The Tragedie of Othello

THE TRAGEDIE OF Othello, the Moore of Venice.

Actus Primus. Scœna Prima.

Enter Rodorigo, and Iago.

Rodorigo. NEuer tell me, I take it much vnkindly That thou (Iago) who hast had my purse, As…

Ia. But you'l not heare me. If euer I did dream Of such a matter, abhorre me.

Rodo. Thou told'st me, Thou did'st hold him in thy hate.

Iago. Despise me If I do not. Three Great‑ones of the Cittie, (In personall suite to make me…

Rod. By heauen, I rather would haue bin his hangman.

Iago. Why, there's no remedie. 'Tis the cursse of Seruice; Preferment goes by Letter, and affection, And not…

Rod. I would not follow him then.

Iago. O Sir content you. I follow him, to serue my turne vpon him. We cannot all be…

Rod. What a fall Fortune do's the Thicks‑lips owe If he can carry't thus?

Iago. Call vp her Father: Rowse him, make after him, poyson his delight, Proclaime him in the Streets.…

Rodo. Heere is her Fathers house, Ile call aloud.

Iago. Doe, with like timerous accent, and dire yell, As when (by Night and Negligence) the Fire Is…

Rodo. What hoa: Brabantio, Signior Brabantio, hoa.

Iago. Awake: what hoa, Brabantio: Theeues, Theeues. Looke to your house, your daughter, and your Bags, Theeues, Theeues.

Bra. Aboue. What is the reason of this terrible Summons? What is the matter there?

Rodo. Signior is all your Familie within?

Iago. Are your Doores lock'd?

Bra. Why? Wherefore ask you this?

Iago. Sir, y'are rob'd, for shame put on your Gowne, Your heart is burst, you haue lost halfe…

Bra. What, haue you lost your wits?

Rod. Most reuerend Signior, do you know my voice?

Bra. Not I: what are you?

Rod. My name is Rodorigo.

Bra. The worsser welcome: I haue charg'd thee not to haunt about my doores: In honest plainenesse thou…

Rod. Sir, Sir, Sir.

Bra. But thou must needs be sure, My spirits and my place haue in their power To make…

Rodo. Patience good Sir.

Bra. What tell'st thou me of Robbing? This is Venice: my house is not a Grange.

Rodo. Most graue Brabantio, In simple and pure soule, I come to you.

Ia. Sir: you are one of those that will not serue God, if the deuill bid you. Because…

Bra. What prophane wretch art thou?

Ia. I am one Sir, that comes to tell you, your Daugh­ ter and the Moore, are making…

Bra. Thou art a Villaine.

Iago. You are a Senator.

Bra. This thou shalt answere. I know thee Rodorigo.

Rod. Sir, I will answere any thing. But I beseech you If't be your pleasure, and most wise…

Bra. Strike on the Tinder, hoa: Giue me a Taper: call vp all my people, This Accident is…

Exit.

Iag. Farewell: for I must leaue you. It seemes not meete, nor wholesome to my place To be…

Exit.

Enter Brabantio, with Seruants and Torches.

Bra. It is too true an euill. Gone she is, And what's to come of my despised time,…

Rodo. Truely I thinke they are.

Bra. Oh Heauen: how got she out? Oh treason of the blood. Fathers, from hence trust not your…

Rod. Yes Sir: I haue indeed.

Bra. Call vp my Brother: oh would you had had her. Some one way, some another. Doe you…

Rod. I thinke I can discouer him, if you please To get good Guard, and go along with…

Bra. Pray you lead on. At euery house Ile call, (I may command at most) get Weapons (hoa)…

Exeunt.

Scena Secunda.

Enter Othello, Iago, Attendants, with Torches.

Ia. Though in the trade of Warre I haue slaine men, Yet do I hold it very stuffe…

Othello. 'Tis better as it is.

Iago. Nay but he prated, And spoke such scuruy, and prouoking termes Against your Honor, that with the…

Othel. Let him do his spight; My Seruices, which I haue done the Signorie Shall out‑tongue his Complaints.…

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. My Parts, my Title, and my perfect Soule Shall manifest me…

Iago. By Ianus, I thinke no.

Othel. The Seruants of the Dukes? And my Lieutenant? The goodnesse of the Night vpon you (Friends) What…

Cassio. The Duke do's greet you (Generall) And he requires your haste, Post‑haste appearance, Euen on the instant.

Othello. What is the matter, thinke you?

Cassio. Something from Cyprus, as I may diuine: It is a businesse of some heate. The Gallies Haue…

Othel. 'Tis well I am found by you: I will but spend a word here in the house,…

Cassio. Aunciant, what makes he heere?

Iago. Faith, he to night hath boarded a Land Carract, If it proue lawfull prize, he'□ made for…

Cassio. I do not vnderstand.

Iago. He's married.

Cassio. To who?

Iago. Marry to⸺Come Captaine, will you go?

Othel. 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. 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…

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

Othe. Hold your hands Both you of my inclining, and the rest. Were it my Cue to fight,…

Bra. To Prison, till fit time Of Law, and course of direct Session Call thee to answer.

Othe. What if I do obey? How may the Duke be therewith satisfi'd, Whose Messengers are heere about…

Officer. 'Tis true most worthy Signior, The Dukes in Counsell, and your Noble selfe, I am sure is…

Bra. How? The Duke in Counsell? In this time of the night? Bring him away; Mine's not an…

Exeunt.

scæna Tertia.

Enter Duke, Senators, and Officers.

Duke. 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. And mine two Hundred: But though they iumpe not on a iust accompt, (As in these…

Duke. Nay, it is possible enough to iudgement: I do not so secure me in the Error, But…

Saylor within. What hoa, what hoa, what hoa.

Enter Saylor.

Officer. 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…

Duke. How say you by this change?

1. Sen. This cannot be By no assay of reason. 'Tis a Pageant To keepe vs in false…

Duke. 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…

1. Sen. 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…

Duke. 'Tis certaine then for Cyprus: Marcus Luccicos is not he in Towne?

1. Sen. He's now in Florence.

Duke. 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. I did not see you:…

Bra. So did I yours: Good your Grace pardon me. Neither my place, hor ought I heard of…

Duke. Why? What's the matter?

Bra. 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…

Duke. Who ere he be, that in this foule proceeding Hath thus beguil'd your Daughter of her selfe,…

Bra. Humbly I thanke your Grace, Here is the man; this Moore, whom now it seems Your speciall…

All. We are verie sorry for't.

Duke. What in your owne part, can you say to this?

Bra. 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…

Bra. A Maiden, neuer bold: Of Spirit so still, and quiet, that her Motion Blush'd at her selfe,…

Sen. But Othello, speake, Did you, by indirect, and forced courses Subdue, and poyson this yong Maides affections?…

Othel. I do beseech you, Send for the Lady to the Sagitary, And let her speake of me…

Duke. Fetch Desdemona hither.

Othe. Aunciant, conduct them: You best know the place. And tell she come, as truely as to heauen,…

Duke. Say it Othello.

Othe. Her Father lou'd me, oft inuited me: Still question'd me the Storie of my life, From yeare…

And I lou'd her, that she did pitty them. This onely is the witch‑craft I haue vs'd. Here…

Enter Desdemona, Iago, Attendants.

Duke. I thinke this tale would win my Daughter too, Good Brabantio, take vp this mangled matter at…

Bra. I pray you heare her speake? If she confesse that she was halfe the wooer, Destruction on…

Des. My Noble Father, I do perceiue heere a diuided dutie. To you I am bound for life,…

Bra. God be with you: I haue done. Please it your Grace, on to the State Affaires; I…

Duke. Let me speake like your selfe: And lay a Sentence, Which as a grise, or step may…

Bra. So let the Turke of Cyprus vs beguile, We loose it not so long as we can…

Duke. The Turke with a most mighty Preparation makes for Cyprus: Othello, the Fortitude of the place is…

Othe. The Tirant Custome, most Graue Senators, Hath made the flinty and Steele Coach of Warre My thrice‑driuen…

Duke. Why at her Fathers?

Bra. I will not haue it so.

Othe. Nor I.

Des. Nor would I there recide, To put my Father in impatient thoughts By being in his eye.…

Duke. What would you Desdemona?

Des. That I loue the Moore, to liue with him, My downe‑right violence, and storme of Fortunes, May…

Othe. Let her haue your voice. Vouch with me Heauen, I therefore beg it not To please the…

Duke. Be it as you shall priuately determine, Either for her stay, or going: th'Affaire cries hast: And…

Sen. You must away to night.

Othe. With all my heart.

Duke. At nine i'th'morning, here wee'l meete againe. Othello, leaue some Officer behind And he shall our Commission…

Othe. So please your Grace, my Ancient, A man he is of honesty and trust: To his conueyance…

Duke. Let it be so: Good night to euery one. And Noble Signior, If Vertue no delighted Beautie…

Sen. Adieu braue Moore, vse Desdemona well.

Bra. Looke to her (Moore) if thou hast eies to see: She ha's deceiu'd her Father, and may…

Exit.

Othe. My life vpon her faith. Honest Iago, My Desdemona must I leaue to thee: I prythee let…

Exit.

Rod. Iago.

Iago. 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 thou silly Gentleman?

Rod. It is sillynesse to liue, when to liue is torment: and then haue we a prescription to…

Iago. Oh villanous: I haue look'd vpon the world for foure times seuen yeares, and since I could…

Rod. What should I do? I confesse it is my shame to be so fond, but it is…

Iago. Vertue? A figge, 'tis in our selues that we are thus, or thus. Our Bodies are our…

Rod. It cannot be.

Iago. It is meerly a Lust of the blood, and a permission of the will. Come, be a…

Rodo. Wilt thou be fast to my hopes, if I depend on the issue?

Iago. Thou art sure of me: Go make Money: I haue told thee often, and I re‑tell thee…

Rod. Where shall we meete i'th'morning?

Iago. 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: For I mine owne gain'd knowledge should prophane…

Actus Secundus. Scena Prima.

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…

Mon. Me thinks, the wind hath spoke aloud at Land, A fuller blast ne're shooke our Battlements: If…

2 A Segregation of the Turkish Fleet: For do but stand vpon the Foaming Shore, The chidden Billow…

Mon. If that the Turkish Fleete Be not enshelter'd, and embay'd, they are drown'd, It is impossible to…

Enter a Gentleman.

3 Newes Laddes: our warres are done: The desperate Tempest hath so bang'd the Turkes, That their designement…

Mon. How? Is this true?

3 The Ship is heere put in: A Verennessa, Michael Cassio Lieutenant to the warlike Moore, Othello, Is…

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,…

Mon. Pray Heauens he be: For I haue seru'd him, and the man commands Like a full Soldier.…

Gent. Come, let's do so; 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…

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…

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. 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. 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…

Gent. 'Tis one Iago, Auncient to the Generall.

Cassio. Ha's had most fauourable, and happie speed: Tempests themselues, high Seas, and howling windes, The gutter'd‑Rockes, and…

Mon. What is she?

Cassio. She that I spake of: Our great Captains Captaine, Left in the conduct of the bold Iago,…

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…

Des. 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. 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…

Iago. Sir, would she giue you so much of her lippes, As of her tongue she oft bestowes…

Des. Alas: she ha's no speech.

Iago. Infaith too much: I finde it still, when I haue leaue to sleepe. Marry before your Ladyship,…

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…

Des. Oh, fie vpon thee, Slanderer.

Iago. Nay, it is true: or else I am a Turke, You rise to play, and go to…

Æmil. 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. 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. Come, how…

Iago. I am about it, but indeed my inuention comes from my pate, as Birdlyme do's from Freeze,…

Des. Well prais'd: How if she be Blacke and Witty?

Iago. If she be blacke, and thereto haue a wit, She'le find a white, that shall her blacknesse…

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. These are old fond Paradoxes, to make Fooles laugh i'th'Alehouse. What miserable praise hast thou for her…

Iago. There's none so foule and foolish thereunto, But do's foule pranks, which faire, and wise‑ones do.

Desde. Oh heauy ignorance: thou praisest the worst best. But what praise could'st thou bestow on a deser­…

Iago. She that was euer faire, and neuer proud, Had Tongue at will, and yet was neuer loud:…

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.…

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 per. With as little a web as…

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. My deere Othello.

Othe. It giues me wonder great, as my content To see you heere before me. Oh my Soules…

Des. The Heauens forbid But that our Loues 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…

Iago. Oh you are well tun'd now: But Ile set downe the peggs that make this Musicke, as…

Othe. Come: let vs to the Castle. Newes (Friends) our Warres are done: The [missing 1 units]urkes are…

Exit Othello and Desdemona.

Iago. Do thou meet me presently at the Harbour. Come thither, if thou be'st Valiant, (as they say…

Rod. With him? Why, 'tis not possible.

Iago. Lay thy finger thus: and let thy soule be in­ structed. Marke me with what violence she…

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…

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

Iago. Leacherie by this hand: an Index, and obscure prologue to the History of Lust and foule Thoughts.…

Rod. Well.

Iago. Sir, he's rash, and very sodaine in Choller: and happely may strike at you, prouoke him that…

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

Iago. I warrant thee. Meete me by and by at the Cittadell. I must fetch his Necessaries a…

Exit.

Rodo. Adieu.

Iago. That Cassio loues her, I do well beleeu't: That she loues him, 'tis apt, and of great…

Exit.

Scena Secunda.

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…

Exit.

Enter Othello, Desdemona, Cassio, and Attendants.

Othe. Good Michael, looke you to the guard to night. Let's teach our selues that Honourable stop, Not…

Cas. Iago, hath direction what to do. But notwithstanding with my personall eye Will I looke to't.

Othe. Iago, is most honest: Michael, goodnight. To morrow with your earliest, Let me haue speech with you.…

Exit.

Enter Iago.

Cas. Welcome Iago: we must to the Watch.

Iago. Not this houre Lieutenant: 'tis not yet ten o'th'clocke. Our Generall cast vs thus earely for the…

Cas. She's a most exquisite Lady.

Iago. And Ile warrant her, full of Game.

Cas. Indeed she s a most fresh and delicate creature.

Iago. What an eye she ha's? Me thinkes it sounds a parley to prouocation.

Cas. An inuiting eye: And yet me thinkes right modest.

Iago. And when she speakes, Is it not an Alarum to Loue?

Cas. She is indeed perfection.

Iago. Well: happinesse to their Sheetes. Come Lieu­ tenant, I haue a stope of Wine, and heere without…

Cas. Not to night, good Iago, I haue very poore, and vnhappie Braines for drinking. I could well…

Iago. Oh, they are our Friends: but one Cup, Ile drinke for you.

Cassio. I haue drunke but one Cup to night, and that was craftily qualified too: and behold what…

Iago. What man? 'Tis a night of Reuels, the Gal­ lants desire it.

Cas. Where are they?

Iago. Heere, at the doore: I pray you call them in.

Cas. Ile do't, but it dislikes me.

Exit.

Iago. If I can fasten but one Cup vpon him With that which he hath drunke to night…

Cas. 'Fore heauen, they haue giuen me a rowse already.

Mon. Good‑faith a litle one: not past a pint, as I am a Souldier.

Iago. Some Wine hoa. And let me the Cannakin clinke, clinke: And let me the Cannakin clinke. A…

Cas. 'Fore Heauen: an excellent Song.

Iago. I learn'd it in England: where indeed they are most potent in Potting. Your Dane, your Germaine,…

Cassio. Is your Englishmen so exquisite in his drin­ king?

Iago. Why, he drinkes you with facillitie, your Dane dead drunke. He sweates not to ouerthrow your Al­…

Cas. To the health of our Generall.

Mon. I am for it Lieutenant: and Ile do you Iustice.

Iago. Oh sweet England. King Stephen was and‑a worthy Peere, His Breeches cost him but a Crowne, He…

Cassio. Why this is a more exquisite Song then the o­ ther.

Iago. Will you heare't againe?

Cas. No: for I hold him to be vnworthy of his Place, that do's those things. Well: heau'ns…

Iago. It's true, good Lieutenant.

Cas. For mine owne part, no offence to the Generall, nor any man of qualitie: I hope to…

Iago. And so do I too Lieutenant.

Cassio. I: (but by your leaue) not before me. The Lieutenant is to be saued before the Ancient.…

Gent. Excellent well.

Cas. Why very well then: you must not thinke then, that I am drunke.

Exit.

Monta. To th'Platforme (Masters) come, let's set the Watch.

Iago. You see this Fellow, that is gone before, He's a Souldier, fit to stand by Cæsar, And…

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…

Mont. It were well The Generall were put in mind of it: Perhaps he sees it not, or…

Enter Rodorigo.

Iago. 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…

Iago. Not I, for this faire Island, I do loue Cassio well: and would do much To cure…

Enter Cassio pursuing Rodorigo.

Cas. 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. 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. 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.…

Enter Othello, and Attendants.

Othe. What is the matter heere?

Mon. 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…

Oth. Why how now hoa? From whence ariseth this? Are we turn'd Turkes? and to our selues do…

Iago. I do not know: Friends all, but now, euen now. In Quarter, and in termes like Bride,…

Othe. How comes it (Michaell) you are thus forgot?

Cas. 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…

Mon. Worthy Othello, I am hurt to danger, Your Officer Iago, can informe you, While I spare speech…

Othe. Now by Heauen, My blood begins my safer Guides to rule, And passion (hauing my best iudgement…

Mon. If partially Affin'd, or league in office, Thou dost deliuer more, or lesse then Truth, Thou art…

Iago. Touch me not so neere, I had rather haue this tongue cut from my mouth, Then it…

Othe. I know Iago Thy honestie, and loue doth mince this matter, Making it light to Cassio: Cassio,…

Des. What is the matter (Deere?)

Othe. All's well, Sweeting: Come away to bed. Sir for your hurts, My selfe will be your Surgeon.…

Exit.

Iago. What are you hurt Lieutenant?

Cas. I, past all Surgery.

Iago. Marry Heauen forbid.

Cas. Reputation, Reputation, Reputation: Oh I haue lost my Reputation. I haue lost the immortall part of myselfe,…

Iago. As I am an honest man I had thought you had receiued some bodily wound; there is…

Cas. I will rather sue to be despis'd, then to deceiue so good a Commander, with so slight,…

Iago. What was he that you follow'd with your Sword? What had he done to you?

Cas. I know not.

Iago. Is't possible?

Cas. I remember a masse of things, but nothing di­ stinctly: a Quarrell, but nothing wherefore. Oh, that…

Iago. Why? But you are now well enough: how came you thus recouered?

Cas. It hath pleas'd the diuell drunkennesse, to giue place to the diuell wrath, one vnperfectnesse, shewes me…

Iago. Come, you are too seuere a Moraller. As the Time, the Place, & the Condition of this…

Cas. I will aske him for my Place againe, he shall tell me, I am a drunkard: had…

Iago. Come, come: good wine, is a good famillar Creature, if it be well vs'd: exclaime no more…

Cassio. I haue well approued it, Sir. I drunke?

Iago. You, or any man liuing, may be drunke at a time man. I tell you what you…

Cassio. You aduise me well.

Iago. I protest in the sinceritie of Loue, and honest kindnesse.

Cassio. I thinke it freely: and betimes in the mor­ ning, I will beseech the vertuous Desdemona to…

Iago. You are in the right: good night Lieutenant, I must to the Watch.

Cassio. Good night, honest Iago.

Exit Cassio.

Iago. And what's he then, That saies I play the Villaine? When this aduise is free I giue,…

Enter Rodorigo.

Rodorigo. I do follow heere in the Chace, not like a Hound that hunts, but one that filles…

Iago. How poore are they that haue not Patience? What wound did euer heale but by degrees? Thou…

Exit.

Actus Tertius. Scena Prima.

Enter Cassio, Musitians, and Clowne

Cassio. Masters, play heere, I wil content your paines, Something that's briefe: and bid, goodmorrow General.

Clo. Why Masters, haue your Instruments bin in Na­ ples, that they speake i'th'Nose thus?

Mus. How Sir? how?

Clo. Are these I pray you, winde Instruments?

Mus. I marry are they sir.

Clo. Oh, thereby hangs a tale.

Mus. Whereby hangs a tale, sir?

Clow. Marry sir, by many a winde Instrument that I know. But Masters, heere's money for you: and…

Mus. Well Sir, we will not.

Clo. If you haue any Musicke that may not be heard, too't againe. But (as they say) to…

Mus. We haue none such, sir.

Clow. Then put vp your Pipes in your bagge, for Ile away. Go, vanish into ayre, away.

Exit Mu.

Cassio. Dost thou heare me, mine honest Friend?

Clo. No, I heare not your honest Friend: I heare you.

Cassio. Prythee keepe vp thy Quillets, ther's a poore peece of Gold for thee: if the Gentlewoman that…

Clo. She is stirring sir: if she will stirre hither, I shall seeme to notifie vnto her. Exit…

Iago. You haue not bin a‑bed then?

Cassio. Why no: the day had broke before we parted. I haue made bold (Iago) to send in…

Iago. Ile send her to you presently: And Ile deuise a meane to draw the Moore Out of…

Exit.

Cassio. I humbly thanke you for't. I neuer knew A Florentine more kinde, and honest.

Enter Æmilia.

Æmil. Goodmorrow (good Lieutenant) I am sorrie For your displeasure: but all will sure be well. The Generall…

Cassio. Yet I beseech you, If you thinke fit, or that it may be done, Giue me aduantage…

Æmil. Pray you come in: I will bestow you where you shall haue time To speake your bosome…

Cassio. I am much bound to you.

scœna Secunda.

Enter Othello, Iago, and Gentlemen.

Othe. These Letters giue (Iago) to the Pylot, And by him do my duties to the Senate: That…

Iago. Well, my good Lord, Ile doo't.

Oth. This Fortification (Gentlemen) shall we see't?

Gent. Well waite vpon your Lordship.

Exeunt

scœna Tertia.

Enter Desdemona, Cassio, and Æmilia.

Des. Be thou assur'd (good Cassio) I will do All my abilities in thy behalfe.

Æmil. Good Madam do: I warrant it greeues my Husband, As if the cause were his.

Des. Oh that's an honest Fellow, Do not doubt Cassio But I will haue my Lord, and you…

Cassio. Bounteous Madam, What euer shall become of Michael Cassio, He's neuer any thing but your true Seruant.

Des. I know't: I thanke you: you do loue my Lord: You haue knowne him long, and be…

Cassio. I, but Lady, That policie may either last so long, Or feede vpon such nice and waterish…

Des. Do not doubt that: before Æmilia here, I giue thee warrant of thy place. Assure thee, If…

Enter Othello, and Iago.

Æmil. Madam, heere comes my Lord.

Cassio. Madam, Ile take my leaue.

Des. Why stay, and heare me speake.

Cassio. Madam, not now: I am very ill at ease, Vnfit for mine owne purposes.

Des. Well, do your discretion.

Exit Cassio.

Iago. Hah? I like not that.

Othel. What dost thou say?

Iago. Nothing my Lord; or if⸺I know not what.

Othel. Was not that Cassio parted from my wife?

Iago. Cassio my Lord? No sure, I cannot thinke it That he would steale away so guilty‑like, Seeing…

Oth. I do beleeue 'twas he.

Des. How now my Lord? I haue bin talking with a Suitor heere, A man that languishes in…

Oth. Who is't you meane?

Des. Why your Lieutenant Cassio: Good my Lord, If I haue any grace, or power to moue you,…

Oth. Went he hence now?

Des. I sooth; so humbled, That he hath left part of his greefe with mee To suffer with…

Othel. Not now (sweet Desdemon) some other time.

Des. But shall't be shortly?

Oth. The sooner (Sweet) for you.

Des. Shall't be to night, at Supper?

Oth. No, not to night.

Des. To morrow Dinner then?

Oth. I shall not dine at home: I meete the Captaines at the Cittadell.

Des. Why then to morrow night, on Tuesday morne, On Tuesday noone, or night; on Wensday Morne. I…

Oth. Prythee no more: Let him come when he will: I will deny thee nothing.

Des. Why, this is not a Boone: 'Tis as I should entreate you weare your Gloues, Or feede…

Oth. I will deny thee nothing. Whereon, I do beseech thee, grant me this, To leaue me but…

Des. Shall I deny you? No: farewell my Lord.

Oth. Farewell my Desdemona, Ile come to thee strait.

Des. Æmilia come; be as your Fancies teach you: What ere you be, I am obedient.

Exit.

Oth. Excellent wretch: Perdition catch my Soule But I do loue thee: and when I loue thee not,…

Iago. My Noble Lord.

Oth. What dost thou say, Iago?

Iago. Did Michael Cassio When he woo'd my Lady, know of your loue?

Oth. He did, from first to last: Why dost thou aske?

Iago. But for a satisfaction of my Thought, No further harme.

Oth. Why of thy thought, Iago?

Iago. I did not thinke he had bin acquainted with hir.

Oth. O yes, and went betweene vs very oft.

Iago. Indeed?

Oth. Indeed? I indeed. Discern'st thou ought in that? Is he not honest?

Iago. Honest, my Lord?

Oth. Honest? I, Honest.

Iago. My Lord, for ought I know.

Oth. What do'st thou thinke?

Iago. Thinke, my Lord?

Oth. Thinke, my Lord? Alas, thou ecchos't me; As if there were some Monster in thy thought Too…

Iago. My Lord, you know I loue you.

Oth. I thinke thou do'st: And for I know thou'rt full of Loue, and Honestie, And weigh'st thy…

Iago. For Michael Cassio, I dare be sworne, I thinke that he is honest.

Oth. I thinke so too.

Iago. Men should be what they seeme, Or those that be not, would they might seeme none.

Oth. Certaine, men should be what they seeme.

Iago. Why then I thinke Cassio's an honest man.

Oth. Nay, yet there's more in this? I prythee speake to me, as to thy thinkings, As thou…

Iago. Good my Lord pardon me, Though I am bound to euery Acte of dutie, I am not…

Oth. Thou do'st conspire against thy Friend (Iago) If thou but think'st him wrong'd, and mak'st his eare…

Iago. I do beseech you, Though I perchance am vicious in my guesse (As I confesse it is…

Oth. What dost thou meane?

Iago. Good name in Man, & woman (deere my Lord) Is the immediate Iewell of their Soules; Who…

Oth. Ile know thy Thoughts.

Iago. You cannot, if my heart were in your hand, Nor shall not, whil'st 'tis in my custodie.

Oth. Ha?

Iago. Oh, beware my Lord, of iealousie, It is the greene‑ey'd Monster, which doth mocke The meate it…

Oth. O miserie.

Iago. Poore, and Content, is rich, and rich enough, But Riches finelesse, is as poore as Winter, To…

Oth. Why? why is this? Think'st thou, I'ld make a Life of Iealousie; To follow still the changes…

Ia. I am glad of this: For now I shall haue reason To shew the Loue and Duty…

Oth. Dost thou say so?

Iago. She did deceiue her Father, marrying you, And when she seem'd to shake, and feare your lookes,…

Oth. And so she did.

Iago. Why go too then: Shee that so young could giue out such a Seeming To seele her…

Oth. I am bound to thee for euer.

Iago. I see this hath a little dash'd your Spirits:

Oth. Not a iot, not a iot.

Iago. Trust me, I feare it has: I hope you will consider what is spoke Comes from your…

Oth. I will not.

Iago. Should you do so (my Lord) My speech should fall into such vilde successe, Which my Thoughts…

Oth. No, not much mou'd: I do not thinke but Desdemona's honest.

Iago. Long liue she so; And long liue you to thinke so.

Oth. And yet how Nature erring from it selfe.

Iago. I, there's the point: As (to be bold with you) Not to affect many proposed Matches Of…

Oth. Farewell, farewell: If more thou dost perceiue, let me know more: Set on thy wife to obserue.…

Iago. My Lord, I take my leaue.

Othel. Why did I marry? This honest Creature (doubtlesse) Sees, and knowes more, much more then he vnfolds.

Iago. My Lord, I would I might intreat your Honor To scan this thing no farther: Leaue it…

Oth. Feare not my gouernment.

Iago. I once more take my leaue.

Exit.

Oth. This Fellow's of exceeding honesty, And knowes all Quantities with a learn'd Spirit Of humane dealings. If…

Des. How now, my deere Othello? Your dinner, and the generous Islanders By you inuited, do attend your…

Oth. I am too blame.

Des. Why do you speake so faintly? Are you not well?

Oth. I haue a paine vpon my Forehead, heere.

Des. Why that's with watching, 'twill away againe. Let me but binde it hard, within this houre It…

Oth. Your Napkin is too little: Let it alone: Come, Ile go in with you.

Exit.

Des. I am very sorry that you are not well.

Æmil. I am glad I haue found this Napkin: This was her first remembrance from the Moore, My…

Enter Iago.

Iago. How now? What do you heere alone?

Æmil. Do not you chide: I haue a thing for you.

Iago. You haue a thing for me? It is a common thing ⸺

Æmil. Hah?

Iago. To haue a foolish wife.

Æmil. Oh, is that all? What will you giue me now For that same Handkerchiefe.

Iago. What Handkerchiefe?

Æmil. What Handkerchiefe? Why that the Moore first gaue to Desdemona, That which so often you did bid…

Iago. Hast stolne it from her?

Æmil. No: but she let it drop by negligence, And to th'aduantage, I being heere, took't vp: Looke,…

Iago. A good wench, giue it me.

Æmil. What will you do with't, that you haue bene so earnest to haue me filch it?

Iago. Why, what is that to you?

Æmil. If it be not for some purpose of import, Giu't me againe. Poore Lady, shee'l run mad…

Iago. Be not acknowne on't: I haue vse for it. Go, leaue me. Exit Æmil. I will in…

Oth. Ha, ha, false to mee?

Iago. Why how now Generall? No more of that.

Oth. Auant, be gone: Thou hast set me on the Racke: I sweare 'tis better to be much…

Iago. How now, my Lord?

Oth. What sense had I, in her stolne houres of Lust? I saw't not, thought it not: it…

Iago. I am sorry to heare this?

Oth. I had beene happy, if the generall Campe, Pyoners and all, had tasted her sweet Body, So…

Iago. Is't possible, my Lord?

Oth. Villaine, be sure thou proue my Loue a Whore; Be sure of it: Giue me the Occular…

Iago. Is't come to this?

Oth. Make me to see't: or (at the least) so proue it, That the probation beare no Hindge,…

Iago. My Noble Lord.

Oth. If thou dost slander her, and torture me, Neuer pray more: Abandon all remorse On Horrors head,…

Iago. O Grace! O Heauen forgiue me! Are you a Man? Haue you a Soule? or Sense? God…

Oth. Nay stay: thou should'st be honest.

Iago. I should be wise; for Honestie's a Foole, And looses that it workes for.

Oth. By the World, I thinke my Wife be honest, and thinke she is not: I thinke that…

Iago. I see you are eaten vp with Passion: I do repent me, that I put it to…

Oth. Would? Nay, and I will.

Iago. And may: but how? How satisfied, my Lord? Would you the super‑vision grossely gape on? Behold her…

Oth. Death, and damnation. Oh!

Iago. It were a tedious difficulty, I thinke, To bring them to that Prospect: Damne them then, If…

Oth. Giue me a liuing reason she's disloyall.

Iago. I do not like the Office. But sith I am entred in this cause so farre (Prick'd…

Oth. O monstrous! monstrous!

Iago. Nay, this was but his Dreame.

Oth. But this denoted a fore‑gone conclusion, 'Tis a shrew'd doubt, though it be but a Dreame.

Iago. And this may helpe to thicken other proofes, That do demonstrate thinly.

Oth. Ile teare her all to peeces.

Iago. Nay yet be wise; yet we see nothing done, She may be honest yet: Tell me but…

Oth. I gaue her such a one: 'twas my first gift.

Iago. I know not that: but such a Handkerchiefe (I am sure it was your wiues) did I…

Oth. If it be that.

Iago. If it be that, or any, it was hers. It speakes against her with the other proofes.

Othel. O that the Slaue had forty thousand liues: One is too poore, too weake for my reuenge.…

Iago. Yet be content.

Oth. Oh blood, blood, blood.

Iago. Patience I say: your minde may change.

Oth. Neuer Iago. Like to the Ponticke Sea, Whose Icie Current, and compulsiue course, Neu'r keepes retyring ebbe,…

Iago. Do not rise yet: Witnesse you euer‑burning Lights aboue, You Elements, that clip vs round about, Witnesse…

Oth. I greet thy loue, Not with vaine thanks, but with acceptance bounteous, And will vpon the instant…

Iago. My Friend is dead: 'Tis done at your Request. But let her liue.

Oth. Damne her lewde Minx: O damne her, damne her. Come go with me a‑part, I will withdraw…

Iago. I am your owne for euer.

Exeunt.

Scæna Quarta.

Enter Desdemona, Æmilia, and Clown.

Des. Do you know Sirrah, where Lieutenant Cassio lyes?

Clow. I dare not say he lies any where.

Des. Why man?

Clo. He's a Soldier, and for me to say a Souldier lyes, 'tis stabbing.

Des. Go too: where lodges he?

Clo. To tell you where he lodges, is to tel you where I lye.

Des. Can any thing be made of this?

Clo. I know not where he lodges, and for mee to de­ uise a lodging, and say he…

Des. Can you enquire him out? and be edified by re­ port?

Clo. I will Catechize the world for him, that is, make Questions, and by them answer.

Des. Seeke him, bidde him come hither: tell him, I haue moou'd my Lord on his behalfe, and…

Clo. To do this, is within the compasse of mans Wit, and therefore I will attempt the doing…

Exit Clo.

Des. Where should I loose the Handkerchiefe, Æ­ milia?

Æmil. I know not Madam.

Des. Beleeue me, I had rather haue lost my purse Full of Cruzadoes. And but my Noble Moore…

Æmil. Is he not iealious?

Des. Who, he? I thinke the Sun where he was borne, Drew all such humors from him.

Æmil. Looke where he comes.

Enter Othello.

Des. I will not leaue him now, till Cassio be Call'd to him. How is't with you, my…

Oth. Well my good Lady. Oh hardnes to dissemble! How do you, Desdemona?

Des. Well, my good Lord.

Oth. Giue me your hand. This hand is moist, my Lady.

Des. It hath felt no age, nor knowne no sorrow.

Oth. This argues fruitfulnesse, and liberall heart: Hot, hot, and moyst. This hand of yours requires A sequester…

Des. You may (indeed) say so: For 'twas that hand that gaue away my heart.

Oth. A liberall hand. The hearts of old, gaue hands: But our new Heraldry is hands, not hearts.

Des. I cannot speake of this: Come, now your promise.

Oth. What promise, Chucke?

Des. I haue sent to bid Cassio come speake with you.

Oth. I haue a salt and sorry Rhewme offends me: Lend me thy Handkerchiefe.

Des. Heere my Lord.

Oth. That which I gaue you.

Des. I haue it not about me.

Oth. Not?

Des. No indeed, my Lord.

Oth. That's a fault: That Handkerchiefe Did an Ægyptian to my Mother giue: She was a Charmer, and…

Des. Is't possible?

Oth. 'Tis true: There's Magicke in the web of it: A Sybill that had numbred in the world…

Des. Indeed? Is't true?

Oth. Most veritable, therefore looke too't well.

Des. Then would to Heauen, that I had neuer seene't?

Oth. Ha? wherefore?

Des. Why do you speake so startingly, and rash?

Oth. Is't lost? Is't gon? Speak, is't out o'th'way?

Des. Blesse vs.

Oth. Say you?

Des. It is not lost: but what and if it were?

Oth. How?

Des. I say it is not lost.

Oth. Fetcht, let me see't.

Des. Why so I can: but I will not now: This is a tricke to put me from…

Oth. Fetch me the Handkerchiefe, My minde mis‑giues.

Des. Come, come: you'l neuer meete a more suffici­ ent man.

Oth. The Handkerchiefe.

Des. A man that all his time Hath founded his good Fortunes on your loue; Shar'd dangers with…

Oth. The Handkerchiefe.

Des. Insooth, you are too blame.

Oth. Away.

Exit Othello.

Æmil. Is not this man iealious?

Des. I neu'r saw this before. Sure, there's some wonder in this Handkerchiefe, I am most vnhappy in…

Æmil. 'Tis not a yeare or two shewes vs a man: They are all but Stomackes, and we…

Iago. There is no other way: 'tis she must doo't: And loe the happinesse: go, and importune her.

Des. How now (good Cassio) what's the newes with you?

Cassio. Madam, my former suite. I do beseech you, That by your vertuous meanes, I may againe Exist,…

Des. Alas (thrice‑gentle Cassio) My Aduocation is not now in Tune; My Lord, is not my Lord; nor…

Iago. Is my Lord angry?

Æmil. He went hence but now: And certainly in strange vnquietnesse.

Iago. Can he be angry? I haue seen the Cannon When it hath blowne his Rankes into the…

Exit.

Des. I prythee do so. Something sure of State, Either from Venice, or some vnhatch'd practise Made demonstrable…

Æmil. Pray heauen it bee State matters, as you thinke, and no Conception, Nor no Iealious Toy, concerning…

Des. Alas the day, I neuer gaue him cause.

Æmil. But Iealious soules will not be answer'd so; They are not euer iealious for the cause, But…

Des. Heauen keepe the Monster from Othello's mind.

Æmil. Lady, Amen.

Des. I will go seeke him. Cassio, walke heere about: If I doe finde him fit, Ile moue…

Exit

Cas. I humbly thanke your Ladyship.

Enter Bianca.

Bian. 'Saue you (Friend Cassio.)

Cassio. What make you from home? How is't with you, my most faire Bianca? Indeed (sweet Loue) I…

Bian. And I was going to your Lodging, Cassio. What? keepe a weeke away? Seuen dayes, and Nights?…

Cassio. Pardon me, Bianca: I haue this while with leaden thoughts beene prest, But I shall in a…

Bianca. Oh Cassio, whence came this? This is some Token from a newer Friend, To the felt‑Absence: now…

Cassio. Go too, woman: Throw your vilde gesses in the Diuels teeth, From whence you haue them. You…

Bian. Why, who's is it?

Cassio. I know not neither: I found it in my Chamber, I like the worke well; Ere it…

Bian. Leaue you? Wherefore?

Cassio. I do attend heere on the Generall, And thinke it no addition, nor my wish To haue…

Bian. Why, I ptay you?

Cassio. Not that I loue you not.

Bian. But that you do not loue me. I pray you bring me on the way a little,…

Cassio. 'Tis but a little way that I can bring you, For I attend heere: But Ile see…

Bian. 'Tis very good: I must be circumstanc'd.

Exeunt omnes.

Actus Quartus. Scena Prima.

Enter Othello, and Iago.

Iago. Will you thinke so?

Oth. Thinke so, Iago?

Iago. What, to kisse in priuate?

Oth. An vnauthoriz'd kisse?

Iago. Or to be naked with her Friend in bed, An houre, or more, not meaning any harme?

Oth. Naked in bed (Iago) and not meane harme? It is hypocrisie against the Diuell: They that meane…

Iago. If they do nothing, 'tis a Veniall slip: But if I giue my wife a Handkerchiefe.

Oth. What then?

Iago. Why then 'tis hers (my Lord) and being hers, She may (I thinke) bestow't on any man.

Oth. She is Protectresse of her honor too: May she giue that?

Iago. Her honor is an Essence that's not seene, They haue it very oft, that haue it not.…

Othe. By heauen, I would most gladly haue forgot it: Thou saidst (oh, it comes ore my memorie,…

Iago. I: what of that?

Othe. That's not so good now.

Iag. What if I had said, I had seene him do you wrong? Or heard him say (as…

Oth. Hath he said any thing?

Iago. He hath (my Lord) but be you well assur'd, No more then he'le vn‑sweare.

Oth. What hath he said?

Iago. Why, that he did: I know not what he did.

Othe. What? What?

Iago. Lye.

Oth. With her?

Iago. With her? On her: what you will.

Othe. Lye with her? lye on her? We say lye on her, when they be‑lye‑her. Lye with her:…

Falls in a Traunce.

Iago. Worke on, My Medicine workes. Thus credulous Fooles are caught, And many worthy, and chast Dames euen…

Cas. What's the matter?

Iago. My Lord is falne into an Epilepsie, This is his second Fit: he had one yesterday.

Cas. Rub him about the Temples.

Iago. The Lethargie must haue his quyet course: If not, he foames at mouth: and by and by…

Othe. Dost thou mocke me?

Iago. I mocke you not, by Heauen: Would you would beare your Fortune like a Man.

Othe. A Horned man's a Monster, and a Beast.

Iago. Ther's many a Beast then in a populous Citty, And many a ciuill Monster.

Othe. Did he confesse it?

Iago. Good Sir, be a man: Thinke euery bearded fellow that's but yoak'd May draw with you. There's…

Oth. Oh, thou art wise: 'tis certaine.

Iago. Stand you a while apart, Confine your selfe but in a patient List, Whil'st you were heere,…

Othe. Do'st thou heare, Iago, I will be found most cunning in my Patience: But (do'st thou heare)…

Iago. That's not amisse, But yet keepe time in all: will you withdraw? Now will I question Cassio…

Cas. The worser, that you giue me the addition, Whose want euen killes me.

Iago. Ply Desdemona well, and you are sure on't: Now, if this Suit lay in Bianca's dowre, How…

Cas. Alas poore Caitiffe.

Oth. Looke how he laughes already.

Iago. I neuer knew woman loue man so.

Cas. Alas poore Rogue, I thinke indeed she loues me.

Oth. Now he denies it faintly: and laughes it out.

Iago. Do you heare Cassio?

Oth. Now he importunes him To tell it o're: go too, well said, well said.

Iago. She giues it out, that you shall marry her. Do you intend it?

Cas. Ha, ha, ha.

Oth. Do ye triumph, Romaine? do you triumph?

Cas. I marry. What? A customer; prythee beare Some Charitie to my wit, do not thinke it So…

Oth. So, so, so, so: they laugh, that winnes.

Iago. Why the cry goes, that you marry her.

Cas. Prythee say true.

Iago. I am a very Villaine else.

Oth. Haue you scoar'd me? Well.

Cas. This is the Monkeys owne giuing out: She is perswaded I will marry her Out of her…

Oth. Iago becomes me: now he begins the story.

Cassio. She was heere euen now: she haunts me in e­ uery place. I was the other day…

Oth. Crying oh deere Cassio, as it were: his iesture im­ ports it.

Cassio. So hangs, and lolls, and weepes vpon me: So shakes, and pulls me. Ha, ha, ha.

Oth. Now he tells how she pluckt him to my Cham­ ber: oh, I see that nose of…

Cassio. Well, I must leaue her companie.

Iago. Before me: looke where she comes.

Enter Bianca.

Cas. 'Tis such another Fitchew: marry a perfum'd one? What do you meane by this haunting of me?

Bian. Let the diuell, and his dam haunt you: what did you meane by that same Handkerchiefe, you…

Cassio. How now, my sweete Bianca? How now? How now?

Othe. By Heauen, that should be my Handkerchiefe.

Bian. If you'le come to supper to night you may, if you will not, come when you are…

Exit

Iago. After her: after her.

Cas. I must, shee'l rayle in the streets else.

Iago. Will you sup there?

Cassio. Yes, I intend so.

Iago. Well, I may chance to see you: for I would ve­ ry faine speake with you.

Cas. Prythee come: will you?

Iago. Go too; say no more.

Oth. How shall I murther him, Iago.

Iago. Did you perceiue how he laugh'd at his vice?

Oth. Oh, Iago.

Iago. And did you see the Handkerchiefe?

Oth. Was that mine?

Iago. Yours by this hand: and to see how he prizes the foolish woman your wife: she gaue…

Oth. I would haue him nine yeeres a killing: A fine woman, a faire woman, a sweete woman?

Iago. Nay, you must forget that.

Othello. I, let her rot and perish, and be damn'd to night, for she shall not liue. No,…

Iago. Nay, that's not your way.

Othe. Hang her, I do but say what she is: so delicate with her Needle: an admirable Musitian.…

Iago. She's the worse for all this.

Othe. Oh, a thousand, a thousand times: And then of so gentle a condition?

Iago. I too gentle.

Othe. Nay that's certaine: But yet the pitty of it, Iago: oh Iago, the pitty of it Iago.

Iago. If you are so fond ouer her iniquitie: giue her pattent to offend, for if it touch…

Oth. I will chop her into Messes: Cuckold me?

Iago. Oh, 'tis foule in her.

Oth. With mine Officer?

Iago. That's fouler.

Othe. Get me some poyson, Iago, this night. Ile not expostulate with her: least her body and beautie…

Iago. Do it not with poyson, strangle her in her bed, Euen the bed she hath contaminated.

Oth. Good, good: The Iustice of it pleases: very good.

Iago. And for Cassio, let me be his vndertaker: You shall heare more by midnight.

Enter Lodouico, Desdemona, and Attendants.

Othe. Excellent good: What Trumpet is that same?

Iago. I warrant something from Venice, 'Tis Lodouico, this, comes from the Duke. See, your wife's with him.

Lodo. Saue you worthy Generall.

Othe. With all my heart Sir.

Lod. The Duke, and the Senators of Venice greet you.

Othe. I kisse the Instrument of their pleasures.

Des. And what's the newes, good cozen Lodouico?

Iago. I am very glad to see you Signior: Welcome to Cyprus.

Lod. I thanke you: how do's Lieutenant Cassio?

Iago. Liues Sir,

Des. Cozen, there's falne betweene him, & my Lord, An vnkind breach: but you shall make all well.

Othe. Are you sure of that?

Des. My Lord?

Othe. This faile you not to do, as you will⸺

Lod. He did not call: he's busie in the paper, Is there deuision 'twixt my Lord, and Cassio?

Des. A most vnhappy one: I would do much T'attone□them, for the loue I beare to Cassio.

Oth. Fire, and brimestone.

Des. My Lord.

Oth. Are you wise?

Des. What is he angrie?

Lod. May be th Letter mou'd him. For as I thinke, they do command him home, Deputing Cassio…

Des. Trust me, I am glad on't.

Othe. Indeed?

Des. My Lord?

Othe. I am glad to see you mad.