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See suitors following, and not look behind ;
She was a wight, if ever such wight werem-
Des. To do what?
Iago. To suckle fools and chronicle small beer.
Des. O most lame and impotent conclusion! Do not
learn of him, Emilia, though he be thy husband. How
say you, Cassio ? is he not a most profane and liberal”
counsellor ? Cas. He speaks home, Madam : you may relish him
more in the soldier than in the scholar. Iago [aside.] He takes her by the palm : ay, well said,
whisper : with as little a web as this will I ensnare as
great a fly as Cassio Ay, smile upon her, do; I will
gyve thee in thine own courtship. You say true; 'tis
so, indeed: if such tricks as these strip you out of your
lieutenantry, it had been better you had not kiss'd
your three fingers so oft, which now again you are
most apt to play the Sir in. Very good; well kiss'd!
an excellent courtesy ! 'tis so, indeed. Yet again your
fingers to your lips? would they were clyster-pipes for
your sake! [Trumpet within.] The Moor! I know
CAs. 'Tis truly so.
Des. Let's meet him and receive him.
Cas. Lo, where he comes !
Enter OTHELLO and Attendants.
OTH. O my fair Warrior!
My dear Othello!
Oth. It gives me wonder great as my content
To see you here before me. O
If after every tempest come such calms,
May the winds blow till they have waken'd Death!
And let the labouring bark climb hills of seas
Olympus-high, and duck again as low
As Hell's from Heaven! If it were now to die,
'Twere now to be most happy; for, I fear,
My soul hath her. content so absolute,
That not another comfort like to this
Succeeds in unknown fate.
The Heavens forbid But that our loves and comforts should increase,
Even as our days do grow !
Amen to that, sweet Powers !
I cannot speak enough of this content;
It stops me here; it is too much of joy :
And this, and this, the greatest discords be [kissing her.
That e'er our hearts shall make!
O, you are well tun'd now ! But I'll set down the pegs that make this music,
As honest as I am.
Come, let us to the castle.
News, Friends; our wars are done, the Turks are
How does my old acquaintance of this Isle ?
Honey, you shall be well desir’d in Cyprus;
I have found great love amongst them. O my Sweet,
I prattle out of fashion, and I doat
In mine own comforts. I pr’ythee, good lago,
Go to the bay and disembark my coffers:
Bring thou the master to the citadel ;
He is a good one, and his worthiness
Does challenge much respect. Come, Desdemona,
Once more well met at Cyprus.
[Exeunt OTHELLO, DESDEMONA, and Attendants. Iago. Do thou meet me presently at the harbour. Come
hither. If thou be'st valiant (as, they say, base men being in love have then a nobility in their natures more than is native to them) list me.
The Lieutenant to-night watches on the court-of-guard. First, I must tell thee this, Desdemona is directly in love with
him. Rod. With him! why, 'tis not possible. Iago. Lay thy finger thus, and let thy soul be instructed.
Mark me with what violence she first lov'd the Moor, but for bragging, and telling her fantastical lies: and will she love him still for prating ? let not thy discreet heart think it. Her eye must be fed; and what delight shall she have to look on the Devil ? When the blood is made dull with the act of sport, there should be,
again to inflame it, and to give satiety a fresh appetite,
loveliness in favour, sympathy in years, manners, and
beauties; all which the Moor is defective in. Now,
for want of these requir’d conveniences, her delicate
tenderness will find itself abus'd, begin to heave the
gorge, disrelish and abhor the Moor; very nature will
instruct her in it, and compel her to some second
choice. Now, Sir, this granted (as it is a most pregnant
and unforc'd position) who stands so eminent in the
degree of this fortune as Cassio does ? a knave very
voluble; no further conscionable than in putting on
the mere form of civil and humane seeming, for the
better compassing of his salt and most hidden loose
affection? why, none; why, none: a slipper and subtle
knave; a finder of occasions; that has an eye can
stamp and counterfeit advantages, though true advan-
tage never present itself; a devilish knave! Besides,
the knave is handsome, young, and hath all those
requisites in him that folly and green minds look
after: a pestilent complete knave; and the woman
hath found him already.
Rod. I cannot believe that in her; she's full of most
Iago. Blessed fig's-end ! the wine she drinks is made of
grapes: if she had been blessed, she would never have
lov'd the Moor. Blessed pudding! Didst thou not see
her paddle with the palm of his hand ? didst not mark
Rod. Yes, that I did ; but that was but courtesy.
Iago. Lechery, by this hand; an index and obscure pro-
logue to the history of lust and foul thoughts. They
met so near with their lips, that their breaths embrac'd
together. Villainous thoughts, Roderigo! when these
mutualities so marshal the way, hard at hand comes
the master and main exercise, the incorporate conclu-
sion: pish! But, Sir, be you ruld by me: I have
brought you from Venice. Watch you to-night; for
the command, I 'll lay 't upon you : Cassio knows you
not. I'll not be far from you : do you find some occa-
sion to anger Cassio, either by speaking too loud, or
tainting his discipline; or from what other course you ACT II
please, which the time shall more favourably minister. Sc. I Rod. Well. Iago. Sir, he is rash, and very sudden in choler, and
haply may strike at you: provoke him, that he may; for even out of that will I cause these of Cyprus to mutiny; whose qualification shall come into no true taste again but by the displanting of Cassio. So shall you have a shorter journey to your desires, by the means I shall then have to prefer them; and the impediment most profitably remov’d, without the which
there were no expectation of our prosperity. Rod. I will do this, if I can bring it to any op
portunity. Iago. I warrant thee. Meet me by-and-by at the citadel :
I must fetch his necessaries ashore. Farewell. ROD. Adieu.
[exit. Iago. That Cassio loves her, I do well believe it;
That she loves him, 'tis apt, and of great credit:
The Moor (howbeit that I endure him not)
Is of a constant, loving, noble nature;
And I dare think he'll prove to Desdemona
A most dear husband. Now, I do love her too;
Not out of absolute lust (though peradventure
I stand accountant for as great a sin)
But partly led to diet my revenge,
For that I do suspect the lusty Moor
Hath leap'd into my seat: the thought whereof
Doth, like a poisonous mineral, gnaw my inwards ;
And nothing can or shall content my soul
Till I am even'd with him, wife for wife;
Or failing so, yet that I put the Moor
At least into a jealousy so strong
That judgment cannot cure. Which thing to do,
If this poor trash of Venice, whom I trace
For his quick hunting, stand the putting on,
I'll have our Michael Cassio on the hip;
Abuse him to the Moor in the right garb,
For I fear Cassio with my night-cap too;
li.e. their professional ropute shall not savour well again unless Cassio be condemned. ? i.e. If this poor creature, whom I follow in order to quicken his pursuit. 3 fashion.
Make the Moor thank me, love me, and reward me,
For making him egregiously an ass,
And practising upon
Even to madness. "Tis here, but yet confus'd :
Knavery's plain face is never seen till us’d. [exit.
SCENE II. The Same. A Street.
Enter a Herald with a Proclamation ; People following:
HER. It is Othello's pleasure, our noble and valiant
General, that, upon certain tidings now arriv'd, import-
ing the mere perdition of the Turkish fleet, every man
put himself into triumph; some to dance, some to make
bonfires, each man to what sport and revels his addic-
tion leads him : for, besides these beneficial news, it
is the celebration of his nuptial. So much was his
pleasure should be proclaim'd. All offices are open;
and there is full liberty of feasting from this present
hour of five till the bell have told eleven. Heaven bless
the Isle of Cyprus and our noble General Othello!
SCENE III. The Same. A Hall in the Castle.
Enter OTHELLO, DESDEMONA, CASSIo, and Attendants.
OTH. Good Michael, look you to the guard to-night:
Let's teach ourselves that honourable stop,
Not to outsport discretion.
Cas. Iago hath direction what to do;
But, notwithstanding, with my personal eye
Will I look to 't.
Iago is most honest.
Michael, good night: to-morrow with your
Let me have speech with you. [to DESDEMONA.] Come,
my dear Love,
The purchase made, the fruits are to ensue;
That profit 's yet to come 'tween me and you.
[Exeunt OTHELLO, DESDEMONA, and Attendants.