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Oth. By heaven, that should be my handkerchief! lago. Something fronı Venice, sure. 'Tis Lo

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dovico,

[him. Biun. An you'll come to supper 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. lago. After her, after her.

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

Oth. With all my heart, sir. Iago. Will you sup there?

Lod.The duke and senators of Venice greet you. Cas. I intend so.

[Gives him a letter, lago. Well, I may chance to see you ; for 110

Oth. I kiss the instrument of their pleasures: would very fain speak with you.

Des.Andwhat's the news, good cousin Lodovico? Cas. Prʻythee, come; Will you?

Jago. I am very glad to see you, signior; lago. Go to; say no more.

[Erit Cassio.

Welcome to Cyprus. Oth. How shall I'murder him, Iago? vice! Lod. I thank you: How does lieutenant Cassio? lugo. Did you perceive how he laugh'd at his 15 lago. Lives, sir. Oth. O, lago!

Des. Cousin, there's fallen between him and lago. And did you see the handkerchief?

niy lord Oth. Was that mine?

An unkind breach: but you shall make all well. Iago. Yours, by this hand: and to see how he Oth. Are you sure of that? prizes the foolish woman your wife! she gave it 20

Des. My lord? him, and he hath given it his whore.

Oth. This fail you not to do, as you will Oth. 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 Cassio ? Oth. Ay, let her rot, and perish, and be damn’d25 Des. A inost unhappy one; I would do much to-night; for she shall not live: No, my heart is To atone then', for the love I bear to Cassio. turn'd to stone; I strike it, and it hurts my

hand.

Oth. Fire and brimstone! O, the world hath not a sweeter creature: she Des. My lord? might lie by an einperor's side, and comnand him Oth. Are you wise? tasks.

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

Lod. 'May be, the letter mov'd him; Oth. Hang her! I do but say what she is :-S0 For, as I think, they do command him home, delicate with her needle !-An admirable musi- Deputing Cassio in his government. cian! O, she will sing the savageness out of a

Des. By my troth, I am glad on't. bear !--Of so high and plenteous wit and inven-35

Oth. Indeed?

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

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

Oth. Devil:

[Striking her. lago. Ay, too gentle. 1401 Des. I have not deserv'd this.

(nice. Oih. Nay, that's certain : Butyet the pity of it, Lod. My lord, this would not be believ'd in Vee Iago !--0, lago, the pity of it, lago!

Though I should swear I saw it: 'Tis very much; Iago. If you are so fond over her iniquity, give

Make her amends, she weeps. her patent to offend; for, if it touch not you, it Oth. O devil, devil! comes ncar nobody.

145 If that the carth could teem with woman's tears, Oth. I will chop her into messes:--Cuckold me! Each drop she falls would prove a crocodile :lago. O, 'tis foul in her.

Out of my sight! Oih. With mine officer !

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

Lod. Truly, an obcdient lady: Oțn. Get me some poison, Iago ; this night:-50|1 do beseech your lordship, call her back. I'll not expostulate with her, lest her body and Oth. Mistress, beauty unprovide my mind again :~this night, Des. My lord ? lago.

Oth. What would you with her, sir? Jago. Do it not with poison; strangle her in her Lod. Who, I, my lord?

(turn? bed, even the bed she hath contaminated. 155 Oth. Ay; you did wish, that I would make her Oth. Good, good: the justice of it pleases; very

Sir, she can turn, and turn, and yet go on, good.

And turn again; and she can weep, sis, weep; Iago. 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 within.60 Concerning this, sir, well-painted passion! Oth. Excellent good. What trumpet is that

I ain commanded home:-Get you away; same?

lI'll send for you anon. --Sis, I obey the mandate,

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lie, to reconcile them.

And

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

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

Is foul as slander. You are welcome, sir, to Cyprus.---Goats and 5 Oth. Bid her come hither;-go-[Erit Æmilia. monkeys!

[Erit. She says enough ;-yet, she'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 she'll kneel, and pray; I have seen her Whom passion could not shake? whose solid virtue 10 Re-enter Æmilia, with Desdemona. The shot of accident, nor dart of chance,

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

Oth. Pray, chuck, come hither. Iago. He is much chang d.

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

face. censure?

Des. What horrible fancy's this? [mistress; What he might be,~if, what he might, he is not, Oth. [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-hen, if any body come: lago. "Faith, that was not so well; yet’would i 20Your mystery, your mystery;--nay, dispatch. That stroke would prove the worst.

(Erit Æmilia. Lod. Is it his use?

Des. 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 honesty in me, to speak [him; Oth. 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, Oth. Come, swear it, damn thyself;
And inark how he continues.

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

selves

[damn'
[Excunt. Should fear to seize thee: therefore be double
SCENE II.

Swear-thou art honest.
Another Apartment in the Castle.

Des. Heaven doth truly know it. [hell,
Enter Othello, and Æmilia.

35 Oth. Heaven truly knows that thou art false as Oth. You have seen nothing then?

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

am I false? Oth. Yes, you haveseen Cassio and she together. Olh. O Desdemona!-away! away! away! Æmil. But then I saw no harm; and then I Des. Alas, the heavy day!-Why do you weep? heard

40 Am I the occasion of these tears, my lord? Each syllable, that breath made up between them. lf

, haply, you my father do suspect Oth. 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, Oth. Nor send you out o' the way?

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

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

All kind of sores, and shames, on my bare head: . Oth. That's strange.

Steep'd ine in poverty to the very lips; Emil. I durst, my lord, to wager she is honest, Given to captivity me and my utnost hopes ; Lay down my soul at stake: if you think other, 50 I should have found in some place of my soul 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, |A fixed figure for the time of scorn'

• Mr. Malone remarks, that "in this exclamation Shakspeare has shewn great art. lago, in the first sc le in which he endeavours to awaken his suspicion, being urged to give some evident proof of the guilt

of Cassio and Desdemona, tells him it were impossible to have ocular demonstration of it, though they should

be " as prime as goats, as hot as monkeys.—These words, we may suppose, still ring in the ears of Othello, who, being now fully convinced of his wife's infidelity, rushes out with this emphatic exclamation:-Jago's words were but too true ;-now indeed I am convinced that they are as hot as “goats and monkeys.• i.e. my opinion. s 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; "the time of scorn, and adds, "We call the hour in which we are to die, the hour of death ;-the time when we are to be judged, the day of judgement ;-—the instant when we suffer calamity, the moment of evil: and why may we not distinguish the time which brings contempt along with it, by the title of the time of scorn "

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To point his slow unmoving finger at,

Des. I have none: Do not talk to me, Æmilia; 0!0!

I cannot weep; nor answer have I none, Yet could I bear that too; well, very well: But what should go by water. Prythee, to-night But there, where I have garner'd' up my

heart;

Lay on my bed my wedding sheets,-rememWhere either I must live, or bear no life; 5 And call thy husband hither.

(ber;-The fountain from the which my current runs,

Æmil. Here is a change indeed. [Exit. Or else dries up; to be discarded thence!

Des. "Tis meet I should be used so, 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'st opinion on my great'st abuse ? Patience, thou young and rose-lipp'd cherubimn; 10

Enter lago, with A milia. Ay, there, look grim as hell!

lago. What is your pleasure, madam? How is Des. I hope my noble lord esteems me honest.

it with you?

[babes, Oth. O, ay; as summer flies are in the shambles, Des. I cannot tell. Those, that do teach young That quicken even with blowing. O thou weed, Do it with gentle means, and easy

tasks: Who art so lovely fair, and smell'st so sweet, 15 He might have chid me so; for, in good faith, . That the sense aches at thee,—'Would, thou hadst I am a child to chiding. ne'er been born!

lago. What is the matter, lady? [her, Des. Alas, what ignorant sin have I committed Amil. Alas, lago, my lord hath so bewhor'd

Oth. Was this fair paper, this most goodly book, Thrown such despight and heavy terms upon her, Made to write whore upon: What comniitted! 20 As true hearts cannot bear. Committed?!-0 thou public commoner!

Des. Am I that name, lago? I should make very forges of my cheeks,

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

Des. Such as, she says, 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; 25 drink, The bawdy wind, that kisses all it meets, Could not have laid such terms upon his callet!. Is hush'd within the hollow mine of earth,

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

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

130 Amil. Hath she forsook so many noble matches, Oth. 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 none.

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

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

Des. Nay, heaven doth know. Oth. Is it possible?

Amil. I will be hang’d, if some eternal villain, Des. O, heaven forgive us!

Some busy and insinuating rogue, Oth. I cry you mercy then;

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

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

Des. If any such there be, heaven pardon hiin! That have the office opposite to Saint Peter, Æmil. A halter, pasdon him! and hell gnaw his And keep the gate of hell; You! you! ay, you! 145 bones!

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

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

lihood ?

[Erit. The Moor’sabus'd by some most villainous knave, Æmil. Alas,what does this gentleman conceive?-- 50 Some base notorious" knave, some scurvy fellow:How do you, madam? how do you, my good O, heaven, that such companions thou’dst unDes. 'Faith, half asleep.

(lady! And put in every honest hand a whip, [fold; Æmil. Good madam, what's the matter with To lash the rascal naked through the world,

Even from the east to the west ! Des. With who? 55 Tago. Speak within door.

(was, Amil. With my lord, madam.

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

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

And made you to suspect me with the Moor. ' i. e. treasured up my heart. * 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 Othello.

3 Callet is å lewd woman. * Notorious, for gross, not in its proper meaning for known. Companions, i. e. fellows. : i.e. do not clamous so as to be heard beyond the house. That is, inside out.

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Iago. You are a fool; go to.

and even from this instant do build on thec a betDes. O good lago,

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

Roderigo: Thou hast taken against me a most just Good friend, go to him; for, by this light of heaven, exception ; but yet, I protest, I have dealt most I know not how I lost him. Here I knech :- 5 directly 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; Iago. 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 judgement. Delighted them in any other forin;

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

10 deed, which I have greater reason to believe now And ever will,—though he do shake me off than ever,- I mean, purpose, courage, and vaTo beggarly divorcement, love bim dearly, lour,—this night shew it: If thou the next night Confort 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; 15 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. Iago. Sir, there is especial commission come Iago. I pray you, be content; 'tis but his hu- from Venice, to depute Cassio in Othello's place. mour;

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

Iago. O, no; he goes into Mauritania, and Des. If’twere no other,

taketh away with him the fair Desdemona, unless Iugo. It is but so, I warrant you. [Trumpets. his abode be linger'd here by some accident; Hark, how these instruments summon to supper ! 25/wherein none can be so determinate, as the reAnd the great messengers of Venice stay: moving of Cassio. Go in, and weep not; all things shall be well. Rod. How do you mean-removing of him?

[Exeunt Desdemona, and Æmilia. lago. Why, by making him uncapable of Othet Enter Roderigo.

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'st justly with Iago. Ay; if you dare do yourself a protit, and Iago. What in the contrary?

a right. He sups to-night with a harlot, and tbiRod. Every day thou dott'st me with some de- ther will I go to him ;-he knows not yet of his vice, Iago; and rather (as it seenis to me now) honourable fortune: if you will watch his going keep’st from me all conveniency, than suppliest 35 thence, (which I will fashion to fall out between me with the least advantage of hope. I will, in- twelve 'and one) you may take him at your pleadeed, no longer endure it: Nor am I yet per- sure; I will be near to second your attempt, and suaded, to put up in peace what already I have he shall fall between us. Coine, stand not amaz'd foolishly suttered.

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

40 such a necessity 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. supper-time, and the night grows to waste: about lago. You charge me most unjustly.

it. Rod. With nought but truth. I have wasted Rod. I will hear further reason for this. myself out of my means. The jewels you have 45 lago. And you shall be satisfied. [Ereunt. had from ine, to deliver to Desdemona, would half have corrupted a votarist: You have told me

SCENE II. she hath receiv'd them, and return'd me ex

A Room in the Castle. pectations and comforts of sudden respect and ac- Enter Othello, Lodovico, Desdeniona, Emilia, and quaintance; but I find none.

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Attendants. Iago. Well; go to; very well.

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

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

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ladyship. Rod. I tell you, 'tis not very well. I will make Des. Your honour is most welcome. myself known to Desdemona : if she will return Oth. Will you walk, sir?-0, Desdemona! me my jewels, I will give over my suit, and re- Des. My lord? pent my unlawful solicitation; if not, assure your- Oth. Get you to bed on the instant; I will be self, I will seek satisfaction of you.

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

look it be done.

(Erit. Rod. Ay, and I have said nothing but what I Des. I will, my lord.

she did. protest intendinent of doing.

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

He He hath commanded me to go to bed,

Des. I have heard it said so.

-0, these mes, And bade me to dismiss you.

these men! Æmil. Dismiss me!

flia, Dost thou in conscience think,-* me, Æmilia, Des. It was his bidding; therefore, good Æmi- That there be women do abase their busbands Give me my nightly wearing, and adieu:

5 In such gross kind? We must not now displease him.

Amil. There be some such, no question, Æmil. I would, you had never seen him! Des. Would'st thou do such a deed for all the Des. So would not I; my love doth so approve

world? him,

Æmil. Why, would not you? Thateren hisstubbornness,his checks,and frowns,- 10 Des. No, by this heavenly light! Pr’ythee, unpin me,-have grace and favour in Æmil Nor'I neither, by this heavenly light; them.

[the bed. I might do 't as well i' the dark. Æmil. I have laid those sheets you bade me on Des. Would'st thou do such a deed for all the Des. All's one –Good father! how foolish are

world?

[price our minds !

15. Æmil. The world is a htige thing: 'Tis a great If I do die before thee, pr'ythee shroud me For a small vice. In one of those same sheets.

Des. In troth, I think thou would'st not. · Æmil. Come, come, you talk.

Æmil. In troth, I think I should; and undo't, Des. My mother had a maid, calld__ Barbara ; when I had done. Marry, I would not do such a She was in love: and he, she lov’d, prov'd mad", 20thing for a joint ring; nor for measures of lawn; And did forsake her : she had a song of willow, nor for gowns, petticoats, nor caps, nor any petty An old thing, 'twas, but it express'd her fortune, exhibition : but, for all the whole world, -Why, And she dy'd singing it: That song, to-night, who would not make her husband a cuckold, to Will not go from my inind; I have much to do, make him a monarch? I should venture purga. But to go hang my head all o'one side,

|25|tory for 't. And

sing it like poor Barbara. Pr’ythee, dispatch. Des. Beshrew me, if I would do such a wrong Æmii. Shall I go fetch your night-gown?

for the whole world. Des. No, unpin me here.

Æmil. Why, the wrong is but a wrong i' the This Lodovico is a proper man.

world; and, having the world fot your labour, Emil. A very handsome man.

30|'tis a wrong in your own world, and you might Des. He speaks well.

quickly make it right. Æmil. I know a lady in Venice, would have Des. I do not think, there is any such woman. Walk'd barefoot to Palestine, for a touch of his Æmil. Yes, a dozen; and as many to the van. nether lips

(tree,

tage', as Des. "The poor soul sat singing by a sycamore 35 Would store the world they play'd for.

Sing all a green willow; [Singing But, I do think, it is their husbands' faults, Her hand on her bosom, her head on her knee, [f wives do fall : Say, that they slack their duties, Sing willow, willow, willow:

And pour our treasures into foteiga laps; The fresh streams ran by her, and murmur'd her Or else break out in peevish jealousies, [us, moans;

40 Chrowing restraint upon us ; or, say, they strike Sing willow, &c.

[stones ; Or scant our former having in despight! Her salt tears fell from her, and soften'd the Why, we have galls; and, though we have some Lay by these:

grace, Sing willow, &c.

Yet have we some revenge: Let husbands know, Willow, willoru, &c.

45 Their wives have sense like them; they see, and Pr'ythee, hye thee; he'll come arron.-

smell, Sing all a green willow must be my garland. And have their palates both for sweet and sour, 2.

As husbands have. What is it that theý do, Let nobody blame him, his scorn I approve, When they change us for others? Is it sport? Nay, that's not next. Hark! who is it that 50 [ think it is ; And doth affection breed it? knocks?

I think it doth; Is 't frailty, that thus errs? Emil. It is the wind.

It is so too: And have not we affections? Des. I call d my loce, false loče: but what said Desires for sport ? and frailty, as men have? he then?

Then, let them use us well: elie, let them know, Sing willow, &c.

[men.55 The ills we do, their ills instruct us to. if I court more women, you'll couch with more Des. Good night, good night: Heaven me such So, get thee gone; good night.Mine eyes do itch;

Not to pick bad from bad; but, by bad, mend! Doth that bode weeping?

[Ereunt. Æmil. 'Tis neither here not there.

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' i.e. wild, frantick, uncertain.-We still call a wild girl a mad-cap. * This song is printed in the first volume of Percy's Reliques of Ancient English Poetry. 'i. e. to boot, over sid above. its e. our former allowance of expence : Usuge is an old word for custom.

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