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Come, Desdemona : 't is the soldiers' life Every inordinate cup is unblessed, and the ingreTo have their balmy slumbers waked with strife, dient is a devil.

[Exeunt all but Iago and Cassio. Iago. Come, come, good wine is a good fami Iago. What, are you hurt, lieutenant? liar creature, if it be well used : exclaim no more Cas. Ay, past all surgery.

against it. And, good lieutenant, I think you Iago. Marry, heaven forbid !

think I love you. Cas. Reputation, reputation, reputation! 0, | Cas. I have well approved it, sir.—I drunk! I have lost my reputation! I have lost the Iago. You or any man living may be drunk immortal part, sir, of myself, and what remains | at some time, man. I 'll tell you what you shall is bestial.—My reputation, Iago; my reputation ! do. Our general's wife is now the general :-I

Iago. As I am an honest man, I thought you may say so in this respect, for that he hath had received some bodily wound: there is devoted and given up himself to the contemplamore offence in that than in reputation. Re- tion, mark, and denotement of her parts and putation is an idle and most false imposition; / graces. Confess yourself freely to her; imporoft got without merit, and lost without deserving. tune her: she 'll help to put you in your place You have lost no reputation at all, unless you again. She is of so free, so kind, so apt, so repute yourself such a loser. What, man! there blessed a disposition, that she holds it a vice in are ways to recover the general again. You | her goodness not to do more than she is reare but now cast in his mood; a punishment quested. This broken joint between you and more in policy than in malice: even so as one her husband entreat her to splinter; and, my would beat his offenceless dog, to affright an fortunes against any lay worth naming, this imperious lion. Sue to him again, and he's crack of your love shall grow stronger than it your's.

was before. Cas. I will rather sue to be despised, than to Cas. You advise me well. deceive so good a commander with so slight, so Iago. I protest, in the sincerity of love and drunken, and so indiscreet an officer. Drunk; }

honest kindness. and speak parrot; and squabble; swagger; Cas. I think it freely; and betimes in the mornswear; and discourse fustian with one's own ing I will beseech the virtuous Desdemona to unshadow !-0 thou invisible spirit of wine, if dertake for me. I am desperate of my fortunes, thou hast no name to be known by, let us | if they check me here. call thee devil!

Iago. You are in the right. Good night, lieuteIago. What was he that you followed with nant: I must to the watch. your sword? What had he done to you?

Cas. Good night, honest Iago. [Erit. Cis. I know not.

Iago. And what 's he, then, that says I play Ingo. Is it possible?

the villain ; Cas. I remember a mass of things, but nothing When this advice is free I give, and honest, distinctly: a quarrel, but nothing wherefore.—0 Probal to thinking, and, indeed, the course that men should put an enemy in their mouths To win the Moor again? For 't is most easy to steal away their brains! that we should, with The inclining Desdemona to subdue joy, revel, pleasure, and applause, transform our- | In any honest suit: she's framed as fruitful selves into beasts!

As the free elements. And then, for her Iago. Why, but you are now well enough: To win the Moor,-were't to renounce his baptism, how came you thus recovered?

All seals and symbols of redeemed sin,Cas. It hath pleased the devil drunkenness to His soul is so enfettered to her love give place to the devil wrath: one imperfectness That she may make, unmake, do what she list, shews me another, to make me frankly despise Even as her appetite shall play the god myself.

With his weak function. How am I, then, a villain, Iago. Come, you are too severe a moraler. | To counsel Cassio to this parallel course, As the time, the place, and the condition of this Directly to his good ?—Divinity of hell! country stands, I could heartily wish this had When devils will the blackest sins put on, not befallen : but since it is as it is, mend it for They do suggest at first with heavenly shows; your own good.

As I do now. For while this honest fool Cas. I will ask him for my place again : he Plies Desdemona to repair his fortunes, shall tell me I am a drunkard! Had I as many | And she for him pleads strongly to the Moor, mouths as Hydra, such an answer would stop! I'll pour this pestilence into his ear,them all.—To be now a sensible man, by-and-by That she repeals him for her body's lust: a fool, and presently a beast! O strange!- And by how much she strives to do him good,

She shall undo her credit with the Moor.
So will I turn her virtue into pitch,
And out of her own goodness make the net
That shall enmesh them all.-How now, Roderigo?

Enter Roderigo. Rod. I do follow here in the chase, not like a hound that hunts, but one that fills up the cry. My inoney is almost spent; I have been to-night exceedingly well cudgelled ; and I think the issue will be, I shall have so much experience for my pains : and so, with no money at all, and a little more wit, return to Venice. lago. How poor are they that have not

patience ! What wound did ever heal but by degrees ? Thou know'st we work by wit, and not by

witchcraft;

And wit depends on dilatory time.
Does 't not go well? Cassio hath beaten thee,
And thou by that small hurt hast cashiered Cassio.
Though other things grow fair against the sun,
Yet fruits that blossom first will first be ripe :
Content thyself awhile.-By the mass, 't is

morning :
Pleasure and action make the hours seem short.--
Retire thee: go where thou art billetted.
Away, I say; thou shalt know more hereafter.
Nay, get thee gone. [Exit Roderigo.]—Two

things are to be done :
My wife must move for Cassio to her mistress;
I'll set her on :
Myself, the while, to draw the Moor apart,
And bring him jump when he may Cassio find
Soliciting his wife.-Ay, that's the way:
Dull not device by coldness and delay. (Exit.

general."

Scene I.-- Before the Castle.

Clo. If you have any music that may not be

heard, to 't again : but, as they say, to hear Enter Cassio, and some Musicians.

music the general does not greatly care. Cas. Masters, play here (I will content your 1st Mus. We have none such, sir. pains)

Clo. Then put up your pipes in your bag, for Something that's brief; and bid, “Good-morrow, | I'll away. Go; vanish into air ; away. [Music.

[Exeunt Musicians.

Cas. Dost thou hear, my honest friend? Enter Clown.

Clo. No, I hear not your honest friend; I Clo. Why, masters, have your instruments been hear you. at Naples, that they speak i' the nose thus? Cas. Pr’y thee, keep up thy quillets. There's 1st Mus. How, sir, how?

a poor piece of gold for thee : if the gentlewoman Clo. Are these, I pray you, called wind in that attends the general's wife be stirring, tell struments ?

her there's one Cassio entreats her a little favour 1st Mus. Ay, marry are they, sir.

of speech. Wilt thou do this? Clo. O, thereby hangs a tail.

Clo. She is stirring, sir : if she will stir hither, Ist Mus. Whereby hangs a tale, sir?

I shall seem to notify unto her.

[Exit. Clo. Marry, sir, by many a wind instrument that I know. But, masters, here's money for

Enter Lago. you: and the general so likes your music, that Cas. Do, good my friend.—In happy time, Iago. he desires you, of all loves, to make no more Iago. You have not been abed, then ? noise with it.

Cas. Why, no: the day had broke 1st Mus. Well, sir, we will not.

Before we parted. I have made bold, lago,

To send in to your wife : my suit to her

Cas. Bounteous madam, Is, that she will to virtuous Desdemona

Whatever shall become of Michael Cassio, Procure me some access.

He's never anything but your true servant. Iago. I'll send her to you, presently; Des. O, sir, I thank you. You do love my lord: And I 'll devise a mean to draw the Moor

You have known him long: and be you well assured Out of the way, that your converse and business He shall in strangeness stand no further off May be more free.

[Exit. Than in a politic distance. Cas. I humbly thank you for 't. I never knew Cas.. Ay, but, lady, A Florentine more kind and honest.

That policy may either last so long,

Or feed upon such nice and waterish diet,
Enter Emilia.

Or breed itself so out of circumstance,
Emil. Good-morrow, good lieutenant. I am That. I being absent, and my place supplied
sorry

My general will forget my love and service. For your displeasure ; but all will soon be well.

Des. Do not doubt that: before Emilia here, The general and his wife are talking of it; I give thee warrant of thy place : assure thee, And she speaks for you stoutly. The Moor replies,

If I do vow a friendship I 'll perform it That he you hurt is of great fame in Cyprus, To the last article. My lord shall never rest; And great affinity ; and that, in wholesome

I'll watch him tame, and talk him out of patience: wisdom,

His bed shall seem a school, his board a shrift: He might not but refuse you: but he protests I 'll intermingle everything he does he loves you,

With Cassio's suit. Therefore be merry, Cassio; And needs no other suitor but his likings

For thy solicitor shall rather die
To take the saf'st occasion by the front,

Than give thy cause away.
To bring you in again.
Cas. Yet, I beseech you

Enter Othello and lago, at a distance. (If you think fit, or that it may be done),

Emil. Madam, here comes
Give me advantage of some brief discourse My lord.
With Desdemona alone.

Cas. Madam, I 'll take my leave.
Emil. Pray you, come in:

Des.

Why, stay,
I will bestow you where you shall have time And hear me speak.
To speak your bosom freely.

Cas. Madam, not now: I am very ill at ease; Cas. I am much bound to you. [Exeunt. Unfit for mine own purposes.

Des. Well, do your discretion. [Exit Cassio.

Iago. Ha! I like not that.
Scene II.-A Room in the Castle.

Oth. What dost thou say?
Enter Othello, Iago, and Gentlemen.

Iago. Nothing, my lord: orif, Iknow not what.

Oth. Was not that Cassio parted from my wife! Oth. These letters give, lago, to the pilot;

Tago. Cassio, my lord ? No, sure, I cannot think it, And by him do my duties to the state. That done, I will be walking on the works :

That he would steal away so guilty-like,

Seeing you coming. Repair there to me.

Oth. I do believe 't was he.
Iago. Well, my good lord, I 'll do 't.

Des. How now, my lord ?
Oth. This fortification, gentlemen,shall we see 't?
Gent. We'll wait upon your lordship. [Exeunt.

I have been talking with a suitor here,
A man that languishes in your displeasure.

Oth. Who is 't you mean?
Scene III.-Before the Castle.

Des. Why, your lieutenant Cassio. Good my

lord,
Enter Desdemona, Cassio, and Emilia. I If I have any grace or power to move you,
Des. Be thou assured, good Cassio, I will do | His present reconciliation take:
All my abilities in thy behalf.

For if he be not one that truly loves you, Emil. Good madam, do: I know it grieves That errs in ignorance and not in cunning, my husband

I have no judgment in an honest face. As if the case were his.

I pr’ythee call him back. Des. O, that's an honest fellow.-Do not Oth. Went he hence now? doubt, Cassio,

Des. Ay, sooth; so humbled, But I will have my lord and you again

That he hath left part of his grief with me: As friendly as you were.

I suffer with him. Good love, call him back.

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Oth. Not now, sweet Desdemona : some other

time.
Des. But shall 't be shortly?
Oth. The sooner, sweet, for you.
Des. Shall 't be to-night at supper?
Oth. No, not to-night.
Des. To-morrow dinner, then?

Oth. I shall not dine at home :
I meet the captains at the citadel.
Des. Why then, to-morrow night; or Tuesday

morn; : Or Tuesday noon, or night; or Wednesday

morn:I pray thee, name the time; but let it not Exceed three days. In faith, he's penitent: And yet his trespass, in our common reason (Save that they say the wars must make examples Out of their best), is not almost a fault To incur a private check. When shall he come? Tell me, Othello. I wonder in my soul What you could ask me that I should deny, Or stand so mammering on. What! Michael

Cassio, That came a wooing with you; and so many a

Oth. Pr'y thee, no more: let him come when

he will: I will deny thee nothing.

Des. Why, this is not a boon : 'T is as I should entreat you wear your gloves, Or feed on nourishing dishes, or keep you warm ; Or sue to you to do peculiar profit To your own person. Nay, when I have a suit Wherein I mean to touch your love indeed, It shall be full of poize and difficulty, And fearful to be granted.

Oth. I will deny thee nothing :
Whereon, I do beseech thee grant me this,
To leave me but a little to myself.

Des. Shall I deny you? no. Farewell, my lord.
Oth. Farewell, my Desdemona: I will come

to thee straight.
Des. Emilia, come. Be it as your fancies

teach you : Whate'er you be, I am obedient. [Exit with Emilia.

Oth. Excellent wretch! Perdition catch my soul But I do love thee! and, when I love thee not, Chaos is come again.

Tago. My noble lord,
Oth. What dost thou say, Iago?
Iago. Did Michael Cassio, when you wooed

my lady, Know of your love ?

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Oth. He did, from first to last. Why dost thou ask? As where's that palace whereinto foul things

Iago. But for a satisfaction of my thought: Sometimes intrude not?—who has a breast so pure No further harm.

But some uncleanly apprehensions Oth. Why of thy thought, Iago ? Keep leets and law-days, and in session sit Iago. I did not think he had been acquainted With meditations lawful? with her.

Oth. Thou dost conspire against thy friend, lago, Oih. () yes; and went between us very oft. If thou but think'st him wronged, and mak'st his Iago. Indeed? Oth. Indeed! ay, indeed.--Discern'st thou A stranger to thy thoughts. aught in that?

Iago. I do beseech you, Is he not honest?

Though I perchance am vicious in my guess Iago. Honest, my lord ?

(As I confess it is my nature's plague Oth.

Honest!--Ay, honest. To spy into abuses; and oft my jealousy Iago. My lord, for aught I know.

Shapes faults that are not), -I entreat you then, Oth. What dost thou think?

From one that so imperfectly conjects, Iago. Think, my lord ?

You'd take no notice; nor build yourself a trouble Oth.

Think,
Think, my lord !

Out of his scattering and unsure observance. By heaven, he echoes me,

It were not for your quiet nor your good, As if there were some monster in his thought Nor for my manhood, honesty, or wisdom, Too hideous to be shewn.-Thou dost mean some- To let you know my thoughts. thing :

Oth. What dost thou mean? I heard thee say but now,-- Thou lik’dst not that, Iago. Good name, in man and woman, dear When Cassio left my wife. What didst not like?

my lord, And when I told thee he was of my counsel Is the immediate jewel of their souls: In my whole course of wooing, thou criedst, Who steals my purse, steals trash : 't is some" Indeed?"

thing, nothing ; And didst contract and purse thy brow together, 'T was mine, 't is his, and has been slave to thouAs if thou then hadst shut up in thy brain

sands: Some horrible conceit. If thou dost love me, But he that filches from me my good name, Shew me thy thought.

Robs me of that which not enriches him, Iago. My lord, you know I love you.

And makes me poor indeed. Oth. I think thou dost:

Oth. By heaven, I 'll know thy thought. And, for I know thou art full of love and honesty, Iago. You cannot, if my heart were in your hand; And weigh'st thy words before thou giv'st them | Nor shall not, whilst 't is in my custody. breath,

Oth. Ha! Therefore these stops of thine fright me the more: Iago. O beware, my lord, of jealousy: For such things in a false disloyal knave

It is the green-eyed monster which doth make Are tricks of custom; but in a man that 's just, | The meat it feeds on. That cuckold lives in bliss, They are close denotements working from the heart, Who, certain of his fate, loves not his wronger: That passion cannot rule.

But 0, what damnéd minutes tells he o'er, Iago. For Michael Cassio,

Who dotes, yet doubts; suspects, yet strongly loves! I dare be sworn I think that he is honest.

Oth. O misery! Oth. I think so too.

Iago. Poor and content is rich, and rich enough: lago. Men should be what they seem; But riches, fineless, is as poor as winter, Or, those that be not, 'would they might seem none. To him that ever fears he shall be poor.

Oth. Certain, men should be what they seem. Good heaven, the souls of all my tribe defend
Iago. Why then, I think Cassio's an honest man. From jealousy!
Oth. Nay, yet there's more in this:

Oth. Why! why is this?
I pray thee, speak to me as to thy thinkings,

Think'st thou I'd make a life of jealousy, As thou dost ruminate; and give thy worst of To follow still the changes of the moon thoughts

With fresh suspicions? No: to be once in doubt, The worst of words.

Is-once to be resolved. Exchange me for a goat, lago. Good my lord, pardon me: When I shall turn the business of my soul Though I am bound to every act of duty,

To such exsufflicate and blown surmises, I am not bound to all that slaves are free to. Matching thy inference. "Tis not to make me Utter my thoughts! Why, say they are vile and

jealous, false,

To say my wife is fair, feeds well, loves company;

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