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Which is indeed but sign. That you shall surely find him,

Lead to the Sagittary the raised search:
And there will I be with him. So, farewell.
Enter below, BRABANTIO, and Servants with

Bra. It is too true an evil: gone she is ; And what's to come of my despised time *, Is nought but bitterness.-Now, Roderigo, Where didst thou see her?-O, unhappy girl! With the Moor, say'st thou?-Who would be a father? [deceivest me How didst thou know 'twas she? O, thou Past thought!-What said she to you?-Get more tapers:

Raise all my kindred.-Are they married think Rod. Truly, I think, they are. [you? Bra. O heaven!-How got she out!-0 treason of the blood![minds Fathers, from hence trust not your daughters' By what you see them act.-Are there not charms,

By which the property of youth and maidhood

May be abused? Have you not read, Roderigo,
Of some such thing?

Yes, sir; I have indeed.
Bra. Call up my brother.-O, that you had
had her?-

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

To get good guard, and go along with me. Bra. Pray you, lead on. At every house I'll call;

I 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. lago. Though in the trade of war I have

slain men,

Yet do I hold it very stuff o'the conscience, To do no contrived murder; I lack iniquity Sometimes, to do me service: Nine or ten times [the ribs.

I had thought to have yerk'd him here under Oth. 'Tis better as it is.

lago. Nay, but he prated, And spoke such scurvy and provoking terms Against your honour,

That, with the little godliness I have,

I did full hard forbear him. But, I pray, sir,
Are you fast married? for, be sure of this,-
That the magnifico † is much beloved;
And hath, in his effect, a voice potential
As double as the duke's; he will divorce you;
Or put upon you what restraint and grievance
The law (with all his might, to enforce it on,)
Will give him cable.

* Old age.

* Seat or throne. Unsettled.

Let him do his spite:

Oth. My services, which I have done the signiory, Shall out-tongue his complaints. 'Tis yet to know, [nour, (Which, when I know that boasting is an ho I shall promulgate,) I fetch my life and being From men of royal siege ; and my demerits May speak, unbonneted, to as proud a forAs this that I have reached: For know, Iago, But that I love the gentle Desdemona, I would not my unhoused ¶ free condition Put into circumscription and confine For the sea's worth. But, look! what lights come youder?


Enter CASSIO, at a distance, and certain Officers with Torches.

Iago. These are the raised father, and his You were best go in. [friends: Oth. Not I: I must be found; My parts, my title, and my perfect soul, Shall manifest me rightly. Is it they?

Lago. By Janus, I think no. [lieutenant. Oth. The servants of the duke, and my The 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 appear-
Even on the instant.
What is the matter, think you?
Cas. Something from Cyprus, as I may di

It is a business of some heat: the galleys
Have sent a dozen sequent ** messengers
This very night at one another's heels;
And many of the consuls, raised, and met,
Are at the duke's already: You have been
hotly call'd for;

When, being not at your lodging to be found,
The senate hath sent about three several
To search you out.
[quests +,
'Tis well I am found by you.
I will but spend a word here in the house,
And go with you.


[Exit. Ancient, what makes he here? Iago. 'Faith, he to-night hath boarded a

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A rich vessel.

Lago. You, Roderigo! come, sir, I am for [dew will rust them.

you. Oth. Keep up your bright swords, for the Good signior, you shall more command with Than with your weapons. [years, Bra. O thou foul thief, where hast thou stow'd my daughter?

Damn'd as thou art, thou hast enchanted her
For I'll refer me to all things of sense,

If she in chains of magic were not bound,
Whether a maid-so tender, fair, and happy;
So opposite to marriage, that she shann'd
The wealthy curled darlings of our nation,
Would ever have, to incur a general mock,
Run from her guardage to the sooty bosom
Of such a thing as thou: to fear, not to de-


Judge me the world, if 'tis not gross in sense,
That thou hast practised on her with foul
Abused her delicate youth with drugs, or mi-
That waken motion:-I'll have it disputed on;
'Tis probable, and palpable to thinking.

1 therefore apprehend and do attach thee,
For an abuser of the world, a practiser
Of arts inhibited and out of warrant:-
Lay hold upon him; if he do resist,
Subdue him at his peril.

Hold your hands,
Both of you of my inclining, and the rest:
Were it my cue to fight, I should have known

[go Without a prompter.-Where will you that I To answer this your charge?


To prison: till fit time - Of law, and course of direct session, Call thee to answer.

Oth. What if I do obey ? How may the duke be therewith satisfied? Whose messengers are here about my side, Upon some present business of the state, To bring me to him?

Off. 'Tis true, most worthy signior, The duke's in council; and your noble self, I am sure, is sent for. Bra. How! the duke in council! In this time of the night!-Bring him away: Mine's not an idle cause: the duke himself, Or any of my brothers of the state, Cannot but feel this wrong, as 'twere their own: For if such actions may have passage free, Bond-slaves, and paganst, shall our statesmen be. [Exeunt. SCENE III.

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The same. A Council

The Duke, and Senators, sitting at a Table;
Officers attending.

Duke. There is no composition in these That gives them credit. [news, 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,

To terrify not delight. Conjecture.

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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 keep us in false gaze: When we consider
The importancy of Cyprus to the Turk;
And let ourselves again but understand,
That, as it more concerns the Turk than

So may he with more facile question || bear it,
For that it stands not in such warlike brace ¶,
But altogether lacks the abilities

That Rhodes is dress'd in:-if we make thought of this,

We must not think, the Turk is so unskilful,
To leave that latest which concerns him first;
Neglecting an attempt of ease, and gain,
To wake, and wage**, a danger profitless.
Duke. Nay, in all confidence, he's not for
Off. Here is more news.


Enter a Messenger.

Mess. The Ottomites, reverend and graci[Rhodes, Steering with due course toward the isle of Have there injointed them with an after fleet. 1 Sen. Ay, so I thought: How many, as you guess? [stem

Mess. Of thirty sail: and now do they reTheir backward course, bearing with frank appearance [tano,

Their purposes toward Cyprus.-Signior Mon--
Your trusty and most valiant servitor,
With his free duty recommends you thus,
And prays you to believe him.

Duke. "Tis certain then for Cyprus.Marcus Lucchesé, is he not in town? 1 Sen. He's now in Florence. Duke. Write from us; wish him post-posthaste despatch. [liant Moor. 1 Sen. Here comes Brabantio, and the vaEnter BRABANTIO, OTHELLO, IAGO, RODERIGO, and Officers. Duke. Valiant Othello, we must straight employ you

Against the general enemy Ottoman.

I did not see you; welcome, gentle signior; [To BRABANTIO. We lack'd your counsel and your help to night. Bra. So did I your's: Good your grace, pardon me;

+ The pagans and Easy.dispute.

bond-slaves of Africa. State of defence.

t Consistency. ** Combat.

Neither my place, nor aught 1 heard of busi


Hath raised me from my bed; nor doth the
general care

Take hold on me; for my particular grief
Is of so flood-gate and o'er bearing nature,
That it engluts and swallows other sorrows,
And it is still itself.


Why, what's the matter?
Bra. My daughter! O, my daughter!

Ay, to me;
She is abused, stolen from me, and corrupted
By spells and medicines bought of mounte-
For nature so preposterously to err, [banks:
Being not deficient, blind, or lame of sense,
Sans witchcraft could not- [ceeding,
Duke. Whoe'er he be, that, in this foul pro.
Hath thus beguiled your daughter of herself,
And you of her, the bloody book of law
You shall yourself read in the bitter letter,
After your own sense; yea, though our pro-
Stood in your action t.
[per son
Humbly I thank your grace.
Here is the man, this Moor; whom now, it


Your special mandate, for the state affairs,
Hath hither brought.

Duke & Sen. We are very sorry for it.
Duke. What, in your own part, can you
say to this?

Bra. Nothing but this is so.
Oth. Most potent, grave, and reverend sig-
My very noble and approved 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

And little bless'd with the set phrase of peace;
For since these arms of mine hath seven years'
Till now some nine moons wasted, they have
⚫ Their dearest action in the tented field;
And little of this great world can I speak,
More than pertains to feats of broil and battle;
And therefore little shall I grace my cause,
In speaking for myself: Yet, by your gracious

I will a round unvarnish'd tale deliver
Of my whole course of love; what drugs,
what charms,

What conjuration, and what mighty magic,
(For such proceeding I am charged withal,)
I won his daughter with.
A maiden never bold;
Of spirit so still and quiet, that her motion
Blush'd at herself; And she,-in spite of nature,
Of years, of country, credit, every thing,-
To fall in love with what she fear'd to look on?
It is a judgment maim'd, and most imperfect,
That will confess-perfection so could err
Against all rules of nature; and must be driven
To find out practices of cunning hell,

• Without. Weak show.

++ Caves and dens. "

+ Accnsation.

Why this should be. I therefore vocch again,
That with some mixtures powerful o'er the

Or with some dram conjured to this effect,
He wrought upon her.

To vouch this, is no proof;
Without more certain and more overt test ý,
Than these thin habits, and poor likelihoods
Of modern seeming, do prefer against him.
1 Sen. But, Othello, speak ;-


Did you by indirect and forced courses
Subdue and poison this young maid's affections!
Or came it by request, and such fair question
As soul to soul affordeth?
I do beseech you,
Send for the lady to the Sagittary ¶,
And let her speak of me before her father:
If you do find me foul in her report,
The trust, the office, I do hold of you,
Not only take away, but let your sentence
Even fall upon my life..
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 loved me; oft invited me;
Still question'd me the story of my life,
From year to year; the battles, sieges, for-
That I have pass'd.

I ran it through, even from my boyish days,
To the very moment that he bade me tell it.
Wherein I spoke of most disastrous chances,
Of moving accidents, by flood, and field;
Of hair-breadth scapes i' the imminent deadly
Of being taken by the insolent foe, "[breach;
And sold to slavery; of my redemption thence,
And portance ** in my travel's history:
Wherein of antres ft vast, and deserts idle,
Rough quarries, rocks, and hills whose heads
touch heaven,

It was my hint to speak, such was the process;
And of the Cannibals that each other eat,
The Anthropophagi, and men whose heads
Do grow beneath their shoulders. These things
to hear,

Would Desdemona seriously incline: [thence;
But still the house affairs would draw her
Which ever as she could with haste despatch,
She'd come again, and with a greedy ear
Devour up my discourse: Which I observing,
Took once a pliant hour; and found good means
To draw from her a prayer of earnest heart,
That I would all my pilgrimage dilate,
Whereof by parcels she had something
But not intentively 9: I did consent; [heard,
And often did beguile her of her tears,
When I did speak of some distressful stroke,
That my youth suffer'd. My story being done,

Best exertion. § Open proof.
The sign of the fictitious creature so called.
My behaviour.
#Parts. § Intention and attention were once synonymom

She gave me for my pains a world of sighs": She swore,-In faith, 'twas strange, 'twas passing strange;

'Twas pitiful, 'twas wondrous pitiful: She wish'd, she had not heard it; yet she wish'd

That heaven had made her such a man: she thank'd me;

And bade me, if I had a friend that loved her,
I should bat teach him how to tell my story,
And that would woo her. Upon this hint, I

She loved me for the dangers I had pass'd;
And I loved her, that she did pity them.
This only is the witchcraft I have used;
Here comes the lady, let her witness it.
Enter DESDEMONA, IAGO, and Attendants.
Duke. I think, this tale would win my
Good Brabantio,
[daughter too.

Take up this mangled matter at the best:
Men do their broken weapons rather use,
Than,their bare hands.

I pray you, hear her speak;
If she confess, that she was half the wooer,
Destruction on my head, if my bad blame
Light on the man!-Come hither, gentle mis-

Do you perceive in all this noble company,
Where most you owe obedience?

My noble father,
I do perceive here a divided duty :
To you, I am bound for life, and education;
My life, and education, both do learn me
How to respect you; you are the lord of duty,
I am hitherto your daughter: But here's my

And so much duty as my mother show'd
To you, preferring you before her father,
So much I challenge that I may profess
Due to the Moor, my lord.

Bra. God be with you !-I have done :
Please it your grace, on to the state affairs;
I had rather to adopt a child, than get it.-
Come hither, Moor:

I here do give thee that with all my heart, Which, but thou hast already, with all my heart [jewel, I would keep from thee.-For your sake, I am glad at soul I have no other child; For thy escape would teach me tyranny, To hang elogs on them.-I have done, my lord. Duke. Let me speak like yourself; and lay a sentence, [lovers Which, as a grise*, or step, may help these Into your favour.

When remedies are past, the griefs are ended, By seeing the worst, which late on hopes depended.

To mourn a mischief that is past and gone,
Is the next way to draw new mischief on.
What cannot be preserved when fortune takes,
Patience her injury a mockery makes.
The robb'd, that smiles, steals something from
the thief;

He robs himself, that spends a bootless grief.

Grise from degrees. words of consolation.

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Bra. So let the Turk of Cyprus us beguile;
We losei t not, so long as we can smile.
He bears the sentence well, that nothing bears
But the free comfort which from thence he

But he bears both the sentence and the sorrow,
That, to pay grief, must of poor patience bor-
These sentences, to sugar, or to gall, [row.
Being strong on both sides, are equivocal :
But words are words; I never yet did hear,
That the bruised heart was pierced through the
[of state.

ear t.

I humbly beseech you, proceed to the affairs Duke. The Turk with a most mighty preparation makes for Cyprus :-Othello, the for titude 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 sena. tors,

Hath made the flinty and steel couch of war
My thrice-driven bed of down: I do agnize §
A natural and prompt alacrity,

I find in hardness; and do undertake
These present wars against the Ottomites.
Most humbly therefore bending to your state,
I crave fit disposition for my wife;
Due reference of place, and exhibition .
With such accommodation, and besort,
As levels with her breeding.


Be't at her father's. Bra.

Oth. Nor I.

If you please,

I'll not have it so.

Des. Nor I; I would not there reside,
To put my father in impatient thoughts,
By being in his eye. Most gracious duke,
To my unfolding lend a gracious ear;
And let me find a charter in your voice,
To assist my simpleness.

Duke. What would you, Desdemona ?
Des. That I did love the Moor to live with

My downright violence and storm of fortunes
May trumpet to the world; my heart's subdued
Even to the very quality of my lord:
I saw Othello's visage in his mind;
And to his honours, and his valiant parts,
Did I my soul and fortunes consecrate.
So that, dear lords, if I be left behind,
A moth of peace, and he go to the war,
The rites, for which I love him, are bereft me,
And I a heavy interim shall support
By his dear absence: Let me go with him.
Oth. Your voices, lords :-'beseech you, let
Have a free way.
[her 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 T,
In my distinct and proper satisfaction;
But to be free and bounteous to her mind:

ti. e., That the wonnds of sorrow were ever cured by + Obscure. § Acknowledge. Allowance. Affes


ind heaven defend your good souls, that you think

I will your serious and great business scant, Fort 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 busi-

Let housewives make a skillet of my helm,
And all indign and base adversities
Make head against my estimation! [mine,
Duke, Be it as you shall privately deter-
Either for her stay, or going; the affair cries
And speed must answer it; you must hence
Des. Tonight, my lord?
Duke. At nine i'the

meet again.

This night. 1

With all my heart. morning here we'll

Othello, leave some officer behind,
And he shall our commission bring to you;
With such things else of quality and respect,
As doth import you.


Please your grace, my ancient; A man he is of honesty and trust: To his conveyance I assign my wife, [think With what else needful your good grace shall To be sent after me.


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Let it be so. Good night to every one. And, noble signior, [TO BRABANTIO, If virtue no delighted beauty lack, Your son-in-law is far more fair than black. 1 Sen. Adieu, brave Moor! use Desdemona well. [to see; Bra. Look to her, Moor; have a quick eye She has deceived her father, and may thee. [Exeunt Duke, Senators, Officers, &c. Oth. My life upon her faith.-Honest lago, 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. What will I do, thinkest thou? lago, Why, go to bed, and sleep.

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.

Jago. O villanous! 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

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drown myself for the love of a guinea-hen, would change my humanity with a baboon. Rod. What should I do? I confess, it is my shame to be so fond **; bu ** 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 this lies in our wills. If the balance of our lives had not one scale of reason to poise another of sensu ality, the blood and baseness of our natures would conduct us to most preposterous conclusions: But we have reason to cool our raging motions, our carnal stings, our unbitted + lusts; whereof I take this, that you call-love, to be a sect, or scion.

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 bệtter thee than now. Put money in thy

Pu follow these w with an usurped bars; defeat thy favour

Isay, 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

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 lus cious 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 thy self, do it a more delicate way than drowning. Make all the money thou canst: If sanctimony and a frail vow, betwixt an err ing 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 and again, I hate the Moor: My cause is hearted: thine hath no less reason; Let us be conjunctive in our revenge against A small kettle. #Unbridled.

Blind. **Foolish.

Forbid. Helmet. ¶ Immediately. A sect is what the gardeners call a cutting. 29. Change your countenance with a false beard.

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