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one scale of reason to poise another of sensuality, the blocd and baseness of our natures would conduct us to most preposterous conclusions. But we have reason, to cool our raging motions, our carnal stings, our unbitted lufts; whereof I take this, that you call love, to be a feet, or fyen.

Rod. It cannot be.

lago. It is meerly a lust of the blood, and a permission of the will. Come, be a man : drown thy self? drown cats and blind puppies. I have profest me thy friend, and I confess me knit to thy deserving with cables of perdurable toughness. I could never better feed thee than now

Put mony in thy purse ; follow thou these wars ; defeat thy favour with an ufurped beard ; I say, put mony in thy purse. It cannot be, that Desdemona hould long continue her love to the Moor put mony in thy purse

nor he his to her. It was a violent commencement in her, and thou shalt see an answerable sequestration, put but mony in thy purse.

Thefe Moors are changeable in their wills ; purse with mony. The food, that to him now is as luscious as locusts, shall shortly be as bitter as coloquintida. When she is fated with his body, she will find the errors of her choice.

She must have change, she must: therefore put mony in thy purse. If thou wilt needs damn thy self, do it a more delicate way than drowning. Make all the mony thou canft. If sanctimony and a frail vow, betwixt an erring Barbarian and a super-subtle Venetian, be not too hard for my wits, and all the tribe of hell, thou shalt enjoy her; therefore make mony. A pox of drowning thyself! it is clean out of the way. Seek thou rather to be hang’d in compassing thy joy, than to be drown’d and go without her.

Red. Wilt thou be faft to my hopes, if I depend on the issue?

fill thy

the Beam and Balance, using the latter to signify the Scales; and the former, the Ateel Bar to which they are hung, and which poises them.


Iago. Thou art sure of me.

-Go, make mony.
I have told thee often, and I re-tell thee again and again,
I hate the Moor. My cause is hearted; thine hath no
less reason. Let us be conjunctive in our revenge against
him. If thou canst cuckold him, thou dost thy self a
pleasure, and me a sport. There are many events in
the womb of time, which will be delivered. Traverse,
go, provide thy mony. We will have more of this too

Rod. Where shall we meet i'th' morning ?
lago. At my lodging.
Rod. I'll be with thee betimes.
lago. Go to, farewel. Do you hear, Rodorigo ?
Rod. What say you?
lago. No more of drowning, do you hear.
Rod. I am chang'd ; I'll go sell all my land. [Exit.


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lago. Go to, farewel, put mony enough in your purse
Thus do I ever make my fool my purse ;
For I mine own gain'd knowledge should profane,
If I should time expend with such a snipe,
But for my sport and profit. I hate the Moor,
And it is thought abroad, that 'twixt my sheets
He has done my office. I know not, if't be true -
But I, for meer suspicion in that kind,
Will do, as if for surety. He holds me well
The better shall my purpose work on him;
Casio's a proper man : let me see now ;
To get his place, and to plume up my Will,
A double knavery How ? how ! - let's see.
After some time, t'abuse Othello's ear,
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.
'The Moor is of a free and open nature,
That thinks men honeit that but seem to be fo;
And will as tenderly be led by th' nose,
As alles are :

I hav's

I hav't-it is ingendred-Hell and Night
Must bring this monstrous birth to the world's light.

[ Exit.

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SCENE, The capital City of Cyprus. Enter Montano Governor of Cyprus, and Gentlemen.

MONTANO. THAT from the cape can you discern at sea? 1 Gent. Nothing at all, it is a high-wrought

flood; I cannot 'twixt the heaven and the main Descry a fail.

Mont. Methinks the wind hath spoke aloud at land; A fuller blait ne'er shook our battlements; If it hath ruffian'd so upon the sea, What ribs of oak, when mountains melt on them, (13) Can hold the mortise ? what shall we hear of this ?

2 Gent. A segregation of the Turkish fleet ; For do but stand upon the foaming shore, The chiding billows seem to pelt the clouds ; The wind-Thak'd surge, with high a d monitrous main, Seems to cast water on the burning Bear, And quench the guards of th' ever-fired pole ;

(13) What ribs of Oak, when the huge Mountains melt,

Can hold the mortise ? ] This is an arbitrary Change of Mr. Pope's, without any Authority or Reason, but the smoothing the Verlification. But, I am afraid, this great Critick was dreaming of Mountains at Land; and these, he thought, could not well melt on Ribs of oak (i. e.) Ships) at Sea. But our Poet happens to mean, Waves as big as Mountains; and these are often known to melt on Ships; nor is any Metaphor more common in Poetry.

I never

I never did li'se molestation view
On the enchafed flood.

Mont. If that the Turkish fleet
Be not inshelter'd and embay'd, they're drown'd;
It is imposible to bear it out.

Enter a third Gentleman.'

Gent. News, lords, our wars are done : The desperate tempest hath so bang'd the Turks, That their designment halts. A noble ship of Venice (14) Hath seen a grievous wreck and sufferance On most part of the fleet.

Mont. How! is this true ?

Gent. The Ship is here put in,
A Veronesa; Michael Calho,
Lieutenant of the warlike Moor Othello,
Is come on shore; the Moor himself's at sea,
And is in full commission here for Cyprus.

Mont, I'm glad on't ; 'cis a worthy Governor.
3 Gent. But this fame Caho, though he speak of com-

Touching the Turkish lofs, yet he looks fadly,
And prays the Moor be safe; for they were parted
With foul and violent tempeit.

Mont. Pray heav'ns, he be:
For I have serv'd him, and the man commands
Like a full soldier. Let's to the sea-side,
As well to fee the vessel that's come in,
As to throw out our eyes for brave Othello,

(14) Another. Ship of Venice

Hath seen a grievous wreck, &c.) But no Ship, before this, has arriv'd, or brought any Account of the Turkish Flect's Distress : How then can This be call's another Ship! Oh, but the eldest Quarto has call'd it so ; and, if there be a various Reading, Mr. Pope is pretty good at taking the wrong one. The two elder Folio's and the Quarto in 1630 read, as I have restor'd to the Text;

A noble Ship of Venice.

Even till we make the main and th' aerial blue
An indistinct regard.

Gent. Come, let's do fo ;
For every minute is expectancy
Of more arrivance.

Enter Caffio.
Cas. Thanks to the valiant of this warlike ifle,
That so approve the Moor: oh, lèt the heav'ns
Give him defence against the elements,
For I have lost him on a dangerous sea.

Mont. Is he well fhipp'd ?

Çaf. His bark is ftoutly timber’d, and his pilot
Of very expert and approv'd allowance ;
Therefore my hopes, not surfeited to death,
Stand in bold cure.

Within.) A fail, a fail, a fail !
Cal. What noise ?

Gent. The town is empty ; on the brow o'th' sea
Stand ranks of people, and they cry, a fail.

Caf. My hopes do shape him for the Governor.

Gent. They do discharge their shot of courtesie:
Our friends, at least.

Caf. I pray you, Sir, go forth,
And give us truth who 'tis that is arriv'd.
Gent. I shall.

Mont. But, good lieutenant, is your General wiv'd ?
Cas. Most fortunately, he hath atchiev'd a maid
That paragons description and wild fame :
One that excels the quirks of blazoning pens,
And in th' essential vesture of creation
Do's bear all excellency

Enter Gentleman. How now? who has


in ? Gent. 'Tis one lago, Ancient to the General. Cas. Has had most favorable and happy speed; Tempests themselves, high feas, and howling winds; The gutter'd rocks, and congregated sands, (Traitors enfteep'd to clog the guiltless keel;) As having sense of beauty, do omit

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