I pray you, sir, hold your hand. Cas. Let me go, sir, Or I'll knock you o'er the mazzard. Mon. Come, come, you're drunk. Cas. Drunk! [They fight. lago, Away, I say! go out, and cry-a mutiny. [Aside to ROD., who goes out. Nay, good lieutenant,-alas, gentlemen,Help, ho!-Lieutenant, sir,-Montano,-sir; Help, masters!-Here's a goodly watch, in[Bell rings. Who's that that rings the bell?-Diablo, ho! The town will rise, God's will, lieutenant! You will be shamed for ever. [hold; Enter OTHELLO and Attendants. Oth. What is the matter here? Mon. I bleed still, I am hurt to the death; Oth. Hold, for your lives. [he dies. Iago. Hold, hold, lieutenant, sir, Montano, gentlemen, deed! Have you forgot all sense of place and duty? Hold, hold! the general speaks to you; hold, for shame! [ariseth this? Oth. Why, how now, ho! from whence Are we turn'd Turks; and to ourselves do that Which heaven hath forbid the Ottomites? For christian shame, put by this barbarous brawl: He that stirs next to carve for his own rage Holds his soul light; he dies upon his motion. Silence that dreadful bell, it frights the isle From her propriety. What is the natter, masters? Honest Iago, that look'st dead with grieving, Speak, who began this? on thy love I charge thee. [even now, Iago. I do not know ;-friends all but now, In quarter, and in terms like bride and groom Devesting them for bed: and then, but now, (As if some planet had unwitted men,) Swords out, and tilting one at other's breast, In opposition bloody. I cannot speak Any beginning to this peevish odds; And 'would in action glorious I had lost These legs, that brought me to a part of it! Oth. How comes it, Michael, you are thus forgot +? Cas. I pray you, pardon me, I cannot speak. Oth. Worthy Montano, you were wont be civil; The gravity and stillness of your youth The world hath noted, and your name is great In mouths of wisest censure; What's the matter, That you unlace your reputation thus, A wicker'd bottle. § Darkened. Mon. Worthy Othello, I am hurt to danger; Of all that I do know: nor know I aught Oth. Now, by heaven, Assays to lead the way: If I once stir, Shall lose me.-What! in a town of war, Thou dost deliver more or less than truth, lago. Touch me not so near: I had rather have this tongue cut from my mouth, Than it should do offence to Michael Cassio; To execute upon him: Sir, this gentleman Outran my purpose; and I return'd the raFor that I heard the clink and fall of swords, And Cassio high in oath; which, till to-night, I ne'er might say before: when I came back, (For this was brief,) I found them close to gether, At blow and thrust; even as again they were, Yet, surely, Cassio, I believe, received, Care of one's self. ti. e., You have thus forgot yourself. Convicted by proof. Enter DESDEMONA, attended. Come, Desdemona; 'tis the soldier's life, [Exeunt all but IAGO and CASSIO. Cas. I will rather sue to be despised, than to deceive so good a commander with so slight, so drunken, and so indiscreet, an officer. Drunk and speak parrott! and squabble, swagger, swear! and discourse fustlan with one's own shadow !-0, thou invisible spirit of wine, if thou hast no name to be known by, let us call thee-devil! Iago. What was he that you followed with your sword? What had he done to you? Cas. I know not. lago. Is it possible? Cas. I remember a mass of things, but nothing distinctly; a quarrel, but nothing wherefore. O, that men should put an enemy in their mouths to steal away their brains! that we should, with joy, revel, pleasure, and applause, transform ourselves into beasts! Iago. Why, but you are now well enough: How came you thus recovered? Cas. It hath pleased the devil, drunkenness, to give place to the devil, wrath: one unperfectness shows me another, to make me frankly despise myself. Iago. Come, you are too severe a moraler: As the time, the place, and the condition of this country stands, I could heartily wish this had not befallen; but, since it is as it is, mend it for your own good. Cas. I will ask him for my place again; he Dismissed in his anger. § Liberal, bountiful, Even. shall tell me I am a drunkard! Had I as many mouths as Hydra, such an answer would stop them all. To be now a sensible man, by and by a fool, and presently a beast! O strange !Every inordinate cup is unblessed, and the ingredient is a devil. lago. Come, come, good wine is a good familiar creature, if it be well used; exclaim no more against it. And, good lieutenant, I think you think I love you. Cas. I have well approved it, sir.—I drunk! Iago. You, or any man living, may be drunk at some time, man. I'll tell you what you shall do. Our general's wife is now the general;-I may say so in this respect, for that he hath devoted and given up himself to the contemplation, mark, and denotement, of her parts and graces;-confess yourself freely to her; importune her; she'll help to put you in your place again: she is of so free, so kind, so apt, so blessed, a disposition, that she holds it a vice in her goodness not to do more than she is requested This broken joint, between you and her husband, entreat her to splinter; and, my fortunes against any lay worth naming, this crack of your love shall grow stronger than it was before. Cas. You advise me well. Iago. I protest, in the sincerity of love, and honest kindness. Cas. I think it freely; and, betimes in the morning, I will beseech the virtuous Desdemona to undertake for me: I am desperate of my fortunes if they check me here. Iago. You are in the right. Good night, lieutenant; I must to the watch. Cas. Good night, honest Iago. [Exit CASSIO. Iago. And what's he then, that says-I play the villain? All seals and symbols of redeemed sin,- To counsel Cassio to this parallel || course, ¶ Tempt. Does't not go well? Cassio hath beaten thee, And thou, by that small hurt, hast cashier'd Cassio: Though other things grow fair against the sun, Yet fruits that blossom first, will first be ripe: Content thyself awhile.-By the mass, 'tis morning; [short.Pleasure, and action, make the hours seem Retire thee; go where thon art billeted: Away, I say; thou shalt know more hereafter: Nay, get thee gone. [Exit ROD.] Two things are to be done,→→ My wife must move for Cassio to her mistress; Myself, the while, to draw the Moor apart, ACT III. SCENE I. Before the Castle. Enter CASSIO, and some Musicians. Cas. Masters, play here, I will content your pains, [row, general. [Music. Something that's brief; and bid-good-morEnter Clown. Clo. Why, masters, have your instruments been at Naples, that they speak i'the nose thus ? 1 Mus. How, sir, how! Clo. Are these I pray you, called wind instruments? 1 Mus. Ay, marry, are they, sir. Clo. O, thereby hangs a tail. 1 Mus. Whereby hangs a tale, sir? Clo. Marry, sir, by many a wind instrument that I know. But, masters, here's money for you: and the general so likes your music, that he desires you, of all loves, to make no more noise with it. 1 Mus. Well, sir, we will not. Clo. If you have any music that may not be heard, to't again: but, as they say, to hear music, the general does not greatly care. 1 Mus. We have none such, sir, Clo. Then put up your pipes in your bag, for I'll away: Go; vanish into air; away. [Exeunt Musicians. Cas. Dost thou hear, my honest friend? Clo. No, I hear not your honest friend; I hear you. Cas. Pr'ythee, keep up thy quilletst. There's a poor piece of gold for thee; if the gentlewoman that attends the general's wife, be stirring, tell her, there's one Cassio entreats her a little favour of speech: Wilt thou do this? [hither, Clo. She is stirring, sir; if she will stir I shall seem to notify unto her. [Exit. Enter IAGO. Cas. Do, good my friend.-In happy time, Iago. am sorry For your displeasure; but all will soon be well. The general, and his wife, are talking of it; And she speaks for you stoutly: The Moor replies, That he you hurt is of great fame in Cyprus, He might not but refuse you: but he protests SCENE II. A Room in the Castle. • Just at the time. Nice distinctions. The displeasure you have incurred from Othello. SCENE III. Before the Castle. Enter DESDEMONA, CASSIO, and EMILIA. Des. Be thou assured, good Cassio, I will do All my abilities in thy behalf. Emil. Good madam, do; I know it grieves But I will have my lord and you again Cas. Des. Ay, sooth; so humbled, I shall not dine at home; Out of their best ‡,) is not almost a fault Cas. His bed shall seem a school, his board a shrift; My lord. Cas. Des. Madam, I'll take my leave. And hear me speak. Why, stay, [ease, Cas. Madam, not now; I am very ill at Unfit for mine own purposes. Des. Well, well, [Exit CASSIO. Ha! I like not that. Oth. What dost thou say? Iago. Nothing, my lord: or if I know not [wife? Oth. Was not that Cassio parted from my Iago. Cassio, my lord? No, sure, I cannot think it, what. That he would steal away so guilty-like, I do believe 'twas he. I have been talking with a suitor here,, A man that languishes in your displeasure. come? Tell me, Othello. I wonder in my soul, Oth. Pr'ythee, no more: let him come Wherein I mean to touch your love indeed, Oth. [Exit, with EMILIA. Oth. Excellent wretch! Perdition catch my soul, But I do love thee! and when I love thee not, Iago. My noble lord. Oth. What dost thou say, Iago? Iago. Oth. Think, my lord? Think, my lord! By heaven, he echoes me, As if there were some monster in his thought Too hideous to be shown.-Thou dost mean something: [that, I heard thee say but now,-Thou lik'dst not When Cassio left my wife; What did'st not like? And, when I told thee-he was of my counsel In my whole course of wooing, thou cry'dst, Indeed? [ther, And didst contract and purse thy brow togeAs if thou then had'st shut up in thy brain Some horrible conceit: If thou dost love me, Show me thy thought. Iago. My lord, you know I love you. Oth. I think, thou dost: And-for I know thou art full of love and [them breath,And weigh'st thy words before thou giv'st Therefore these stops of thine fright me the honesty, more: For such things, in a false disloyal knave, none ! I think that Cassio is an honest man. and false, As where's that palace, whereinto foul things Sometimes intrude not? who has a breast so But some uncleanly apprehensions [pure, * Courts of Inquiry. Out of his scattering and unsure observance: Oth. Is the immediate jewel of their souls: Oth. By heaven, I'll know thy thought. Nor shall not, whilst 'tis in my custody. Iago. O, beware, my lord, of jealousy It is the green-eyed monster, which doth mock [bliss, The meat it feeds on: That cuckold lives in Iago. Poor, and content, is rich, and rich enough; But riches, fineless, is as poor as winter, Oth. Why? why is this? Think'st thou, I'd make a life of jealousy, To follow still the changes of the moon With fresh suspicions? No: to be once in doubt, [goat, Is-once to be resolved: Exchange me for a When I shall turn the business of my soul To such exsufflicate and blown surmises, Matching thy inference. 'Tis not to make me jealous, [pany, say-my wife is fair, feeds well, loves comIs free of speech, sings, plays, and dances well; To Where virtue is, these are more virtuous §: Nor from mine own weak merits will I draw The smallest fear, or doubt of her revolt; For she had eyes, and chose me: No, Iago; I'll see, before I doubt; when I doubt, prove + Conjectures. Endless, unbounded. "Which makes fair gifts fairer." |