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true advantage 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 compleat knave ! and the woman hath found him already.

Rod. I cannot believe that of her, she's full of most bless'd condition. lago. Bless'd figs' end! the wine she drinks is made

If she had been bless’d, she would never, have lov'd the Moor. Bless'd pudding ! didit thou not see her paddle with the palm of his hand ? didit not mark that?

Rod. Yes, that I did; but that was but courtesy.

lago. Lechery, by this hand; an index, and obfcure prologue to the history of lust, and foul thoughts, They met so near with their lips, that their breaths em. brac'd together. Villanous thoughts, Rodorigo ! when these mutualities fo marthil the way, hard at hand comes the alter and main exercise, the incorporate conclufion : pith

-But, Sir, be you rul'd by me. I have brought you from Venice. Watch you to night ; for the command il lay't upon you.

Callio knows yol not: l'll not be far from you. Do you find some occafion to anger Callio, either by speaking too loud, or tainting his discipline, or from what other course you please, which the time thall more favourably minister.

Rod. Well.

lago. Sir, he's rash, and very sudden in choler; and happily may strike at you. Provoke him, that he may; for even out of that will I cause those of Cyprus to mutiny: whose qualification shall come into no true taste again, but by transplanting of Callio. So shall you have a shorter journey to your desires, by the means I shall then have to prefer them; and the impediments most profitably removed, without which there was no expectation of our prosperity.

Rod. I will do this, if you can bring it to any oppor• tunity

luge. I wariant thee. Meet me by and by at the citadel I inuit fetch his necellaries short. Farewel. Rod. dieu.

[Exit. VOL. VIll.



Manet Jago. lago. That Caffio loves her, I do well believe : "That she loves him, 'tis apt, and of great credit. The Moor, howbeit ihat 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 love her too, Not out of absolute luft, (though peradventure I land accountant for as great a sin), But partly led to diet my revenge, For that I do suspect, the lusty Moor Hath leapt 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 brach of Venice, whom I cherish For his quick hunting, stand the putting on, l'll have our Michael Callio on the hip, Abuse him to the Moor in the rank garb; (For I fear Callio with my night-cap too); Make the Moor thank me, love me, and reward me, For making him egregiously an ass; And practising upon his peace and quiet, Even to madneis. .'l is here -but yet confus'd ; Koavery's plain face is never seen till us'd. [Exit.

SCENE IX. The street.

Enter Herald with a proclamation. Her. It is Othello's pleasure, our noble and valiant General, that, upon certain tid ngs now arrived, importing the n.ere * perdition of the Turkish fleet, every man put himself into triumph; some to dance, fome lo make bonefires, each man to what sport and revels his nind leads him. For, besides this beneficial news, it is the celebration of his nuptials. So much was his pleaJuie should be proclaimed. All offices are open, and

mere, for :otal.

there is full liberty of feasting, from this present hour of five, till the bell have told eleven. Bless the isle of Cyprus, and our noble General Othello !

[Exit. Exter Othello, Desdemona, Caflio, and Attendants.

Oth. Good Michael, look you to the guard to night;
Let's teach ourselves that honourable lop,
Not to outsport discretion.

Caf. Iago hath direction what to do:
But, notwithstanding, with my personal eye
Will I look to't.

Oth. lago is most honest.
Michael, good night. Tomorrow, with your earliest,
Let me have speech with you. Come, my dear love,
The purchase made, the fruits are to ensue ;
That profit's yet to come 'tween me and you.
Good night.

[Exeunt Othello and Desdemona,

Enter Iago.

Caf. Welcome, lago; we must to the watch.

lago. Not this hour, Lieutenant; 'tis not yet ten oth clock. Our General cast us thus early for the love of his Desdemona“: whom let us not therefore blame ; he hath not yet made wanton. the night with her; and the is sport for Jove.

Caf, She's a most exquisite lady. lago. And, I'll warrant her, full of game, Caf: Indeed she's a most fresh and delicate creature.

lago. What an eye she has? methinks it sounds is parley to provocation.

Caf: An inviting eye; and yet methinks right modeft. Iago And when the speaks, is it not an alarum to love ! Gaf. She is indee j perfe&ion.

lago Well, happinels to their sheets : come, Lieutenant, I have a stoop of wine, anu here without are a brace of Cyprus gallants, that would fain have a mea-sure to the health of the black Othello,

Caf. Not to night, good lago; 1 bave very ponr andunhappy brains for drinking. I could well with courtesy would invent some other custo:n of entertaiumenr.

lazo. Oh, they are our friends; but one cup: l’D:

drink for you.

Cal I have drunk but one cup to-night, and that was craftily qualified too ; and behuld what innovation it makes here. I am uofortunate in the infirmity, and dare not talk my weakness with any more.

lago. What, man? 'tis a night of revels, the gallants defire it.

Caf. Where are they?
Ingo. Here at the door; I pray you, call them in
Cal. i'll do't, but it dislikes me. [Exit Callio

lago. If I can fasten vut one cup upon him, With that which he hath drunk to night already, " He'll be as full of quarrel and offence, “ As my young mistress' dog. Now, my lick fool, Rodorigo, 45. Whom love hath turn'd almost the wrong side out; 70 Deldemona hath tó-night carouz'd Potations pottle.deep; and he's to watch. Three lads of Cyprus, noble fwelling fpirits, (That hold their honours in a wary

distance, The very elements of this warlike ise), Have I to-night fluier'd with ilowing cups, did they watch too. Now, 'mongst this flock of druna Am I to put our Calin in some action, [kards, That may offend the isle. But here they come. If conlequence do but approve my deem, My boat fails freely, both with wind and stream.

SCENE X. Enter Callio, Montano, and Gentlemen,

Caf, 'Fore heav'n, they have given me a rouse already.

Mient, Good faith, a little one: not palt a pint, as ! am a foldier. lago. Some wine, ho!

[Iago Aingsa And let me the canakin clink, clink, And let me the canakin clink.

A soldier's a man; ch, inan's life's but a span;

Why, then let a soldier drink. some wire, boys.

Caf 'fore heav'n an excellent fong.

lago. I learn'd it in England : where indeed they are molt potent in potting. Your Dane, your German, and

your swag-belly'd Hollander,--Drink, ho!

-are nothing to your English.

Caf. Is your English.nan fo exquisite in his drinking?

lago. Why, he drinks you with facility your Dane dead drunk. He sweats not to overthrow your Almain. He gives your Hollander a vomit ere the next pottle: can be fill d.. Cas To the health of our Generali Mon, I am for it, Lieutenant, and I'll do you juftice: lago. Oh sweet England.

King Stephen was an a worthy peer,

His breeches cost him but a crown ;
He held them fixpence all too dear,

With this be call'd the tailor lown..
He was a wight of high renown;

And thou art but of low degree :-
'Tis priile that pulls the country down;"

Then take thine auld cloak about thee..
Some wine, ho!

Caf. Wby, this is a more exquisite song than the other:". lugo, Will you hear't again? Caf. “ No ; for I hold him to be unworthy of hisi place that does thofe things. Well--Heaven's

above all, and there be fouls that must be saved,. " and there be fouls must not be saved..

lago. 'Tis true, good Lieutenant.

Caf. " For mine own part (no offence to the Gene.. " ral, nor any man of quality) I hope to be saved.

lage. And so do I too, Lieutenant.

Caf. Ay, but, by your leave, not before me, The: " Lieutenant is to be saved before the Ancient. Let's " have no more of this ; let's to our affairs. Forgive Qur fins

Gentlemen, let's look to our buliness, " Do not think, Gentlemen, I am drunk: this is my 6. Ancient ; this is my right hand, and this is my left.. “ I am not drunk now ; I can itand well enough, and " I speak well enough.

Gent. Excellent well."

Caf: " Why, very well then : you mut not think 66. then that I am druok.


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