke
And it was dyde in Mummeywhich the Skilfull
Conseru'd of Maidens hearts

Des. Indeed? Is't true?
Oth. Most veritabletherefore looke too't well

Des. Then would to Heauenthat I had neuer seene't?
Oth. Ha? wherefore?
Des. Why do you speake so startinglyand rash?
Oth. Is't lost? Is't gon? Speakis't out o'th' way?
Des. Blesse vs

Oth. Say you?
Des. It is not lost: but what and if it were?
Oth. How?
Des. I say it is not lost

Oth. Fetchtlet me see't

Des. Why so I can: but I will not now:

This is a tricke to put me from my suite
Pray you let Cassio be receiu'd againe

Oth. Fetch me the Handkerchiefe
My minde mis-giues

Des. Comecome: you'l neuer meete a more sufficient

Oth. The Handkerchiefe

Des. A man that all his time
Hath founded his good Fortunes on your loue;
Shar'd dangers with you

Oth. The Handkerchiefe

Des. Insoothyou are too blame

Oth. Away.

Exit Othello.

Aemil. Is not this man iealious?

Des. I neu'r saw this before.
Surethere's some wonder in this Handkerchiefe
I am most vnhappy in the losse of it.
Aemil. 'Tis not a yeare or two shewes vs a man:
They are all but Stomackesand we all but Food
They eate vs hungerlyand when they are full
They belch vs.
Enter Iagoand Cassio.

Looke youCassio and my Husband

Iago. There is no other way: 'tis she must doo't:
And loe the happinesse: goand importune her

Des. How now (good Cassio) what's the newes with

Cassio. Madammy former suite. I do beseech you
That by your vertuous meanesI may againe
Existand be a member of his loue
Whom Iwith all the Office of my heart
Intirely honourI would not be delayd.
If my offencebe of such mortall kinde
That nor my Seruice pastnor present Sorrowes
Nor purpos'd merit in futurity
Can ransome me into his loue againe
But to know somust be my benefit:
So shall I cloath me in a forc'd content
And shut my selfe vp in some other course
To Fortunes Almes

Des. Alas (thrice-gentle Cassio)
My Aduocation is not now in Tune;
My Lordis not my Lord; nor should I know him
Were he in Fauouras in Humour alter'd.
So helpe me euery spirit sanctified
As I haue spoken for you all my best
And stood within the blanke of his displeasure
For my free speech. You must awhile be patient:
What I can doI will: and more I will
Then for my selfeI dare. Let that suffice you

Iago. Is my Lord angry?
Aemil. He went hence but now:
And certainly in strange vnquietnesse

Iago. Can he be angry? I haue seen the Cannon
When it hath blowne his Rankes into the Ayre
And like the Diuell from his very Arme
Puff't his owne Brother: And is he angry?
Something of moment then: I will go meet him
There's matter in't indeedif he be angry.


Des. I prythee do so. Something sure of State
Either from Veniceor some vnhatch'd practise
Made demonstrable heere in Cyprusto him
Hath pudled his cleare Spirit: and in such cases
Mens Natures wrangle with inferiour things
Though great ones are their obiect. 'Tis euen so.
For let our finger akeand it endues
Our other healthfull memberseuen to a sense
Of paine. Naywe must thinke men are not Gods
Nor of them looke for such obseruancie
As fits the Bridall. Beshrew me muchaemilia
I was (vnhandsome Warrioras I am)
Arraigning his vnkindnesse with my soule:
But now I findeI had suborn'd the Witnesse
And he's Indited falsely.
Aemil. Pray heauen it bee
State mattersas you thinkeand no Conception
Nor no Iealious Toyconcerning you

Des. Alas the dayI neuer gaue him cause.
Aemil. But Iealious soules will not be answer'd so;
They are not euer iealious for the cause
But iealiousfor they're iealious. It is a Monster
Begot vpon it selfeborne on it selfe

Des. Heauen keepe the Monster from Othello's mind.
Aemil. LadyAmen

Des. I will go seeke him. Cassiowalke heere about:
If I doe finde him fitIle moue your suite
And seeke to effect it to my vttermost.


Cas. I humbly thanke your Ladyship.
Enter Bianca.

Bian. 'Saue you (Friend Cassio.)

Cassio. What make you from home?
How is't with youmy most faire Bianca?
Indeed (sweet Loue) I was comming to your house

Bian. And I was going to your LodgingCassio.
What? keepe a weeke away? Seuen dayesand Nights?
Eight score eight houres? And Louers absent howres
More tedious then the Dialleight score times?
Oh weary reck'ning

Cassio. Pardon meBianca:
I haue this while with leaden thoughts beene prest

But I shall in a more continuate time
Strike off this score of absence. Sweet Bianca
Take me this worke out

Bianca. Oh Cassiowhence came this?
This is some Token from a newer Friend
To the felt-Absence: now I feele a Cause:
Is't come to this? Wellwell

Cassio. Go toowoman:
Throw your vilde gesses in the Diuels teeth
From whence you haue them. You are iealious now
That this is from some Mistrissome remembrance;
Noin good troth Bianca

Bian. Whywho's is it?

Cassio. I know not neither:
I found it in my Chamber
I like the worke well; Ere it be demanded
(As like enough it will) I would haue it coppied:
Take itand doo'tand leaue me for this time

Bian. Leaue you? Wherefore?

Cassio. I do attend heere on the Generall
And thinke it no additionnor my wish
To haue him see me woman'd

Bian. WhyI pray you?
Cassio. Not that I loue you not

Bian. But that you do not loue me.
I pray you bring me on the way a little
And sayif I shall see you soone at night?

Cassio. 'Tis but a little way that I can bring you
For I attend heere: But Ile see you soone

Bian. 'Tis very good: I must be circumstanc'd.

Exeunt. omnes.

Actus Quartus. Scena Prima.

Enter Othelloand Iago.

Iago. Will you thinke so?
Oth. Thinke soIago?
Iago. Whatto kisse in priuate?
Oth. An vnauthoriz'd kisse?
Iago. Or to be naked with her Friend in bed

An houreor morenot meaning any harme?

Oth. Naked in bed (Iago) and not meane harme?
It is hypocrisie against the Diuell:
They that meane vertuouslyand yet do so
The Diuell their vertue temptsand they tempt Heauen

Iago. If they do nothing'tis a Veniall slip:
But if I giue my wife a Handkerchiefe

Oth. What then?
Iago. Why then 'tis hers (my Lord) and being hers
She may (I thinke) bestow't on any man

Oth. She is Protectresse of her honor too:

May she giue that?

Iago. Her honor is an Essence that's not seene
They haue it very oftthat haue it not.
But for the Handkerchiefe

Othe. By heauenI would most gladly haue forgot it:
Thou saidst (ohit comes ore my memorie
As doth the Rauen o're the infectious house:
Boading to all) he had my Handkerchiefe

Iago . I: what of that?
Othe. That's not so good now

Iag. What if I had saidI had seene him do you wrong?
Or heard him say (as Knaues be such abroad
Who hauing by their owne importunate suit
Or voluntary dotage of some Mistris
Conuinced or supply'd themcannot chuse
But they must blab.)

Oth. Hath he said any thing?
Iago. He hath (my Lord) but be you well assur'd
No more then he'le vn-sweare

Oth. What hath he said?
Iago. Whythat he did: I know not what he did

Othe. What? What?
Iago. Lye

Oth. With her?
Iago. With her? On her: what you will

Othe. Lye with her? lye on her? We say lye on her
when they be-lye-her. Lye with her: that's fullsome:
Handkerchiefe: Confessions: Handkerchiefe. To confesse
and be hang'd for his labour. Firstto be hang'd
and then to confesse: I tremble at it. Nature would not
inuest her selfe in such shadowing passionwithout some
Instruction. It is not words that shakes me thus(pish)
NosesEaresand Lippes: is't possible. Confesse? Handkerchiefe?
O diuell.

Falls in a Traunce.

Iago. Worke on
My Medicine workes. Thus credulous Fooles are caught
And many worthyand chast Dames euen thus
(All guiltlesse) meete reproach: what hoa? My Lord?
My LordI say: Othello.
Enter Cassio.

How now Cassio?
Cas. What's the matter?
Iago. My Lord is falne into an Epilepsie

This is his second Fit: he had one yesterday

Cas. Rub him about the Temples

Iago. The Lethargie must haue his quyet course:
If nothe foames at mouth: and by and by
Breakes out to sauage madnesse. Lookehe stirres:
Do you withdraw your selfe a little while
He will recouer straight: when he is gone
I would on great occasionspeake with you.

How is it Generall? Haue you not hurt your head?
Othe. Dost thou mocke me?
Iago. I mocke you notby Heauen:

Would you would beare your Fortune like a Man

Othe. A Horned man's a Monsterand a Beast

Iago. Ther's many a Beast then in a populous Citty
And many a ciuill Monster

Othe. Did he confesse it?

Iago. Good Sirbe a man:
Thinke euery bearded fellow that's but yoak'd
May draw with you. There's Millions now aliue
That nightly lye in those vnproper beds
Which they dare sweare peculiar. Your case is better.
Oh'tis the spight of hellthe Fiends Arch-mock
To lip a wanton in a secure Cowch;
And to suppose her chast. Nolet me know
And knowing what I amI know what she shallbe

Oth. Ohthou art wise: 'tis certaine

Iago. Stand you a while apart
Confine your selfe but in a patient List
Whil'st you were heereo're-whelmed with your griefe
(A passion most resulting such a man)
Cassio came hither: I shifted him away
And layd good scuses vpon your Extasie
Bad him anon returne: and heere speake with me
The which he promis'd. Do but encaue your selfe
And marke the Fleeresthe Gybesand notable Scornes
That dwell in euery Region of his face.
For I will make him tell the Tale anew;
Wherehowhow ofthow long agoand when
He hathand is againe to cope your wife.
I saybut marke his gesture: marry Patience
Or I shall say y'are all in all in Spleene
And nothing of a man

Othe. Do'st thou heareIago
I will be found most cunning in my Patience:
But (do'st thou heare) most bloody

Iago. That's not amisse
But yet keepe time in all: will you withdraw?
Now will I question Cassio of Bianca
A Huswife that by selling her desires
Buyes her selfe Breadand Cloath. It is a Creature
That dotes on Cassio(as 'tis the Strumpets plague
To be-guile manyand be be-guil'd by one)
Hewhen he heares of hercannot restraine
From the excesse of Laughter. Heere he comes.
Enter Cassio.

As he shall smileOthello shall go mad:
And his vnbookish Ielousie must conserue
Poore Cassio's smilesgesturesand light behauiours
Quite in the wrong. How do you Lieutenant?

Cas. The worserthat you giue me the addition
Whose want euen killes me

Iago. Ply Desdemona welland you are sure on't:
Nowif this Suit lay in Bianca's dowre

How quickely should you speed?
Cas. Alas poore Caitiffe

Oth. Looke how he laughes already

Iago. I neuer knew woman loue man so

Cas. Alas poore RogueI thinke indeed she loues me

Oth. Now he denies it faintly: and laughes it out

Iago. Do you heare Cassio?
Oth. Now he importunes him
To tell it o're: go toowell saidwell said

Iago. She giues it outthat you shall marry her.
Do you intend it?
Cas. Hahaha

Oth. Do ye triumphRomaine? do you triumph?

Cas. I marry. What? A customer; prythee beare
Some Charitie to my witdo not thinke it
So vnwholesome. Hahaha

Oth. Sosososo: they laughthat winnes

Iago. Why the cry goesthat you marry her

Cas. Prythee say true

Iago. I am a very Villaine else

Oth. Haue you scoar'd me? Well

Cas. This is the Monkeys owne giuing out:
She is perswaded I will marry her
Out of her owne loue & flatterynot out of my promise

Oth. Iago becomes me: now he begins the story

Cassio. She was heere euen now: she haunts me in euery
place. I was the other day talking on the Seabanke
with certaine Venetiansand thither comes the
Baubleand falls me thus about my neck

Oth. Crying oh deere Cassioas it were: his iesture imports

Cassio. So hangsand lollsand weepes vpon me:
So shakesand pulls me. Hahaha

Oth. Now he tells how she pluckt him to my Chamber:
ohI see that nose of yoursbut not that doggeI
shall throw it to

Cassio. WellI must leaue her companie

Iago. Before me: looke where she comes.
Enter Bianca.

Cas. 'Tis such another Fitchew: marry a perfum'd one?
What do you meane by this haunting of me?

Bian. Let the diuelland his dam haunt you: what
did you meane by that same Handkerchiefeyou gaue

me euen now? I was a fine Foole to take it: I must take
out the worke? A likely piece of workethat you should
finde it in your Chamberand know not who left it there.
This is some Minxes token& I must take out the worke?
Theregiue it your Hobbey-horsewheresoeuer you had
itIle take out no worke on't

Cassio. How nowmy sweete Bianca?
How now? How now?
Othe. By Heauenthat should be my Handkerchiefe

Bian. If you'le come to supper to night you mayif
you will not come when you are next prepar'd for.


Iago. After her: after her

Cas. I mustshee'l rayle in the streets else

Iago. Will you sup there?
Cassio. YesI intend so

Iago. WellI may chance to see you: for I would very
faine speake with you

Cas. Prythee come: will you?
Iago. Go too; say no more

Oth. How shall I murther himIago

Iago. Did you perceiue how he laugh'd at his vice?
Oth. OhIago

Iago. And did you see the Handkerchiefe?
Oth. Was that mine?
Iago. Yours by this hand: and to see how he prizes

the foolish woman your wife: she gaue it him andhe
hath giu'n it his whore

Oth. I would haue him nine yeeres a killing:
A fine womana faire womana sweete woman?
Iago. Nayyou must forget that

Othello. Ilet her rot and perishand be damn'd to
nightfor she shall not liue. Nomy heart is turn'd to
stone: I strike itand it hurts my hand. Ohthe world
hath not a sweeter Creature: she might lye by an Emperours
sideand command him Taskes

Iago. Naythat's not your way

Othe. Hang herI do but say what she is: so delicate
with her Needle: an admirable Musitian. Oh she will
sing the Sauagenesse out of a Beare: of so high and plenteous
witand inuention?

Iago. She's the worse for all this

Othe. Oha thousanda thousand times:
And then of so gentle a condition?
Iago. I too gentle

Othe. Nay that's certaine:
But yet the pitty of itIago: oh Iagothe pitty of it


Iago. If you are so fond ouer her iniquitie: giue her
pattent to offendfor if it touch not youit comes neere
no body

Oth. I will chop her into Messes: Cuckold me?
Iago. Oh'tis foule in her

Oth. With mine Officer?
Iago. That's fouler

Othe. Get me some poysonIagothis night. Ile not
expostulate with her: least her body and beautie vnprouide
my mind againe: this night Iago

Iago. Do it not with poysonstrangle her in her bed
Euen the bed she hath contaminated

Oth. Goodgood:
The Iustice of it pleases: very good

Iago. And for Cassiolet me be his vndertaker:
You shall heare more by midnight.
Enter LodouicoDesdemonaand Attendants.

Othe. Excellent good: What Trumpet is that same?

Iago. I warrant something from Venice
'Tis Lodouicothiscomes from the Duke.
Seeyour wife's with him

Lodo. Saue you worthy Generall

Othe. With all my heart Sir

Lod. The Dukeand the Senators of Venice greet you

Othe. I kisse the Instrument of their pleasures

Des. And what's the newesgood cozen Lodouico
Iago. I am very glad to see you Signior:
Welcome to Cyprus

Lod. I thanke you: how do's Lieutenant Cassio?
Iago. Liues Sir
Des. Cozenthere's falne betweene him& my Lord

An vnkind breach: but you shall make all well

Othe. Are you sure of that?
Des. My Lord?
Othe. This faile you not to doas you willLod.
He did not call: he's busie in the paper

Is there deuision 'twixt my Lordand Cassio?
Des. A most vnhappy one: I would do much
T' attonethemfor the loue I beare to Cassio

Oth. Fireand brimestone

Des. My Lord

Oth. Are you wise?
Des. What is he angrie?
Lod. May be the Letter mou'd him.

For as I thinkethey do command him home

Deputing Cassio in his Gouernment

Des. Trust meI am glad on't

Othe. Indeed?
Des. My Lord?
Othe. I am glad to see you mad

Des. Whysweete Othello?
Othe. Diuell

Des. I haue not deseru'd this

Lod. My Lordthis would not be beleeu'd in Venice
Though I should sweare I saw't. 'Tis very much
Make her amends: she weepes

Othe. Oh diuelldiuell:
If that the Earth could teeme with womans teares
Each drop she fallswould proue a Crocodile:
Out of my sight

Des. I will not stay to offend you

Lod. Truely obedient Lady:
I do beseech your Lordship call her backe

Othe. Mistris

Des. My Lord

Othe. What would you with herSir?
Lod. Who Imy Lord?
Othe. Iyou did wishthat I would make her turne:

Sirshe can turneand turne: and yet go on
And turne againe. And she can weepeSirweepe.
And she's obedient: as you say obedient.
Very obedient: proceed you in your teares.
Concerning this Sir(oh well-painted passion)
I am commanded home: get you away:
Ile send for you anon. Sir I obey the Mandate
And will returne to Venice. Henceauaunt:
Cassio shall haue my Place. And Sirto night
I do entreatthat we may sup together.
You are welcome Sir to Cyprus.
Goatesand Monkeys.

Lod. Is this the Noble Moorewhom our full Senate
Call all in all sufficient? Is this the Nature
Whom Passion could not shake? Whose solid vertue
The shot of Accidentnor dart of Chance
Could neither grazenor pierce?

Iago. He is much chang'd

Lod. Are his wits safe? Is he not light of Braine?

Iago. He's that he is: I may not breath my censure.
What he might be: if what he mighthe is not
I would to heauen he were

Lod. What? Strike his wife?
Iago. 'Faith that was not so well: yet would I knew
That stroke would proue the worst

Lod. Is it his vse?
Or did the Lettersworke vpon his blood
And new create his fault?

Iago. Alasalas:
It is not honestie in me to speake
What I haue seeneand knowne. You shall obserue him
And his owne courses will denote him so
That I may saue my speech: do but go after
And marke how he continues

Lod. I am sorry that I am deceiu'd in him.


Scena Secunda.

Enter Othello and aemilia.

Othe. You haue seene nothing then?
Aemil. Nor euer heard: nor euer did suspect

Othe. Yesyou haue seene Cassioand she together

Aemi. But then I saw no harme: and then I heard
Each syllable that breath made vp betweene them

Othe. What? Did they neuer whisper?
Aemil. Neuer my Lord

Othe. Nor send you out o'th' way?
Aemil. Neuer

Othe. To fetch her Fanher Glouesher Masknor nothing?
Aemil. Neuer my Lord

Othe. That's strange.
Aemil. I durst (my Lord) to wagershe is honest:
Lay downe my Soule at stake: If you thinke other
Remoue your thought. It doth abuse your bosome:
If any wretch haue put this in your head
Let Heauen requit it with the Serpents curse
For if she be not honestchasteand true
There's no man happy. The purest of their Wiues
Is foule as Slander

Othe. Bid her come hither: go.

Exit aemilia.

She saies enough: yet she's a simple Baud
That cannot say as much. This is a subtile Whore:
A Closset Locke and Key of Villanous Secrets
And yet she'le kneeleand pray: I haue seene her do't.
Enter Desdemonaand aemilia.

Des. My Lordwhat is your will?
Othe. Pray you Chucke come hither

Des. What is your pleasure?
Oth. Let me see your eyes: looke in my face

Des. What horrible Fancie's this?
Othe. Some of your Function Mistris:

Leaue Procreants aloneand shut the doore:
Coughor cry hem; if any body come:
Your Mysteryyour Mystery: May dispatch.

Exit aemi.

Des. Vpon my kneewhat doth your speech import?
I vnderstand a Fury in your words

Othe. Why? What art thou?
Des. Your wife my Lord: your true and loyall wife

Othello. Come sweare it: damne thy selfeleast
being like one of Heauenthe diuells themselues should
feare to ceaze thee. Therefore be double damn'd: sweare
thou art honest

Des. Heauen doth truely know it

Othe. Heauen truely knowesthat thou art false as hell

Des. To whom my Lord?
With whom? How am I false?
Othe. Ah Desdemonawayawayaway

Des. Alas the heauy day: why do you weepe?
Am I the motiue of these teares my Lord?
If happely you my Father do suspect
An Instrument of this your calling backe
Lay not your blame on me: if you haue lost him
I haue lost him too

Othe. Had it pleas'd Heauen
To try me with Afflictionhad they rain'd
All kind of Soresand Shames on my bare-head:
Steep'd me in pouertie to the very lippes.
Giuen to Captiuitiemeand my vtmost hopes
I should haue found in some place of my Soule
A drop of patience. But alasto make me
The fixed Figure for the time of Scorne
To point his slowand mouing finger at.
Yet could I beare that toowellvery well:
But there where I haue garnerd vp my heart
Where either I must liueor beare no life
The Fountaine from the which my currant runnes
Or else dries vp: to be discarded thence
Or keepe it as a Cesternefor foule Toades
To knot and gender in. Turne thy complexion there:
Patiencethou young and Rose-lip'd Cherubin
I heere looke grim as hell

Des. I hope my Noble Lord esteemes me honest

Othe. Oh Ias Sommer Flyes are in the Shambles
That quicken euen with blowing. Oh thou weed:
Who art so louely faireand smell'st so sweete
That the Sense akes at thee
Would thou had'st neuer bin borne

Des. Alaswhat ignorant sin haue I committed?

Othe. Was this faire Paper? This most goodly Booke
Made to write Whore vpon? What commited
Committed? Ohthou publicke Commoner
I should make very Forges of my cheekes

That would to Cynders burne vp Modestie
Did I but speake thy deedes. What commited?
Heauen stoppes the Nose at itand the Moone winks:
The baudy winde that kisses all it meetes
Is hush'd within the hollow Myne of Earth
And will not hear't. What commited?

Des. By Heauen you do me wrong

Othe. Are not you a Strumpet?

Des. Noas I am a Christian.
If to preserue this vessell for my Lord
From any other foule vnlawfull touch
Be not to be a StrumpetI am none

Othe. Whatnot a Whore?
Des. Noas I shall be sau'd

Othe. Is't possible?
Des. Oh Heauen forgiue vs

Othe. I cry you mercy then.
I tooke you for that cunning Whore of Venice
That married with Othello. You Mistris
Enter aemilia.

That haue the office opposite to Saint Peter
And keepes the gate of hell. Youyou: I you.
We haue done our course: there's money for your paines:
I pray you turne the keyand keepe our counsaile.

Aemil. Alaswhat do's this Gentleman conceiue?
How do you Madam? how do you my good Lady?
Des. Faithhalfe a sleepe

Aemi. Good Madam
What's the matter with my Lord?
Des. With who?
Aemil. Whywith my LordMadam?
Des. Who is thy Lord?
Aemil. He that is yourssweet Lady

Des. I haue none: do not talke to meaemilia
I cannot weepe: nor answeres haue I none
But what should go by water. Prythee to night
Lay on my bed my wedding sheetesremember
And call thy husband hither.
Aemil. Heere's a change indeed.

Des. 'Tis meete I should be vs'd so: very meete.
How haue I bin behau'dthat he might sticke
The small'st opinion on my least misvse?
Enter Iagoand aemilia.

Iago. What is your pleasure Madam?
How is't with you?

Des. I cannot tell: those that do teach yong Babes
Do it with gentle meanesand easie taskes.
He might haue chid me so; for in good faith
I am a Child to chiding

Iago. What is the matter Lady?
Aemil. Alas (Iago) my Lord hath so bewhor'd her

Throwne such dispightand heauy termes vpon her
That true hearts cannot beare it

Des. Am I that nameIago?
Iago. What name(faire Lady?)
Des. Such as she said my Lord did say I was.

Aemil. He call'd her whore: a Begger in his drinke:
Could not haue laid such termes vpon his Callet

Iago. Why did he so?
Des. I do not know: I am sure I am none such

Iago. Do not weepedo not weepe: alas the day.
Aemil. Hath she forsooke so many Noble Matches?
Her Father? And her Country? And her Friends?
To be call'd Whore? Would it not make one weepe?

Des. It is my wretched Fortune

Iago. Beshrew him for't:
How comes this Tricke vpon him?
Des. NayHeauen doth know

Aemi. I will be hang'dif some eternall Villaine
Some busie and insinuating Rogue
Some coggingcozening Slaueto get some Office
Haue not deuis'd this Slander: I will be hang'd else

Iago. Fiethere is no such man: it is impossible

Des. If any such there beHeauen pardon him.
Aemil. A halter pardon him:
And hell gnaw his bones.
Why should he call her Whore?
Who keepes her companie?
What Place? What Time?
What Forme? What liklyhood?
The Moore's abus'd by some most villanous Knaue
Some base notorious Knauesome scuruy Fellow.
Oh Heauensthat such companions thou'd'st vnfold
And put in euery honest hand a whip
To lash the Rascalls naked through the world
Euen from the East to th' West

Iago. Speake within doore.
Aemil. Oh fie vpon them: some such Squire he was
That turn'd your witthe seamy-side without
And made you to suspect me with the Moore

Iago. You are a Foole: go too

Des. Alas Iago
What shall I do to win my Lord againe?
Good Friendgo to him: for by this light of Heauen
I know not how I lost him. Heere I kneele:
If ere my will did trespasse 'gainst his Loue
Either in discourse of thoughtor actuall deed
Or that mine Eyesmine Earesor any Sence
Delighted them: or any other Forme.
Or that I do not yetand euer did
And euer will(though he do shake me off
To beggerly diuorcement) Loue him deerely
Comfort forsweare me. Vnkindnesse may do much
And his vnkindnesse may defeat my life
But neuer taynt my Loue. I cannot say Whore

It do's abhorre me now I speake the word
To do the Actthat might the addition earne
Not the worlds Masse of vanitie could make me

Iago. I pray you be content: 'tis but his humour:
The businesse of the State do's him offence

Des. If 'twere no other

Iago. It is but soI warrant
Hearke how these Instruments summon to supper:
The Messengers of Venice staies the meate
Go inand weepe not: all things shall be well.

Exeunt. Desdemona and aemilia.

Enter Rodorigo.

How now Rodorigo?

Rod. I do not finde
That thou deal'st iustly with me

Iago. What in the contrarie?

Rodori. Euery day thou dafts me with some deuise
Iagoand ratheras it seemes to me nowkeep'st from
me all conuenienciethen suppliest me with the least aduantage
of hope: I will indeed no longer endure it. Nor
am I yet perswaded to put vp in peacewhat already I
haue foolishly suffred

Iago. Will you heare me Rodorigo?
Rodori. I haue heard too much: and your words and
Performances are no kin together

Iago. You charge me most vniustly

Rodo. With naught but truth: I haue wasted my
selfe out of my meanes. The Iewels you haue had from
me to deliuer Desdemonawould halfe haue corrupted a
Votarist. You haue told me she hath receiu'd them
and return'd me expectations and comforts of sodaine
respectand acquaintancebut I finde none

Iago. Wellgo too: very well

Rod. Very wellgo too: I cannot go too(man) nor
'tis not very well. Nay I think it is scuruy: and begin to
finde my selfe fopt in it

Iago. Very well

Rodor. I tell you'tis not very well: I will make my
selfe knowne to Desdemona. If she will returne me my
IewelsI will giue ouer my Suitand repent my vnlawfull
solicitation. If notassure your selfeI will seeke
satisfaction of you

Iago. You haue said now

Rodo. I: and said nothing but what I protest intendment
of doing

Iago. Whynow I see there's mettle in thee: and
euen from this instant do build on thee a better opinion

then euer before: giue me thy hand Rodorigo.
Thou hast taken against me a most iust exception:
but yet I protest I haue dealt most directly in thy

Rod. It hath not appeer'd

Iago. I grant indeed it hath not appeer'd: and
your suspition is not without wit and iudgement.
But Rodorigoif thou hast that in thee indeedwhich
I haue greater reason to beleeue now then euer (I
meane purposeCourageand Valour) this night
shew it. If thou the next night following enioy not
Desdemonatake me from this world with Treacherie
and deuise Engines for my life

Rod. Well: what is it? Is it withinreason and compasse?
Iago. Sirthere is especiall Commission come from
Venice to depute Cassio in Othello's place

Rod. Is that true? Why then Othello and Desdemona
returne againe to Venice

Iago. Oh no: he goes into Mauritania and taketh
away with him the faire Desdemonavnlesse his abode
be lingred heere by some accident. Wherein
none can be so determinateas the remouing of

Rod. How do you meane remouing him?
Iago. Whyby making him vncapable of Othello's
place: knocking out his braines

Rod. And that you would haue me to do

Iago. I: if you dare do your selfe a profitand a
right. He sups to night with a Harlotry: and thither
will I go to him. He knowes not yet of his Honourable
Fortuneif you will watch his going thence (which
I will fashion to fall out betweene twelue and one)
you may take him at your pleasure. I will be neere
to second your Attemptand he shall fall betweene
vs. Comestand not amaz'd at itbut go along with
me: I will shew you such a necessitie in his deaththat
you shall thinke your selfe bound to put it on him. It
is now high supper time: and the night growes to wast.
About it

Rod. I will heare further reason for this

Iago. And you shalbe satisfi'd.


Scena Tertia.

Enter OthelloLodouicoDesdemonaaemiliaand Atendants.

Lod. I do beseech you Sirtrouble your selfe no further

Oth. Oh pardon me: 'twill do me good to walke

Lodoui. Madamgood night: I humbly thanke your


Des. Your Honour is most welcome

Oth. Will you walke Sir? Oh Desdemona

Des. My Lord

Othello. Get you to bed on th' instantI will be return'd
forthwith: dismisse your Attendant there: look't
be done.

Des. I will my Lord

Aem. How goes it now? He lookes gentler then he did

Des. He saies he will returne incontinent
And hath commanded me to go to bed
And bid me to dismisse you

Aemi. Dismisse me?

Des. It was his bidding: therefore good aemilia
Giue me my nightly wearingand adieu.
We must not now displease him.
Aemil. Iwould you had neuer seene him

Des. So would not I: my loue doth so approue him
That euen his stubbornessehis checkshis frownes
(Prythee vn-pin me) haue grace and fauour

Aemi. I haue laid those Sheetes you bad me on the bed

Des. All's one: good Fatherhow foolish are our minds?
If I do die beforeprythee shrow'd me
In one of these same Sheetes.
Aemil. Comecome: you talke

Des. My Mother had a Maid call'd Barbarie
She was in loue: and he she lou'd prou'd mad
And did forsake her. She had a Song of Willough
An old thing 'twas: but it express'd her Fortune
And she dy'd singing it. That Song to night
Will not go from my mind: I haue much to do
But to go hang my head all at one side
And sing it like poore Barbarie: prythee dispatch

Aemi. Shall I go fetch your Night-gowne?

Des. Novn-pin me here
This Lodouico is a proper man.
Aemil. A very handsome man

Des. He speakes well.
Aemil. I know a Lady in Venice would haue walk'd
barefoot to Palestine for a touch of his nether lip

Des. The poore Soule sat singingby a Sicamour tree.
Sing all a greene Willough:
Her hand on her bosome her head on her knee
Sing WilloughWilloughWillough.
The fresh Streames ran by herand murmur'd her moanes
Sing Willough&c.
Her salt teares fell from herand softned the stones
Sing Willough&c. (Lay by these)

WilloughWillough. (Prythee high thee: he'le come anon)
Sing all a greene Willough must be my Garland.
Let no body blame himhis scorne I approue.
(Nay that's not next. Harkewho is't that knocks?
Aemil. It's the wind

Des. I call'd my Loue false Loue: but what said he then?
Sing Willough&c.
If I court mo womenyou'le couch with mo men.
So get thee gonegood night: mine eyes do itch:
Doth that boade weeping?
Aemil. 'Tis neyther heerenor there

Des. I haue heard it said so. O these Menthese men!
Do'st thou in conscience thinke (tell me aemilia)
That there be women do abuse their husbands
In such grosse kinde?
Aemil. There be some suchno question

Des. Would'st thou do such a deed for all the world?
Aemil. Whywould not you?

Des. Noby this Heauenly light.
Aemil. Nor I neitherby this Heauenly light:
I might doo't as well i'th' darke

Des. Would'st thou do such a deed for al the world?
Aemil. The world's a huge thing:
It is a great pricefor a small vice

Des. IntrothI thinke thou would'st not.
Aemil. Introth I thinke I shouldand vndoo't when
I had done. MarryI would not doe such a thing for a
ioynt Ringnor for measures of Lawnenor for Gownes
Petticoatsnor Capsnor any petty exhibition. But for
all the whole world: whywho would not make her husband
a Cuckoldto make him a Monarch? I should venture
Purgatory for't

Des. Beshrew meif I would do such a wrong
For the whole world.
Aemil. Whythe wrong is but a wrong i'th' world;
and hauing the world for your labour'tis a wrong in
your owne worldand you might quickly make it right

Des. I do not thinke there is any such woman.
Aemil. Yesa dozen: and as many to'th' vantageas
would store the world they plaid for.
But I do thinke it is their Husbands faults
If Wiues do fall: (Saythat they slacke their duties
And powre our Treasures into forraigne laps;
Or else breake out in peeuish Iealousies
Throwing restraint vpon vs: Or say they strike vs
Or scant our former hauing in despight)
Why we haue galles: and though we haue some Grace
Yet haue we some Reuenge. Let Husbands know
Their wiues haue sense like them: They seeand smell
And haue their Palats both for sweetand sowre
As Husbands haue. What is it that they do
When they change vs for others? Is it Sport?
I thinke it is: and doth Affection breed it?
I thinke it doth. Is't Frailty that thus erres?
It is so too. And haue not we Affections?
Desires for Sport? and Frailtyas men haue?
Then let them vse vs well: else let them know

The illes we dotheir illes instruct vs so

Des. Good nightgood night:
Heauen me such vses send
Not to picke badfrom bad; but by badmend.


Actus Quintus. Scena Prima.

Enter Iagoand Rodorigo.

Iago. Heerestand behinde this Barke
Straight will he come:
Weare thy good Rapier bareand put it home:
Quickequickefeare nothing; Ile be at thy Elbow
It makes vsor it marres vsthinke on that
And fixe most firme thy Resolution

Rod. Be neere at handI may miscarry in't

Iago. Heereat thy hand: Be bold& take thy stand

Rod. I haue no great deuotion to the deed
And yet he hath giuen me satisfying Reasons:
'Tis but a man gone. Forth my Sword: he dies

Iago. I haue rub'd this yong Quat almost to the sense
And he growes angry. Nowwhether he kill Cassio
Or Cassio himor each do kill the other
Euery way makes my gaine. Liue Rodorigo
He calles me to a restitution large
Of Goldand Iewelsthat I bob'd from him
As Guifts to Desdemona.
It must not be: If Cassio do remaine
He hath a dayly beauty in his life
That makes me vgly: and besidesthe Moore
May vnfold me to him: there stand I in much perill:
Nohe must dye. But soI heard him comming.
Enter Cassio.

Rod. I know his gate'tis he: Villaine thou dyest

Cas. That thrust had beene mine enemy indeed
But that my Coate is better then thou know'st:
I will make proofe of thine

Rod. OhI am slaine

Cassio. I am maym'd for euer:
Helpe hoa: Murthermurther.
Enter Othello.

Oth. The voyce of Cassio. Iago keepes his word

Rod. O Villaine that I am

Oth. It is euen so

Cas. Oh helpe hoa: Lighta Surgeon

Oth. 'Tis he: O braue Iagohonestand iust
That hast such Noble sense of thy Friends wrong
Thou teachest me. Minionyour deere lyes dead

And your vnblest Fate highes: Strumpet I come:
For of my heartthose Charmes thine Eyesare blotted.
Thy Bed lust-stain'dshall with Lusts blood bee spotted.

Exit Othello.

Enter Lodouico and Gratiano.

Cas. What hoa? no Watch? No passage?

Gra. 'Tis some mischancethe voyce is very direfull

Cas. Oh helpe

Lodo. Hearke

Rod. Oh wretched Villaine

Lod. Two or three groane. 'Tis heauy night;
These may be counterfeits: Let's think't vnsafe
To come into the crywithout more helpe

Rod. Nobody come: then shall I bleed to death.
Enter Iago.

Lod. Hearke

Gra. Here's one comes in his shirtwith Lightand

Iago. Who's there?
Who's noyse is this that cries on murther?
Lodo. We do not know

Iago. Do not you heare a cry?
Cas. Heereheere: for heauen sake helpe me

Iago. What's the matter?
Gra. This is Othello's Ancientas I take it

Lodo. The same indeedea very valiant Fellow

Iago. What are you heerethat cry so greeuously?
Cas. Iago? Oh I am spoyl'dvndone by Villaines:
Giue me some helpe

Iago. O meeLieutenant!
What Villaines haue done this?
Cas. I thinke that one of them is heereabout.
And cannot make away

Iago. Oh treacherous Villaines:
What are you there? Come inand giue some helpe

Rod. O helpe me there

Cassio. That's one of them

Iago. Oh murd'rous Slaue! O Villaine!
Rod. O damn'd Iago! O inhumane Dogge!
Iago. Kill men i'th' darke?

Where be these bloody Theeues?
How silent is this Towne? Hoamurthermurther.

What may you be? Are you of goodor euill?
Lod. As you shall proue vspraise vs

Iago. Signior Lodouico?
Lod. He Sir

Iago. I cry you mercy: here's Cassio hurt by Villaines

Gra. Cassio?
Iago. How is't Brother?
Cas. My Legge is cut in two

Iago. Marry heauen forbid:
Light GentlemenIle binde it with my shirt.
Enter Bianca.

Bian. What is the matter hoa? Who is't that cry'd?
Iago. Who is't that cry'd?
Bian. Oh my deere Cassio

My sweet Cassio: Oh CassioCassioCassio

Iago. O notable Strumpet. Cassiomay you suspect
Who they should bethat haue thus mangled you?
Cas. No

Gra. I am sorry to finde you thus;
I haue beene to seeke you

Iago. Lend me a Garter. So: - Oh for a Chaire
To beare him easily hence

Bian. Alas he faints. Oh CassioCassioCassio

Iago. Gentlemen allI do suspect this Trash
To be a party in this Iniurie.
Patience awhilegood Cassio. Comecome;
Lend me a Light: know we this faceor no?
Alas my Friendand my deere Countryman
Rodorigo? No: Yes sure: Yes'tis Rodorigo

Gra. Whatof Venice?
Iago. Euen he Sir: Did you know him?
Gra. Know him? I

Iago. Signior Gratiano? I cry your gentle pardon:
These bloody accidents must excuse my Manners
That so neglected you

Gra. I am glad to see you

Iago. How do you Cassio? Oha Chairea Chaire

Gra. Rodorigo?

Iago. Hehe'tis he:
Oh that's well saidthe Chaire.
Some good man beare him carefully from hence
Ile fetch the Generall's Surgeon. For you Mistris
Saue you your labour. He that lies slaine heere (Cassio)
Was my deere friend. What malice was between you

Cas. None in the world: nor do I know the man?

Iago. What? looke you pale? Oh beare him o'th' Ayre.
Stay you good Gentlemen. Looke you paleMistris?
Do you perceiue the gastnesse of her eye?

Nayif you starewe shall heare more anon.
Behold her well: I pray you looke vpon her:
Do you see Gentlemen? Nayguiltinesse will speake
Though tongues were out of vse.
Aemil. Alaswhat is the matter?
What is the matterHusband?

Iago. Cassio hath heere bin set on in the darke
By Rodorigoand Fellowes that are scap'd:
He's almost slaineand Rodorigo quite dead.
Aemil. Alas good Gentleman: alas good Cassio

Iago. This is the fruits of whoring. Prythe aemilia
Go know of Cassio where he supt to night.
Whatdo you shake at that?

Bian. He supt at my housebut I therefore shake not

Iago. O did he so? I charge you go with me.
Aemil. Oh fie vpon thee Strumpet

Bian. I am no Strumpetbut of life as honest
As you that thus abuse me.
Aemil. As I? Fie vpon thee

Iago. Kinde Gentlemen:
Let's go see poore Cassio drest.
Come Mistrisyou must tel's another Tale.
aemiliarun you to the Cittadell
And tell my Lord and Ladywhat hath happ'd:
Will you go on afore? This is the night
That either makes meor foredoes me quight.


Scoena Secunda.

Enter Othelloand Desdemona in her bed.

Oth. It is the Causeit is the Cause (my Soule)
Let me not name it to youyou chaste Starres
It is the Cause. Yet Ile not shed her blood
Nor scarre that whiter skin of hersthen Snow
And smooth as Monumentall Alablaster:
Yet she must dyeelse shee'l betray more men:
Put out the Lightand then put out the Light:
If I quench theethou flaming Minister
I can againe thy former light restore
Should I repent me. But once put out thy Light
Thou cunning'st Patterne of excelling Nature
I know not where is that Promethaean heate
That can thy Light re-Lume.
When I haue pluck'd thy Rose
I cannot giue it vitall growth againe
It needs must wither. Ile smell thee on the Tree.
Oh Balmy breaththat dost almost perswade
Iustice to breake her Sword. One moreone more:
Be thus when thou art deadand I will kill thee
And loue thee after. One moreand that's the last.
So sweetwas ne're so fatall. I must weepe
But they are cruell Teares: This sorrow's heauenly
It strikeswhere it doth loue. She wakes

Des. Who's there? Othello?
Othel. I Desdemona

Des. Will you come to bedmy Lord?
Oth. Haue you pray'd to nightDesdemon?
Des. I my Lord

Oth. If you bethinke your selfe of any Crime
Vnreconcil'd as yet to Heauenand Grace
Solicite for it straight

Des. Alackemy Lord
What may you meane by that?

Oth. Welldo itand be breefeI will walke by:
I would not kill thy vnprepared Spirit
NoHeauens fore-fend) I would not kill thy Soule

Des. Talke you of killing?
Oth. II do

Des. Then Heauen haue mercy on mee

Oth. Amenwith all my heart

Des. If you sayI hope you will not kill me

Oth. Humh

Des. And yet I feare you: for you're fatall then
When your eyes rowle so.
Why I should feareI know not
Since guiltinesse I know not: But yet I feele I feare

Oth. Thinke on thy sinnes

Des. They are Loues I beare to you

Oth. Iand for that thou dy'st

Des. That death's vnnaturallthat kils for louing.
Alaswhy gnaw you so your nether-lip?
Some bloody passion shakes your very Frame:
These are portents: but yet I hopeI hope
They do not point on me

Oth. Peaceand be still

Des. I will so: What's the matter?
Oth. That Handkerchiefe
Which I so lou'dand gaue theethou gau'st to Cassio

Des. No by my Lifeand Soule: send for the man
And aske him

Oth. Sweet Souletake heedtake heed of Periury
Thou art on thy death-bed

Des. Ibut not yet to dye

Oth. Presently.
Therefore confesse thee freely of thy sinne:
For to deny each Article with Oath
Cannot remouenor choake the strong Conception
That I do grone withall. Thou art to dye

Des. O Heauen haue mercy on me

Oth. I sayAmen

Des. And haue you mercy too. I neuer did
Offend you in my life: neuer lou'd Cassio
But with such generall warrantie of Heauen
As I might loue. I neuer gaue him Token

Oth. By Heauen I saw my Handkerchiefe in's hand.
O periur'd womanthou do'st stone my heart
And makes me callwhat I intend to do
A Murtherwhich I thought a Sacrifice.
I saw the Handkerchiefe

Des. He found it then:
I neuer gaue it him: Sendfor him hither:
Let him confesse a truth

Oth. He hath confest

Des. Whatmy Lord?
Oth. That he hath vs'd thee

Des. How? vnlawfully?
Oth. I

Des. He will not say so

Oth. No: his mouth is stopp'd:
Honest Iago hath 'tane order for't

Des. Ohmy feare interprets. What is he dead?
Oth. Had all his haires bin liuesmy great Reuenge
Had stomacke for them all

Des. Alashe is betray'dand I vndone

Oth. Out Strumpet: weep'st thou for him to my face?
Des. O banish memy Lordbut kill me not

Oth. Downe Strumpet

Des. Kill me to morrowlet me liue to night

Oth. Nayif you striue

Des. But halfe an houre

Oth. Being donethere is no pawse

Des. But while I say one prayer

Oth. It is too late.

Smothers her.

aemilia at the doore.

Aemil. My Lordmy Lord? What hoa?
My Lordmy Lord

Oth. What noise is this? Not dead? not yet quite dead?
I that am cruellam yet mercifull
I would not haue thee linger in thy paine?

Aemil. within. What hoa? my Lordmy Lord?

Oth. Who's there?
Aemil. Oh good my LordI would speake a word
with you

Oth. Yes: 'Tis aemilia: by and by. Shee's dead.
'Tis like she comes to speake of Cassio's death:
The noise was high. Hahno more moouing?
Still as the Graue. Shall she come in? Wer't good?
I thinke she stirres againe. Nowhat's best to do?
If she come inshee'l sure speake to my wife:
My wifemy wife: what wife? I haue no wife.
Oh insupportable! Oh heauy houre!
Me thinkesit should be now a huge Eclipse
Of Sunneand Moone; and that th' affrighted Globe
Did yawne at Alteration.
Aemil. I do beseech you
That I may speake with you. Oh good my Lord

Oth. I had forgot thee: oh come in aemilia.
Softby and bylet me the Curtaines draw.
Where art thou? What's the matter with thee now?
Enter aemilia.

Aemil. Oh my good Lordyonders foule Murthers

Oth. What? now?
Aemil. But nowmy Lord

Oth. It is the very error of the Moone
She comes more neerer Earth then she was wont
And makes men mad.
Aemil. Cassiomy Lordhath kill'd
A young Venetiancall'd Rodorigo

Oth. Rodorigo kill'd? and Cassio kill'd?
Aemil. NoCassio is not kill'd

Oth. Not Cassio kill'd? Then Murther's out of tune
And sweet Reuenge growes harsh

Des. O falselyfalsely murder'd.
Aemil. Alas! what cry is that?

Oth. That? What?
Aemil. Outand alasthat was my Ladies voice.
Helpehelpe hoahelpe. Oh Ladie speake againe
Sweet Desdemonaoh sweet Mistrisspeake

Des. A guiltlesse deathI dye.
Aemil. Oh who hath done this deed?
Des. No body: I my selfefarewell:
Commend me to my kinde Lord: oh farewell

Oth. Whyhow should she be murdred?
Aemil. Alas: who knowes?
Oth. You heare her say her selfeit was not I.
Aemil. She said so: I must needs report the truth

Oth. She's like a Liar gone to burning hell
'Twas I that kill'd her.
Aemil. Oh the more Angell sheand you the blacker

Oth. She turn'd to folly: and she was a whore.
Aemil. Thou do'st bely herand thou art a diuell

Oth. She was false as water.
Aemil. Thou art rash as fireto say
That she was false. Oh she was heauenly true

Oth. Cassio did top her: Ask thy husband else.
OI were damn'd beneath all depth in hell:
But that I did proceed vpon iust grounds
To this extremity. Thy Husband knew it all.
Aemil. My Husband?

Oth. Thy Husband.
Aemil. That she was false to Wedlocke?

Oth. Iwith Cassio: had she bin true
If Heauen would make me such another world
Of one entyre and perfect Chrysolite
I'ld not haue sold her for it.
Aemil. My Husband?

Oth. I'twas he that told me on her first
An honest man he isand hates the slime
That stickes on filthy deeds.
Aemil. My Husband?

Oth. What needs this itteranceWoman?
I saythy Husband.
Aemil. Oh Mistris
Villany hath made mockes with loue:
My Husband say she was false?

Oth. HeWoman;
I say thy Husband: Do'st vnderstand the word?
My Friendthy Husband; honesthonest Iago.
Aemil. If he say somay his pernicious Soule
Rot halfe a graine a day: he lyes to'th' heart
She was too fond of her most filthy Bargaine

Oth. Hah?
Aemil. Do thy worst:
This deede of thine is no more worthy Heauen
Then thou was't worthy her

Oth. Peaceyou were best.
Aemil. Thou hast not halfe that powre to do me harm
As I haue to be hurt. Oh Gulloh dolt
As ignorant as durt: thou hast done a deed
(I care not for thy Sword) Ile make thee known
Though I lost twenty liues. Helpehelpehoahelpe:
The Moore hath kill'd my Mistris. Murthermurther.
Enter MontanoGratianoand Iago.

Mon. What is the matter? How now Generall?
Aemil. Ohare you comeIago: you haue done well
That men must lay their Murthers on your necke

Gra. What is the matter?
Aemil. Disproue this Villaineif thou bee'st a man:
He sayesthou told'st him that his wife was false:
I know thou did'st not: thou'rt not such a Villain.
Speakefor my heart is full

Iago. I told him what I thought
And told no more
Then what he found himselfe was aptand true.
Aemil. But did you euer tell him
She was false?

Iago. I did.
Aemil. You told a Lye an odious damned Lye:
Vpon my Soulea Lye; a wicked Lye.
Shee false with Cassio?
Did you say with Cassio?

Iago. With CassioMistris?
Go toocharme your tongue

Emil. I will not charme my Tongue;
I am bound to speake
My Mistris heere lyes murthered in her bed

All. Oh Heauensforefend

Emil. And your reports haue set the Murder on

Othello. Nay stare not Masters
It is true indeede

Gra. 'Tis a strange Truth

Mont. O monstrous Acte

Emil. Villanyvillanyvillany:
I thinke vpon'tI thinke: I smel't: O Villany:
I thought so then: Ile kill my selfe for greefe.
O villany! villany!

Iago. Whatare you mad?
I charge you get you home

Emil. Good Gentlemenlet me haue leaue to speake:
'Tis proper I obey him; but not now:
Perchance IagoI will ne're go home

Oth. Ohohoh

Emil. Naylay thee downeand roare:
For thou hast kill'd the sweetest innocent
That ere did lift vp eye

Oth. Oh she was fowle!
I scarse did know you Vnklethere lies your Neece
Whose breath (indeed) these hands haue newly stopp'd:
I know this acte shewes horrible and grim

Gra. Poore Desdemon:
I am glad thy Father's dead
Thy Match was mortall to him: and pure greefe
Shore his old thred in twaine. Did he liue now
This sight would make him do a desperate turne:
Yeacurse his better Angell from his side
And fall to Reprobance

Oth. 'Tis pittifull: but yet Iago knowes
That she with Cassiohath the Act of shame
A thousand times committed. Cassio confest it
And she did gratifie his amorous workes
With that Recognizance and pledge of Loue
Which I first gaue her: I saw it in his hand:
It was a Handkerchiefean Antique Token
My Father gaue my Mother

Emil. Oh Heauen! oh heauenly Powres!
Iago. Comehold your peace

Emil. 'Twill out'twill out. I peace?
NoI will speake as liberall as the North;
Let Heauenand Menand Diuelslet them all
Allallcrie shame against meyet Ile speake

Iago. Be wiseand get you home

Emil. I will not

Gra. Fyeyour Sword vpon a Woman

Emil. Oh thou dull Moore
That Handkerchiefe thou speak'st of
I found by Fortuneand did giue my Husband:
For oftenwith a solemne earnestnesse
(More then indeed belong'd to such a Trifle)
He begg'd of meto steale't

Iago. Villanous Whore

Emil. She giue it Cassio? Noalas I found it
And I did giu't my Husband

Iago. Filththou lyest

Emil. By Heauen I do notI do not Gentlemen:
Oh murd'rous Coxcombewhat should such a Foole
Do with so good a wife?

Oth. Are there no stones in Heauen
But what serues for the Thunder?
Precious Villaine

Gra. The woman falles:
Sure he hath kill'd his Wife

Emil. II: oh lay me by my Mistris side

Gra. Hee's gonebut his wife's kill'd

Mon. 'Tis a notorious Villain: take you this weapon
Which I haue recouer'd from the Moore:
Come guard the doore withoutlet him not passe
But kill him rather. Ile after that same villaine
For 'tis a damned Slaue.

Oth. I am not valiant neither:
But euery Punie whipster gets my Sword.
But why should Honor out-liue Honesty?
Let it go all.
Aemil. What did thy Song boad Lady?
Hearkecanst thou heare me? I will play the Swan
And dye in Musicke: WilloughWilloughWillough.
Mooreshe was chaste: She lou'd theecruell Moore
So come my Soule to blisseas I speake true:
So speaking as I thinkealasI dye

Oth. I haue another weapon in this Chamber
It was a Sword of Spainethe Ice brookes temper:
Oh heere it is: Vnkle I must come forth

Gra. If thou attempt itit will cost thee deere;
Thou hast no weaponand perforce must suffer

Oth. Looke in vpon me thenand speake with me
Or naked as I am I will assault thee

Gra. What is the matter?

Othel. BeholdI haue a weapon:

A better neuer did it selfe sustaine

Vpon a Soldiers Thigh. I haue seene the day

That with this little Armeand this good Sword

I haue made my way through more impediments

Then twenty times your stop. But (oh vaine boast)

Who can controll his Fate? 'Tis not so now.

Be not affraidthough you do see me weapon'd:

Heere is my iournies endheere is my butt

And verie Sea-marke of my vtmost Saile.

Do you go backe dismaid? 'Tis a lost feare:

Man but a Rush against Othello's brest

And he retires. Where should Othello go?

Now: how dost thou looke now? Oh ill-Starr'd wench

Pale as thy Smocke: when we shall meete at compt

This looke of thine will hurle my Soule from Heauen

And Fiends will snatch at it. Coldcoldmy Girle?

Euen like thy Chastity. O cursedcursed Slaue!

Whip me ye Diuels

From the possession of this Heauenly sight:

Blow me about in windesroast me in Sulphure

Wash me in steepe-downe gulfes of Liquid fire.

Oh Desdemon! dead Desdemon: dead. Ohoh!

Enter LodouicoCassioMontanoand Iagowith Officers.

Lod. Where is this rashand most vnfortunate man?

Oth. That's he that was Othello: heere I am

Lod. Where is that Viper?
Bring the Villaine forth

Oth. I look down towards his feet; but that's a Fable
If that thou bee'st a DiuellI cannot kill thee

Lod. Wrench his Sword from him

Iago. I bleed Sirbut not kill'd

Othel. I am not sorry neitherIl'd haue thee liue:
For in my sense'tis happinesse to die

Lod. Oh thou Othellothat was once so good

Falne in the practise of a cursed Slaue

What shall be saide to thee

Oth. Why any thing:

An honourable Murdererif you will:

For nought I did in hatebut all in Honour

Lod. This wretch hath part confest his Villany:
Did you and he consent in Cassio's death

Oth. I

Cas. Deere GenerallI neuer gaue you cause

Oth. I do beleeue itand I aske your pardon:

Will youI praydemand that demy-Diuell

Why he hath thus ensnar'd my Soule and Body

Iag. Demand me nothing: what you knowyou know:
From this time forthI neuer will speake word

Lod. What? not to pray?
Gra. Torments will ope your lips

Oth. Wellthou dost best

Lod. Sir
You shall vnderstand what hath befalne
(Whichas I thinkeyou know not) heere is a Letter
Found in the pocket of the slaine Rodorigo
And heere anotherthe one of them imports
The death of Cassioto be vndertooke
By Rodorigo

Oth. O Villaine!
Cassio. Most Heathenishand most grosse

Lod. Nowheere's another discontented paper
Found in his pocket too: and this it seemes
Rodorigo meant t'haue sent this damned villaine:
But that (belike) Iago in the interim
Came inand satisfi'd him

Oth. Oh thou pernitious Caitiffe;
How came you (Cassio) by that Handkerchiefe
That was my wiues?

Cassio. I found it in my Chamber:
And he himselfe confest it but euen now
That there he dropt it for a speciall purpose
Which wrought to his desire

Othel. O Foolefoolefoole!

Cassio. There is besidesin Rodorigo's Letter
How he vpbraides Iagothat he made him
Braue me vpon the Watch: whereon it came
That I was cast: and euen but now he spake
(After long seeming dead) Iago hurt him
Iago set him on

Lod. You must forsake this roomeand go with vs:
Your Powerand your Command is taken off
And Cassio rules in Cyprus. For this Slaue
If there be any cunning Crueltie
That can torment him muchand hold him long
It shall be his. You shall close Prisoner rest
Till that the Nature of your fault be knowne
To the Venetian State. Comebring away

Oth. Soft you; a word or two before you goe:
I haue done the State some seruiceand they know't:
No more of that. I pray you in your Letters
When you shall these vnluckie deeds relate
Speake of meas I am. Nothing extenuate
Nor set downe ought in malice.
Then must you speake
Of one that lou'd not wiselybut too well:
Of onenot easily Iealiousbut being wrought
Perplexed in the extreame: Of onewhose hand
(Like the base Iudean) threw a Pearle away
Richer then all his Tribe: Of onewhose subdu'd Eyes
Albeit vn-vsed to the melting moode

Drops teares as fast as the Arabian Trees
Their Medicinable gumme. Set you downe this:
And say besidesthat in Aleppo once
Where a malignantand a Turbond-Turke
Beate a Venetianand traduc'd the State
I tooke by th' throat the circumcised Dogge
And smoate himthus

Lod. Oh bloody period

Gra. All that is spokeis marr'd

Oth. I kist theeere I kill'd thee: No way but this
Killing my selfeto dye vpon a kisse.


Cas. This did I fearebut thought he had no weapon:
For he was great of heart

Lod. Oh Sparton Dogge:
More fell then AnguishHungeror the Sea:
Looke on the Tragicke Loading of this bed:
This is thy worke:
The Obiect poysons Sight
Let it be hid. Gratianokeepe the house
And seize vpon the Fortunes of the Moore
For they succeede on you. To youLord Gouernor
Remaines the Censure of this hellish villaine:
The Timethe Placethe Tortureoh inforce it:
My selfe will straight aboordand to the State
This heauie Actwith heauie heart relate.



The Names of the Actors.

Othellothe Moore.
BrabantioFather to Desdemona.
Cassioan Honourable Lieutenant.
Iagoa Villaine.
Rodorigoa gull'd Gentleman.
Duke of Venice.
MontanoGouernour of Cyprus.
Gentlemen of Cyprus.
Lodouicoand Gratianotwo Noble Venetians.
DesdemonaWife to Othello.
AemiliaWife to Iago.
Biancaa Curtezan.

THE TRAGEDIE OF Othellothe Moore of Venice.