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Der of Venice.

Eraigutio, e senetur.

Tweather Senators

Iratians, Brother to Brabentin

Lodovic, kinsman to Brahestio

Othello, the Meer.

Cain, kis heutenant

Ingo, his ancient

Koderigo, a Venelian geleman.

Montane, Othelle's predecessor in the goverment of Cyprin

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TUSH, ever tell me, I take much tukily,

That thou, lago-who hast bel me

As if the rings were thine,should

fago. Stoo, but you

fever I did dream of such a my Abber me

Rod. The told'st me, hol a

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personal must to make me his hote Of capp to him--and, by the fall of man, know my price, I am gurt no are place: Bet he, as loving his owe pride and purposes, Ender them, with a bombost einumstance Bonibly sull'd with epithets of war: And, lo conclusion, nenalis

My mediators for, certes, says he,
Ibane from chose my

And what was he?

Foroth, a great arithmetician,
One Michael Cassin, a Florentine,
A fellow almost dam'd in a fair wife;
That ever set a squadron in the field,
or the division of battle knows

More than a spinster; unless the bookish theoric,
Wherein the toged coroule can propose
4 masterly as he mere prattle, without practice.
is all his soldierships. But he, sir, had the election:
Aud of whom his eyes had seen the proof,
At Rhodes, at Cyprus; and on other grounds
Christian and heathen-most he be-lee'd and calm'd
Bidebitor, and creditor, this counter-caster
He, in good thee, saust ins lieutenant be,

...ention. (3) Certainly,

(4) For we read life, supposing à

Jude to the denunciation in the Gospel, wo uns you when all men shall speak well of you.

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TUSH, never tell me, I take it much unkindly,
That thou, lago,-who hast had my purse,
As if the strings were thine,-should'st know of this.
Jago. 'Sblood, but you will not hear me:-
If ever I did dream of such a matter,

Abhor me.

Rod. Thou told'st me, thou didst hold him in thy hate.

lago. Despise me, if I do not. Three great ones of the city,

In personal suit to make me his lieutenant,

Of capp'd' to him;-and, by the faith of man,
I know my price, I am worth no worse a place:
But he, as loving his own pride and purposes,
Erades them, with a bombast circumstance,2
Horribly stuff'd with epithets of war;
And, in conclusion, nonsuits

My mediators; for, certes,' says he,
I have already chose my officer.
And what was he?

Forsooth, a great arithmetician,
One Michael Cassio, a Florentine,

A fellow almost damn'd in a fair wife;
That never set a squadron in the field,
Nor the division of a battle knows

More than a spinster; unless the bookish theoric,
Wherein the toged consuls can propose
As masterly as he mere prattle, without practice,
Is all his soldiership. But he, sir, had the election:
And I,-of whom his eyes had seen the proof,
At Rhodes, at Cyprus; and on other grounds
Christian and heathen,-must be be-lee'd and calm'd
By debitor, and creditor, this counter-caster:"
He, in good time, must his lieutenant be,

(1) Saluted.

(2) Circumlocution. (3) Certainly. (4) For wife some read life, supposing it

Herald.

Desdemona, daughter to Brabantio, and wife to Othello.

Emilia, wife to lago.

Bianca, a courtezan, mistress to Cassio.

Officers, Gentlemen, Messengers, Musicians, Sailors, Attendants, &c.

Scene, for the first Act, in Venice; during the rest of the play, at a sea-port in Cyprus.

And I, (God bless the mark!) his Moorship's an

cient.

Rod. By heaven I rather would have been his hangman.

Iago. But there's no remedy, 'tis the curse of service;

Preferment goes by letter, and affection,

Not by the old gradation, where each second
Stood heir to the first. Now, sir, be judge youself
Whether I in any just term am affin'd
To love the Moor.

I

Rod.

I would not follow him then. lago. O, sir, content you; follow him to serve my turn upon him: We cannot all be masters, nor all masters Cannot be truly follow'd. You shall mark Many a duteous and knee-crooking knave, That, doting on his own obsequious bondage, Wears out his time, much like his master's ass, For nought but provender; and, when he's old, cashier'd;

Whip me such honest knaves: Others there are,
Who, trimm'd in forms and visages of duty,
Keep yet their hearts attending on themselves;
And, throwing but shows of service or their lords,
Do well thrive by them, and, when they have lin'd

their coats,

Do themselves homage: these fellows have suma soul;

And such a one do I profess myself.
For, sir,

It is as sure as you are Roderigo,
Were I the Moor, I would not be lago:
In following him, I follow but myself;
Heaven is my judge, not I for love and duty,
But seeming so, for my peculiar end:
For when my outward action doth demonstrate
The native act and figure of my heart
In compliment extern, 'tis not long after
But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve
For daws to peck at: I am not what I am.

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Jude to the denunciation in the Gospel, wo uns you when all men shall speak well of you.

(8) Related.

(9) Outward show of civility.

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