May be abus'd? Have you not read, Roderigo, Of some such thing? I have, indeed Rod. Yes, sir ; [had her! Bra. Call up my brother!-O, that you had Some one way, some another.-Do you know Where we may apprehend her and the Moor? Rod. I think, I can discover him; if you please To get good guard, and go along with me. [call; Bra. Pray you, lead on. At every house I'll Ι may command at most ;-Get weapons, ho And raise some special officers of night.On, good Roderigo ;-I'll deserve your pains. [exeunt. SCENE II. THE SAME. ANOTHER STREET Enter Othello, Iago, and Attendants. Iago. Though in the trade of war I have slain men, Yet do I hold it very stuff o'the conscience, Iago. Nay, but he prated, And spoke such scurvy and provoking terms That, with the little godliness I have, [ribs. I did full hard forbear him. But, I pray, sir, Oth. Let him do his spite: My services, which I have done the signiory, For the sea's worth. But, look what lights come yonder? Enter Cassio, at a distance, and Officers with torches. Iago. These are the raised father, and his You were best go in. [friends: Oth. Not I: I must be found; Is it they? [tenant. Iago. By Janus, I think no. Oth. The servants of the duke, and my lieuThe goodness of the night upon you, friends! What is the news? Cas. The duke does greet you, general; And he requires your haste-post-haste appearance, Even on the instant. Oth. What is the matter, think you? Cas. Something from Cyprus, as I may divine: It is a business of some heat the galleys Have sent a dozen sequent messengers This very night at one another's heels; Iago. Marry, to-Come, captain, will you go? Oth. Have with you. Cas. Here comes another troop to seek for you. Enter Brabantio, Roderigo, and Officers of night, with torches and weapons. Iago. It is Brabantio:-general, be advis'd; He comes to bad intent. Oth. Holla! stand there! Bra. Down with him, thief! [they draw on both sides. Iago. You, Roderigo! come, sir, I am for you. Oth. Keep up your bright swords, for the dew will rust them. Good signior, you shall more command with years, Than with your weapons. Bra. O thou foul thief, where hast thou stow'd my daughter? Damn'd as thou art, thou hast enchanted her: Oth. Hold your hands, Both you of my inclining, and the rest; Bra. To prison; till fit time Of law, and course of direct session, Oth. What if I do obey? Of. 'Tis true, most worthy signior, Bra. How! the duke in council! In this time of the night!-Bring him away: [exit. The Duke and Senators, seated; Officers attending. Duke. There is no composition in these news, That gives them credit. SCENE III. THE SAME. A COUNCIL-CHAMBER. 1 Sen. Indeed, they are disproportion'd; My letters say, a hundred and seven galleys. Duke. And mine, a hundred and forty. 2 Sen. And mine, two hundred: But though they jump not on a just account, (As in these cases, where the aim reports, 'Tis oft with difference) yet do they all confirm A Turkish fleet, and bearing up to Cyprus. Duke. Nay, it is possible enough to judgment: I do not so secure me in the error, But the main article I do approve In fearful sense. Sail. [within.] What ho! what ho! what ho! Sail. The Turkish preparation makes for Rhodes; So was I bid report here to the state, Duke. How say you by this change. By no assay of reason; 'tis a pageant, To keep us in false gaze: When we conside [this, That Rhodes is dress'd in: if we make thought of Enter a Messenger. Have there injointed them with an after-fleet. 1 Sen. Ay, so I thought:-How many, as you guess? Mess. Of thirty sail: and now do they re-stem Their backward course, bearing with frank appearance [tano, Their purposes toward Cyprus.-Signior Mon Bra. Ay, to me; She is abus'd, stol'n from me, and corrupted [ceeding, Bra. Humbly I thank your grace. Here is the man, this Moor; whom now, it seems, Duke & Sen. We are very sorry for it. to this? [to Othello. Bra. Nothing, but this is so. etziuania Oth. Most potent, grave, and reverend signiors, My very noble and approv'd good masters,That I have ta'en away this old man's daughter, It is most true, true I have married her; The very head and front of my offending Hath this extent, no more. Rude am I in my speech, And little bless'd with the set phrase of peace What conjuration, and what mighty magic, Bra. A maiden never bold; Of spirit so still and quiet, that her motion Duke. To vouch this, is no proof; is the Oth. I do beseech you, Send for the lady to the Sagittary, And let her speak of me before her father: Duke. Fetch Desdemona hither. Oth. Ancient, conduct them; you best know the place. [exeunt Iago and Attendants. And, till she come, as truly as to heaven I do confess the vices of my blood, So justly to your grave ears I'll present How I did thrive in this fair lady's love, And she in mine. Duke. Say it, Othello. Oth. Her father lov'd me; oft invited me; I ran it through, even from my boyish days, And often did beguile her of her tears, Enter Desdemona, Iago, and Attendants. Bra. I pray you, hear her speak; If she confess, that she was half the wooer, Des. My noble father, I do perceive here a divided duty: To you, I am bound for life, and education And so much duty as my mother show'd Bra. God be with you!-I have done :- I here do give thee that with all my heart sentence, Which, as a grise, or step, may help these lovers When remedies are past, the griefs are ended, He robs himself, that spends a bootless grief. Bra. So let the Turk of Cyprus us beguile; We lose it not, so long as we can smile. He bears the sentence well, that nothing bears But the free comfort, which from thence he hears: But he bears both the sentence and the sorrow, That, to pay grief, must of poor patience borrow. ear. [state. I humbly beseech you, proceed to the affairs of Duke. The Turk with a most mighty preparation makes for Cyprus :-Othello, the fortitude of the place is best known to you; and though we have there a substitute of most allowed sufficiency, yet opinion, a sovereign mistress of effects, throws a more safer voice on you: you must therefore be content to slubber the gloss of your new fortunes with this more stubborn and boisterous expedition. Oth. The tyrant custom, most grave senators, I find in hardness; and do undertake Duke. If you please, Be't at her father's. Bra. I'll not have it so. Des. Nor I; I would not there reside, Duke. What would you, Desdemona? Oth. Your voices, lords :-beseech you, let her Have a free way. [will Vouch with me, heaven! I therefore beg it not, To please the palate of my appetite; Nor to comply with heat, the young affects, In my distinct and proper satisfaction; But to be free and bounteous to her mind: And heaven defend your good souls, that you think I will your serious and great business scant, For she is with me: No, when light-wing'd toys Of feather'd Cupid seel with wanton dulness My speculative and active instruments, That my disports corrupt and taint my business, Let housewives make a skillet of my helm, And all indign and base adversities Make head against my estimation! [see; well. Bra. Look to her, Moor; have a quick eye to She has deceiv'd her father, and may thee. [exeunt Duke, Senators, Officers, &c. Oth. My life upon her faith.-Honest Iago My Desdemona must I leave to thee: I pr'ythee, let thy wife attend on her; And bring them after in the best advantage.Come, Desdemona; I have but an hour Of love, of worldly matters and direction, To spend with thee: we must obey the time. [exeunt Othello and Desdemona Rod. Iago. Iago. What say'st thou, noble heart? Rod. I will incontinently drown myself. Iago. Well, if thou dost, I shall never love thee after it. Why, thou silly gentleman! Rod. It is silliness to live, when to live is a torment and then have we a prescription to die, when death is our physician. Iago. O villainous! I have looked upon the world for four times seven years; and since I could distinguish between a benefit and an injury, I never found a man that knew how to love himself. Ere I would say, I would drown myself for the love of a Guinea-hen, I would change my humanity with a baboon. Rod. What should I do? I confess, it is my shame to be so fond; but it is not in virtue to amend it. Iago. Virtue? a fig! 'tis in ourselves that we are thus, or thus. Our bodies are our gardens; to the which, our wills are gardeners: so that if we will plant nettles, or sow lettuce; set hyssop, and weed up thyme; supply it with one gender of herbs, or distract it with many; either to have it steril with idleness, or manured with industry; why, the power and corrigible authority of thie lies in our wills. If the balance of our lives had not one scale of reason to poise another of sen. suality, the blood and baseness of our natures would conduct us to most preposterous condu sions: but we have reason to cool our raging motions, our carnal stings, our unbitted lusts; whereof I take this, that you call-love, to be a seet, or scion. Rod. It cannot be. Iago. It is merely a lust of the blood, and a permission of the will. Come, be a man: Drown thyself? drown cats and blind puppies. I have professed me thy friend, and I confess me knit to thy deserving with cables of perdurable toughness; I could never better stead thee than now. Put money in thy purse; follow these wars; defeat thy favour with an usurped beard; I say, put money in thy purse. It cannot be, that Desdemona should long continue her love to the Moor -put money in thy purse;-nor he his to her: it was a violent commencement, and thou shalt see an answerable sequestration ;-put but money in thy purse. These Moors are changeable in their wills;-fill thy purse with money: the food that to him now is as luscious as locusts, shall be to him shortly as bitter as coloquintida. She must change for youth: when she is sated with his body, she will find the error of her choice.-She must have change, she must: therefore put money in thy purse,-If thou wilt needs damn thyself, do it a more delicate way than drowning. Make all the money thou canst: If sanctimony and a frail vow, betwixt an erring barbarian and a supersubtle Venetian, be not too hard for my wits, and all the tribe of hell, thou shalt enjoy her; therefore make money. A pox of drowning thyself! it is clean out of the way; seek thou rather to be hanged in compassing thy joy, than to be drowned, and go without her. Rod. Wilt thou be fast to my hopes, if I depend on the issue? Iago. Thou art sure of me;-Go, make money: -I have told thee often, and I re-tell thee again ACT SCENE I. A SEA-PORT TOWN IN CYPRUS. A PLATFORM. Enter Montano and two Gentlemen. Mon. What from the cape can you discern at sea? 1 Gent. Nothing at all: it is a high-wrought flood; I cannot, 'twixt the heaven and the main, [land; Mon. Methinks, the wind hath spoke aloud at A fuller blast ne'er shook our battlements: If it hath ruffian'd so upon the sea, What ribs of oak, when mountains melt on them, Can hold the mortise? what shall we hear of this? 2 Gent. A segregation of the Turkish fleet: For do but stand upon the foaining shore, The chiding billow seems to pelt the clouds; The wind-shak'd surge, with high and monstrous Seems to cast water on the burning bear, [main, And quench the guards of th' ever fixed pole: I never did like molestation view On the enchafed flood. Mon. If that the Turkish fleet. Be not inshelter'd and embay'd, they are drown'd; It is impossible they bear it out and again, I hate the Moor: My cause is kearted: thine hath no less reason: Let us be conjunctive in our revenge against him: if thou canst cuckold him, thou dost thyself a pleasure, and me a sport. There are many events in the womb of time, which will be delivered. Traverse; go; provide thy money. We will have more of this to-morrow. Adieu. Rod. Where shall we meet i'the morning? Iago. At my lodging. Rod. I'll be with thee betimes. Iago. Go to; farewell. Do you hear, Roderigo? Rod. What say you? Iago. No more of drowning, do you hear. Rod. I am changed. I'll sell all my land. Iago. Go to; farewell: put money enough in your purse. [exit Roderigo. Thus do I ever make my fool my purse: I have't;-it is engender'd :—Hell and night II. Enter a third Gentleman. 3 Gent. News, lords! our wars are done; The desperate tempest hath so bang'd the Turks, That their designment halts: a noble ship of VenHath seen a grievous wreck and sufferance lice On most part of their fleet. Mon. How is this true? 3 Gent. The ship is here put in, Mon. I am glad on't; 'tis a worthy governor. 3 Gent. But this same Cassio, though he speak of comfort, Touching the Turkish loss,-yet he looks sadly, And prays the Moor be safe; for they were partWith foul and violent tempest. Led Mon. 'Pray heaven, he be: As throw out our eyes for brave Othello; |