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The Tragedie of Othello The Law (with all his might, to enforce it on) Will giue him Cable. Othel.
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Let him do his spight; My Seruices, which I haue done the Signorie Shall out‑tongue his Complaints. 'Tis yet to know, Which when I know, that boasting is an Honour, I shall promulgate. I fetch my life and being,
[220]
From Men of Royall Seige. And my demerites May speake (vnbonnetted) to as proud a Fortune As this that I haue reach'd. For know Iago, But that I loue the gentle Desdemona, I would not my vnhoused free condition
[225]
Put into Circumscription, and Confine, For the Seas worth. But looke, what Lights come yond?
Enter Cassio, with Torches. Iago. Those are the raised Father, and his Friends: You were best go in. Othel. Not I: I must be found.
[230]
My Parts, my Title, and my perfect Soule Shall manifest me rightly. Is it they?
Iago. By Ianus, I thinke no. Othel. The Seruants of the Dukes? And my Lieutenant?
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The goodnesse of the Night vpon you (Friends) What is the Newes?
Cassio. The Duke do's greet you (Generall) And he requires your haste, Post‑haste appearance, E uen on the instant. Othello.
[240]
What is the matter, thinke you?
Cassio. Something from Cyprus, as I may diuine: It is a businesse of some heate. The Gallies Haue sent a dozen sequent Messengers This very night, at one anothers heeles:
[245]
And many of the Consuls, rais'd and met, Are at the Dukes already. You haue bin hotly call'd for, When being not at your Lodging to be found, The Senate hath sent about three seuerall Quests, To search you out.
Othel.
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'Tis well I am found by you: I will but spend a word here in the house, And goe with you.
Cassio. Aunciant, what makes he heere? Iago. Faith, he to night hath boarded a Land Carract,
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If it proue lawfull prize, he' made for euer.
Cassio. I do not vnderstand. Iago. He's married. Cassio. To who? Iago. Marry to⸺Come Captaine, will you go? Othel.
[260]
Haue with you.
Cassio. Here comes another Troope to seeke for you. Enter Brabantio, Rodorigo, with Officers, and Torches. Iago. It is Brabantio: Generall be aduis'd, He comes to bad intent. Othello. Holla, stand there. Rodo.
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Signior, it is the Moore.
Bra. Downe with him, Theefe. Iago. You, Rodorigoc? Come Sir, I am for you. Othe.

Keepe vp your bright Swords, for the dew will

rust them. Good Signior, you shall more command with

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yeares, then with your Weapons.

Bra. Oh thou foule Theefe, Where hast thou stow'd my Daughter? Damn'd as thou art, thou hast enchaunted her

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For Ile referre me to all things of sense,
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(If she in Chaines of Magick were not bound) Whether a Maid, so tender, Faire, and Happie, So opposite to Marriage, that she shun'd The wealthy curled Deareling of our Nation, Would euer haue (t'encurre a generall mocke)
[280]
Run from her Guardage to the sootie bosome, Of such a thing as thou: to feare, not to delight? Iudge me the world, if 'tis not grosse in sense, That thou hast practis'd on her with foule Charmes, Abus'd her delicate Youth, with Drugs or Minerals,
[285]
That weakens Motion. Ile haue't disputed on, 'Tis probable, and palpable to thinking; I therefore apprehend and do attach thee, For an abuser of the World, a practiser Of Arts inhibited, and out of warrant;
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Lay hold vpon him, if he do resist Subdue him, at his perill.
Othe. Hold your hands Both you of my inclining, and the rest. Were it my Cue to fight, I should haue knowne it
[295]
Without a Prompter. Whether will you that I goe To answere this your charge?
Bra. To Prison, till fit time Of Law, and course of direct Session Call thee to answer. Othe.
[300]
What if I do obey? How may the Duke be therewith satisfi'd, Whose Messengers are heere about my side, Vpon some present businesse of the State, To bring me to him.
Officer.
[305]
'Tis true most worthy Signior, The Dukes in Counsell, and your Noble selfe, I am sure is sent for.
Bra. How? The Duke in Counsell? In this time of the night? Bring him away;
[310]
Mine's not an idle Cause. The Duke himselfe, Or any of my Brothers of the State, Cannot but feele this wrong, as 'twere their owne: For if such Actions may haue passage free, Bond‑slaues, and Pagans shall our Statesmen be.
Exeunt.
scæna Tertia. [Act 1, Scene 3] Enter Duke, Senators, and Officers. Duke.
[315]
There's no composition in this Newes, That giues them Credite.
1. Sen. Indeed, they are disproportioned; My Letters say, a Hundred and seuen Gallies. Duke. And mine a Hundred fortie. 2. Sena.
[320]
And mine two Hundred: But though they iumpe not on a iust accompt, (As in these Cases where the ayme reports, 'Tis oft with difference) yet do they all confirme A Turkish Fleete, and bearing vp to Cyprus.
Duke.
[325]
Nay, it is possible enough to iudgement: I do not so secure me in the Error, But the maine Article I do approue In fearefull sense.
Saylor within. What hoa, what hoa, what hoa. Enter Saylor. Officer. A

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scæna Tertia. [Act 1, Scene 3] Enter Duke, Senators, and Officers. Duke.
[315]
There's no composition in this Newes, That giues them Credite.
1. Sen. Indeed, they are disproportioned; My Letters say, a Hundred and seuen Gallies. Duke. And mine a Hundred fortie. 2. Sena.
[320]
And mine two Hundred: But though they iumpe not on a iust accompt, (As in these Cases where the ayme reports, 'Tis oft with difference) yet do they all confirme A Turkish Fleete, and bearing vp to Cyprus.
Duke.
[325]
Nay, it is possible enough to iudgement: I do not so secure me in the Error, But the maine Article I do approue In fearefull sense.
Saylor within. What hoa, what hoa, what hoa. Enter Saylor. Officer.
[330]
A Messenger from the Gallies.
Duke. Now? What's the businesse? Sailor. The Turkish Preparation makes for Rhodes, So was I bid report here to the State, By Signior Angelo. Duke.
[335]
How say you by this change?
1. Sen. This cannot be By no assay of reason. 'Tis a Pageant To keepe vs in false gaze, when we consider Th'importancie of Cyprus to the Turke;
[340]
And let our selues againe but vnderstand, That as it more concernes the Turke then Rhodes, So may he with more facile question beare it, For that it stands not in such Warrelike brace, But altogether lackes th'abilities
[345]
That Rhodes is dress'd in. If we make thought of this, We must not thinke the Turke is so vnskillfull, To leaue that latest, which concernes him first, Neglecting an attempt of ease, and gaine To wake, and wage a danger profitlesse.
Duke.
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Nay, in all confidence he's not for Rhodes.
Officer. Here is more Newes. Enter a Messenger. Messen. The Ottamites, Reueren'd, and Gracious, Steering with due course toward the Ile of Rhodes, Haue there inioynted them with an after Fleete. 1. Sen.
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I, so I thought: how many, as you guesse?
Mess. Of thirtie Saile: and now they do re‑stem Their backward course, bearing with frank appearance Their purposes toward Cyprus. Signior Montano, Your trustie and most Valiant Seruitour,
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With his free dutie, recommends you thus, And prayes you to beleeue him.
Duke. 'Tis certaine then for Cyprus: Marcus Luccicos is not he in Towne? 1. Sen. He's now in Florence. Duke.
[365]
Write from vs, To him, Post, Post‑haste, dispatch.
1. Sen. Here comes Brabantio, and the Valiant Moore. Enter Brabantio, Othello, Cassio, Iago, Rodorigo, and Officers. Duke. Valiant Othello, we must straight employ you, Against the generall Enemy Ottoman.
[370]
I did not see you: welcome gentle Signior, We lack't your Counsaile, and your helpe to night.
Bra. So did I yours: Good your Grace pardon me. Neither my place, hor ought I heard of businesse Hath rais'd me from my bed; nor doth the generall care
[375]
Take hold on me. For my perticular griefe Is of so flood‑gate, and ore‑bearing Nature, That it engluts, and swallowe ther sorrowes, And it is still it selfe.
Duke. Why ? What's the matter? Bra.
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My Daughter: oh my Daughter!
Sen. Dead ? Bra. I, to me. She is abus'd, stolne from me, and corrupted By Spels, and Medicines, bought of Mountebanks;
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For Nature, so prepostrously to erre, (Being not deficient, blind, or lame of sense,) Sans witch‑craft could not.
Duke. Who ere he be, that in this foule proceeding Hath thus beguil'd your Daughter of her selfe,
[390]
And you of her; the bloodie Booke of Law, You shall your selfe read, in the bitter letter, After your owne sense: yea, though our proper Son Stood in your Action.
Bra. Humbly I thanke your Grace,
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Here is the man; this Moore, whom now it seems Your speciall Mandate, for the State affaires Hath hither brought.
All. We are verie sorry for't. Duke. What in your owne part, can you say to this? Bra.
[400]
Nothing, but this is so.
Othe. Most Potent, Graue, and Reueren'd Signiors, My very Noble, and approu'd good Masters; That I haue tane away this old mans Daughter, It is most true: true I haue married her;
[405]
The verie head, and front of my offending, Hath this extent; no more. Rude am I, in my speech, And little bless'd with the soft phrase of Peace; For since these Armes of mine, had seuen yeares pith, Till now, some nine Moones wasted, they haue vs'd
[410]
Their deerest action, in the Tented Field: And little of this great world can I speake, More then pertaines to Feats of Broiles, and Battaile, And therefore little shall I grace my cause, In speaking for my selfe. Yet, (by your gratious patience)
[415]
I will a round vn‑varnish'd Tale deliuer, Of my whole course of Loue. What Drugges, what Charmes, What Coniuration, and what mighty Magicke, (For such proceeding I am charg'd withall)
[420]
I won his Daughter.
Bra. A Maiden, neuer bold: Of Spirit so still, and quiet, that her Motion Blush'd at her selfe, and she, in spight of Nature, Of Yeares, of Country, Credite, euery thing
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To fall in Loue, with what she fear'd to looke on; It is a iudgement main'd, and most imperfect. That will confesse Perfection so could erre Against all rules of Nature, and must be driuen To find out practises of cunning hell
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Why this should be. I therefore vouch againe, That with some Mixtures, powrefull o're the blood, Or with some Dram, (coniur'd to this effect) He wtought wrought vpon her. To vouch this, is no proofe,
[435]
Without more wider, and more ouer Test Then these thin habits, and poore likely‑hoods Of moderne seeming, do prefer against him.
Sen. But Othello, speake, Did you, by indirect, and forced courses
[440]
Subdue, and poyson this yong Maides affections? Or came it by request, and such faire question As soule, to soule affordeth?
Othel. I do beseech you, Send for the Lady to the Sagitary,
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And let her speake of me before her Father; If you do finde me foule, in her report, The Trust, the Office, I do hold of you, Not onely take away, but let your Sentence Euen fall vpon my life.
Duke.
[450]
Fetch Desdemona hither.
Othe. Aunciant, conduct them: You best know the place. And tell she come, as truely as to heauen, I do confesse the vices of my blood,
[455]
So iustly to your Graue eares, Ile present How I did thriue in this faire Ladies loue, And she in mine.
Duke. Say it Othello. Othe. Her Father lou'd me, oft inuited me:
[460]
Still question'd me the Storie of my life, From yeare to yeare: the Battaile, Sieges, Fortune, That I haue past. I ran it through, euen from my boyish daies, To th'very moment that he bad me tell it.
[465]
Wherein I spoke of most disastrous chances: Of mouing Accidents by Flood and Field, Of haire‑breadth scapes i'th'imminent deadly breach; Of being taken by the Insolent Foe, And sold to slauery. Of my redemption thence,
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And portance in my Trauellours historie. Wherein of Antars vast, and Desarts idle, Rough Quarries, Rocks, Hills, whose head touch heauen, It was my hint to speake. Such was my Processe, And of the Canibals that each others eate,
[475]
The Antropophague, and men whose heads Grew beneath their shoulders. These things to heare, Would Desdemona seriously incline: But still the house Affaires would draw her hence: Which euer as she could with haste dispatch,
[480]
She'l'd come againe, and with a greedie eare Deuoure vp my discourse. Which I obseruing, Tooke once a pliant houre, and found good meanes To draw from her a prayer of earnest heart, That I would all my Pilgrimage dilate,
[485]
Whereof by parcels she had something heard, But not instinctiuely: I did consent, And often did beguile her of her teares, When I did speake of some distressefull stroke That my youth suffer'd: My Storie being done,
[490]
She gaue me for my paines a world of kisses: She swore in faith 'twas strange: 'twas passing strange, 'Twas pittifull: 'twas wondrous pittifull. She wish'd she had not heard it, yet she wish'd That Heauen had made her such a man. She thank'd me,
[495]
And bad me, if I had a Friend that lou'd her, I should but teach him how to tell my Story, And that would wooe her. Vpon this hint I spake, She lou'd me for the dangers I had past, And I lou'd her, that she did pitty them.
[500]
This onely is the witch‑craft I haue vs'd. Here comes the Ladie: Let her witnesse it.
Enter Desdemona, Iago, Attendants. Duke. I thinke this tale would win my Daughter too, Good Brabantio, take vp this mangled matter at the best: Men do their broken Weapons rather vse,
[505]
Then their bare hands.
Bra. I pray you heare her speake? If she confesse that she was halfe the wooer, Destruction on my head, if my bad blame Light on the man. Come hither gentle Mistris,
[510]
Do you perceiue in all this Noble Companie, Where most you owe obedience?
Des. My Noble Father, I do perceiue heere a diuided dutie. To you I am bound for life, and education:
[515]
My life and education both do learne me, How to respect you. You are the Lord of duty, I am hitherto your Daughter. But heere's my Husband; And so much dutie, as my Mother shew'd To you, preferring you before her Father:
[520]
So much I challenge, that I may professe Due to the Moore my Lord.
Bra. God be with you: I haue done. Please it your Grace, on to the State Affaires; I had rather to adopt a Child, then get it.
[525]
Come hither Moore; I here do giue thee that with all my heart, Which but thou hast already, with all my heart I would keepe from thee. For your sake (Iewell) I am glad at soule, I haue no other Child;
[530]
For thy escape would teach me Tirranie To hang clogges on them. I haue done my Lord.
Duke. Let me speake like your selfe: And lay a Sentence, Which as a grise, or step may helpe these Louers.
[535]
When remedies are past, the griefes are ended By seeing the worst, which late on hopes depended. To mourne a Mischeefe that is past and gon, Is the next way to draw new mischiefe on. What cannot be preseru'd, when Fortune takes:
[540]
Patience, her Iniury a mock'ry makes. The rob'd that smiles, steales something from the Thiefe, He robs himselfe, that spends a bootelesse griefe.
Bra. So let the Turke of Cyprus vs beguile, We loose it not so long as we can smile:
[545]
He beares the Sentence well, that nothing beares, But the free comfort which from thence he heares. But he beares both the Sentence, and the sorrow, That to pay griefe, must of poore Patience borrow. These Sentences, to Sugar, or to Gall,
[550]
Being strong on both sides, are Equiuocall. But words are words, I neuer yet did heare: That the bruized heart was pierc'd through the eares. I humbly beseech you proceed to th'Affaires of State.
Duke.

The Turke with a most mighty Preparation

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makes for Cyprus: Othello, the Fortitude of the place is

best knowne to you. And though we haue there a Substi­

tute of most allowed sufficiencie; yet opinion, a more

soueraigne Mistris of Effects, throwes a more safer

voice on you: you must therefore be content to slubber

[560]

the glosse of your new Fortunes, with this more stub­

borne, and boystrous expedition.

Othe. The Tirant Custome, most Graue Senators, Hath made the flinty and Steele Coach of Warre My thrice‑driuen bed of Downe. I do agnize
[565]
A Naturall and prompt Alacartie, I finde in hardnesse: and do vndertake This present Warres against the Ottamites. Most humbly therefore bending to your State, I craue fit disposition for my Wife,
[570]
Due reference of Place, and Exhibition, With such Accomodation and besort As leuels with her breeding.
Duke. Why at her Fathers? Bra. I will not haue it so. Othe.
[575]
Nor I.
Des. Nor would I there recide, To put my Father in impatient thoughts By being in his eye. Most Grcaious Gracious Duke, To my vnfolding, lend your prosperous eare,
[580]
And let me finde a Charter in your voice T'assist my simplenesse.
Duke. What would you Desdemona? Des. That I loue the Moore, to liue with him, My downe‑right violence, and storme of Fortunes,
[585]
May trumpet to the world. My heart's subdu'd Euen 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 soule and Fortunes consecrate.
[590]
So that (deere Lords) if I be left behind A Moth of Peace, and he go to the Warre, The Rites for why I loue him, are bereft me: And I a heauie interim shall support By his deere absence. Let me go with him.
Othe.
[595]
Let her haue your voice. Vouch with me Heauen, I therefore beg it not To please the pallate of my Appetite: Nor to comply with heat the yong affects In my defunct, and proper satisfaction.
[600]
But to be free, and bounteous to her minde: And Heauen defend your good soules, that you thinke I will your serious and great businesse scant When she is with me. No, when light wing'd Toyes Of feather'd Cupid, seele with wanton dulnesse
[605]
My speculatiue, and offic'd Instrument: That my Disports corrupt, and taint my businesse: Let House‑wiues make a Skillet of my Helme, And all indigne, and base aduersities, Make head against my Estimation.
Duke.
[610]
Be it as you shall priuately determine, Either for her stay, or going: th'Affaire cries hast: And speed must answer it.
Sen. You must away to night. Othe. With all my heart. Duke.
[615]
At nine i'th'morning, here wee'l meete againe. Othello, leaue some Officer behind And he shall our Commission bring to you: And such things else of qualitie and respect As doth import you.
Othe.
[620]
So please your Grace, my Ancient, A man he is of honesty and trust: To his conueyance I assigne my wife, With what else needfull, your good Grace shall think To be sent after me.
Duke.
[625]
Let it be so: Good night to euery one. And Noble Signior, If Vertue no delighted Beautie lacke, Your Son‑in‑law is farre more Faire then Blacke.
Sen. Adieu braue Moore, vse Desdemona well. Bra.
[630]
Looke to her (Moore) if thou hast eies to see: She ha's deceiu'd her Father, and may thee.
Exit. Othe. My life vpon her faith. Honest Iago, My Desdemona must I leaue to thee: I prythee let thy wife attend on her,
[635]
And bring them after in the best aduantage. Come Desdemona, I haue but an houre Of Loue, of wordly matter, and direction To spend with thee. We must obey the time.
Exit. Rod.

Iago.

Iago.
[640]

What saist thou Noble heart?

Rod.

What will I do, think'st thou?

Iago.

Why go to bed and sleepe.

Rod.

I will incontinently drowne my selfe.

Iago.

If thou do'st, I shall neuer loue thee after. Why

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thou silly Gentleman?

Rod.

It is sillynesse to liue, when to liue is torment:

and then haue we a prescription to dye, when death is

our Physition.

Iago.

Oh villanous: I haue look'd vpon the world

[650]

for foure times seuen yeares, and since I could distinguish

betwixt a Benefit, and an Iniurie: I neuer found man that

knew how to loue himselfe. Ere I would say, I would

drowne my selfe for the loue of a Gynney Hen, I would

change my Humanity with a Baboone.

Rod.
[655]

What should I do? I confesse it is my shame

to be so fond, but it is not in my vertue to amend it.

Iago.

Vertue? A figge, 'tis in our selues that we are

thus, or thus. Our Bodies are our Gardens, to the which,

our Wills are Gardiners. So that if we will plant Net­

[660]

tels, or sowe Lettice: Set Hisope, and weede vp Time:

Supplie it with one gender of Hearbes, or distract it with

many: either to haue it sterrill with idlenesse, or manu­

red with Industry, why the power, and Corrigeable au­

thoritie of this lies in our Wills. If the braine of our liues

[665]

had not one Scale of Reason, to poize another of Sensu­

alitie, the blood, and basenesse of our Natures would

conduct vs to most prepostrous Conclusions. But we

haue Reason to coole our raging Motions, our carnall

Stings, or vnbitted Lusts: whereof I take this, that you

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call Loue, to be a Sect, or Seyen.

Rod.

It cannot be.

Iago.

It is meerly a Lust of the blood, and a permission

of the will. Come, be a man: drowne thy selfe? Drown

Cats, and blind Puppies. I haue profest me thy Friend,

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and I confesse me knit to thy deseruing, with Cables of

perdurable toughnesse. I could neuer better steed thee

then now. Put Money in thy purse: follow thou the

Warres, defeate thy fauour, with an vsurp'd Beard. I say

put Money in thy purse. It cannot be long that Desdemona

[680]

should continue her loue to the Moore. Put Money in

thy purse: nor he his to her. It was a violent Commence­

ment in her, and thou shalt see an answerable Seque­

stration, put but Money in thy purse. These Moores

are changeable in their wils: fill thy purse with Money.

[685]

The Food that to him now is as lushious as Locusts,

shalbe to him shortly, as bitter as Coloquintida. She

must change for youth: when she is sated with his body

she will find the errors of her choice. Therefore, put Mo­

ney in thy purse. If thou wilt needs damne thy selfe, do

[690]

it a more delicate way then drowning. Make all the Mo­

ney thou canst: If Sanctimonie, and a fraile vow, be­

twixt an erring Barbarian, and super‑subtle Venetian be

not too hard for my wits, and all the Tribe of hell, thou

shalt enioy her: therefore make Money: a pox of drow­

[695]

ning thy selfe, it is cleane out of the way. Seeke thou ra­

ther to be hang'd in Compassing thy ioy, then to be

drown'd, and go without her.

Rodo.

Wilt thou be fast to my hopes, if I depend on

the issue?

Iago.
[700]

Thou art sure of me: Go make Money: I haue

told thee often, and I re‑tell thee againe, and againe, I

hate the Moore. My cause is hearted; thine hath no lesse

reason. Let vs be coniunctiue in our reuenge, against

him. If thou canst Cuckold him, thou dost thy selfe a

[705]

pleasure, me a sport. There are many Euents in the

Wombe of Time, which wilbe deliuered. Trauerse, go,

prouide thy Money. We will haue more of this to mor­

row. Adieu.

Rod.

Where shall we meete i'th'morning?

Iago.
[710]

At my Lodging.

Rod.

Ile be with thee betimes.

Iago.

Go too, farewell. Do you heare Rodorigo?

Rod.

Ile sell all my Land.

Exit. Iago. Thus do I euer make my Foole, my purse:
[715]
For I mine owne gain'd knowledge should prophane If I would time expend with such Snpe, But for my Sport, and Profit: I hate the Moore, And it is thought abroad, that 'twixt my sheets She ha's done my Office. I know not if't be true,
[720]
But I, for meere suspition in that kinde, Will do, as if for Surety. He holds me well, The better shall my purpose worke on him: Cassio's a proper man: Let me see now, To get his Place, and to plume vp my will
[725]
In double Knauery. How? How? Let's see. After some time, to abuse Othello's eares, That he is too familiar with his wife: He hath a person, and a smooth dispose To be suspected: fram'd to make women false.
[730]
The Moore is of a free, and open Nature, That thinkes men honest, that but seeme to be so, And will as tenderly be lead by'th'Nose As Asses are: I hau't: it is engendred: Hell, and Night,
[735]
Must bring this monstrous Birth, to the worlds light.
 

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      <speaker rend="italic">2. Sena.</speaker>
      <l n="320">And mine two Hundred:</l>
      <l n="321">But though they iumpe not on a iust accompt,</l>
      <l n="322">(As in these Cases where the ayme reports,</l>
      <l n="323">'Tis oft with difference) yet do they all confirme</l>
      <l n="324">A Turkish Fleete, and bearing vp to Cyprus.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-duv">
      <speaker rend="italic">Duke.</speaker>
      <l n="325">Nay, it is possible enough to iudgement:</l>
      <l n="326">I do not so secure me in the Error,</l>
      <l n="327">But the maine Article I do approue</l>
      <l n="328">In fearefull sense.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-sai">
      <speaker rend="italic">Saylor</speaker>
      <stage rend="italic inline" type="business">within.</stage>
      <l n="329">What hoa, what hoa, what hoa.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Saylor.</stage>
   <pb facs="FFimg:axc0823-0.jpg" n="313"/>
   <cb n="1"/>
   <sp who="#F-oth-off">
      <speaker rend="italic">Officer.</speaker>
      <l n="330">A Messenger from the Gallies.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-duv">
      <speaker rend="italic">Duke.</speaker>
      <l n="331">Now? What's the businesse?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-sai">
      <speaker rend="italic">Sailor.</speaker>
      <l n="332">The Turkish Preparation makes for Rhodes,</l>
      <l n="333">So was I bid report here to the State,</l>
      <l n="334">By Signior<hi rend="italic">Angelo</hi>.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-duv">
      <speaker rend="italic">Duke.</speaker>
      <l n="335">How say you by this change?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-sen.1">
      <speaker rend="italic">1. Sen.</speaker>
      <l n="336">This cannot be</l>
      <l n="337">By no assay of reason. 'Tis a Pageant</l>
      <l n="338">To keepe vs in false gaze, when we consider</l>
      <l n="339">Th'importancie of Cyprus to the Turke;</l>
      <l n="340">And let our selues againe but vnderstand,</l>
      <l n="341">That as it more concernes the Turke then Rhodes,</l>
      <l n="342">So may he with more facile question beare it,</l>
      <l n="343">For that it stands not in such Warrelike brace,</l>
      <l n="344">But altogether lackes th'abilities</l>
      <l n="345">That Rhodes is dress'd in. If we make thought of this,</l>
      <l n="346">We must not thinke the Turke is so vnskillfull,</l>
      <l n="347">To leaue that latest, which concernes him first,</l>
      <l n="348">Neglecting an attempt of ease, and gaine</l>
      <l n="349">To wake, and wage a danger profitlesse.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-duv">
      <speaker rend="italic">Duke.</speaker>
      <l n="350">Nay, in all confidence he's not for Rhodes.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-off">
      <speaker rend="italic">Officer.</speaker>
      <l n="351">Here is more Newes.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter a Messenger.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-oth-mes">
      <speaker rend="italic">Messen.</speaker>
      <l n="352">The<hi rend="italic">Ottamites</hi>, Reueren'd, and Gracious,</l>
      <l n="353">Steering with due course toward the Ile of Rhodes,</l>
      <l n="354">Haue there inioynted them with an after Fleete.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-sen.1">
      <speaker rend="italic">1. Sen.</speaker>
      <l n="355">I, so I thought: how many, as you guesse?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-mes">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mess.</speaker>
      <l n="356">Of thirtie Saile: and now they do re‑stem</l>
      <l n="357">Their backward course, bearing with frank appearance</l>
      <l n="358">Their purposes toward Cyprus. Signior<hi rend="italic">Montano</hi>,</l>
      <l n="359">Your trustie and most Valiant Seruitour,</l>
      <l n="360">With his free dutie, recommends you thus,</l>
      <l n="361">And prayes you to beleeue him.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-duv">
      <speaker rend="italic">Duke.</speaker>
      <l n="362">'Tis certaine then for Cyprus:</l>
      <l n="363">
         <hi rend="italic">Marcus Luccicos</hi>is not he in Towne?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-sen.1">
      <speaker rend="italic">1. Sen.</speaker>
      <l n="364">He's now in Florence.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-duv">
      <speaker rend="italic">Duke.</speaker>
      <l n="365">Write from vs,</l>
      <l n="366">To him, Post, Post‑haste, dispatch.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-sen.1">
      <speaker rend="italic">1. Sen.</speaker>
      <l n="367">Here comes<hi rend="italic">Brabantio</hi>, and the Valiant Moore.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Brabantio, Othello, Cassio, Iago, Rodorigo,
      <lb/>and Officers.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-oth-duv">
      <speaker rend="italic">Duke.</speaker>
      <l n="368">Valiant<hi rend="italic">Othello</hi>, we must straight employ you,</l>
      <l n="369">Against the generall Enemy<hi rend="italic">Ottoman</hi>.</l>
      <l n="370">I did not see you: welcome gentle Signior,</l>
      <l n="371">We lack't your Counsaile, and your helpe to night.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-bra">
      <speaker rend="italic">Bra.</speaker>
      <l n="372">So did I yours: Good your Grace pardon me.</l>
      <l n="373">Neither my place, hor ought I heard of businesse</l>
      <l n="374">Hath rais'd me from my bed; nor doth the generall care</l>
      <l n="375">Take hold on me. For my perticular griefe</l>
      <l n="376">Is of so flood‑gate, and ore‑bearing Nature,</l>
      <l n="377">That it engluts, and swallowe<gap extent="3"
              unit="chars"
              reason="illegible"
              agent="stain"
              resp="#ES"/>ther sorrowes,</l>
      <l n="378">And it is still it selfe.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-duv">
      <speaker rend="italic">Duke.</speaker>
      <l n="379">Why<c rend="italic">?</c>What's the matter?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-bra">
      <speaker rend="italic">Bra.</speaker>
      <l n="380">My Daughter: oh my Daughter!</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-sen">
      <speaker rend="italic">Sen.</speaker>
      <l n="381">Dead<c rend="italic">?</c>
      </l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-bra">
      <speaker rend="italic">Bra.</speaker>
      <l n="382">I, to me.</l>
      <l n="383">She is abus'd, stolne from me, and corrupted</l>
      <l n="384">By Spels, and Medicines, bought of Mountebanks;</l>
      <l n="385">For Nature, so prepostrously to erre,</l>
      <l n="386">(Being not deficient, blind, or lame of sense,)</l>
      <l n="387">Sans witch‑craft could not.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-duv">
      <speaker rend="italic">Duke.</speaker>
      <l n="388">Who ere he be, that in this foule proceeding</l>
      <l n="389">Hath thus beguil'd your Daughter of her selfe,</l>
      <cb n="2"/>
      <l n="390">And you of her; the bloodie Booke of Law,</l>
      <l n="391">You shall your selfe read, in the bitter letter,</l>
      <l n="392">After your owne sense: yea, though our proper Son</l>
      <l n="393">Stood in your Action.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-bra">
      <speaker rend="italic">Bra.</speaker>
      <l n="394">Humbly I thanke your Grace,</l>
      <l n="395">Here is the man; this Moore, whom now it seems</l>
      <l n="396">Your speciall Mandate, for the State affaires</l>
      <l n="397">Hath hither brought.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-all">
      <speaker rend="italic">All.</speaker>
      <l n="398">We are verie sorry for't.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-duv">
      <speaker rend="italic">Duke.</speaker>
      <l n="399">What in your owne part, can you say to this?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-bra">
      <speaker rend="italic">Bra.</speaker>
      <l n="400">Nothing, but this is so.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-oth">
      <speaker rend="italic">Othe.</speaker>
      <l n="401">Most Potent, Graue, and Reueren'd Signiors,</l>
      <l n="402">My very Noble, and approu'd good Masters;</l>
      <l n="403">That I haue tane away this old mans Daughter,</l>
      <l n="404">It is most true: true I haue married her;</l>
      <l n="405">The verie head, and front of my offending,</l>
      <l n="406">Hath this extent; no more. Rude am I, in my speech,</l>
      <l n="407">And little bless'd with the soft phrase of Peace;</l>
      <l n="408">For since these Armes of mine, had seuen yeares pith,</l>
      <l n="409">Till now, some nine Moones wasted, they haue vs'd</l>
      <l n="410">Their deerest action, in the Tented Field:</l>
      <l n="411">And little of this great world can I speake,</l>
      <l n="412">More then pertaines to Feats of Broiles, and Battaile,</l>
      <l n="413">And therefore little shall I grace my cause,</l>
      <l n="414">In speaking for my selfe. Yet, (by your gratious patience)</l>
      <l n="415">I will a round vn‑varnish'd Tale deliuer,</l>
      <l n="416">Of my whole course of Loue.</l>
      <l n="417">What Drugges, what Charmes,</l>
      <l n="418">What Coniuration, and what mighty Magicke,</l>
      <l n="419">(For such proceeding I am charg'd withall)</l>
      <l n="420">I won his Daughter.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-bra">
      <speaker rend="italic">Bra.</speaker>
      <l n="421">A Maiden, neuer bold:</l>
      <l n="422">Of Spirit so still, and quiet, that her Motion</l>
      <l n="423">Blush'd at her selfe, and she, in spight of Nature,</l>
      <l n="424">Of Yeares, of Country, Credite, euery thing</l>
      <l n="425">To fall in Loue, with what she fear'd to looke on;</l>
      <l n="426">It is a iudgement main'd, and most imperfect.</l>
      <l n="427">That will confesse Perfection so could erre</l>
      <l n="428">Against all rules of Nature, and must be driuen</l>
      <l n="429">To find out practises of cunning hell</l>
      <l n="430">Why this should be. I therefore vouch againe,</l>
      <l n="431">That with some Mixtures, powrefull o're the blood,</l>
      <l n="432">Or with some Dram, (coniur'd to this effect)</l>
      <l n="433">He<choice>
            <orig>wtought</orig>
            <corr>wrought</corr>
         </choice>vpon her.</l>
      <l n="434">To vouch this, is no proofe,</l>
      <l n="435">Without more wider, and more ouer Test</l>
      <l n="436">Then these thin habits, and poore likely‑hoods</l>
      <l n="437">Of moderne seeming, do prefer against him.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-sen">
      <speaker rend="italic">Sen.</speaker>
      <l n="438">But<hi rend="italic">Othello</hi>, speake,</l>
      <l n="439">Did you, by indirect, and forced courses</l>
      <l n="440">Subdue, and poyson this yong Maides affections?</l>
      <l n="441">Or came it by request, and such faire question</l>
      <l n="442">As soule, to soule affordeth?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-oth">
      <speaker rend="italic">Othel.</speaker>
      <l n="443">I do beseech you,</l>
      <l n="444">Send for the Lady to the Sagitary,</l>
      <l n="445">And let her speake of me before her Father;</l>
      <l n="446">If you do finde me foule, in her report,</l>
      <l n="447">The Trust, the Office, I do hold of you,</l>
      <l n="448">Not onely take away, but let your Sentence</l>
      <l n="449">Euen fall vpon my life.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-duv">
      <speaker rend="italic">Duke.</speaker>
      <l n="450">Fetch<hi rend="italic">Desdemona</hi>hither.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-oth">
      <speaker rend="italic">Othe.</speaker>
      <l n="451">Aunciant, conduct them:</l>
      <l n="452">You best know the place.</l>
      <l n="453">And tell she come, as truely as to heauen,</l>
      <l n="454">I do confesse the vices of my blood,</l>
      <l n="455">So iustly to your Graue eares, Ile present</l>
      <pb facs="FFimg:axc0824-0.jpg" n="314"/>
      <cb n="1"/>
      <l n="456">How I did thriue in this faire Ladies loue,</l>
      <l n="457">And she in mine.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-duv">
      <speaker rend="italic">Duke.</speaker>
      <l n="458">Say it<hi rend="italic">Othello</hi>.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-oth">
      <speaker rend="italic">Othe.</speaker>
      <l n="459">Her Father lou'd me, oft inuited me:</l>
      <l n="460">Still question'd me the Storie of my life,</l>
      <l n="461">From yeare to yeare: the Battaile, Sieges, Fortune,</l>
      <l n="462">That I haue past.</l>
      <l n="463">I ran it through, euen from my boyish daies,</l>
      <l n="464">To th'very moment that he bad me tell it.</l>
      <l n="465">Wherein I spoke of most disastrous chances:</l>
      <l n="466">Of mouing Accidents by Flood and Field,</l>
      <l n="467">Of haire‑breadth scapes i'th'imminent deadly breach;</l>
      <l n="468">Of being taken by the Insolent Foe,</l>
      <l n="469">And sold to slauery. Of my redemption thence,</l>
      <l n="470">And portance in my Trauellours historie.</l>
      <l n="471">Wherein of Antars vast, and Desarts idle,</l>
      <l n="472">Rough Quarries, Rocks, Hills, whose head touch heauen,</l>
      <l n="473">It was my hint to speake. Such was my Processe,</l>
      <l n="474">And of the Canibals that each others eate,</l>
      <l n="475">The<hi rend="italic">Antropophague</hi>, and men whose heads</l>
      <l n="476">Grew beneath their shoulders. These things to heare,</l>
      <l n="477">Would<hi rend="italic">Desdemona</hi>seriously incline:</l>
      <l n="478">But still the house Affaires would draw her hence:</l>
      <l n="479">Which euer as she could with haste dispatch,</l>
      <l n="480">She'l'd come againe, and with a greedie eare</l>
      <l n="481">Deuoure vp my discourse. Which I obseruing,</l>
      <l n="482">Tooke once a pliant houre, and found good meanes</l>
      <l n="483">To draw from her a prayer of earnest heart,</l>
      <l n="484">That I would all my Pilgrimage dilate,</l>
      <l n="485">Whereof by parcels she had something heard,</l>
      <l n="486">But not instinctiuely: I did consent,</l>
      <l n="487">And often did beguile her of her teares,</l>
      <l n="488">When I did speake of some distressefull stroke</l>
      <l n="489">That my youth suffer'd: My Storie being done,</l>
      <l n="490">She gaue me for my paines a world of kisses:</l>
      <l n="491">She swore in faith 'twas strange: 'twas passing strange,</l>
      <l n="492">'Twas pittifull: 'twas wondrous pittifull.</l>
      <l n="493">She wish'd she had not heard it, yet she wish'd</l>
      <l n="494">That Heauen had made her such a man. She thank'd me,</l>
      <l n="495">And bad me, if I had a Friend that lou'd her,</l>
      <l n="496">I should but teach him how to tell my Story,</l>
      <l n="497">And that would wooe her. Vpon this hint I spake,</l>
      <l n="498">She lou'd me for the dangers I had past,</l>
      <l n="499">And I lou'd her, that she did pitty them.</l>
      <l n="500">This onely is the witch‑craft I haue vs'd.</l>
      <l n="501">Here comes the Ladie: Let her witnesse it.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Desdemona, Iago, Attendants.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-oth-duv">
      <speaker rend="italic">Duke.</speaker>
      <l n="502">I thinke this tale would win my Daughter too,</l>
      <l n="503">Good<hi rend="italic">Brabantio</hi>, take vp this mangled matter at the best:</l>
      <l n="504">Men do their broken Weapons rather vse,</l>
      <l n="505">Then their bare hands.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-bra">
      <speaker rend="italic">Bra.</speaker>
      <l n="506">I pray you heare her speake?</l>
      <l n="507">If she confesse that she was halfe the wooer,</l>
      <l n="508">Destruction on my head, if my bad blame</l>
      <l n="509">Light on the man. Come hither gentle Mistris,</l>
      <l n="510">Do you perceiue in all this Noble Companie,</l>
      <l n="511">Where most you owe obedience?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-des">
      <speaker rend="italic">Des.</speaker>
      <l n="512">My Noble Father,</l>
      <l n="513">I do perceiue heere a diuided dutie.</l>
      <l n="514">To you I am bound for life, and education:</l>
      <l n="515">My life and education both do learne me,</l>
      <l n="516">How to respect you. You are the Lord of duty,</l>
      <l n="517">I am hitherto your Daughter. But heere's my Husband;</l>
      <l n="518">And so much dutie, as my Mother shew'd</l>
      <cb n="2"/>
      <l n="519">To you, preferring you before her Father:</l>
      <l n="520">So much I challenge, that I may professe</l>
      <l n="521">Due to the Moore my Lord.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-bra">
      <speaker rend="italic">Bra.</speaker>
      <l n="522">God be with you: I haue done.</l>
      <l n="523">Please it your Grace, on to the State Affaires;</l>
      <l n="524">I had rather to adopt a Child, then get it.</l>
      <l n="525">Come hither Moore;</l>
      <l n="526">I here do giue thee that with all my heart,</l>
      <l n="527">Which but thou hast already, with all my heart</l>
      <l n="528">I would keepe from thee. For your sake (Iewell)</l>
      <l n="529">I am glad at soule, I haue no other Child;</l>
      <l n="530">For thy escape would teach me Tirranie</l>
      <l n="531">To hang clogges on them. I haue done my Lord.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-duv">
      <speaker rend="italic">Duke.</speaker>
      <l n="532">Let me speake like your selfe:</l>
      <l n="533">And lay a Sentence,</l>
      <l n="534">Which as a grise, or step may helpe these Louers.</l>
      <l n="535">When remedies are past, the griefes are ended</l>
      <l n="536">By seeing the worst, which late on hopes depended.</l>
      <l n="537">To mourne a Mischeefe that is past and gon,</l>
      <l n="538">Is the next way to draw new mischiefe on.</l>
      <l n="539">What cannot be preseru'd, when Fortune takes:</l>
      <l n="540">Patience, her Iniury a mock'ry makes.</l>
      <l n="541">The rob'd that smiles, steales something from the Thiefe,</l>
      <l n="542">He robs himselfe, that spends a bootelesse griefe.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-bra">
      <speaker rend="italic">Bra.</speaker>
      <l n="543">So let the Turke of Cyprus vs beguile,</l>
      <l n="544">We loose it not so long as we can smile:</l>
      <l n="545">He beares the Sentence well, that nothing beares,</l>
      <l n="546">But the free comfort which from thence he heares.</l>
      <l n="547">But he beares both the Sentence, and the sorrow,</l>
      <l n="548">That to pay griefe, must of poore Patience borrow.</l>
      <l n="549">These Sentences, to Sugar, or to Gall,</l>
      <l n="550">Being strong on both sides, are Equiuocall.</l>
      <l n="551">But words are words, I neuer yet did heare:<gap extent="1"
              unit="chars"
              reason="nonstandardCharacter"
              agent="inkedSpacemarker"
              resp="#ES"/>
      </l>
      <l n="552">That the bruized heart was pierc'd through the eares.</l>
      <l n="553">I humbly beseech you proceed to th'Affaires of State.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-duv">
      <speaker rend="italic">Duke.</speaker>
      <p n="554">The Turke with a most mighty Preparation
      <lb n="555"/>makes for Cyprus:<hi rend="italic">Othello</hi>, the Fortitude of the place is
      <lb n="556"/>best knowne to you. And though we haue there a Substi­
      <lb n="557"/>tute of most allowed sufficiencie; yet opinion, a more
      <lb n="558"/>soueraigne Mistris of Effects, throwes a more safer
      <lb n="559"/>voice on you: you must therefore be content to slubber
      <lb n="560"/>the glosse of your new Fortunes, with this more stub­
      <lb n="561"/>borne, and boystrous expedition.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-oth">
      <speaker rend="italic">Othe.</speaker>
      <l n="562">The Tirant Custome, most Graue Senators,</l>
      <l n="563">Hath made the flinty and Steele Coach of Warre</l>
      <l n="564">My thrice‑driuen bed of Downe. I do agnize</l>
      <l n="565">A Naturall and prompt Alacartie,</l>
      <l n="566">I finde in hardnesse: and do vndertake</l>
      <l n="567">This present Warres against the<hi rend="italic">Ottamites</hi>.</l>
      <l n="568">Most humbly therefore bending to your State,</l>
      <l n="569">I craue fit disposition for my Wife,</l>
      <l n="570">Due reference of Place, and Exhibition,</l>
      <l n="571">With such Accomodation and besort</l>
      <l n="572">As leuels with her breeding.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-duv">
      <speaker rend="italic">Duke.</speaker>
      <l n="573">Why at her Fathers?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-bra">
      <speaker rend="italic">Bra.</speaker>
      <l n="574">I will not haue it so.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-oth">
      <speaker rend="italic">Othe.</speaker>
      <l n="575">Nor I.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-des">
      <speaker rend="italic">Des.</speaker>
      <l n="576">Nor would I there recide,</l>
      <l n="577">To put my Father in impatient thoughts</l>
      <l n="578">By being in his eye. Most<choice>
            <orig>Grcaious</orig>
            <corr>Gracious</corr>
         </choice>Duke,</l>
      <l n="579">To my vnfolding, lend your prosperous eare,</l>
      <l n="580">And let me finde a Charter in your voice</l>
      <l n="581">T'assist my simplenesse.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-duv">
      <speaker rend="italic">Duke.</speaker>
      <l n="582">What would you<hi rend="italic">Desdemona</hi>?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-des">
      <speaker rend="italic">Des.</speaker>
      <l n="583">That I loue the Moore, to liue with him,</l>
      <l n="584">My downe‑right violence, and storme of Fortunes,</l>
      <pb facs="FFimg:axc0825-0.jpg" n="315"/>
      <cb n="1"/>
      <l n="585">May trumpet to the world. My heart's subdu'd</l>
      <l n="586">Euen to the very quality of my Lord;</l>
      <l n="587">I saw<hi rend="italic">Othello's</hi>visage in his mind,</l>
      <l n="588">And to his Honours and his valiant parts,</l>
      <l n="589">Did I my soule and Fortunes consecrate.</l>
      <l n="590">So that (deere Lords) if I be left behind</l>
      <l n="591">A Moth of Peace, and he go to the Warre,</l>
      <l n="592">The Rites for why I loue him, are bereft me:</l>
      <l n="593">And I a heauie interim shall support</l>
      <l n="594">By his deere absence. Let me go with him.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-oth">
      <speaker rend="italic">Othe.</speaker>
      <l n="595">Let her haue your voice.</l>
      <l n="596">Vouch with me Heauen, I therefore beg it not</l>
      <l n="597">To please the pallate of my Appetite:</l>
      <l n="598">Nor to comply with heat the yong affects</l>
      <l n="599">In my defunct, and proper satisfaction.</l>
      <l n="600">But to be free, and bounteous to her minde:</l>
      <l n="601">And Heauen defend your good soules, that you thinke</l>
      <l n="602">I will your serious and great businesse scant</l>
      <l n="603">When she is with me. No, when light wing'd Toyes</l>
      <l n="604">Of feather'd<hi rend="italic">Cupid</hi>, seele with wanton dulnesse</l>
      <l n="605">My speculatiue, and offic'd Instrument:</l>
      <l n="606">That my Disports corrupt, and taint my businesse:</l>
      <l n="607">Let House‑wiues make a Skillet of my Helme,</l>
      <l n="608">And all indigne, and base aduersities,</l>
      <l n="609">Make head against my Estimation.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-duv">
      <speaker rend="italic">Duke.</speaker>
      <l n="610">Be it as you shall priuately determine,</l>
      <l n="611">Either for her stay, or going: th'Affaire cries hast:</l>
      <l n="612">And speed must answer it.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-sen">
      <speaker rend="italic">Sen.</speaker>
      <l n="613">You must away to night.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-oth">
      <speaker rend="italic">Othe.</speaker>
      <l n="614">With all my heart.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-duv">
      <speaker rend="italic">Duke.</speaker>
      <l n="615">At nine i'th'morning, here wee'l meete againe.</l>
      <l n="616">
         <hi rend="italic">Othello</hi>, leaue some Officer behind</l>
      <l n="617">And he shall our Commission bring to you:</l>
      <l n="618">And such things else of qualitie and respect</l>
      <l n="619">As doth import you.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-oth">
      <speaker rend="italic">Othe.</speaker>
      <l n="620">So please your Grace, my Ancient,</l>
      <l n="621">A man he is of honesty and trust:</l>
      <l n="622">To his conueyance I assigne my wife,</l>
      <l n="623">With what else needfull, your good Grace shall think</l>
      <l n="624">To be sent after me.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-duv">
      <speaker rend="italic">Duke.</speaker>
      <l n="625">Let it be so:</l>
      <l n="626">Good night to euery one. And Noble Signior,</l>
      <l n="627">If Vertue no delighted Beautie lacke,</l>
      <l n="628">Your Son‑in‑law is farre more Faire then Blacke.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-sen">
      <speaker rend="italic">Sen.</speaker>
      <l n="629">Adieu braue Moore, vse<hi rend="italic">Desdemona</hi>well.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-bra">
      <speaker rend="italic">Bra.</speaker>
      <l n="630">Looke to her (Moore) if thou hast eies to see:</l>
      <l n="631">She ha's deceiu'd her Father, and may thee.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exit.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-oth-oth">
      <speaker rend="italic">Othe.</speaker>
      <l n="632">My life vpon her faith. Honest<hi rend="italic">Iago</hi>,</l>
      <l n="633">My<hi rend="italic">Desdemona</hi>must I leaue to thee:</l>
      <l n="634">I prythee let thy wife attend on her,</l>
      <l n="635">And bring them after in the best aduantage.</l>
      <l n="636">Come<hi rend="italic">Desdemona</hi>, I haue but an houre</l>
      <l n="637">Of Loue, of wordly matter, and direction</l>
      <l n="638">To spend with thee. We must obey the time.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exit.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-oth-rod">
      <speaker rend="italic">Rod.</speaker>
      <p n="639">
         <hi rend="italic">Iago</hi>.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-iag">
      <speaker rend="italic">Iago.</speaker>
      <p n="640">What saist thou Noble heart?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-rod">
      <speaker rend="italic">Rod.</speaker>
      <p n="641">What will I do, think'st thou?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-iag">
      <speaker rend="italic">Iago.</speaker>
      <p n="642">Why go to bed and sleepe.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-rod">
      <speaker rend="italic">Rod.</speaker>
      <p n="643">I will incontinently drowne my selfe.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-iag">
      <speaker rend="italic">Iago.</speaker>
      <p n="644">If thou do'st, I shall neuer loue thee after. Why
      <lb n="645"/>thou silly Gentleman?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-rod">
      <speaker rend="italic">Rod.</speaker>
      <p n="646">It is sillynesse to liue, when to liue is torment:
      <lb n="647"/>and then haue we a prescription to dye, when death is
      <lb n="648"/>our Physition.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-iag">
      <speaker rend="italic">Iago.</speaker>
      <p n="649">Oh villanous: I haue look'd vpon the world
      <lb n="650"/>for foure times seuen yeares, and since I could distinguish<cb n="2"/>
         
      <lb n="651"/>betwixt a Benefit, and an Iniurie: I neuer found man that
      <lb n="652"/>knew how to loue himselfe. Ere I would say, I would
      <lb n="653"/>drowne my selfe for the loue of a Gynney Hen, I would
      <lb n="654"/>change my Humanity with a Baboone.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-rod">
      <speaker rend="italic">Rod.</speaker>
      <p n="655">What should I do? I confesse it is my shame
      <lb n="656"/>to be so fond, but it is not in my vertue to amend it.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-iag">
      <speaker rend="italic">Iago.</speaker>
      <p n="657">Vertue? A figge, 'tis in our selues that we are
      <lb n="658"/>thus, or thus. Our Bodies are our Gardens, to the which,
      <lb n="659"/>our Wills are Gardiners. So that if we will plant Net­
      <lb n="660"/>tels, or sowe Lettice: Set Hisope, and weede vp Time:
      <lb n="661"/>Supplie it with one gender of Hearbes, or distract it with
      <lb n="662"/>many: either to haue it sterrill with idlenesse, or manu­
      <lb n="663"/>red with Industry, why the power, and Corrigeable au­
      <lb n="664"/>thoritie of this lies in our Wills. If the braine of our liues
      <lb n="665"/>had not one Scale of Reason, to poize another of Sensu­
      <lb n="666"/>alitie, the blood, and basenesse of our Natures would
      <lb n="667"/>conduct vs to most prepostrous Conclusions. But we
      <lb n="668"/>haue Reason to coole our raging Motions, our carnall
      <lb n="669"/>Stings, or vnbitted Lusts: whereof I take this, that you
      <lb n="670"/>call Loue, to be a Sect, or Seyen.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-rod">
      <speaker rend="italic">Rod.</speaker>
      <p n="671">It cannot be.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-iag">
      <speaker rend="italic">Iago.</speaker>
      <p n="672">It is meerly a Lust of the blood, and a permission
      <lb n="673"/>of the will. Come, be a man: drowne thy selfe? Drown
      <lb n="674"/>Cats, and blind Puppies. I haue profest me thy Friend,
      <lb n="675"/>and I confesse me knit to thy deseruing, with Cables of
      <lb n="676"/>perdurable toughnesse. I could neuer better steed thee
      <lb n="677"/>then now. Put Money in thy purse: follow thou the
      <lb n="678"/>Warres, defeate thy fauour, with an vsurp'd Beard. I say
      <lb n="679"/>put Money in thy purse. It cannot be long that<hi rend="italic">Desdemona</hi>
         
      <lb n="680"/>should continue her loue to the Moore. Put Money in
      <lb n="681"/>thy purse: nor he his to her. It was a violent Commence­
      <lb n="682"/>ment in her, and thou shalt see an answerable Seque­
      <lb n="683"/>stration, put but Money in thy purse. These Moores
      <lb n="684"/>are changeable in their wils: fill thy purse with Money.
      <lb n="685"/>The Food that to him now is as lushious as Locusts,
      <lb n="686"/>shalbe to him shortly, as bitter as Coloquintida. She
      <lb n="687"/>must change for youth: when she is sated with his body
      <lb n="688"/>she will find the errors of her choice. Therefore, put Mo­
      <lb n="689"/>ney in thy purse. If thou wilt needs damne thy selfe, do
      <lb n="690"/>it a more delicate way then drowning. Make all the Mo­
      <lb n="691"/>ney thou canst: If Sanctimonie, and a fraile vow, be­
      <lb n="692"/>twixt an erring Barbarian, and super‑subtle Venetian be
      <lb n="693"/>not too hard for my wits, and all the Tribe of hell, thou
      <lb n="694"/>shalt enioy her: therefore make Money: a pox of drow­
      <lb n="695"/>ning thy selfe, it is cleane out of the way. Seeke thou ra­
      <lb n="696"/>ther to be hang'd in Compassing thy ioy, then to be
      <lb n="697"/>drown'd, and go without her.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-rod">
      <speaker rend="italic">Rodo.</speaker>
      <p n="698">Wilt thou be fast to my hopes, if I depend on
      <lb n="699"/>the issue?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-iag">
      <speaker rend="italic">Iago.</speaker>
      <p n="700">Thou art sure of me: Go make Money: I haue
      <lb n="701"/>told thee often, and I re‑tell thee againe, and againe, I
      <lb n="702"/>hate the Moore. My cause is hearted; thine hath no lesse
      <lb n="703"/>reason. Let vs be coniunctiue in our reuenge, against
      <lb n="704"/>him. If thou canst Cuckold him, thou dost thy selfe a
      <lb n="705"/>pleasure, me a sport. There are many Euents in the
      <lb n="706"/>Wombe of Time, which wilbe deliuered. Trauerse, go,
      <lb n="707"/>prouide thy Money. We will haue more of this to mor­
      <lb n="708"/>row. Adieu.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-rod">
      <speaker rend="italic">Rod.</speaker>
      <p n="709">Where shall we meete i'th'morning?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-iag">
      <speaker rend="italic">Iago.</speaker>
      <p n="710">At my Lodging.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-rod">
      <speaker rend="italic">Rod.</speaker>
      <p n="711">Ile be with thee betimes.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-iag">
      <speaker rend="italic">Iago.</speaker>
      <p n="712">Go too, farewell. Do you heare<hi rend="italic">Rodorigo</hi>?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-rod">
      <speaker rend="italic">Rod.</speaker>
      <p n="713">Ile sell all my Land.</p>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exit.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-oth-iag">
      <speaker rend="italic">Iago.</speaker>
      <l n="714">Thus do I euer make my Foole, my purse:</l>
      <l n="715">For I mine owne gain'd knowledge should prophane</l>
      <l n="716">If I would time expend with such Snpe,</l>
      <pb facs="FFimg:axc0826-0.jpg" n="316"/>
      <cb n="1"/>
      <l n="717">But for my Sport, and Profit: I hate the Moore,</l>
      <l n="718">And it is thought abroad, that 'twixt my sheets</l>
      <l n="719">She ha's done my Office. I know not if't be true,</l>
      <l n="720">But I, for meere suspition in that kinde,</l>
      <l n="721">Will do, as if for Surety. He holds me well,</l>
      <l n="722">The better shall my purpose worke on him:</l>
      <l n="723">
         <hi rend="italic">Cassio's</hi>a proper man: Let me see now,</l>
      <l n="724">To get his Place, and to plume vp my will</l>
      <l n="725">In double Knauery. How? How? Let's see.</l>
      <l n="726">After some time, to abuse<hi rend="italic">Othello's</hi>eares,</l>
      <l n="727">That he is too familiar with his wife:</l>
      <l n="728">He hath a person, and a smooth dispose</l>
      <l n="729">To be suspected: fram'd to make women false.</l>
      <l n="730">The Moore is of a free, and open Nature,</l>
      <l n="731">That thinkes men honest, that but seeme to be so,</l>
      <l n="732">And will as tenderly be lead by'th'Nose</l>
      <l n="733">As Asses are:</l>
      <l n="734">I hau't: it is engendred: Hell, and Night,</l>
      <l n="735">Must bring this monstrous Birth, to the worlds light.</l>
   </sp>
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