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The Tragedie of Othello 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,
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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
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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.
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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,
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Must bring this monstrous Birth, to the worlds light.
Actus Secundus. Scena Prima. [Act 2, Scene 1] Enter Montano, and two Gentlemen. Mon. What from the Cape, can you discerne at Sea? 1. Gent. Nothing at all, it is a high wrought Flood: I cannot 'twixt the Heauen, and the Maine, Descry a Saile. Mon.
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Me thinks, the wind hath spoke aloud at Land, A fuller blast ne're shooke our Battlements: If it hath ruffiand so vpon the Sea, What ribbes of Oake, when Mountaines melt on them, Can hold the Morties. What shall we heare of this? 2
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A Segregation of the Turkish Fleet: For do but stand vpon the Foaming Shore, The chidden Billow seemes to pelt the Clowds, The winde‑shak'd‑Surge, with high & monstrous Maine Seemes to cast water on the burning Beare,
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And quench the Guards of th'euer‑fixed Pole: I neuer did like mollestation view On the enchafed Flood. Mon. If that the Turkish Fleete Be not enshelter'd, and embay'd, they are drown'd,
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It is impossible to beare it out. Enter a Gentleman. 3 Newes Laddes: our warres are done: The desperate Tempest hath so bang'd the Turkes, That their designement halts. A Noble ship of Venice, Hath seene a greeuous wracke and sufferance
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On most part of their Fleet. Mon. How? Is this true? 3 The Ship is heere put in: A Verennessa, Michael Cassio Lieutenant to the warlike Moore, Othello, Is come on Shore: the Moore himself at Sea,
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And is in full Commission heere for Cyprus. Mon. I am glad on't: 'Tis a worthy Gouernour. 3 But this same Cassio, though he speake of comfort, Touching the Turkish losse, yet he lookes sadly,
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And praye the Moore be safe; for they were parted With fowle and violent Tempest. Mon. Pray Heauens he be:

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For I haue seru'd him, and the man commands Like a full Soldier. Let's to the Sea‑side (hoa)
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As well to see the Vessell that's come in, As to throw‑out our eyes for braue Othello, Euen till we make the Maine, and th'Eriall blew, An indistinct regard. Gent. Come, let's do so;
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For euery Minute is expectancie Of more Arriuancie. Enter Cassio. Cassi. Thankes you, the valiant of the warlike Isle, That so approoue the Moore: Oh let the Heauens Giue him defence against the Elements,
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For I haue lost him on a dangerous Sea. Mon. Is he well ship'd? Cassio. His Barke is stoutly Timber'd, and his Pylot Of verie expert, and approu'd Allowance; Therefore my hope's (not surfetted to death)
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Stand in bold Cure. Within. A Saile, a Saile, a Saile. Cassio. What noise? Gent. The Towne is empty; on the brow o'th'Sea Stand rankes of People and they cry, a Saile. Cassio. My hopes do shape him for the Gouernor. Gent.
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They do discharge their Shot of Courtesie, Our Friends, at least. Cassio. I pray you Sir, go forth, And giue vs truth who 'tis that is arriu'd. Gent. I shall. Exit. Mon.
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But good Lieutenant, is your Generall wiu'd? Cassio. Most fortunately: he hath atchieu'd a Maid That paragons description, and wilde Fame: One that excels the quirkes of Blazoning pens, And in th'essentiall Vesture of Creation,
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Do's tyre the Ingeniuer. Enter Gentleman. How now? Who ha's put in? Gent. 'Tis one Iago, Auncient to the Generall. Cassio. Ha's had most fauourable, and happie speed: Tempests themselues, high Seas, and howling windes,
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The gutter'd‑Rockes, and Congregated Sands, Traitors ensteep'd, to enclogge the guiltlesse Keele, As hauing sence of Beautie, do omit Their mortall Natures, letting go safely by The Diuine Desdemona. Mon.
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What is she? Cassio. She that I spake of: Our great Captains Captaine, Left in the conduct of the bold Iago, Whose footing heere anticipates our thoughts,
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A Senights speed. Great Ioue, Othello guard, And swell his Saile with thine owne powrefull breath, That he may blesse this Bay with his tall Ship, Make loues quicke pants in Desdemonaes Armes, Giue renew'd fire to our extincted Spirits. Enter Desdemona, Iago, Rodorigo, and Æmilia.
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Oh behold, The Riches of the Ship is come on shore: You men of Cyprus, let her haue your knees. Haile to thee Ladie: and the grace of Heauen, Before, behinde thee, and on euery hand
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Enwheele thee round. Des. I thanke you, Valiant Cassio, What tydings can you tell of my Lord? Cassio

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Actus Secundus. Scena Prima. [Act 2, Scene 1] Enter Montano, and two Gentlemen. Mon. What from the Cape, can you discerne at Sea? 1. Gent. Nothing at all, it is a high wrought Flood: I cannot 'twixt the Heauen, and the Maine, Descry a Saile. Mon.
[740]
Me thinks, the wind hath spoke aloud at Land, A fuller blast ne're shooke our Battlements: If it hath ruffiand so vpon the Sea, What ribbes of Oake, when Mountaines melt on them, Can hold the Morties. What shall we heare of this? 2
[745]
A Segregation of the Turkish Fleet: For do but stand vpon the Foaming Shore, The chidden Billow seemes to pelt the Clowds, The winde‑shak'd‑Surge, with high & monstrous Maine Seemes to cast water on the burning Beare,
[750]
And quench the Guards of th'euer‑fixed Pole: I neuer did like mollestation view On the enchafed Flood. Mon. If that the Turkish Fleete Be not enshelter'd, and embay'd, they are drown'd,
[755]
It is impossible to beare it out. Enter a Gentleman. 3 Newes Laddes: our warres are done: The desperate Tempest hath so bang'd the Turkes, That their designement halts. A Noble ship of Venice, Hath seene a greeuous wracke and sufferance
[760]
On most part of their Fleet. Mon. How? Is this true? 3 The Ship is heere put in: A Verennessa, Michael Cassio Lieutenant to the warlike Moore, Othello, Is come on Shore: the Moore himself at Sea,
[765]
And is in full Commission heere for Cyprus. Mon. I am glad on't: 'Tis a worthy Gouernour. 3 But this same Cassio, though he speake of comfort, Touching the Turkish losse, yet he lookes sadly,
[770]
And praye the Moore be safe; for they were parted With fowle and violent Tempest. Mon. Pray Heauens he be: For I haue seru'd him, and the man commands Like a full Soldier. Let's to the Sea‑side (hoa)
[775]
As well to see the Vessell that's come in, As to throw‑out our eyes for braue Othello, Euen till we make the Maine, and th'Eriall blew, An indistinct regard. Gent. Come, let's do so;
[780]
For euery Minute is expectancie Of more Arriuancie. Enter Cassio. Cassi. Thankes you, the valiant of the warlike Isle, That so approoue the Moore: Oh let the Heauens Giue him defence against the Elements,
[785]
For I haue lost him on a dangerous Sea. Mon. Is he well ship'd? Cassio. His Barke is stoutly Timber'd, and his Pylot Of verie expert, and approu'd Allowance; Therefore my hope's (not surfetted to death)
[790]
Stand in bold Cure. Within. A Saile, a Saile, a Saile. Cassio. What noise? Gent. The Towne is empty; on the brow o'th'Sea Stand rankes of People and they cry, a Saile. Cassio. My hopes do shape him for the Gouernor. Gent.
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They do discharge their Shot of Courtesie, Our Friends, at least. Cassio. I pray you Sir, go forth, And giue vs truth who 'tis that is arriu'd. Gent. I shall. Exit. Mon.
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But good Lieutenant, is your Generall wiu'd? Cassio. Most fortunately: he hath atchieu'd a Maid That paragons description, and wilde Fame: One that excels the quirkes of Blazoning pens, And in th'essentiall Vesture of Creation,
[805]
Do's tyre the Ingeniuer. Enter Gentleman. How now? Who ha's put in? Gent. 'Tis one Iago, Auncient to the Generall. Cassio. Ha's had most fauourable, and happie speed: Tempests themselues, high Seas, and howling windes,
[810]
The gutter'd‑Rockes, and Congregated Sands, Traitors ensteep'd, to enclogge the guiltlesse Keele, As hauing sence of Beautie, do omit Their mortall Natures, letting go safely by The Diuine Desdemona. Mon.
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What is she? Cassio. She that I spake of: Our great Captains Captaine, Left in the conduct of the bold Iago, Whose footing heere anticipates our thoughts,
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A Senights speed. Great Ioue, Othello guard, And swell his Saile with thine owne powrefull breath, That he may blesse this Bay with his tall Ship, Make loues quicke pants in Desdemonaes Armes, Giue renew'd fire to our extincted Spirits. Enter Desdemona, Iago, Rodorigo, and Æmilia.
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Oh behold, The Riches of the Ship is come on shore: You men of Cyprus, let her haue your knees. Haile to thee Ladie: and the grace of Heauen, Before, behinde thee, and on euery hand
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Enwheele thee round. Des. I thanke you, Valiant Cassio, What tydings can you tell of my Lord? Cas. He is not yet arriu'd, nor know I ought But that he's well, and will be shortly here. Des.
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Oh, but I feare: How lost you company? Cassio. The great Contention of Sea, and Skies Parted our fellowship. But hearke, a Saile. Within. A Saile, a Saile. Gent.
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They giue this greeting to the Cittadell: This likewise is a Friend. Cassio. See for the Newes: Good Ancient, you are welcome. Welcome Mistris: Let it not gaule your patience (good Iago)
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That I extend my Manners. 'Tis my breeding, That giues me this bold shew of Curtesie. Iago. Sir, would she giue you so much of her lippes, As of her tongue she oft bestowes on me, You would haue enough. Des.
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Alas: she ha's no speech. Iago. Infaith too much: I finde it still, when I haue leaue to sleepe. Marry before your Ladyship, I grant, She puts her tongue a little in her heart,
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And chides with thinking. Æmil. You haue little cause to say so. Iago.

Come on, come on: you are Pictures out of

doore: Bells in your Parlours: Wilde‑Cats in your Kit­

chens: Saints in your Iniuries: Diuels being offended:

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Players in your Huswiferie, and Huswiues in your

Beds.

 Des. Oh, fie vpon thee, Slanderer. Iago. Nay, it is true: or else I am a Turke, You rise to play, and go to bed to worke. Æmil.
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You shall not write my praise. Iago. No, let me not. Desde. What would'st write of me, if thou should'st praise me? Iago. Oh, gentle Lady, do not put me too 't, For I am nothing, if not Criticall. Des.
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Come on, assay. There's one gone to the Harbour? Iago. I Madam. Des. I am not merry: but I do beguile The thing I am, by seeming otherwise.
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Come, how would'st thou praise me? Iago.

I am about it, but indeed my inuention comes

from my pate, as Birdlyme do's from Freeze, it pluckes

out Braines and all. But my Muse labours, and thus she

is deliuer'd.

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If she be faire, and wise: fairenesse, and wit, The ones for vse, the other vseth it. Des. Well prais'd: How if she be Blacke and Witty? Iago. If she be blacke, and thereto haue a wit,
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She'le find a white, that shall her blacknesse fit. Des.

Worse, and worse.

 Æmil.

How if Faire, and Foolish?

 Iago. She neuer yet was foolish that was faire, For euen her folly helpt her to an heire. Desde.
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These are old fond Paradoxes, to make Fooles

laugh i'th'Alehouse. What miserable praise hast thou

for her that's Foule, and Foolish.

 Iago. There's none so foule and foolish thereunto, But do's foule pranks, which faire, and wise‑ones do. Desde.
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Oh heauy ignorance: thou praisest the worst

best. But what praise could'st thou bestow on a deser­

uing woman indeed? One, that in the authorithy of her

merit, did iustly put on the vouch of very malice it

selfe.

 Iago.
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She that was euer faire, and neuer proud, Had Tongue at will, and yet was neuer loud: Neuer lackt Gold, and yet went neuer gay, Fled from her wish, and yet said now I may. She that being angred, her reuenge being nie,
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Bad her wrong stay, and her displeasure flie: She that in wisedome neuer was so fraile, To change the Cods‑head for the Salmons taile: She that could thinke, and neu'r disclose her mind, See Suitors following, and not looke behind:
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She was a wight, (if euer such wightes were) Des. To do what? Iago. To suckle Fooles, and chronicle small Beere. Desde.

Oh most lame and impotent conclusion. Do

not learne of him Æmillia, though he be thy husband.

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How say you ( Cassio) is he not a most prophane, and li­

berall Counsailor?

 Cassio.

He speakes home (Madam) you may rellish

him more in the Souldier, then in the Scholler.

 Iago.

He takes her by the palme: I, well said, whis­

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per. With as little a web as this, will I ensnare as great

a Fly as Cassio. I smile vpon her, do: I will giue thee

in thine owne Courtship. You say true, 'tis so indeed.

If such tricks as these strip you out of your Lieutenan­

trie, it had beene better you had not kiss'd your three fin­

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gers so oft, which now againe you are most apt to play

the Sir, in. Very good: well kiss'd, and excellent Curt­

sie: 'tis so indeed. Yet againe, your fingers to your

lippes? Would they were Cluster‑pipes for your

sake.

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The Moore I know his Trumpet. Cassio. 'Tis truely so. Des. Let's meete him, and recieue him. Cassio. Loe, where he comes. Enter Othello, and Attendants. Oth. O, my faire Warriour. Des.
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My deere Othello. Othe. It giues me wonder great, as my content To see you heere before me. Oh my Soules Ioy: If after euery Tempest, come such Calmes,
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May the windes blow, till they haue waken'd death: And let the labouring Barke climbe hills of Seas Olympus high: and duck againe as low, As hell's from Heauen. If it were now to dye, 'Twere now to be most happy. For I feare,
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My Soule hath her content so absolute, That not another comfort like to this, Succeedes in vnknowne Fate. Des. The Heauens forbid But that our Loues
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And Comforts should increase Euen as our dayes do grow. Othe. Amen to that (sweet Powers) I cannot speake enough of this content, It stoppes me heere: it is too much of ioy.
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And this, and this the greatest discords be That ere our hearts shall make. Iago.

Oh you are well tun'd now: But Ile set downe

the peggs that make this Musicke, as honest as I am.

 Othe. Come: let vs to the Castle.
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Newes (Friends) our Warres are done: The urkes are drown'd. How do's my old Acquaintance of this Isle ? (Hony) you shall be well desir'd in Cyprus, I haue found great loue among'st them. Oh my Sweet,
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I prattle out of fashion, and I doate In mine owne comforts. I prythee, good Iago, Go to the Bay, and disimbarke my Coffers: Bring thou the Master to the Cittadell, He is a good one, and his worthynesse
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Do's challenge much respect. Come Desdemona, Once more well met at Cyprus. Exit Othello and Desdemona. Iago.

Do thou meet me presently at the Harbour.

Come thither, if thou be'st Valiant, (as they say base men

being in Loue, haue then a Nobilitie in their Natures,

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more then is natiue to them) list‑me; the Lieutenant to

night watches on the Court of Guard. First, I must tell

thee this: Desdemona, is directly in loue with him.

Rod.

With him? Why, 'tis not possible.

 Iago.

Lay thy finger thus: and let thy soule be in­

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structed. Marke me with what violence she first lou'd

the Moore, but for bragging, and telling her fantasticall

lies. To loue him still for prating, let not thy discreet

heart thinke it. Her eye must be fed. And what delight

shall she haue to looke on the diuell? When the Blood

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is made dull with the Act of Sport, there should be a

game to enflame it, and to giue Satiety a fresh appetite.

Louelinesse in fauour, simpathy in yeares, Manners,

and Beauties: all which the Moore is defectiue in. Now

for want of these requir'd Conueniences, her delicate

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tendernesse wil finde it selfe abus'd, begin to heaue the,

gorge, disrellish and abhorre the Moore, very Nature wil

instruct her in it, and compell her to some second choice.

Now Sir, this granted (as it is a most pregnant and vn­

forc'd position) who stands so eminent in the degree of

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this Forune, as Cassio do's: a knaue very voluble: no

further conscionable, then in putting on the meere forme

of Ciuill, and Humaine seeming, for the better compasse

of his salt, and most hidden loose Affection? Why none,

why none: A slipper, and subtle knaue, a finder of occa­

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sion: that he's an eye can stampe, and counterfeit Ad­

uantages, though true Aduantage neuer present it selfe.

A diuelish knaue: besides, the knaue is handsome, young:

and hath all those requisites in him, that folly and greene

mindes looke after. A pestilent compleat knaue, and the

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woman hath found him already.

 Rodo.

I cannot beleeue that in her, she's full of most

bless'd condition.

 Iago.

Bless'd figges‑end. The Wine she drinkes is

made of grapes. If shee had beene bless'd, shee would

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neuer haue lou'd the Moore: Bless'd pudding. Didst thou

not see her paddle with the palme of his hand? Didst not

marke that?

 Rod.

Yes, that I did: but that was but curtesie.

 Iago.

Leacherie by this hand: an Index, and obscure

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prologue to the History of Lust and foule Thoughts.

They met so neere with their lippes, that their breathes

embrac'd together. Villanous thoughts Rodorigo, when

these mutabilities so marshall the way, hard at hand

comes the Master, and maine exercise, th'incorporate

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conclusion: Pish. But Sir, be you rul'd by me. I haue

brought you from Venice. Watch you to night: for

the Command, Ile lay't vpon you. Cassio knowes you

not: Ile not be farre from you. Do you finde some oc­

casion to anger Cassio, either by speaking too loud, or

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tainting his discipline, or from what other course

you please, which the time shall more fauorably mi­

nister.

 Rod.

Well.

 Iago.

Sir, he's rash, and very sodaine in Choller: and

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happely may strike at you, prouoke him that he may: for

euen out of that will I cause these of Cyprus to Mutiny.

Whose qualification shall come into no true taste a­

gaine, but by the displanting of Cassio. So shall you

haue a shorter iourney to your desires, by the meanes I

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shall then haue to preferre them. And the impediment

most profitably remoued, without the which there were

no expectation of our prosperitie.

 Rodo.

I will do this, if you can bring it to any oppor­

tunity.

 Iago.
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I warrant thee. Meete me by and by at the

Cittadell. I must fetch his Necessaries a Shore. Fare­

well.

 Exit. Rodo.

Adieu.

 Iago. That Cassio loues her, I do well beleeu't:
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That she loues him, 'tis apt, and of great Credite. The Moore (howbeit that I endure him not) Is of a constant, louing, Noble Nature, And I dare thinke, he'le proue to Desdemona A most deere husband. Now I do loue her too,
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Not out of absolute Lust, (though peraduenture I stand accomptant for as great a sin) But partely led to dyet my Reuenge, For that I do suspect the lustie Moore Hath leap'd into my Seate. The thought whereof,
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Doth (like a poysonous Minerall) gnaw my Inwardes: And nothing can, or shall content my Soule Till I am eeuen'd with him, wife, for wift. Or fayling so, yet that I put the Moore, At least into a Ielouzie so strong
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That iudgement cannot cure. Which thing to do, If this poore Trash of Venice, whom I trace For his quicke hunting, stand the putting on, Ile haue our Michael Cassio on the hip, Abuse him to the Moore, in the right garbe
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(For I feare Cassio with my Night‑Cape too) Make the Moore thanke me, loue me, and reward me, For making him egregiously an Asse, And practising vpon his peace, and quiet, Euen to madnesse. 'Tis heere: but yet confus'd,
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Knaueries plaine face, is neuer seene, till vs'd. Exit.
 

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      <speaker rend="italic">Mon.</speaker>
      <l n="772">Pray Heauens he be:</l>
      <cb n="2"/>
      <l n="773">For I haue seru'd him, and the man commands</l>
      <l n="774">Like a full Soldier. Let's to the Sea‑side (hoa)</l>
      <l n="775">As well to see the Vessell that's come in,</l>
      <l n="776">As to throw‑out our eyes for braue<hi rend="italic">Othello</hi>,</l>
      <l n="777">Euen till we make the Maine, and th'Eriall blew,</l>
      <l n="778">An indistinct regard.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-gen">
      <speaker rend="italic">Gent.</speaker>
      <l n="779">Come, let's do so;</l>
      <l n="780">For euery Minute is expectancie</l>
      <l n="781">Of more Arriuancie.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Cassio.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-oth-cas">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cassi.</speaker>
      <l n="782">Thankes you, the valiant of the warlike Isle,</l>
      <l n="783">That so approoue the Moore: Oh let the Heauens</l>
      <l n="784">Giue him defence against the Elements,</l>
      <l n="785">For I haue lost him on a dangerous Sea.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-mon">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mon.</speaker>
      <l n="786">Is he well ship'd?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-cas">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cassio.</speaker>
      <l n="787">His Barke is stoutly Timber'd, and his Pylot</l>
      <l n="788">Of verie expert, and approu'd Allowance;</l>
      <l n="789">Therefore my hope's (not surfetted to death)</l>
      <l n="790">Stand in bold Cure.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage type="business" rend="italic inline">Within. A Saile, a Saile, a Saile.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-oth-cas">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cassio.</speaker>
      <l n="791">What noise?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-gen">
      <speaker rend="italic">Gent.</speaker>
      <l n="792">The Towne is empty; on the brow o'th'Sea</l>
      <l n="793">Stand rankes of People and they cry, a Saile.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-cas">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cassio.</speaker>
      <l n="794">My hopes do shape him for the Gouernor.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-gen">
      <speaker rend="italic">Gent.</speaker>
      <l n="795">They do discharge their Shot of Courtesie,</l>
      <l n="796">Our Friends, at least.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-cas">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cassio.</speaker>
      <l n="797">I pray you Sir, go forth,</l>
      <l n="798">And giue vs truth who 'tis that is arriu'd.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-gen">
      <speaker rend="italic">Gent.</speaker>
      <l n="799">I shall.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exit.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-oth-mon">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mon.</speaker>
      <l n="800">But good Lieutenant, is your Generall wiu'd?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-cas">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cassio.</speaker>
      <l n="801">Most fortunately: he hath atchieu'd a Maid</l>
      <l n="802">That paragons description, and wilde Fame:</l>
      <l n="803">One that excels the quirkes of Blazoning pens,</l>
      <l n="804">And in th'essentiall Vesture of Creation,</l>
      <l n="805">Do's tyre the Ingeniuer.</l>
      <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Gentleman.</stage>
      <l n="806">How now? Who ha's put in?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-gen">
      <speaker rend="italic">Gent.</speaker>
      <l n="807">'Tis one<hi rend="italic">Iago</hi>, Auncient to the Generall.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-cas">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cassio.</speaker>
      <l n="808">Ha's had most fauourable, and happie speed:</l>
      <l n="809">Tempests themselues, high Seas, and howling windes,</l>
      <l n="810">The gutter'd‑Rockes, and Congregated Sands,</l>
      <l n="811">Traitors ensteep'd, to enclogge the guiltlesse Keele,</l>
      <l n="812">As hauing sence of Beautie, do omit</l>
      <l n="813">Their mortall Natures, letting go safely by</l>
      <l n="814">The Diuine<hi rend="italic">Desdemona</hi>.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-mon">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mon.</speaker>
      <l n="815">What is she?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-cas">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cassio.</speaker>
      <l n="816">She that I spake of:</l>
      <l n="817">Our great Captains Captaine,</l>
      <l n="818">Left in the conduct of the bold<hi rend="italic">Iago</hi>,</l>
      <l n="819">Whose footing heere anticipates our thoughts,</l>
      <l n="820">A Senights speed. Great Ioue,<hi rend="italic">Othello</hi>guard,</l>
      <l n="821">And swell his Saile with thine owne powrefull breath,</l>
      <l n="822">That he may blesse this Bay with his tall Ship,</l>
      <l n="823">Make loues quicke pants in<hi rend="italic">Desdemonaes</hi>Armes,</l>
      <l n="824">Giue renew'd fire to our extincted Spirits.</l>
      <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Desdemona, Iago, Rodorigo, and Æmilia.</stage>
      <l n="825">Oh behold,</l>
      <l n="826">The Riches of the Ship is come on shore:</l>
      <l n="827">You men of Cyprus, let her haue your knees.</l>
      <l n="828">Haile to thee Ladie: and the grace of Heauen,</l>
      <l n="829">Before, behinde thee, and on euery hand</l>
      <l n="830">Enwheele thee round.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-des">
      <speaker rend="italic">Des.</speaker>
      <l n="831">I thanke you, Valiant<hi rend="italic">Cassio</hi>,</l>
      <l n="832">What tydings can you tell of my Lord?</l>
   </sp>
   <pb facs="FFimg:axc0827-0.jpg" n="317"/>
   <cb n="1"/>
   <sp who="#F-oth-cas">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cas.</speaker>
      <l n="833">He is not yet arriu'd, nor know I ought</l>
      <l n="834">But that he's well, and will be shortly here.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-des">
      <speaker rend="italic">Des.</speaker>
      <l n="835">Oh, but I feare:</l>
      <l n="836">How lost you company?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-cas">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cassio.</speaker>
      <l n="837">The great Contention of Sea, and Skies</l>
      <l n="838">Parted our fellowship. But hearke, a Saile.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp>
      <speaker rend="italic">Within.</speaker>
      <l n="839">A Saile, a Saile.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-gen">
      <speaker rend="italic">Gent.</speaker>
      <l n="840">They giue this greeting to the Cittadell:</l>
      <l n="841">This likewise is a Friend.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-cas">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cassio.</speaker>
      <l n="842">See for the Newes:</l>
      <l n="843">Good Ancient, you are welcome. Welcome Mistris:</l>
      <l n="844">Let it not gaule your patience (good<hi rend="italic">Iago</hi>)</l>
      <l n="845">That I extend my Manners. 'Tis my breeding,</l>
      <l n="846">That giues me this bold shew of Curtesie.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-iag">
      <speaker rend="italic">Iago.</speaker>
      <l n="847">Sir, would she giue you so much of her lippes,</l>
      <l n="848">As of her tongue she oft bestowes on me,</l>
      <l n="849">You would haue enough.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-des">
      <speaker rend="italic">Des.</speaker>
      <l n="850">Alas: she ha's no speech.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-iag">
      <speaker rend="italic">Iago.</speaker>
      <l n="851">Infaith too much:</l>
      <l n="852">I finde it still, when I haue leaue to sleepe.</l>
      <l n="853">Marry before your Ladyship, I grant,</l>
      <l n="854">She puts her tongue a little in her heart,</l>
      <l n="855">And chides with thinking.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-emi">
      <speaker rend="italic">Æmil.</speaker>
      <l n="856">You haue little cause to say so.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-iag">
      <speaker rend="italic">Iago.</speaker>
      <p n="857">Come on, come on: you are Pictures out of
      <lb n="858"/>doore: Bells in your Parlours: Wilde‑Cats in your Kit­
      <lb n="859"/>chens: Saints in your Iniuries: Diuels being offended:
      <lb n="860"/>Players in your Huswiferie, and Huswiues in your
      <lb n="861"/>Beds.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-des">
      <speaker rend="italic">Des.</speaker>
      <l n="862">Oh, fie vpon thee, Slanderer.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-iag">
      <speaker rend="italic">Iago.</speaker>
      <l n="863">Nay, it is true: or else I am a Turke,</l>
      <l n="864">You rise to play, and go to bed to worke.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-emi">
      <speaker rend="italic">Æmil.</speaker>
      <l n="865">You shall not write my praise.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-iag">
      <speaker rend="italic">Iago.</speaker>
      <l n="866">No, let me not.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-des">
      <speaker rend="italic">Desde.</speaker>
      <l n="867">What would'st write of me, if thou should'st
      <lb/>praise me?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-iag">
      <speaker rend="italic">Iago.</speaker>
      <l n="868">Oh, gentle Lady, do not put me too<c rend="inverted">'</c>t,</l>
      <l n="869">For I am nothing, if not Criticall.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-des">
      <speaker rend="italic">Des.</speaker>
      <l n="870">Come on, assay.</l>
      <l n="871">There's one gone to the Harbour?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-iag">
      <speaker rend="italic">Iago.</speaker>
      <l n="872">I Madam.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-des">
      <speaker rend="italic">Des.</speaker>
      <l n="873">I am not merry: but I do beguile</l>
      <l n="874">The thing I am, by seeming otherwise.</l>
      <l n="875">Come, how would'st thou praise me?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-iag">
      <speaker rend="italic">Iago.</speaker>
      <p n="876">I am about it, but indeed my inuention comes
      <lb n="877"/>from my pate, as Birdlyme do's from Freeze, it pluckes
      <lb n="878"/>out Braines and all. But my Muse labours, and thus she
      <lb n="879"/>is deliuer'd.</p>
      <l rend="italic" n="880">If she be faire, and wise: fairenesse, and wit,</l>
      <l rend="italic" n="881">The ones for vse, the other vseth it.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-des">
      <speaker rend="italic">Des.</speaker>
      <l n="882">Well prais'd:</l>
      <l n="883">How if she be Blacke and Witty?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-iag">
      <speaker rend="italic">Iago.</speaker>
      <l rend="italic" n="884">If she be blacke, and thereto haue a wit,</l>
      <l rend="italic" n="885">She'le find a white, that shall her blacknesse fit.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-des">
      <speaker rend="italic">Des.</speaker>
      <p n="886">Worse, and worse.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-emi">
      <speaker rend="italic">Æmil.</speaker>
      <p n="887">How if Faire, and Foolish?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-iag">
      <speaker rend="italic">Iago.</speaker>
      <l rend="italic" n="888">She neuer yet was foolish that was faire,</l>
      <l rend="italic" n="889">For euen her folly helpt her to an heire.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-des">
      <speaker rend="italic">Desde.</speaker>
      <p n="890">These are old fond Paradoxes, to make Fooles
      <lb n="891"/>laugh i'th'Alehouse. What miserable praise hast thou
      <lb n="892"/>for her that's Foule, and Foolish.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-iag">
      <speaker rend="italic">Iago.</speaker>
      <l rend="italic" n="893">There's none so foule and foolish thereunto,</l>
      <l rend="italic" n="894">But do's foule pranks, which faire, and wise‑ones do.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-des">
      <speaker rend="italic">Desde.</speaker>
      <p n="895">Oh heauy ignorance: thou praisest the worst
      <lb n="896"/>best. But what praise could'st thou bestow on a deser­
      <lb n="897"/>uing woman indeed? One, that in the authorithy of her<cb n="2"/>
         
      <lb n="898"/>merit, did iustly put on the vouch of very malice it
      <lb n="899"/>selfe.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-iag">
      <speaker rend="italic">Iago.</speaker>
      <l rend="italic" n="900">She that was euer faire, and neuer proud,</l>
      <l rend="italic" n="901">Had Tongue at will, and yet was neuer loud:</l>
      <l rend="italic" n="902">Neuer lackt Gold, and yet went neuer gay,</l>
      <l rend="italic" n="903">Fled from her wish, and yet said now I may.</l>
      <l rend="italic" n="904">She that being angred, her reuenge being nie,</l>
      <l rend="italic" n="905">Bad her wrong stay, and her displeasure flie:</l>
      <l rend="italic" n="906">She that in wisedome neuer was so fraile,</l>
      <l rend="italic" n="907">To change the Cods‑head for the Salmons taile:</l>
      <l rend="italic" n="908">She that could thinke, and neu'r disclose her mind,</l>
      <l rend="italic" n="909">See Suitors following, and not looke behind:</l>
      <l rend="italic" n="910">She was a wight, (if euer such wightes were)</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-des">
      <speaker rend="italic">Des.</speaker>
      <l n="911">To do what?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-iag">
      <speaker rend="italic">Iago.</speaker>
      <l rend="italic" n="912">To suckle Fooles, and chronicle small Beere.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-des">
      <speaker rend="italic">Desde.</speaker>
      <p n="913">Oh most lame and impotent conclusion. Do
      <lb n="914"/>not learne of him<hi rend="italic">Æmillia</hi>, though he be thy husband.
      <lb n="915"/>How say you (<hi rend="italic">Cassio</hi>) is he not a most prophane, and li­
      <lb n="916"/>berall Counsailor?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-cas">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cassio.</speaker>
      <p n="917">He speakes home (Madam) you may rellish
      <lb n="918"/>him more in the Souldier, then in the Scholler.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-iag">
      <speaker rend="italic">Iago.</speaker>
      <p n="919">He takes her by the palme: I, well said, whis­
      <lb n="920"/>per. With as little a web as this, will I ensnare as great
      <lb n="921"/>a Fly as<hi rend="italic">Cassio</hi>. I smile vpon her, do: I will giue thee
      <lb n="922"/>in thine owne Courtship. You say true, 'tis so indeed.
      <lb n="923"/>If such tricks as these strip you out of your Lieutenan­
      <lb n="924"/>trie, it had beene better you had not kiss'd your three fin­
      <lb n="925"/>gers so oft, which now againe you are most apt to play
      <lb n="926"/>the Sir, in. Very good: well kiss'd, and excellent Curt­
      <lb n="927"/>sie: 'tis so indeed. Yet againe, your fingers to your
      <lb n="928"/>lippes? Would they were Cluster‑pipes for your
      <lb n="929"/>sake.</p>
      <l n="930">The Moore I know his Trumpet.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-cas">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cassio.</speaker>
      <l n="931">'Tis truely so.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-des">
      <speaker rend="italic">Des.</speaker>
      <l n="932">Let's meete him, and recieue him.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-cas">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cassio.</speaker>
      <l n="933">Loe, where he comes.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Othello, and Attendants.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-oth-oth">
      <speaker rend="italic">Oth.</speaker>
      <l n="934">O, my faire Warriour.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-des">
      <speaker rend="italic">Des.</speaker>
      <l n="935">My deere<hi rend="italic">Othello</hi>.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-oth">
      <speaker rend="italic">Othe.</speaker>
      <l n="936">It giues me wonder great, as my content</l>
      <l n="937">To see you heere before me.</l>
      <l n="938">Oh my Soules Ioy:</l>
      <l n="939">If after euery Tempest, come such Calmes,</l>
      <l n="940">May the windes blow, till they haue waken'd death:</l>
      <l n="941">And let the labouring Barke climbe hills of Seas</l>
      <l n="942">
         <hi rend="italic">Olympus</hi>high: and duck againe as low,</l>
      <l n="943">As hell's from Heauen. If it were now to dye,</l>
      <l n="944">'Twere now to be most happy. For I feare,</l>
      <l n="945">My Soule hath her content so absolute,</l>
      <l n="946">That not another comfort like to this,</l>
      <l n="947">Succeedes in vnknowne Fate.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-des">
      <speaker rend="italic">Des.</speaker>
      <l n="948">The Heauens forbid</l>
      <l n="949">But that our Loues</l>
      <l n="950">And Comforts should increase</l>
      <l n="951">Euen as our dayes do grow.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-oth">
      <speaker rend="italic">Othe.</speaker>
      <l n="952">Amen to that (sweet Powers)</l>
      <l n="953">I cannot speake enough of this content,</l>
      <l n="954">It stoppes me heere: it is too much of ioy.</l>
      <l n="955">And this, and this the greatest discords be</l>
      <l n="956">That ere our hearts shall make.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-iag">
      <speaker rend="italic">Iago.</speaker>
      <p n="957">Oh you are well tun'd now: But Ile set downe
      <lb n="958"/>the peggs that make this Musicke, as honest as I am.</p>
   </sp>
   <pb facs="FFimg:axc0828-0.jpg" n="318"/>
   <cb n="1"/>
   <sp who="#F-oth-oth">
      <speaker rend="italic">Othe.</speaker>
      <l n="959">Come: let vs to the Castle.</l>
      <l n="960">Newes (Friends) our Warres are done:</l>
      <l n="961">The<gap/>urkes are drown'd.</l>
      <l n="962">How do's my old Acquaintance of this Isle<c rend="italic">?</c>
      </l>
      <l n="963">(Hony) you shall be well desir'd in Cyprus,</l>
      <l n="964">I haue found great loue among'st them. Oh my Sweet,</l>
      <l n="965">I prattle out of fashion, and I doate</l>
      <l n="966">In mine owne comforts. I prythee, good<hi rend="italic">Iago</hi>,</l>
      <l n="967">Go to the Bay, and disimbarke my Coffers:</l>
      <l n="968">Bring thou the Master to the Cittadell,</l>
      <l n="969">He is a good one, and his worthynesse</l>
      <l n="970">Do's challenge much respect. Come<hi rend="italic">Desdemona</hi>,</l>
      <l n="971">Once more well met at Cyprus.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exit Othello and Desdemona.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-oth-iag">
      <speaker rend="italic">Iago.</speaker>
      <p n="972">Do thou meet me presently at the Harbour.
      <lb n="973"/>Come thither, if thou be'st Valiant, (as they say base men
      <lb n="974"/>being in Loue, haue then a Nobilitie in their Natures,
      <lb n="975"/>more then is natiue to them) list‑me; the Lieutenant to
      <lb n="976"/>night watches on the Court of Guard. First, I must tell
      <lb n="977"/>thee this:<hi rend="italic">Desdemona</hi>, is directly in loue with him.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-rod">
      <speaker rend="italic">Rod.</speaker>
      <p n="978">With him? Why, 'tis not possible.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-iag">
      <speaker rend="italic">Iago.</speaker>
      <p n="979">Lay thy finger thus: and let thy soule be in­
      <lb n="980"/>structed. Marke me with what violence she first lou'd
      <lb n="981"/>the Moore, but for bragging, and telling her fantasticall
      <lb n="982"/>lies. To loue him still for prating, let not thy discreet
      <lb n="983"/>heart thinke it. Her eye must be fed. And what delight
      <lb n="984"/>shall she haue to looke on the diuell? When the Blood
      <lb n="985"/>is made dull with the Act of Sport, there should be a
      <lb n="986"/>game to enflame it, and to giue Satiety a fresh appetite.
      <lb n="987"/>Louelinesse in fauour, simpathy in yeares, Manners,
      <lb n="988"/>and Beauties: all which the Moore is defectiue in. Now
      <lb n="989"/>for want of these requir'd Conueniences, her delicate
      <lb n="990"/>tendernesse wil finde it selfe abus'd, begin to heaue the,
      <lb n="991"/>gorge, disrellish and abhorre the Moore, very Nature wil
      <lb n="992"/>instruct her in it, and compell her to some second choice.
      <lb n="993"/>Now Sir, this granted (as it is a most pregnant and vn­
      <lb n="994"/>forc'd position) who stands so eminent in the degree of
      <lb n="995"/>this Forune, as<hi rend="italic">Cassio</hi>do's: a knaue very voluble: no
      <lb n="996"/>further conscionable, then in putting on the meere forme
      <lb n="997"/>of Ciuill, and Humaine seeming, for the better compasse
      <lb n="998"/>of his salt, and most hidden loose Affection? Why none,
      <lb n="999"/>why none: A slipper, and subtle knaue, a finder of occa­
      <lb n="1000"/>sion: that he's an eye can stampe, and counterfeit Ad­
      <lb n="1001"/>uantages, though true Aduantage neuer present it selfe.
      <lb n="1002"/>A diuelish knaue: besides, the knaue is handsome, young:
      <lb n="1003"/>and hath all those requisites in him, that folly and greene
      <lb n="1004"/>mindes looke after. A pestilent compleat knaue, and the
      <lb n="1005"/>woman hath found him already.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-rod">
      <speaker rend="italic">Rodo.</speaker>
      <p n="1006">I cannot beleeue that in her, she's full of most
      <lb n="1007"/>bless'd condition.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-iag">
      <speaker rend="italic">Iago.</speaker>
      <p n="1008">Bless'd figges‑end. The Wine she drinkes is
      <lb n="1009"/>made of grapes. If shee had beene bless'd, shee would
      <lb n="1010"/>neuer haue lou'd the Moore: Bless'd pudding. Didst thou
      <lb n="1011"/>not see her paddle with the palme of his hand? Didst not
      <lb n="1012"/>marke that?</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-rod">
      <speaker rend="italic">Rod.</speaker>
      <p n="1013">Yes, that I did: but that was but curtesie.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-iag">
      <speaker rend="italic">Iago.</speaker>
      <p n="1014">Leacherie by this hand: an Index, and obscure
      <lb n="1015"/>prologue to the History of Lust and foule Thoughts.
      <lb n="1016"/>They met so neere with their lippes, that their breathes
      <lb n="1017"/>embrac'd together. Villanous thoughts<hi rend="italic">Rodorigo</hi>, when
      <lb n="1018"/>these mutabilities so marshall the way, hard at hand
      <lb n="1019"/>comes the Master, and maine exercise, th'incorporate
      <lb n="1020"/>conclusion: Pish. But Sir, be you rul'd by me. I haue
      <lb n="1021"/>brought you from Venice. Watch you to night: for
      <lb n="1022"/>the Command, Ile lay't vpon you.<hi rend="italic">Cassio</hi>knowes you
      <lb n="1023"/>not: Ile not be farre from you. Do you finde some oc­<cb n="2"/>
         
      <lb n="1024"/>casion to anger<hi rend="italic">Cassio</hi>, either by speaking too loud, or
      <lb n="1025"/>tainting his discipline, or from what other course
      <lb n="1026"/>you please, which the time shall more fauorably mi­
      <lb n="1027"/>nister.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-rod">
      <speaker rend="italic">Rod.</speaker>
      <p n="1028">Well.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-iag">
      <speaker rend="italic">Iago.</speaker>
      <p n="1029">Sir, he's rash, and very sodaine in Choller: and
      <lb n="1030"/>happely may strike at you, prouoke him that he may: for
      <lb n="1031"/>euen out of that will I cause these of Cyprus to Mutiny.
      <lb n="1032"/>Whose qualification shall come into no true taste a­
      <lb n="1033"/>gaine, but by the displanting of<hi rend="italic">Cassio</hi>. So shall you
      <lb n="1034"/>haue a shorter iourney to your desires, by the meanes I
      <lb n="1035"/>shall then haue to preferre them. And the impediment
      <lb n="1036"/>most profitably remoued, without the which there were
      <lb n="1037"/>no expectation of our prosperitie.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-rod">
      <speaker rend="italic">Rodo.</speaker>
      <p n="1038">I will do this, if you can bring it to any oppor­
      <lb n="1039"/>tunity.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-iag">
      <speaker rend="italic">Iago.</speaker>
      <p n="1040">I warrant thee. Meete me by and by at the
      <lb n="1041"/>Cittadell. I must fetch his Necessaries a Shore. Fare­
      <lb n="1042"/>well.</p>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exit.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-oth-rod">
      <speaker rend="italic">Rodo.</speaker>
      <p n="1043">Adieu.</p>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-oth-iag">
      <speaker rend="italic">Iago.</speaker>
      <l n="1044">That<hi rend="italic">Cassio</hi>loues her, I do well beleeu't:</l>
      <l n="1045">That she loues him, 'tis apt, and of great Credite.</l>
      <l n="1046">The Moore (howbeit that I endure him not)</l>
      <l n="1047">Is of a constant, louing, Noble Nature,</l>
      <l n="1048">And I dare thinke, he'le proue to<hi rend="italic">Desdemona</hi>
      </l>
      <l n="1049">A most deere husband. Now I do loue her too,</l>
      <l n="1050">Not out of absolute Lust, (though peraduenture</l>
      <l n="1051">I stand accomptant for as great a sin)</l>
      <l n="1052">But partely led to dyet my Reuenge,</l>
      <l n="1053">For that I do suspect the lustie Moore</l>
      <l n="1054">Hath leap'd into my Seate. The thought whereof,</l>
      <l n="1055">Doth (like a poysonous Minerall) gnaw my Inwardes:</l>
      <l n="1056">And nothing can, or shall content my Soule</l>
      <l n="1057">Till I am eeuen'd with him, wife, for wift.</l>
      <l n="1058">Or fayling so, yet that I put the Moore,</l>
      <l n="1059">At least into a Ielouzie so strong</l>
      <l n="1060">That iudgement cannot cure. Which thing to do,</l>
      <l n="1061">If this poore Trash of Venice, whom I trace</l>
      <l n="1062">For his quicke hunting, stand the putting on,</l>
      <l n="1063">Ile haue our<hi rend="italic">Michael Cassio</hi>on the hip,</l>
      <l n="1064">Abuse him to the Moore, in the right garbe</l>
      <l n="1065">(For I feare<hi rend="italic">Cassio</hi>with my Night‑Cape too)</l>
      <l n="1066">Make the Moore thanke me, loue me, and reward me,</l>
      <l n="1067">For making him egregiously an Asse,</l>
      <l n="1068">And practising vpon his peace, and quiet,</l>
      <l n="1069">Euen to madnesse. 'Tis heere: but yet confus'd,</l>
      <l n="1070">Knaueries plaine face, is neuer seene, till vs'd.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exit.</stage>
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