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twg_000000024000 | of black Othello. CASSIO. Not tonight, good Iago. I have very poor and unhappy brains for drinking. I could well wish courtesy would invent some other custom of entertainment. IAGO. O, they are our friends; but one cup: Ill drink for you. CASSIO. I have drunk but one cup tonight, and that was craftily qualified too, and behold, what innovation | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024001 | it makes here: I am unfortunate in the infirmity, and dare not task my weakness with any more. IAGO. What, man! Tis a night of revels. The gallants desire it. CASSIO. Where are they? IAGO. Here at the door. I pray you, call them in. CASSIO. Ill dot; but it dislikes me. [_Exit._] IAGO. If I can fasten but one | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024002 | cup upon him, With that which he hath drunk tonight already, Hell be as full of quarrel and offence As my young mistress dog. Now my sick fool Roderigo, Whom love hath turnd almost the wrong side out, To Desdemona hath tonight carousd Potations pottle-deep; and hes to watch: Three lads of Cyprus, noble swelling spirits, That hold their honours | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024003 | in a wary distance, The very elements of this warlike isle, Have I tonight flusterd with flowing cups, And they watch too. Now, mongst this flock of drunkards, Am I to put our Cassio in some action That may offend the isle. But here they come: If consequence do but approve my dream, My boat sails freely, both with wind | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024004 | and stream. Enter Cassio, Montano and Gentlemen; followed by Servant with wine. CASSIO. Fore God, they have given me a rouse already. MONTANO. Good faith, a little one; not past a pint, as I am a soldier. IAGO. Some wine, ho! [_Sings._] _And let me the cannikin clink, clink, And let me the cannikin clink, clink: A soldiers a man, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024005 | O, mans lifes but a span, Why then let a soldier drink._ Some wine, boys! CASSIO. Fore God, an excellent song. IAGO. I learned it in England, where indeed they are most potent in potting: your Dane, your German, and your swag-bellied Hollander,drink, ho!are nothing to your English. CASSIO. Is your Englishman so expert in his drinking? IAGO. Why, he | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024006 | 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 filled. CASSIO. To the health of our general! MONTANO. I am for it, lieutenant; and Ill do you justice. IAGO. O sweet England! [_Sings._] _King Stephen was a worthy peer, His breeches cost | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024007 | him but a crown; He held them sixpence all too dear, With that he calld the tailor lown. He was a wight of high renown, And thou art but of low degree: Tis pride that pulls the country down, Then take thine auld cloak about thee._ Some wine, ho! CASSIO. Fore God, this is a more exquisite song than the | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024008 | other. IAGO. Will you hear t again? CASSIO. No, for I hold him to be unworthy of his place that does those things. Well, Gods above all, and there be souls must be saved, and there be souls must not be saved. IAGO. Its true, good lieutenant. CASSIO. For mine own part, no offence to the general, nor any man | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024009 | of quality, I hope to be saved. IAGO. And so do I too, lieutenant. CASSIO. Ay, but, by your leave, not before me; the lieutenant is to be saved before the ancient. Lets have no more of this; lets to our affairs. Forgive us our sins! Gentlemen, lets look to our business. Do not think, gentlemen, I am drunk. This | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024010 | is my ancient, this is my right hand, and this is my left. I am not drunk now. I can stand well enough, and I speak well enough. ALL. Excellent well. CASSIO. Why, very well then. You must not think, then, that I am drunk. [_Exit._] MONTANO. To the platform, masters. Come, lets set the watch. IAGO. You see this | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024011 | fellow that is gone before, He is a soldier fit to stand by Csar And give direction: and do but see his vice, Tis to his virtue a just equinox, The one as long as th other. Tis pity of him. I fear the trust Othello puts him in, On some odd time of his infirmity, Will shake this island. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024012 | MONTANO. But is he often thus? IAGO. Tis evermore the prologue to his sleep: Hell watch the horologe a double set If drink rock not his cradle. MONTANO. It were well The general were put in mind of it. Perhaps he sees it not, or his good nature Prizes the virtue that appears in Cassio, And looks not on his | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024013 | evils: is not this true? Enter Roderigo. IAGO. [_Aside to him._] How now, Roderigo? I pray you, after the lieutenant; go. [_Exit Roderigo._] MONTANO. And tis great pity that the noble Moor Should hazard such a place as his own second With one of an ingraft infirmity: It were an honest action to say so To the Moor. IAGO. Not | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024014 | I, for this fair island. I do love Cassio well and would do much To cure him of this evil. But, hark! What noise? [_Cry within_: Help! help!] Enter Cassio, driving in Roderigo. CASSIO. Zounds, you rogue, you rascal! MONTANO. Whats the matter, lieutenant? CASSIO. A knave teach me my duty! Ill beat the knave into a twiggen bottle. RODERIGO. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024015 | Beat me? CASSIO. Dost thou prate, rogue? [_Striking Roderigo._] MONTANO. Nay, good lieutenant; I pray you, sir, hold your hand. CASSIO. Let me go, sir, Or Ill knock you oer the mazard. MONTANO. Come, come, youre drunk. CASSIO. Drunk? [_They fight._] IAGO. [_Aside to Roderigo._] Away, I say! Go out and cry a mutiny. [_Exit Roderigo._] Nay, good lieutenant, Gods | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024016 | will, gentlemen. Help, ho!Lieutenant,sir,Montano,sir: Help, masters! Heres a goodly watch indeed! [_A bell rings._] Whos that which rings the bell?Diablo, ho! The town will rise. Gods will, lieutenant, hold, You will be shamd forever. Enter Othello and Attendants. OTHELLO. What is the matter here? MONTANO. Zounds, I bleed still, I am hurt to the death. OTHELLO. Hold, for your lives! | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024017 | IAGO. Hold, ho! lieutenant,sir,Montano,gentlemen, Have you forgot all place of sense and duty? Hold! The general speaks to you; hold, hold, for shame! OTHELLO. Why, how now, ho! From whence ariseth this? Are we turnd Turks, and to ourselves do that Which heaven hath forbid the Ottomites? For Christian shame, put by this barbarous brawl: He that stirs next to | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024018 | carve for his own rage Holds his soul light; he dies upon his motion. Silence that dreadful bell, it frights the isle From her propriety. What is the matter, masters? Honest Iago, that looks dead with grieving, Speak, who began this? On thy love, I charge thee. IAGO. I do not know. Friends all but now, even now, In quarter, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024019 | and in terms like bride and groom Devesting them for bed; and then, but now, As if some planet had unwitted men, Swords out, and tilting one at others breast, In opposition bloody. I cannot speak Any beginning to this peevish odds; And would in action glorious I had lost Those legs that brought me to a part of it! | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024020 | OTHELLO. How comes it, Michael, you are thus forgot? CASSIO. I pray you, pardon me; I cannot speak. OTHELLO. Worthy Montano, you were wont be civil. The gravity and stillness of your youth The world hath noted, and your name is great In mouths of wisest censure: whats the matter, That you unlace your reputation thus, And spend your rich | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024021 | opinion for the name Of a night-brawler? Give me answer to it. MONTANO. Worthy Othello, I am hurt to danger. Your officer, Iago, can inform you, While I spare speech, which something now offends me, Of all that I do know; nor know I aught By me thats said or done amiss this night, Unless self-charity be sometimes a vice, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024022 | And to defend ourselves it be a sin When violence assails us. OTHELLO. Now, by heaven, My blood begins my safer guides to rule, And passion, having my best judgement collied, Assays to lead the way. Zounds, if I stir, Or do but lift this arm, the best of you Shall sink in my rebuke. Give me to know How | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024023 | this foul rout began, who set it on, And he that is approvd in this offence, Though he had twinnd with me, both at a birth, Shall lose me. What! in a town of war, Yet wild, the peoples hearts brimful of fear, To manage private and domestic quarrel, In night, and on the court and guard of safety? Tis | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024024 | monstrous. Iago, who begant? MONTANO. If partially affind, or leagud in office, Thou dost deliver more or less than truth, Thou art no soldier. IAGO. Touch me not so near. I had rather have this tongue cut from my mouth Than it should do offence to Michael Cassio. Yet I persuade myself, to speak the truth Shall nothing wrong him. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024025 | Thus it is, general: Montano and myself being in speech, There comes a fellow crying out for help, And Cassio following him with determind sword, To execute upon him. Sir, this gentleman Steps in to Cassio and entreats his pause. Myself the crying fellow did pursue, Lest by his clamour (as it so fell out) The town might fall in | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024026 | fright: he, swift of foot, Outran my purpose: and I returnd the rather For that I heard the clink and fall of swords, And Cassio high in oath, which till tonight I neer might say before. When I came back, (For this was brief) I found them close together, At blow and thrust, even as again they were When you | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024027 | yourself did part them. More of this matter cannot I report. But men are men; the best sometimes forget; Though Cassio did some little wrong to him, As men in rage strike those that wish them best, Yet surely Cassio, I believe, receivd From him that fled some strange indignity, Which patience could not pass. OTHELLO. I know, Iago, Thy | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024028 | honesty and love doth mince this matter, Making it light to Cassio. Cassio, I love thee, But never more be officer of mine. Enter Desdemona, attended. Look, if my gentle love be not raisd up! Ill make thee an example. DESDEMONA. Whats the matter? OTHELLO. Alls well now, sweeting; come away to bed. Sir, for your hurts, myself will be | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024029 | your surgeon. Lead him off. [_Montano is led off._] Iago, look with care about the town, And silence those whom this vile brawl distracted. Come, Desdemona: tis the soldiers life To have their balmy slumbers wakd with strife. [_Exeunt all but Iago and Cassio._] IAGO. What, are you hurt, lieutenant? CASSIO. Ay, past all surgery. IAGO. Marry, Heaven forbid! CASSIO. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024030 | Reputation, reputation, reputation! O, I have lost my reputation! I have lost the immortal part of myself, and what remains is bestial. My reputation, Iago, my reputation! IAGO. As I am an honest man, I thought you had received some bodily wound; there is more sense in that than in reputation. Reputation is an idle and most false imposition, oft | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024031 | got without merit and lost without deserving. You have lost no reputation at all, unless you repute yourself such a loser. What, man, there are ways to recover the general again: you are but now cast in his mood, a punishment more in policy than in malice, even so as one would beat his offenceless dog to affright an imperious | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024032 | lion: sue to him again, and hes yours. CASSIO. I will rather sue to be despised than to deceive so good a commander with so slight, so drunken, and so indiscreet an officer. Drunk? and speak parrot? and squabble? swagger? swear? and discourse fustian with ones own shadow? O thou invisible spirit of wine, if thou hast no name to | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024033 | be known by, let us call thee devil! IAGO. What was he that you followed with your sword? What had he done to you? CASSIO. I know not. IAGO. Ist possible? CASSIO. I remember a mass of things, but nothing distinctly; a quarrel, but nothing wherefore. O God, that men should put an enemy in their mouths to steal away | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024034 | their brains! That we should with joy, pleasance, revel, and applause, transform ourselves into beasts! IAGO. Why, but you are now well enough: how came you thus recovered? CASSIO. It hath pleased the devil drunkenness to give place to the devil wrath. One unperfectness shows me another, to make me frankly despise myself. IAGO. Come, you are too severe a | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024035 | moraler. As the time, the place, and the condition of this country stands, I could heartily wish this had not befallen; but since it is as it is, mend it for your own good. CASSIO. I will ask him for my place again; he shall tell me I am a drunkard! Had I as many mouths as Hydra, such an | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024036 | answer would stop them all. To be now a sensible man, by and by a fool, and presently a beast! O strange! Every inordinate cup is unblessd, and the ingredient is a devil. IAGO. Come, come, good wine is a good familiar creature, if it be well used. Exclaim no more against it. And, good lieutenant, I think you think | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024037 | I love you. CASSIO. I have well approved it, sir.I drunk! IAGO. You, or any man living, may be drunk at a time, man. Ill tell you what you shall do. Our generals wife is now the general; I may say so in this respect, for that he hath devoted and given up himself to the contemplation, mark, and denotement | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024038 | of her parts and graces. Confess yourself freely to her. Importune her help to put you in your place again. She is of so free, so kind, so apt, so blessed a disposition, she holds it a vice in her goodness not to do more than she is requested. This broken joint between you and her husband entreat her to | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024039 | splinter, and, my fortunes against any lay worth naming, this crack of your love shall grow stronger than it was before. CASSIO. You advise me well. IAGO. I protest, in the sincerity of love and honest kindness. CASSIO. I think it freely; and betimes in the morning I will beseech the virtuous Desdemona to undertake for me; I am desperate | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024040 | of my fortunes if they check me here. IAGO. You are in the right. Good night, lieutenant, I must to the watch. CASSIO. Good night, honest Iago. [_Exit._] IAGO. And whats he then, that says I play the villain? When this advice is free I give and honest, Probal to thinking, and indeed the course To win the Moor again? | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024041 | For tis most easy The inclining Desdemona to subdue In any honest suit. Shes framd as fruitful As the free elements. And then for her To win the Moor, weret to renounce his baptism, All seals and symbols of redeemed sin, His soul is so enfetterd to her love That she may make, unmake, do what she list, Even as | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024042 | her appetite shall play the god With his weak function. How am I then, a villain To counsel Cassio to this parallel course, Directly to his good? Divinity of hell! When devils will the blackest sins put on, They do suggest at first with heavenly shows, As I do now: for whiles this honest fool Plies Desdemona to repair his | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024043 | fortune, And she for him pleads strongly to the Moor, Ill pour this pestilence into his ear, That she repeals him for her bodys lust; 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 | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024044 | That shall enmesh them all. Enter Roderigo. How now, Roderigo? RODERIGO. I do follow here in the chase, not like a hound that hunts, but one that fills up the cry. My money is almost spent, I have been tonight exceedingly well cudgelled; and I think the issue will be, I shall have so much experience for my pains, and | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024045 | so, with no money at all and a little more wit, return again to Venice. IAGO. How poor are they that have not patience! What wound did ever heal but by degrees? Thou knowst we work by wit, and not by witchcraft, And wit depends on dilatory time. Doest not go well? Cassio hath beaten thee, And thou, by that | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024046 | small hurt, hast cashierd Cassio; Though other things grow fair against the sun, Yet fruits that blossom first will first be ripe. Content thyself awhile. By the mass, tis morning; Pleasure and action make the hours seem short. Retire thee; go where thou art billeted. Away, I say, thou shalt know more hereafter. Nay, get thee gone. [_Exit Roderigo._] Two | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024047 | things are to be done, My wife must move for Cassio to her mistress. Ill set her on; Myself the while to draw the Moor apart, And bring him jump when he may Cassio find Soliciting his wife. Ay, thats the way. Dull not device by coldness and delay. [_Exit._] ACT III SCENE I. Cyprus. Before the Castle. Enter Cassio | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024048 | and some Musicians. CASSIO. Masters, play here, I will content your pains, Something thats brief; and bid Good morrow, general. [_Music._] Enter Clown. CLOWN. Why, masters, have your instruments been in Naples, that they speak i the nose thus? FIRST MUSICIAN. How, sir, how? CLOWN. Are these, I pray you, wind instruments? FIRST MUSICIAN. Ay, marry, are they, sir. CLOWN. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024049 | O, thereby hangs a tail. FIRST MUSICIAN. Whereby hangs a tale, sir? CLOWN. Marry, sir, by many a wind instrument that I know. But, masters, heres money for you: and the general so likes your music, that he desires you, for loves sake, to make no more noise with it. FIRST MUSICIAN. Well, sir, we will not. CLOWN. If you | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024050 | have any music that may not be heard, tot again. But, as they say, to hear music the general does not greatly care. FIRST MUSICIAN. We have none such, sir. CLOWN. Then put up your pipes in your bag, for Ill away. Go, vanish into air, away! [_Exeunt Musicians._] CASSIO. Dost thou hear, mine honest friend? CLOWN. No, I hear | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024051 | not your honest friend. I hear you. CASSIO. Prithee, keep up thy quillets. Theres a poor piece of gold for thee: if the gentlewoman that attends the generals wife be stirring, tell her theres one Cassio entreats her a little favour of speech. Wilt thou do this? CLOWN. She is stirring, sir; if she will stir hither, I shall seem | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024052 | to notify unto her. CASSIO. Do, good my friend. [_Exit Clown._] Enter Iago. In happy time, Iago. IAGO. You have not been a-bed, then? CASSIO. Why, no. The day had broke Before we parted. I have made bold, Iago, To send in to your wife. My suit to her Is, that she will to virtuous Desdemona Procure me some access. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024053 | IAGO. Ill send her to you presently, And Ill devise a mean to draw the Moor Out of the way, that your converse and business May be more free. CASSIO. I humbly thank you fort. [_Exit Iago._] I never knew A Florentine more kind and honest. Enter Emilia. EMILIA. Good morrow, good lieutenant; I am sorry For your displeasure, but | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024054 | all will sure be well. The general and his wife are talking of it, And she speaks for you stoutly: the Moor replies That he you hurt is of great fame in Cyprus And great affinity, and that in wholesome wisdom He might not but refuse you; but he protests he loves you And needs no other suitor but his | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024055 | likings To take the safest occasion by the front To bring you in again. CASSIO. Yet, I beseech you, If you think fit, or that it may be done, Give me advantage of some brief discourse With Desdemona alone. EMILIA. Pray you, come in. I will bestow you where you shall have time To speak your bosom freely. CASSIO. I | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024056 | am much bound to you. [_Exeunt._] SCENE II. Cyprus. A Room in the Castle. Enter Othello, Iago and Gentlemen. OTHELLO. These letters give, Iago, to the pilot, And by him do my duties to the senate. That done, I will be walking on the works, Repair there to me. IAGO. Well, my good lord, Ill dot. OTHELLO. This fortification, gentlemen, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024057 | shall we seet? GENTLEMEN. Well wait upon your lordship. [_Exeunt._] SCENE III. Cyprus. The Garden of the Castle. Enter Desdemona, Cassio and Emilia. DESDEMONA. Be thou assured, good Cassio, I will do All my abilities in thy behalf. EMILIA. Good madam, do. I warrant it grieves my husband As if the cause were his. DESDEMONA. O, thats an honest fellow. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024058 | Do not doubt, Cassio, But I will have my lord and you again As friendly as you were. CASSIO. Bounteous madam, Whatever shall become of Michael Cassio, Hes never anything but your true servant. DESDEMONA. I knowt. I thank you. You do love my lord. You have known him long; and be you well assurd He shall in strangeness stand | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024059 | no farther off Than in a politic distance. CASSIO. Ay, but, lady, That policy may either last so long, Or feed upon such nice and waterish diet, Or breed itself so out of circumstance, That, I being absent, and my place supplied, My general will forget my love and service. DESDEMONA. Do not doubt that. Before Emilia here I give | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024060 | thee warrant of thy place. Assure thee, If I do vow a friendship, Ill perform it To the last article. My lord shall never rest, Ill watch him tame, and talk him out of patience; His bed shall seem a school, his board a shrift; Ill intermingle everything he does With Cassios suit. Therefore be merry, Cassio, For thy solicitor | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024061 | shall rather die Than give thy cause away. Enter Othello and Iago. EMILIA. Madam, here comes my lord. CASSIO. Madam, Ill take my leave. DESDEMONA. Why, stay, and hear me speak. CASSIO. Madam, not now. I am very ill at ease, Unfit for mine own purposes. DESDEMONA. Well, do your discretion. [_Exit Cassio._] IAGO. Ha, I like not that. OTHELLO. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024062 | What dost thou say? IAGO. Nothing, my lord; or ifI know not what. OTHELLO. Was not that Cassio parted from my wife? IAGO. Cassio, my lord? No, sure, I cannot think it, That he would steal away so guilty-like, Seeing you coming. OTHELLO. I do believe twas he. DESDEMONA. How now, my lord? I have been talking with a suitor | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024063 | here, A man that languishes in your displeasure. OTHELLO. Who ist you mean? DESDEMONA. Why, your lieutenant, Cassio. Good my lord, If I have any grace or power to move you, His present reconciliation take; For if he be not one that truly loves you, That errs in ignorance and not in cunning, I have no judgement in an honest | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024064 | face. I prithee call him back. OTHELLO. Went he hence now? DESDEMONA. Ay, sooth; so humbled That he hath left part of his grief with me To suffer with him. Good love, call him back. OTHELLO. Not now, sweet Desdemon, some other time. DESDEMONA. But shallt be shortly? OTHELLO. The sooner, sweet, for you. DESDEMONA. Shallt be tonight at supper? | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024065 | OTHELLO. No, not tonight. DESDEMONA. Tomorrow dinner then? OTHELLO. I shall not dine at home; I meet the captains at the citadel. DESDEMONA. Why then tomorrow night, or Tuesday morn, On Tuesday noon, or night; on Wednesday morn. I prithee name the time, but let it not Exceed three days. In faith, hes penitent; And yet his trespass, in our | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024066 | 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 would ask me, that I should deny, Or stand so mammering on. What? Michael Cassio, That came a-wooing with you, and | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024067 | so many a time, When I have spoke of you dispraisingly, Hath taen your part, to have so much to do To bring him in! Trust me, I could do much. OTHELLO. Prithee no more. Let him come when he will; I will deny thee nothing. DESDEMONA. Why, this is not a boon; Tis as I should entreat you wear | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024068 | your gloves, Or feed on nourishing dishes, or keep you warm, Or sue to you to do a 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 poise and difficult weight, And fearful to be granted. OTHELLO. I will deny thee nothing. Whereon, I | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024069 | do beseech thee, grant me this, To leave me but a little to myself. DESDEMONA. Shall I deny you? No, farewell, my lord. OTHELLO. Farewell, my Desdemona. Ill come to thee straight. DESDEMONA. Emilia, come. Be as your fancies teach you. Whateer you be, I am obedient. [_Exit with Emilia._] OTHELLO. Excellent wretch! Perdition catch my soul, But I do | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024070 | love thee! And when I love thee not, Chaos is come again. IAGO. My noble lord, OTHELLO. What dost thou say, Iago? IAGO. Did Michael Cassio, when you wood my lady, Know of your love? OTHELLO. He did, from first to last. Why dost thou ask? IAGO. But for a satisfaction of my thought. No further harm. OTHELLO. Why of | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024071 | thy thought, Iago? IAGO. I did not think he had been acquainted with her. OTHELLO. O yes, and went between us very oft. IAGO. Indeed? OTHELLO. Indeed? Ay, indeed. Discernst thou aught in that? Is he not honest? IAGO. Honest, my lord? OTHELLO. Honest? ay, honest. IAGO. My lord, for aught I know. OTHELLO. What dost thou think? IAGO. Think, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024072 | my lord? OTHELLO. Think, my lord? By heaven, he echoes me, As if there were some monster in his thought Too hideous to be shown. Thou dost mean something. I heard thee say even now, thou likst not that, When Cassio left my wife. What didst not like? And when I told thee he was of my counsel In my | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024073 | whole course of wooing, thou criedst, Indeed? And didst contract and purse thy brow together, As if thou then hadst shut up in thy brain Some horrible conceit: if thou dost love me, Show me thy thought. IAGO. My lord, you know I love you. OTHELLO. I think thou dost; And for I know thourt full of love and honesty | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024074 | And weighst thy words before thou givst them breath, Therefore these stops of thine fright me the more: For such things in a false disloyal knave Are tricks of custom; but in a man thats just, Theyre close dilations, working from the heart, That passion cannot rule. IAGO. For Michael Cassio, I dare be sworn I think that he is | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024075 | honest. OTHELLO. I think so too. IAGO. Men should be what they seem; Or those that be not, would they might seem none! OTHELLO. Certain, men should be what they seem. IAGO. Why then, I think Cassios an honest man. OTHELLO. Nay, yet theres more in this: I prithee, speak to me as to thy thinkings, As thou dost ruminate, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024076 | and give thy worst of thoughts The worst of words. IAGO. Good my lord, pardon me. Though I am bound to every act of duty, I am not bound to that all slaves are free to. Utter my thoughts? Why, say they are vile and false: As wheres that palace whereinto foul things Sometimes intrude not? Who has a breast | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024077 | so pure But some uncleanly apprehensions Keep leets and law-days, and in session sit With meditations lawful? OTHELLO. Thou dost conspire against thy friend, Iago, If thou but thinkst him wrongd and makst his ear A stranger to thy thoughts. IAGO. I do beseech you, Though I perchance am vicious in my guess, As, I confess, it is my natures | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024078 | plague To spy into abuses, and of my jealousy Shapes faults that are not,that your wisdom From one that so imperfectly conceits, Would take no notice; nor build yourself a trouble Out of his scattering and unsure observance. It were not for your quiet nor your good, Nor for my manhood, honesty, or wisdom, To let you know my thoughts. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024079 | OTHELLO. What dost thou mean? IAGO. Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls. Who steals my purse steals trash. Tis something, nothing; Twas mine, tis his, and has been slave to thousands. But he that filches from me my good name Robs me of that which not enriches him And makes | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024080 | me poor indeed. OTHELLO. By heaven, Ill know thy thoughts. IAGO. You cannot, if my heart were in your hand, Nor shall not, whilst tis in my custody. OTHELLO. Ha? IAGO. O, beware, my lord, of jealousy; It is the green-eyd monster which doth mock The meat it feeds on. That cuckold lives in bliss Who, certain of his fate, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024081 | loves not his wronger; But O, what damned minutes tells he oer Who dotes, yet doubts, suspects, yet strongly loves! OTHELLO. O misery! IAGO. Poor and content is rich, and rich enough; But riches fineless is as poor as winter To him that ever fears he shall be poor. Good heaven, the souls of all my tribe defend From jealousy! | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024082 | OTHELLO. Why, why is this? Thinkst thou Id make a life of jealousy, To follow still the changes of the moon With fresh suspicions? No. To be once in doubt Is once to be resolvd: exchange me for a goat When I shall turn the business of my soul To such exsufflicate and blown surmises, Matching thy inference. Tis not | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024083 | to make me jealous, To say my wife is fair, feeds well, loves company, Is free of speech, sings, plays, and dances well; Where virtue is, these are more virtuous: Nor from mine own weak merits will I draw The smallest fear or doubt of her revolt, For she had eyes, and chose me. No, Iago, Ill see before I | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024084 | doubt; when I doubt, prove; And on the proof, there is no more but this: Away at once with love or jealousy! IAGO. I am glad of it, for now I shall have reason To show the love and duty that I bear you With franker spirit: therefore, as I am bound, Receive it from me. I speak not yet | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024085 | of proof. Look to your wife; observe her well with Cassio; Wear your eye thus, not jealous nor secure. I would not have your free and noble nature, Out of self-bounty, be abusd. Look tot. I know our country disposition well; In Venice they do let heaven see the pranks They dare not show their husbands. Their best conscience Is | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024086 | not to leave undone, but keep unknown. OTHELLO. Dost thou say so? IAGO. She did deceive her father, marrying you; And when she seemd to shake and fear your looks, She loved them most. OTHELLO. And so she did. IAGO. Why, go to then. She that so young could give out such a seeming, To seal her fathers eyes up | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024087 | close as oak, He thought twas witchcraft. But I am much to blame. I humbly do beseech you of your pardon For too much loving you. OTHELLO. I am bound to thee for ever. IAGO. I see this hath a little dashd your spirits. OTHELLO. Not a jot, not a jot. IAGO. Trust me, I fear it has. I hope | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024088 | you will consider what is spoke Comes from my love. But I do see youre movd. I am to pray you not to strain my speech To grosser issues nor to larger reach Than to suspicion. OTHELLO. I will not. IAGO. Should you do so, my lord, My speech should fall into such vile success Which my thoughts aimd not. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024089 | Cassios my worthy friend. My lord, I see youre movd. OTHELLO. No, not much movd. I do not think but Desdemonas honest. IAGO. Long live she so! And long live you to think so! OTHELLO. And yet, how nature erring from itself IAGO. Ay, theres the point. As, to be bold with you, Not to affect many proposed matches, Of | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024090 | her own clime, complexion, and degree, Whereto we see in all things nature tends; Foh! One may smell in such a will most rank, Foul disproportion, thoughts unnatural. But pardon me: I do not in position Distinctly speak of her, though I may fear Her will, recoiling to her better judgement, May fall to match you with her country forms, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024091 | And happily repent. OTHELLO. Farewell, farewell: If more thou dost perceive, let me know more; Set on thy wife to observe. Leave me, Iago. IAGO. [_Going._] My lord, I take my leave. OTHELLO. Why did I marry? This honest creature doubtless Sees and knows more, much more, than he unfolds. IAGO. [_Returning._] My lord, I would I might entreat your | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024092 | honour To scan this thing no further. Leave it to time: Though it be fit that Cassio have his place, For sure he fills it up with great ability, Yet if you please to hold him off awhile, You shall by that perceive him and his means. Note if your lady strain his entertainment With any strong or vehement importunity, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024093 | Much will be seen in that. In the meantime, Let me be thought too busy in my fears (As worthy cause I have to fear I am) And hold her free, I do beseech your honour. OTHELLO. Fear not my government. IAGO. I once more take my leave. [_Exit._] OTHELLO. This fellows of exceeding honesty, And knows all qualities, with | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024094 | a learned spirit, Of human dealings. If I do prove her haggard, Though that her jesses were my dear heartstrings, Id whistle her off, and let her down the wind To prey at fortune. Haply, for I am black, And have not those soft parts of conversation That chamberers have, or for I am declind Into the vale of years,yet | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024095 | thats not much Shes gone, I am abusd, and my relief Must be to loathe her. O curse of marriage, That we can call these delicate creatures ours, And not their appetites! I had rather be a toad, And live upon the vapour of a dungeon, Than keep a corner in the thing I love For others uses. Yet, tis | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024096 | the plague of great ones, Prerogativd are they less than the base, Tis destiny unshunnable, like death: Even then this forked plague is fated to us When we do quicken. Desdemona comes. If she be false, O, then heaven mocks itself! Ill not believet. Enter Desdemona and Emilia. DESDEMONA. How now, my dear Othello? Your dinner, and the generous islanders | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024097 | By you invited, do attend your presence. OTHELLO. I am to blame. DESDEMONA. Why do you speak so faintly? Are you not well? OTHELLO. I have a pain upon my forehead here. DESDEMONA. Faith, thats with watching, twill away again; Let me but bind it hard, within this hour It will be well. OTHELLO. Your napkin is too little; [_He | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024098 | puts the handkerchief from him, and she drops it._] Let it alone. Come, Ill go in with you. DESDEMONA. I am very sorry that you are not well. [_Exeunt Othello and Desdemona._] EMILIA. I am glad I have found this napkin; This was her first remembrance from the Moor. My wayward husband hath a hundred times Wood me to steal | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000024099 | it. But she so loves the token, For he conjurd her she should ever keep it, That she reserves it evermore about her To kiss and talk to. Ill have the work taen out, And givet Iago. What he will do with it Heaven knows, not I, I nothing but to please his fantasy. Enter Iago. IAGO. How now? What | 60 | gutenberg |
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