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. [Act 4. Scene 1. lago. There 's many a beast then in a populous Oth. Look, how he laughs already! [Afde. city,

lago. I never knew a woman love man so. And many a civil monster.

Caj. Alas, poor rogue ! I think, indeed, the Orb. Did he confess it?

loves me. lugo. Good fir, be a man;


Oib. Now he denies it faintly, and laughs it out. Think, every bearded fellow, that 's but yok'd,

[did. May draw with you : there's millions now alive, lags. Do you hear, Caffio ? That nightly lie in those unproper ' beds,

Oib. Now he importunes him Which they dare swear peculiar; your case is better. To tell it o’er: Go to; well said, well said. [Afde. O, 'tis the spight of hell, the fiend's arch-mock, 10 lago. She gives it out, that you shall marry her: To lip a wanton in a secure couch,

Do you intend it? And to suppose her chaste! No, let me know; Caf. Ha, ha, ha! And, knowing what I am, I know what she hall be. Oib. Do you triumph, Roman? do you triOib. O, thou art wise ; 'tis certain.


Afide. lago. Stand you a while apart :

151 Caf. I marry her!-what? a customer 1! I Confine yourself but in a patient lift.

pr’ythee, bear some charity to my wit; do not Whilft you were here, ere while, mad with your think it so unwholesome. Ha, ha, ha! grief,

0!b. So,so, so, so. They laugh, that win. (Akde. (A passion most unsuiting such a man)

lago. Why, the cry goes, that you shall marry her. Casio came hither: I shifted him away,

Cas. Pr'ythee, say true. And laid good 'scuse upon your ecstasy 3 ;

lago. I am a very villain elle. Bade him anon return, and here speak with me; Oik. Have you scor'd me 8? Well. (Afde, The which he promis’d. Do but encave yourself 4, Cal. This is the monkey's own giving out: the And mark the feers, the gibes, and notable scorns, Jis persuaded I will marry her, out of her own love That dwell in every region of his face;

25 and flattery, not out of my promise. For I will make him tell the tale anew,

Oth. Iago beckons me; now he begins the story. Where, how, how oft, how long ago, and when

(Afde. He hath, and is again to cope your wife ;

Caf. She was liere even now; the baunts me in I say, but mark his gesture. Marry, patience; every place. I was, the other day, talking on the Or I Mall say, you are all in all in fpleen, 30fea-bank with certain Venetians; and thither And nothing of a man.

comes the bauble; by this hand, the falls thus about Oth. Doft thou hear, Iago ?

my neck ;I will be found most cunning in my patience; Orb, Crying, o dear Caffio! as it were : his But (dost thou hear?) most bloody.

gesture imports it.

(Afde. lags. That 's not amiss ;

35 Cas. So hangs, and lolls, and weeps upon me; so But yet keep time in all. Will you withdraw ? hales, and pulls me : ha, ha, ha!

[Otbello witbdraws. 0:b. Now he tells, how she pluck'd him to my Now will I question Cassio of Bianca,

chamber: 0, I see that nose of yours, but not that A housewife, that, by selling her desires,

dog I shall throw it to.

(Afsde. Buys herself bread and cloaths: it is a creature, 40 Caf. Well, I must leave her company. That dotes on Callio,-as 'tis the strumpet's plague, lago. Before me ! look, where she comes. To beguile many, and be beguild by one ;

Enter Bianca. He, when he hears of her, cannot refrain

Cas. 'Tis such another fitchew 8! marry, a perFrom the excess of laughter :-Here he comes : fum'd one. What do you mean by this haunting Enter Caffio.

45 of me? As he shall smile, Othello Thall go mad;

Bian. Let the devil and his dam haunt you ! And his unbookish s jealousy must construe What did you mean by that same handkerchief, Poor Caffio's smiles, gestures, and light behaviour, you gave me even now? I was a fine fool to take Quite in the wrong.--How do you now, lieutenant ? it. I must take out the whole work.--A likely

Caf. The worser, that you give me the addition, 50 piece of work, that you should find it in your Whose want even kills me.

chamber, and not know who left it there! This Iago. Ply Desdemona well, and you are sure on 't. some minx's token, and I must take out the Now, if this suit lay in Bianca's power,

work? There, give it your hobby-horse: where[Speaking lower.

foever you had it, I'll take out no work on 't. How quickly should you speed ?

55 Caf. How now, my sweet Bianca ? how now? Caf. Alas, poor caitiff !

Ihow now? Umproper, for common. 2 Lift, or lifts, is barriers, bounds. Keep your temper, says Iago, within the bounds of patience.

3 i. e. trance. 4 i. e. hide yourself in a private place. s Unbockijb, for ignorant. Othello calls him Roman ironically. Triumph, which was a Roman ceremony, brought Roman into his thoughts. 7 A common woman, one that invites custom. 8 To score, says Mr. Steevens, originally meant no more than to cut a notch upon a tally, or to mark out a form by in. denting it on any substance; but it was soon figuratively used for setting a brand or mark of disgrace on any one. 9 A polecat. A pole-car was anciently one of the cant terms for a strumpet.


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my lord

Oth. By heaven, that should be my handkerchief !

Iago. Something from Venice, sure. 'Tis Lodo. [Aide. vico,

[him. Bian. An you'll come to fupper to-night, you Come from the duke: and, see, your wife is with may: an you will not, come when you are next prepar'd for.

[Exit. 5

Enter Lodovico, Desdemona, and Attendants. laga. After her, after her.

Lod. Save you, worthy general ! Caf. I muft, she'll rail in the street else.

Orb. With all my heart, fr. lago. Will you sup there?

Lod. The duke and senators of Venice grect you.. Caf. I intend to.

[Gives bim a lettera lago. Well, I may chance to see you; for 110 Otb. I kiss the instrument of their pleasures. would very fain speak with you.

Déf. And what's the news, good couín Lodovico? Caf. Pr'ythee, come; Will you ?

lago. I am very glad to fee you, fignior; lago. Go to; say no more. [Exit Cafio.

Welcome to Cyprus. Oib. How shall I murder him, Iago ?

Lod. I thank you: How does lieutenant Caffio? lago. Did you perceive how he laugh'd at his vice? 15 lago. Lives, sir. Otb. O, lago!

Dif. Cousin, there's fallen between him and lago. And did you see the handkerchief? Orb. Was that mine?

An unkind breach: but you shall make all well. lago. Yours, by this hand : and to see how he Oth. Are you sure of that? prizes the foolish woman your wife! The gave it 20 Def. My lord ? him, and he hath given it his whore.

Oib. This fail you not to do, as you will 0rb. I would have him nine years a killing

[Reads. A fine woman! a fair woman! a sweet woman! Lod. He did not call; he's busy in the paper. lago. Nay, you must forget that.

Is there division 'twixt thy lord and Caffio ? Oib. Ay, let her rot, and perish, and be damnd 25) Def. A most unhappy one; I would do much to-night; for the shall not live: No, my heart is To atone them, for the love I bear to Cassio. turn'd to stone; I strike it, and it hurts my hand. Orb. Fire and brimstone ! O, the world hath not a sweeter creature : she Def. My lord ? might lie by an emperor's side, and command him Orb. Are you wise ? tasks.

30 Des. What, is he angry? lago. Nay, that 's not your way.

Lod. 'May be, the letter mov'd him; Otb. Hang her! I do but say what she is :-S Por, as I think, they do command him home, delicate with her needle ! -An admirable musi- Deputing Callio in his government. cian! O, she will fing the favageness out of a Des. By my troth, I am glad on ’t. bear !--Of so high and plenteous wit and inven-35 Orb. Indeed ? tion!

Def. My lord? lago. She's the worse for all this.

Oib. I am glad to see you mad. Orb. O, a thousand, a thousand times :-And Def. Why, sweet Othello ? then, of so gentle a condition !

Orb, Devil !

[Striking ber. lago. Ay, too gentle.

40 Des. I have not deserv'd this. Oib. Nay, that is certain : But yet the pity of it, Lod. My lord, this would not be believ'd in Venice, Iago!-0, Iago, the pity of it, Iago!

Though I should swear I saw it: 'Tis very much; lago. If you are so fond over her iniquity, give Make her amends, the weeps. her patent to offend; for, if it touch not you, it Otb. O devil, devil! comes near nobody.

45 If that the earth could teem with woman's tears, Otb. I will chop her into messes:-Cuckold me ! Each drop the falls would prove a crocodile Iago. O, 'tis foul in her.

Out of my light! Orb. With mine officer !

Def. I will not stay to offend you. [Going. lago. That's fouler.

Lod. Truly, an obedient lady:Oth. Get me some poison, Iago; this night:- 501 do beseech your lordihip, call her back. I'll not expostulate with her, left her body and Otb. Mistress, beauty unprovide my mind again :-this night, Des. My lord ? lago.

Orb. What would you with her, fir? lage. Do it not with poison; strangle her in her Lud. Who, I, my lord ?

[turn? bed, even the bed the hath contaminated.

55 Oib. Ay; you did wisn, that I would make her 0:b. Good, good: the justice of it pleases; very Sir, me can turn, and turn, and yet go on, good.

And turn again; and the can weep, fir, weep; lago. And, for Cassio,-let me be his undertaker: And she's obedient, as you say,--obedient, You shall hear more by midnight.

Very obedient ;--Proceed you in your tears.

(A trumpet witbin. 60 Concerning this, fire-O well-painted passion! Orb. Excellent good.-What trumpet is that I am commanded home :-Get you away; fame?

li'll send for you anon.-Sir, I obey the mandate,

Tie. to reconcile them.

And And will return to Venice ;-Hence, avaunt! Let heaven requite it with the serpent's curfe!

(Exit Desdemona. For, if the be not honeft, chaste, and true, Cassio shall have my place. And,-fir, to-night, There's no man happy; the purest of their wives I do entreat that we may sup together.

Is foul as Nander. You are welcome, fir, to CyprusGoats and 5 Oib. Bid her come hither ;--80- (Exit Æmilis. monkies!!

[Exit. She says enough ;-yet, Mhe's a simple bawd, Lod. Is this the noble Moor, whom our full That cannot say as much. This is a subtle whore, senate

A closet lock and key of villainous secrets : [do't. Call-all-in-all sufficient ? This the noble nature And yet The'll kneel, and pray; I have seen her Whom passion could not shake? whose solid virtue 10 Re-enter Æmilia, wirb Desdemona. The Mot of accident, nor dart of chance,

Def. My lord, what is your will? Could neither graze, nor pierce?

Otb. Pray, chuck, come hither. lago. He is much chang'd.

Def. What is your pleasure ? Lod. Are his wits safe? is he not light of brain? Orb. Let me see your eyes ; lago. He is that he is; I may not breathe my 15 Look in my face. censure 2.

Def. What horrible fancy's this? (mistress; What he might be,-if, what he might, he is not,- Orb. (To Æmilia.] Some of your function, I would to heaven, he were.

Leave procreants alone, and shut the door; Lod. What, strike his wife !

[knew, Cough, or cry-hem, if any body come : lago. 'Faith, that was not so well; yet 'would I 20 Your mystery, your mystery ;-~nay, dispatch. That stroke would prove the worst.

[Exit Æmilia. Lod. Is it his use?

Def. Upon my knees, what doth your speech Or did the letters work upon his blood,

import? And new-create this fault?

I understand a fury in your words, lago. Alas, alas!

125 But not the words.
It is not honefty in me, to speak [him; Orb. Why, what art thou ?
What I have seen and known. You shall observe Des. Your wife, my lord ;
And his own courses will denote him so,

Your true and loyal wife.
That I may save my speech : Do but go after, Otb. Come, swear it, damn thyself;
And mark how he continues.

30 Lest, being like one of heaven, the devils themLod. I am sorry that I am deceiy'd in him.


[damnid, [Exeunt. Should fear to seize thee : therefore be doubleSC EN E II.

Swear-thou art honeft.
Anorber Apartment in the Castle.

Def. Heaven doth truly know it. [hell.
Enter Orbello, and Æmilia,

351 Oib. Heaven truly knows that thou art false as Orb. You have seen nothing then?

Des. To whom, my lord? With whom? How Æmil. Nor ever heard; nor ever did suspe&t.

am I false Oib. Yes, you have seen Caffio and the together. Orb. O Desdemona !-away! away! away! Æmil. But then I saw no harm; and then 1 Des. Alas, the heavy day!--Why do you weep? heard

40 Am I the occasion of these tears, my lord ? Each fyllable, that breath made up between them. If, haply, you my father do suspect Orb. What, did they never whisper?

An instrument of this your calling back, Æmil. Never, my lord.

Lay not your blame on me; if you have lost him, Orb. Nor send you out o' the way?

Why, I have lost him too. Amil. Never.

[nothing ? 45 Oib. Had it pleas'd heaven Oib. To fetch her fan, her gloves, her mask, nor To try me with affliction ; had he rain'd Æmil. Never, my lord.

All kind of fores, and Mames, on my bare head : Oib. That's strange.

Steep'd me in poverty to the very lips ; Æmil. I durst, my lord, to wager she is honest, Given to captivity me and my utmost hopes; Lay down my soul at stake: if you think other, 50 I Mould have found in some place of my foul Remove your thought; it doth abuse your bosom. A drop of patience : but (alas !) to make me If any wretch hath put this in your head, JA fixed figure for the time of scorn 3

1 Mr. Malone remarks, that in this exclamation Shakspeare has Mewn great art. lago, in the first scene in which he endeavours to awaken his suspicion, being urged to give some evident proof of the guilt of Caffio and Desdemona, tells him it were impossible to have ocular demonstration of it, though they should be “ as prime as goats, as hot as monkies.”—These words, we may suppose, fill ring in the ears of Othello, who being now fully convinced of his wife's infidelity, rushes out with this emphatic exclamation :- Iago's words were but too true-now indeed I am convinced that they are as hot as “ goats and monkies." 2 i. e, my opinion. 3 Mr. Rowe reads " hand of scorn;" and succeeding editors have followed him. Mr. Steevens, however, would (though in opposition to so many great authorities in favour of the change) continue to read with the old copy tbe time of scorx;" and adds, “ We call the bour in wbich we are to die, the bour of death the time when we are to be judged ebe day of judgment—the instant when we suffer calamity-be moment of evil; and why may we not distinguish the time which brings contempt along with it, by the title of tbe time of fcorn"


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1071 To point his Now unmoving finger at

Des. I have none: Do not talk to me, Æmilia;
O! O!

I cannot weep; nor answer have I none,
Yet could I bear that too; well, very well: But what Mould go by water. Pr'ythee, to-night
But there, where I have garner'd I up my heart; Lay on my bed my wedding Meets, remember;
Where either I must live, or bear no life; 5 And call thy husband hither.
The fountain from the which my current runs, Æinil. Here is a change indeed. (Exit.
Or else dries up; to be discarded thence !

Def. 'Tis meet I should be used lo, very meet.
Or keep it as a cistern, for foul toads [there ! How have I been behav'd, that he might stick
To knot and gender in !-turn thy complexion The small'it opinion on my great'st abuse.
Patience, thou young and rose-lipp'd cherubim;

Enter lago, witb Æmilia. Ay, there, look grim as hell!

lago. What is your pleasure, madam ? How is Def: I hope my noble lord esteems me honeft.

it with you?

Orb. O, ay; as summer flies are in the shambles, Def. I cannot tell. Those, that do teach young
That quicken even with blowing. O thou weed, Do it with gentle means, and easy talks :
Who art so lovely fair, and smell'it so sweet, 15 He might have chid me so; for, in good faith,
That the sense aches at thee,-'Would, thou hadnt I am a child to chiding.
ne'er been born!

Iago, What is the matter, lady?
Des. Alas, what ignorant fin have I committed? Æmil. Alas, Iago, my lord hath so bewhor'd her,

Orb. Was this fair paper, this most goodly book, Thrown such despight and heavy terms upon her,
Made to write whore upon? What committed ! 20 As true hearts cannot bear,
Committed ?!- thou public commoner!

Def. Am I that name, Iago?
I should make very forges of my cheeks,

lago. What name, fair lady? That would to cinders burn up modesty,

Des. Such as, Me fays, my lord did say I was.
Did I but speak thy deed.-What committed ! Æmil. He call'd her, whore; a beggar, in his
Heaven stops the nose at it, and the moon winks; 125 drink,
The bawdy wind, that kiffes all it meets,

Could not have laid such terms upon his callet 3.
Is hush'd within the hollow mine of earth,

lago. Why did he fo? And will not hear it: What committed !-Im- Dis. I do not know; I am sure, I am none fuch. pudent strumpet !

lags. Do not weep, do not weep; alas, the day! Def. By heaven, you do me wrong.


Æmi!. Hath Me forsook so many noble matches, Otb. Are not you a strumpet?

Her father, and her country, and her friends, Des. No, as I am a christian :

To be call'd-whore? would it not make one If to preserve this vessel for my lord,

weep? From any other foul unlawful touch,

Des. It is my wretched fortune. Be-not to be a strumpet, I am nonc.

35 lags. Beshrew him for it! Oth. What, not a whore?

How comes this trick upon him? Def. No, as I shall be saved.

Def. Nay, heaven doth know. Otb. Is it possible?

Æmil. I will be hang'd, if some eternal villain, Def. O, heaven forgive us !

Some husy and infinuating rogue, Orb. I cry you mercy, then;

40 Some cogging, cozening Nave, to get some office, I took you for that cunning whore of Venice, Has not devis'd this Nander; I'll be hang'd else. That married with Othello.—You, mistress,

lago. Fie, there is no such man; it is impossible, Enter Æmilia.

Def. If any such there be, heaven pardon him! That have the office opposite to Saint Peter,

Æmil. A halter pardon him! and hell gnaw his And keep the gate of hell; You! you! ay, you! (45) bones!

[company? We have done our course; there's money for your What should he call her, whore? who keeps her pains;

What place? what time? what form ? what likeI pray you, turn the key, and keep our counsel.

lihood ?

[Exit. The Moor's abus'd by some most villainous knave,
Æmil. Alas, what does this gentleman conceive ?-50 Some base notorious 4 knave, some scurvy fellow :--
How do you, madam? how do you, my good lady? O, heaven, that such companions 5 thou’dst unfold;
Def. 'Faith, half asleep.

And put in every honeft hand a whip,
Æmil. Good madam, what's the matter with To lain the rascal naked through the world,

Even from the east to the west!
Def. With who?
155 lago. Speak within door.

[was, Æmil. With my lord, madam.

Amil. O, fie upon him! some such squire he Des. Who is thy lord ?

That curn'd your wit the seamy side without", Æmil. He that is yours, sweet lady.

And made you to suspect me with the Moor. I i. e. treasured up my heart. 2 This word in Shakspeare's time, besides its general signification, seems to have been applied particularly to unlawful acts of love. Hence perhaps it is so often repeated by Orbello.

3 Callet is a lewd woman. 4 Notorious, for gross, not in its proper meaning for anorun. Companions, i. e. fellows. 6 i. e. do not clamour so as to be heard beyond the house. ? That is, infide cuis


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lago. You are a fool; go to.

and even from this instant do build on thee a better Def. O good Iago,

opinion than ever before. Give me thy hand, RodeWhat shall I do to win my lord again?

rigo: Thou hast taken against me a most juft exGood friend, go to him; for, by this light of heaven, ception; but yet, I protest, I have dealt most diI know, not how I lost him. Here I kneel :- 5 rectly in thy affair. If e'er my will did trespass ’gainst his love,

Rod. It hath not appear'd. Either in discourse, or thought, or actual deed; lago. I grant, indeed, it hath not appear’d; and Or that mine eyes, mine ears, or any sense, your suspicion is not without wit and judgment. Delighted them in any other form;

But, Roderigo, if thou hast that within thee in. Or that I do not yet, and ever did,

10 deed, which I have greater reason to believe now And ever will,-though he do thake me off than ever, I mean, purpose, courage, and vaTo beggarly divorcement, love him dearly, lour—this night thew it: If thou the next night Comfort forswear me! Unkindness may do much; following enjoyest not Desdemona, take me from And his unkindness may defeat my life,

this world with treachery, and devise engines for But never taint my love. I cannot say, whore; 115 my life. It does abhor me, now I speak the word;

Rod. Well, what is it? is it within reason and To do the act that might the addition earn, compass? Not the world's mass of vanity could make me. lagu. Sir, there is especial commission come lago. I pray you, be content; 'tis but his hu- (from Venice, to depute Cassio in Othello's place. mour;

Rod. Is that true? why, then Othello and DelThe business of the state does him offence, demona return again to Venice. And he does chide with you.

lago. O, no; he goes into Mauritania, and Def. If 'twere no other,

taketh away with him the fair Desdemona, unless Iago. It is but so, I warrant you. [Trumpers. his abode be linger'd here by some accident; whereHark, how these instruments summon to supper! 25 in none can be so determinate, as the removing of And the great messengers of Venice stay:

Go in, and weep not; all things shall be well. Rod. How do you mean-removing of him?

[Exeunt Desdemona, and Æmilia. Iago. Why, by making him uncapable of OthelEnter Roderige.

lo's place; knocking out his brains. How now, Roderigo ?

[me.30 Rod. And that you would have me to do? Rod. I do not find, that thou deal'it justly with lago. Ay; if you dare do yourself a profit, and lago. What in the contrary?

a right. He sups to-night with a harlot, and thi. Rod. Every day thou doff'ft me with some device, ther will I go to him; he knows not yet of his Iago; and rather (as it seems to me now) keep'rt honourable fortune: if you will watch his going from me all conveniency, than suppliest me with 35 thence, (which I will fashion to fall out between the least advantage of hope. I will, indeed, no twelve and one) you may take him at your plealonger endure it : Nor am I yet persuaded, to fure; I will be near to second your attempt, and put up in peace what already I have foolishly suf- he shall fall between us. . Come, stand not amaz'd fered.

at it, but go along with me; I will thew you lago. Will you hear me, Roderigo?

40 such a neceffity in his death, that you shall think Rod. Faith, I have heard too much ; for your yourself bound to put it on him. It is now high words and performances are no kin together. rupper-time, and the night grows to waste: about lago. You charge me most unjustly.

it. Red. With nought but truth. I have wasted Rod. I will hear further reason for this. myself out of my means. The jewels you have 451 Iago. And you shall be satisfied. [Exam, had from me, to deliver to Desdemona, would half

SCENE III. have corrupted a votarist : You have told me

A Room in the Caftk. The hath receiv'd them, and return'd me expectations and comforts of sudden respect and acquain

Enter Othello, Lodovico, Desdemona, Æmilia, and

Attendants. tance; but I find none.

50 lago. Well; go to; very well.

Lod. I do beseech you, fir, trouble yourself no Rod. Very well! go to! I cannot go to, man;

further. nor 'tis not very well: By this hand, I say, it is Otb. O, pardon me; 'twill do nre good to walk. very scurvy; and begin to find myself fobb'd in it. Lod. Madam, good night; I humbly thank your lugo. Very well.


ladythip. Rod. I tell you, 'tis not very well. I will Def. Your honour is most welcome. make myself known to Desdemona : if she will Oib. Will you walk, fir?-0, Desdemona! return me my jewels, I will give over my suit, Def. My lord? and repent my unlawful solicitation; if not, assure Orh. Get you to bed on the instant; I will be yourself, I will seek satisfaction of you.

60 return'd forthwith : dismiss your attendant there; lago. You have said now.

look it be done.

(Exx. Rod. Ay, and I have said nothing but what I Del. I will, my lord.

[he did. protest intendment of doing.

Æmil. How goes it now? he looks gender than lago, Why, now I see there's mettle in thee ; Dif. He says, he will return incontinent :


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