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Reference: tt2v - Tragedies, p. 320

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The Tragedie of Othello The one as long as th'other. 'Tis pittie of him: I feare the trust Othello puts him in, On some odde time of his infirmitie
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Will shake this Island. Mont. But is he often thus? Iago. 'Tis euermore his prologue to his sleepe, He'le watch the Horologe a double Set, If Drinke rocke not his Cradle. Mont.
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It were well The Generall were put in mind of it: Perhaps he sees it not, or his good nature Prizes the vertue that appeares in Cassio, And lookes not on his euills: is not this true? Enter Rodorigo. Iago.
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How now Rodorigo? I pray you after the Lieutenant, go. Mon. And 'tis great pitty, that the Noble Moore Should hazard such a Place, as his owne Second With one of an ingraft Infirmitie,
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It were an honest Action, to say so To the Moore. Iago. Not I, for this faire Island, I do loue Cassio well: and would do much To cure him of this euill, But hearke, what noise? Enter Cassio pursuing Rodorigo. Cas.
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You Rogue: you Rascall. Mon. What's the matter Lieutenant? Cas.

A Knaue teach me my dutie? Ile beate the

Knaue in to a Twiggen‑Bottle.

 Rod. Beate me? Cas.
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Dost thou prate, Rogue? Mon. Nay, good Lieutenant: I pray you Sir, hold your hand. Cassio. Let me go (Sir) Or Ile knocke you o're the Mazard. Mon.
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Come, come: you're drunke. Cassio. Drunke? Iago. Away I say: go out and cry a Mutinie. Nay good Lieutenant. Alas Gentlemen: Helpe hoa. Lieutenant. Sir Montano:
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Helpe Masters. Heere's a goodly Watch indeed. Who's that which rings the Bell: Diablo, hoa: The Towne will rise. Fie, fie Lieutenant, You'le be asham'd for euer. Enter Othello, and Attendants. Othe. What is the matter heere? Mon.
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I bleed still, I am hurt to th'death. He dies. Othe. Hold for your liues. Iag. Hold hoa: Lieutenant, Sir Montano, Gentlemen: Haue you forgot all place of sense and dutie? Hold. The Generall speaks to you: hold for shame. Oth.
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Why how now hoa? From whence ariseth this ? Are we turn'd Turkes ? and to our selues do that Which Heauen hath forbid the Ottamittes. For Christian shame, put by this barbarous Brawle: He that stirs next, to carue for his owne rage,
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Holds his soule light: He dies vpon his Motion. Silence that dreadfull Bell, it frights the Isle, From her propriety. What is the matter, Masters? Honest Iago, that lookes dead with greeuing, Speake: who began this? On thy loue I charge thee? Iago.
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I do not know: Friends all, but now, euen now. In Quarter, and in termes like Bride, and Groome Deuesting them for Bed: and then, but now: (As if some Planet had vnwitted men)

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Swords out, and tilting one at others breastes,
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In opposition bloody. I cannot speake Any begining to this peeuish oddes. And would, in Action glorious, I had lost Those legges, that brought me to a part of it. Othe. How comes it ( Michaell) you are thus forgot? Cas.
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I pray you pardon me, I cannot speake. Othe. Worthy Montano, you were wont to be ciuill: The grauitie, and stillnesse of your youth The world hath noted. And your name is great In mouthes of wisest Censure. What's the matter
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That you vnlace your reputation thus, And spend your rich opinion, for the name Of a night‑brawler? Giue me answer to it. Mon. Worthy Othello, I am hurt to danger, Your Officer Iago, can informe you,
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While I spare speech which something now offends me. Of all that I do know, nor know I ought By me, that's said, or done amisse this night, Vnlesse selfe‑charitie be sometimes a vice, And to defend our selues, it be a sinne
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When violence assailes vs. Othe. Now by Heauen, My blood begins my safer Guides to rule, And passion (hauing my best iudgement collied) Assaies to leade the way. If I once stir,
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Or do but lift this Arme, the best of you Shall sinke in my rebuke. Giue me to know How this foule Rout began: Who set it on. And he that is approu'd in this offence, Though he had twinn'd with me, both at a birth,
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Shall loose me. What in a Towne of warre, Yet wilde, the peoples hearts brim‑full of feare, To Manage priuate, and domesticke Quarrell? In night, and on the Court and Guard of safetie? 'Tis monstrous: Iago, who began't? Mon.
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If partially Affin'd, or league in office, Thou dost deliuer more, or lesse then Truth, Thou art no Souldier. Iago. Touch me not so neere, I had rather haue this tongue cut from my mouth,
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Then it should do offence to Michaell Cassio. Yet I perswade my selfe, to speake the truth Shall nothing wrong him. This it is Generall: Montano and my selfe being in speech, There comes a Fellow, crying out for helpe,
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And Cassio following him with determin'd Sword To execute vpon him. Sir, this Gentleman, Steppes in to Cassio, and entreats his pause: My selfe, the crying Fellow did pursue, Least by his clamour (as it so fell out)
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The Towne might fall in fright. He, (swift of foote) Out‑ran my purpose: and I return'd then rather For that I heard the clinke, and fall of Swords, And Cassio high in oath: Which till to night I nere might say before. When I came backe
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(For this was briefe) I found them close together At blow, and thrust, euen as againe they were When you your selfe did part them. More of this matter cannot I report, But Men are Men: The best sometimes forget,
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Though Cassio did some little wrong to him, As men in rage strike those that wish them best, Yet surely Cassio, I beleeue receiu'd From him that fled, some strange Indignitie, Which patience could not passe. Othe.

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Scena Secunda. [Act 2, Scene 2] Enter Othello's, Herald with a Proclamation. Herald.

It is Othello's pleasure, our Noble and Vali­

ant Generall. That vpon certaine tydings now arriu'd,

importing the meere perdition of the Turkish Fleete:

euery man put himselfe into Triumph. Some to daunce,

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some to make Bonfires, each man, to what Sport and

Reuels his addition leads him. For besides these bene­

ficiall Newes, it is the Celebration of his Nuptiall. So

much was his pleasure should be proclaimed. All offi­

ces are open, & there is full libertie of Feasting from this

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presenr present houre of fiue, till the Bell haue told eleuen.

Blesse the Isle of Cyprus, and our Noble Generall Othel­ lo .

Exit.
 

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