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The Tragedy of Othello, Moor of Venice
Iago complete text
Iago. 'Sblood, but you will not hear me: 1.1.4
If ever I did dream of such a matter, Abhor me. 1.1.5
Iago. Despise me, if I do not. Three great ones of the city, 1.1.7
In personal suit to make me his lieutenant, 1.1.8
Off-capp'd to him: and, by the faith of man, 1.1.9
I know my price, I am worth no worse a place: 1.1.10
But he; as loving his own pride and purposes, 1.1.11
Evades them, with a bombast circumstance 1.1.12
Horribly stuff'd with epithets of war; 1.1.13
And, in conclusion, 1.1.14
Nonsuits my mediators; for, 'Certes,' says he, 1.1.15
'I have already chose my officer.' 1.1.16
And what was he? 1.1.17
Forsooth, a great arithmetician, 1.1.18
One Michael Cassio, a Florentine, 1.1.19
A fellow almost damn'd in a fair wife; 1.1.20
That never set a squadron in the field, 1.1.21
Nor the division of a battle knows 1.1.22
More than a spinster; unless the bookish theoric, 1.1.23
Wherein the toged consuls can propose 1.1.24
As masterly as he: mere prattle, without practise, 1.1.25
Is all his soldiership. But he, sir, had the election: 1.1.26
And I, of whom his eyes had seen the proof 1.1.27
At Rhodes, at Cyprus and on other grounds 1.1.28
Christian and heathen, must be be-lee'd and calm'd 1.1.29
By debitor and creditor: this counter-caster, 1.1.30
He, in good time, must his lieutenant be, 1.1.31
And I--God bless the mark!--his Moorship's ancient. 1.1.32
Iago. Why, there's no remedy; 'tis the curse of service, 1.1.34
Preferment goes by letter and affection, 1.1.35
And not by old gradation, where each second 1.1.36
Stood heir to the first. Now, sir, be judge yourself, 1.1.37
Whether I in any just term am affined 1.1.38
To love the Moor. 1.1.39
Iago. O, sir, content you; 1.1.41
I follow him to serve my turn upon him: 1.1.42
We cannot all be masters, nor all masters 1.1.43
Cannot be truly follow'd. You shall mark 1.1.44
Many a duteous and knee-crooking knave, 1.1.45
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That, doting on his own obsequious bondage, 1.1.46
Wears out his time, much like his master's ass, 1.1.47
For nought but provender, and when he's old, cashier'd: 1.1.48
Whip me such honest knaves. Others there are 1.1.49
Who, trimm'd in forms and visages of duty, 1.1.50
Keep yet their hearts attending on themselves, 1.1.51
And, throwing but shows of service on their lords, 1.1.52
Do well thrive by them and when they have lined 1.1.53
their coats 1.1.54
Do themselves homage: these fellows have some soul; 1.1.55
And such a one do I profess myself. For, sir, 1.1.56
It is as sure as you are Roderigo, 1.1.57
Were I the Moor, I would not be Iago: 1.1.58
In following him, I follow but myself; 1.1.59
Heaven is my judge, not I for love and duty, 1.1.60
But seeming so, for my peculiar end: 1.1.61
For when my outward action doth demonstrate 1.1.62
The native act and figure of my heart 1.1.63
In compliment extern, 'tis not long after 1.1.64
But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve 1.1.65
For daws to peck at: I am not what I am. 1.1.66
Iago. Call up her father, 1.1.69
Rouse him: make after him, poison his delight, 1.1.70
Proclaim him in the streets; incense her kinsmen, 1.1.71
And, though he in a fertile climate dwell, 1.1.72
Plague him with flies: though that his joy be joy, 1.1.73
Yet throw such changes of vexation on't, 1.1.74
As it may lose some colour. 1.1.75
Iago. Do, with like timorous accent and dire yell 1.1.77
As when, by night and negligence, the fire 1.1.78
Is spied in populous cities. 1.1.79
Iago. Awake! what, ho, Brabantio! thieves! thieves! thieves! 1.1.81
Look to your house, your daughter and your bags! 1.1.82
Thieves! thieves! 1.1.83
BRABANTIO appears above, at a window Iago. Are your doors lock'd? 1.1.87
Iago. 'Zounds, sir, you're robb'd; for shame, put on 1.1.89
your gown; 1.1.90
Your heart is burst, you have lost half your soul; 1.1.91
Even now, now, very now, an old black ram 1.1.92
Is topping your white ewe. Arise, arise; 1.1.93
Awake the snorting citizens with the bell, 1.1.94
Or else the devil will make a grandsire of you: 1.1.95
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Arise, I say. 1.1.96
Iago. 'Zounds, sir, you are one of those that will not 1.1.117
serve God, if the devil bid you. Because we come to 1.1.118
do you service and you think we are ruffians, you'll 1.1.119
have your daughter covered with a Barbary horse; 1.1.120
you'll have your nephews neigh to you; you'll have 1.1.121
coursers for cousins and gennets for germans. 1.1.122
Iago. I am one, sir, that comes to tell you your daughter 1.1.124
and the Moor are now making the beast with two backs. 1.1.125
Iago. You are--a senator. 1.1.127
Iago. Farewell; for I must leave you: 1.1.155
It seems not meet, nor wholesome to my place, 1.1.156
To be produced--as, if I stay, I shall-- 1.1.157
Against the Moor: for, I do know, the state, 1.1.158
However this may gall him with some cheque, 1.1.159
Cannot with safety cast him, for he's embark'd 1.1.160
With such loud reason to the Cyprus wars, 1.1.161
Which even now stand in act, that, for their souls, 1.1.162
Another of his fathom they have none, 1.1.163
To lead their business: in which regard, 1.1.164
Though I do hate him as I do hell-pains. 1.1.165
Yet, for necessity of present life, 1.1.166
I must show out a flag and sign of love, 1.1.167
Which is indeed but sign. That you shall surely find him, 1.1.168
Lead to the Sagittary the raised search; 1.1.169
And there will I be with him. So, farewell. 1.1.170
Exit
Enter, below, BRABANTIO, and Servants with torches Iago. Though in the trade of war I have slain men, 1.2.1
Yet do I hold it very stuff o' the conscience 1.2.2
To do no contrived murder: I lack iniquity 1.2.3
Sometimes to do me service: nine or ten times 1.2.4
I had thought to have yerk'd him here under the ribs. 1.2.5
Iago. Nay, but he prated, 1.2.7
And spoke such scurvy and provoking terms 1.2.8
Against your honour 1.2.9
That, with the little godliness I have, 1.2.10
I did full hard forbear him. But, I pray you, sir, 1.2.11
Are you fast married? Be assured of this, 1.2.12
That the magnifico is much beloved, 1.2.13
And hath in his effect a voice potential 1.2.14
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As double as the duke's: he will divorce you; 1.2.15
Or put upon you what restraint and grievance 1.2.16
The law, with all his might to enforce it on, 1.2.17
Will give him cable. 1.2.18
Iago. Those are the raised father and his friends: 1.2.31
You were best go in. 1.2.32
Iago. By Janus, I think no. 1.2.36
Enter CASSIO, and certain Officers with torches Iago. 'Faith, he to-night hath boarded a land carack: 1.2.58
If it prove lawful prize, he's made for ever. 1.2.59
Iago. He's married. 1.2.61
Iago. Marry, to--Come, captain, will you go? 1.2.63
Iago. It is Brabantio. General, be advised; 1.2.66
He comes to bad intent. 1.2.67
Enter BRABANTIO, RODERIGO, and Officers with torches
and weapons Iago. You, Roderigo! come, sir, I am for you. 1.2.71
Iago. What say'st thou, noble heart? 1.3.326
Iago. Why, go to bed, and sleep. 1.3.328
Iago. If thou dost, I shall never love thee after. Why, 1.3.330
thou silly gentleman! 1.3.331
Iago. O villainous! I have looked upon the world for four 1.3.334
times seven years; and since I could distinguish 1.3.335
betwixt a benefit and an injury, I never found man 1.3.336
that knew how to love himself. Ere I would say, I 1.3.337
would drown myself for the love of a guinea-hen, I 1.3.338
would change my humanity with a baboon. 1.3.339
Iago. Virtue! a fig! 'tis in ourselves that we are thus 1.3.342
or thus. Our bodies are our gardens, to the which 1.3.343
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our wills are gardeners: so that if we will plant 1.3.344
nettles, or sow lettuce, set hyssop and weed up 1.3.345
thyme, supply it with one gender of herbs, or 1.3.346
distract it with many, either to have it sterile 1.3.347
with idleness, or manured with industry, why, the 1.3.348
power and corrigible authority of this lies in our 1.3.349
wills. If the balance of our lives had not one 1.3.350
scale of reason to poise another of sensuality, the 1.3.351
blood and baseness of our natures would conduct us 1.3.352
to most preposterous conclusions: but we have 1.3.353
reason to cool our raging motions, our carnal 1.3.354
stings, our unbitted lusts, whereof I take this that 1.3.355
you call love to be a sect or scion. 1.3.356
Iago. It is merely a lust of the blood and a permission of 1.3.358
the will. Come, be a man. Drown thyself! drown 1.3.359
cats and blind puppies. I have professed me thy 1.3.360
friend and I confess me knit to thy deserving with 1.3.361
cables of perdurable toughness; I could never 1.3.362
better stead thee than now. Put money in thy 1.3.363
purse; follow thou the wars; defeat thy favour with 1.3.364
an usurped beard; I say, put money in thy purse. It 1.3.365
cannot be that Desdemona should long continue her 1.3.366
love to the Moor,-- put money in thy purse,--nor he 1.3.367
his to her: it was a violent commencement, and thou 1.3.368
shalt see an answerable sequestration:--put but 1.3.369
money in thy purse. These Moors are changeable in 1.3.370
their wills: fill thy purse with money:--the food 1.3.371
that to him now is as luscious as locusts, shall be 1.3.372
to him shortly as bitter as coloquintida. She must 1.3.373
change for youth: when she is sated with his body, 1.3.374
she will find the error of her choice: she must 1.3.375
have change, she must: therefore put money in thy 1.3.376
purse. If thou wilt needs damn thyself, do it a 1.3.377
more delicate way than drowning. Make all the money 1.3.378
thou canst: if sanctimony and a frail vow betwixt 1.3.379
an erring barbarian and a supersubtle Venetian not 1.3.380
too hard for my wits and all the tribe of hell, thou 1.3.381
shalt enjoy her; therefore make money. A pox of 1.3.382
drowning thyself! it is clean out of the way: seek 1.3.383
thou rather to be hanged in compassing thy joy than 1.3.384
to be drowned and go without her. 1.3.385
Iago. Thou art sure of me:--go, make money:--I have told 1.3.388
thee often, and I re-tell thee again and again, I 1.3.389
hate the Moor: my cause is hearted; thine hath no 1.3.390
less reason. Let us be conjunctive in our revenge 1.3.391
against him: if thou canst cuckold him, thou dost 1.3.392
thyself a pleasure, me a sport. There are many 1.3.393
events in the womb of time which will be delivered. 1.3.394
Traverse! go, provide thy money. We will have more 1.3.395
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of this to-morrow. Adieu. 1.3.396
Iago. At my lodging. 1.3.398
Iago. Go to; farewell. Do you hear, Roderigo? 1.3.400
Iago. No more of drowning, do you hear? 1.3.402
Iago. Thus do I ever make my fool my purse: 1.3.404
For I mine own gain'd knowledge should profane, 1.3.405
If I would time expend with such a snipe. 1.3.406
But for my sport and profit. I hate the Moor: 1.3.407
And it is thought abroad, that 'twixt my sheets 1.3.408
He has done my office: I know not if't be true; 1.3.409
But I, for mere suspicion in that kind, 1.3.410
Will do as if for surety. He holds me well; 1.3.411
The better shall my purpose work on him. 1.3.412
Cassio's a proper man: let me see now: 1.3.413
To get his place and to plume up my will 1.3.414
In double knavery--How, how? Let's see:-- 1.3.415
After some time, to abuse Othello's ear 1.3.416
That he is too familiar with his wife. 1.3.417
He hath a person and a smooth dispose 1.3.418
To be suspected, framed to make women false. 1.3.419
The Moor is of a free and open nature, 1.3.420
That thinks men honest that but seem to be so, 1.3.421
And will as tenderly be led by the nose 1.3.422
As asses are. 1.3.423
I have't. It is engender'd. Hell and night 1.3.424
Must bring this monstrous birth to the world's light. 1.3.425
Exit Iago. Sir, would she give you so much of her lips 2.1.111
As of her tongue she oft bestows on me, 2.1.112
You'll have enough. 2.1.113
Iago. In faith, too much; 2.1.115
I find it still, when I have list to sleep: 2.1.116
Marry, before your ladyship, I grant, 2.1.117
She puts her tongue a little in her heart, 2.1.118
And chides with thinking. 2.1.119
Iago. Come on, come on; you are pictures out of doors, 2.1.121
Bells in your parlors, wild-cats in your kitchens, 2.1.122
Saints m your injuries, devils being offended, 2.1.123
Players in your housewifery, and housewives' in your beds. 2.1.124
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Iago. Nay, it is true, or else I am a Turk: 2.1.126
You rise to play and go to bed to work. 2.1.127
Iago. No, let me not. 2.1.129
Iago. O gentle lady, do not put me to't; 2.1.132
For I am nothing, if not critical. 2.1.133
Iago. Ay, madam. 2.1.135
Iago. I am about it; but indeed my invention 2.1.139
Comes from my pate as birdlime does from frize; 2.1.140
It plucks out brains and all: but my Muse labours, 2.1.141
And thus she is deliver'd. 2.1.142
If she be fair and wise, fairness and wit, 2.1.143
The one's for use, the other useth it. 2.1.144
Iago. If she be black, and thereto have a wit, 2.1.146
She'll find a white that shall her blackness fit. 2.1.147
Iago. She never yet was foolish that was fair; 2.1.150
For even her folly help'd her to an heir. 2.1.151
Iago. There's none so foul and foolish thereunto, 2.1.155
But does foul pranks which fair and wise ones do. 2.1.156
Iago. She that was ever fair and never proud, 2.1.161
Had tongue at will and yet was never loud, 2.1.162
Never lack'd gold and yet went never gay, 2.1.163
Fled from her wish and yet said 'Now I may,' 2.1.164
She that being anger'd, her revenge being nigh, 2.1.165
Bade her wrong stay and her displeasure fly, 2.1.166
She that in wisdom never was so frail 2.1.167
To change the cod's head for the salmon's tail; 2.1.168
She that could think and ne'er disclose her mind, 2.1.169
See suitors following and not look behind, 2.1.170
She was a wight, if ever such wight were,-- 2.1.171
Iago. To suckle fools and chronicle small beer. 2.1.173
Iago. [Aside] He takes her by the palm: ay, well said, 2.1.180
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whisper: with as little a web as this will I 2.1.181
ensnare as great a fly as Cassio. Ay, smile upon 2.1.182
her, do; I will gyve thee in thine own courtship. 2.1.183
You say true; 'tis so, indeed: if such tricks as 2.1.184
these strip you out of your lieutenantry, it had 2.1.185
been better you had not kissed your three fingers so 2.1.186
oft, which now again you are most apt to play the 2.1.187
sir in. Very good; well kissed! an excellent 2.1.188
courtesy! 'tis so, indeed. Yet again your fingers 2.1.189
to your lips? would they were clyster-pipes for your sake! 2.1.190
Trumpet within The Moor! I know his trumpet. 2.1.191
Iago. [Aside] O, you are well tuned now! 2.1.216
But I'll set down the pegs that make this music, 2.1.217
As honest as I am. 2.1.218
Iago. Do thou meet me presently at the harbour. Come 2.1.232
hither. If thou be'st valiant,-- as, they say, base 2.1.233
men being in love have then a nobility in their 2.1.234
natures more than is native to them--list me. The 2.1.235
lieutenant tonight watches on the court of 2.1.236
guard:--first, I must tell thee this--Desdemona is 2.1.237
directly in love with him. 2.1.238
Iago. Lay thy finger thus, and let thy soul be instructed. 2.1.240
Mark me with what violence she first loved the Moor, 2.1.241
but for bragging and telling her fantastical lies: 2.1.242
and will she love him still for prating? let not 2.1.243
thy discreet heart think it. Her eye must be fed; 2.1.244
and what delight shall she have to look on the 2.1.245
devil? When the blood is made dull with the act of 2.1.246
sport, there should be, again to inflame it and to 2.1.247
give satiety a fresh appetite, loveliness in favour, 2.1.248
sympathy in years, manners and beauties; all which 2.1.249
the Moor is defective in: now, for want of these 2.1.250
required conveniences, her delicate tenderness will 2.1.251
find itself abused, begin to heave the gorge, 2.1.252
disrelish and abhor the Moor; very nature will 2.1.253
instruct her in it and compel her to some second 2.1.254
choice. Now, sir, this granted,--as it is a most 2.1.255
pregnant and unforced position--who stands so 2.1.256
eminent in the degree of this fortune as Cassio 2.1.257
does? a knave very voluble; no further 2.1.258
conscionable than in putting on the mere form of 2.1.259
civil and humane seeming, for the better compassing 2.1.260
of his salt and most hidden loose affection? why, 2.1.261
none; why, none: a slipper and subtle knave, a 2.1.262
finder of occasions, that has an eye can stamp and 2.1.263
counterfeit advantages, though true advantage never 2.1.264
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present itself; a devilish knave. Besides, the 2.1.265
knave is handsome, young, and hath all those 2.1.266
requisites in him that folly and green minds look 2.1.267
after: a pestilent complete knave; and the woman 2.1.268
hath found him already. 2.1.269
Iago. Blessed fig's-end! the wine she drinks is made of 2.1.272
grapes: if she had been blessed, she would never 2.1.273
have loved the Moor. Blessed pudding! Didst thou 2.1.274
not see her paddle with the palm of his hand? didst 2.1.275
not mark that? 2.1.276
Iago. Lechery, by this hand; an index and obscure prologue 2.1.278
to the history of lust and foul thoughts. They met 2.1.279
so near with their lips that their breaths embraced 2.1.280
together. Villanous thoughts, Roderigo! when these 2.1.281
mutualities so marshal the way, hard at hand comes 2.1.282
the master and main exercise, the incorporate 2.1.283
conclusion, Pish! But, sir, be you ruled by me: I 2.1.284
have brought you from Venice. Watch you to-night; 2.1.285
for the command, I'll lay't upon you. Cassio knows 2.1.286
you not. I'll not be far from you: do you find 2.1.287
some occasion to anger Cassio, either by speaking 2.1.288
too loud, or tainting his discipline; or from what 2.1.289
other course you please, which the time shall more 2.1.290
favourably minister. 2.1.291
Iago. Sir, he is rash and very sudden in choler, and haply 2.1.293
may strike at you: provoke him, that he may; for 2.1.294
even out of that will I cause these of Cyprus to 2.1.295
mutiny; whose qualification shall come into no true 2.1.296
taste again but by the displanting of Cassio. So 2.1.297
shall you have a shorter journey to your desires by 2.1.298
the means I shall then have to prefer them; and the 2.1.299
impediment most profitably removed, without the 2.1.300
which there were no expectation of our prosperity. 2.1.301
Iago. I warrant thee. Meet me by and by at the citadel: 2.1.304
I must fetch his necessaries ashore. Farewell. 2.1.305
Iago. That Cassio loves her, I do well believe it; 2.1.307
That she loves him, 'tis apt and of great credit: 2.1.308
The Moor, howbeit that I endure him not, 2.1.309
Is of a constant, loving, noble nature, 2.1.310
And I dare think he'll prove to Desdemona 2.1.311
A most dear husband. Now, I do love her too; 2.1.312
Not out of absolute lust, though peradventure 2.1.313
I stand accountant for as great a sin, 2.1.314
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But partly led to diet my revenge, 2.1.315
For that I do suspect the lusty Moor 2.1.316
Hath leap'd into my seat; the thought whereof 2.1.317
Doth, like a poisonous mineral, gnaw my inwards; 2.1.318
And nothing can or shall content my soul 2.1.319
Till I am even'd with him, wife for wife, 2.1.320
Or failing so, yet that I put the Moor 2.1.321
At least into a jealousy so strong 2.1.322
That judgment cannot cure. Which thing to do, 2.1.323
If this poor trash of Venice, whom I trash 2.1.324
For his quick hunting, stand the putting on, 2.1.325
I'll have our Michael Cassio on the hip, 2.1.326
Abuse him to the Moor in the rank garb-- 2.1.327
For I fear Cassio with my night-cap too-- 2.1.328
Make the Moor thank me, love me and reward me. 2.1.329
For making him egregiously an ass 2.1.330
And practising upon his peace and quiet 2.1.331
Even to madness. 'Tis here, but yet confused: 2.1.332
Knavery's plain face is never seen tin used. 2.1.333
Exit Iago. Not this hour, lieutenant; 'tis not yet ten o' the 2.3.15
clock. Our general cast us thus early for the love 2.3.16
of his Desdemona; who let us not therefore blame: 2.3.17
he hath not yet made wanton the night with her; and 2.3.18
she is sport for Jove. 2.3.19
Iago. And, I'll warrant her, fun of game. 2.3.21
Iago. What an eye she has! methinks it sounds a parley of 2.3.23
provocation. 2.3.24
Iago. And when she speaks, is it not an alarum to love? 2.3.26
Iago. Well, happiness to their sheets! Come, lieutenant, I 2.3.28
have a stoup of wine; and here without are a brace 2.3.29
of Cyprus gallants that would fain have a measure to 2.3.30
the health of black Othello. 2.3.31
Iago. O, they are our friends; but one cup: I'll drink for 2.3.36
you. 2.3.37
Iago. What, man! 'tis a night of revels: the gallants 2.3.42
desire it. 2.3.43
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Iago. Here at the door; I pray you, call them in. 2.3.45
Iago. If I can fasten but one cup upon him, 2.3.47
With that which he hath drunk to-night already, 2.3.48
He'll be as full of quarrel and offence 2.3.49
As my young mistress' dog. Now, my sick fool Roderigo, 2.3.50
Whom love hath turn'd almost the wrong side out, 2.3.51
To Desdemona hath to-night caroused 2.3.52
Potations pottle-deep; and he's to watch: 2.3.53
Three lads of Cyprus, noble swelling spirits, 2.3.54
That hold their honours in a wary distance, 2.3.55
The very elements of this warlike isle, 2.3.56
Have I to-night fluster'd with flowing cups, 2.3.57
And they watch too. Now, 'mongst this flock of drunkards, 2.3.58
Am I to put our Cassio in some action 2.3.59
That may offend the isle.--But here they come: 2.3.60
If consequence do but approve my dream, 2.3.61
My boat sails freely, both with wind and stream. 2.3.62
Re-enter CASSIO; with him MONTANO and Gentlemen; servants following with wine
Iago. Some wine, ho! 2.3.66
Sings And let me the canakin clink, clink; 2.3.67
And let me the canakin clink 2.3.68
A soldier's a man; 2.3.69
A life's but a span; 2.3.70
Why, then, let a soldier drink. 2.3.71
Some wine, boys! 2.3.72
Iago. I learned it in England, where, indeed, they are 2.3.74
most potent in potting: your Dane, your German, and 2.3.75
your swag-bellied Hollander--Drink, ho!--are nothing 2.3.76
to your English. 2.3.77
Iago. Why, he drinks you, with facility, your Dane dead 2.3.79
drunk; he sweats not to overthrow your Almain; he 2.3.80
gives your Hollander a vomit, ere the next pottle 2.3.81
can be filled. 2.3.82
Iago. O sweet England! 2.3.85
King Stephen was a worthy peer, 2.3.86
His breeches cost him but a crown; 2.3.87
He held them sixpence all too dear, 2.3.88
With that he call'd the tailor lown. 2.3.89
He was a wight of high renown, 2.3.90
And thou art but of low degree: 2.3.91
'Tis pride that pulls the country down; 2.3.92
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Then take thine auld cloak about thee. 2.3.93
Some wine, ho! 2.3.94
Iago. Will you hear't again? 2.3.96
Iago. It's true, good lieutenant. 2.3.100
Iago. And so do I too, lieutenant. 2.3.103
Iago. You see this fellow that is gone before; 2.3.115
He is a soldier fit to stand by Caesar 2.3.116
And give direction: and do but see his vice; 2.3.117
'Tis to his virtue a just equinox, 2.3.118
The one as long as the other: 'tis pity of him. 2.3.119
I fear the trust Othello puts him in. 2.3.120
On some odd time of his infirmity, 2.3.121
Will shake this island. 2.3.122
Iago. 'Tis evermore the prologue to his sleep: 2.3.124
He'll watch the horologe a double set, 2.3.125
If drink rock not his cradle. 2.3.126
Iago. [Aside to him] How now, Roderigo! 2.3.132
I pray you, after the lieutenant; go. 2.3.133
Exit RODERIGO Iago. Not I, for this fair island: 2.3.139
I do love Cassio well; and would do much 2.3.140
To cure him of this evil--But, hark! what noise? 2.3.141
Cry within: 'Help! help!'
Re-enter CASSIO, driving in RODERIGO Iago. [Aside to RODERIGO] Away, I say; go out, and cry a mutiny. 2.3.155
Exit RODERIGO Nay, good lieutenant,--alas, gentlemen;-- 2.3.156
Help, ho!--Lieutenant,--sir,--Montano,--sir; 2.3.157
Help, masters!--Here's a goodly watch indeed! 2.3.158
Bell rings Who's that which rings the bell?--Diablo, ho! 2.3.159
The town will rise: God's will, lieutenant, hold! 2.3.160
You will be shamed for ever. 2.3.161
Re-enter OTHELLO and Attendants Iago. Hold, ho! Lieutenant,--sir--Montano,--gentlemen,-- 2.3.165
2.3.166
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Have you forgot all sense of place and duty? Hold! the general speaks to you; hold, hold, for shame! 2.3.167
Iago. I do not know: friends all but now, even now, 2.3.178
In quarter, and in terms like bride and groom 2.3.179
Devesting them for bed; and then, but now-- 2.3.180
As if some planet had unwitted men-- 2.3.181
Swords out, and tilting one at other's breast, 2.3.182
In opposition bloody. I cannot speak 2.3.183
Any beginning to this peevish odds; 2.3.184
And would in action glorious I had lost 2.3.185
Those legs that brought me to a part of it! 2.3.186
Iago. Touch me not so near: 2.3.222
I had rather have this tongue cut from my mouth 2.3.223
Than it should do offence to Michael Cassio; 2.3.224
Yet, I persuade myself, to speak the truth 2.3.225
Shall nothing wrong him. Thus it is, general. 2.3.226
Montano and myself being in speech, 2.3.227
There comes a fellow crying out for help: 2.3.228
And Cassio following him with determined sword, 2.3.229
To execute upon him. Sir, this gentleman 2.3.230
Steps in to Cassio, and entreats his pause: 2.3.231
Myself the crying fellow did pursue, 2.3.232
Lest by his clamour--as it so fell out-- 2.3.233
The town might fall in fright: he, swift of foot, 2.3.234
Outran my purpose; and I return'd the rather 2.3.235
For that I heard the clink and fall of swords, 2.3.236
And Cassio high in oath; which till to-night 2.3.237
I ne'er might say before. When I came back-- 2.3.238
For this was brief--I found them close together, 2.3.239
At blow and thrust; even as again they were 2.3.240
When you yourself did part them. 2.3.241
More of this matter cannot I report: 2.3.242
But men are men; the best sometimes forget: 2.3.243
Though Cassio did some little wrong to him, 2.3.244
As men in rage strike those that wish them best, 2.3.245
Yet surely Cassio, I believe, received 2.3.246
From him that fled some strange indignity, 2.3.247
Which patience could not pass. 2.3.248
Iago. What, are you hurt, lieutenant? 2.3.263
Iago. Marry, heaven forbid! 2.3.265
Iago. As I am an honest man, I thought you had received 2.3.270
some bodily wound; there is more sense in that than 2.3.271
in reputation. Reputation is an idle and most false 2.3.272
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imposition: oft got without merit, and lost without 2.3.273
deserving: you have lost no reputation at all, 2.3.274
unless you repute yourself such a loser. What, man! 2.3.275
there are ways to recover the general again: you 2.3.276
are but now cast in his mood, a punishment more in 2.3.277
policy than in malice, even so as one would beat his 2.3.278
offenceless dog to affright an imperious lion: sue 2.3.279
to him again, and he's yours. 2.3.280
Iago. What was he that you followed with your sword? What 2.3.288
had he done to you? 2.3.289
Iago. Is't possible? 2.3.291
Iago. Why, but you are now well enough: how came you thus 2.3.297
recovered? 2.3.298
Iago. Come, you are too severe a moraler: as the time, 2.3.302
the place, and the condition of this country 2.3.303
stands, I could heartily wish this had not befallen; 2.3.304
but, since it is as it is, mend it for your own good. 2.3.305
Iago. Come, come, good wine is a good familiar creature, 2.3.312
if it be well used: exclaim no more against it. 2.3.313
And, good lieutenant, I think you think I love you. 2.3.314
Iago. You or any man living may be drunk! at a time, man. 2.3.316
I'll tell you what you shall do. Our general's wife 2.3.317
is now the general: may say so in this respect, for 2.3.318
that he hath devoted and given up himself to the 2.3.319
contemplation, mark, and denotement of her parts and 2.3.320
graces: confess yourself freely to her; importune 2.3.321
her help to put you in your place again: she is of 2.3.322
so free, so kind, so apt, so blessed a disposition, 2.3.323
she holds it a vice in her goodness not to do more 2.3.324
than she is requested: this broken joint between 2.3.325
you and her husband entreat her to splinter; and, my 2.3.326
fortunes against any lay worth naming, this 2.3.327
crack of your love shall grow stronger than it was before. 2.3.328
Iago. I protest, in the sincerity of love and honest kindness. 2.3.330
Iago. You are in the right. Good night, lieutenant; I 2.3.334
must to the watch. 2.3.335
CASSIO: Good night, honest Iago. 2.3.336
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Exit Iago. And what's he then that says I play the villain? 2.3.337
When this advice is free I give and honest, 2.3.338
Probal to thinking and indeed the course 2.3.339
To win the Moor again? For 'tis most easy 2.3.340
The inclining Desdemona to subdue 2.3.341
In any honest suit: she's framed as fruitful 2.3.342
As the free elements. And then for her 2.3.343
To win the Moor--were't to renounce his baptism, 2.3.344
All seals and symbols of redeemed sin, 2.3.345
His soul is so enfetter'd to her love, 2.3.346
That she may make, unmake, do what she list, 2.3.347
Even as her appetite shall play the god 2.3.348
With his weak function. How am I then a villain 2.3.349
To counsel Cassio to this parallel course, 2.3.350
Directly to his good? Divinity of hell! 2.3.351
When devils will the blackest sins put on, 2.3.352
They do suggest at first with heavenly shows, 2.3.353
As I do now: for whiles this honest fool 2.3.354
Plies Desdemona to repair his fortunes 2.3.355
And she for him pleads strongly to the Moor, 2.3.356
I'll pour this pestilence into his ear, 2.3.357
That she repeals him for her body's lust; 2.3.358
And by how much she strives to do him good, 2.3.359
She shall undo her credit with the Moor. 2.3.360
So will I turn her virtue into pitch, 2.3.361
And out of her own goodness make the net 2.3.362
That shall enmesh them all. 2.3.363
Re-enter RODERIGO How now, Roderigo! 2.3.364
Iago. How poor are they that have not patience! 2.3.371
What wound did ever heal but by degrees? 2.3.372
Thou know'st we work by wit, and not by witchcraft; 2.3.373
And wit depends on dilatory time. 2.3.374
Does't not go well? Cassio hath beaten thee. 2.3.375
And thou, by that small hurt, hast cashier'd Cassio: 2.3.376
Though other things grow fair against the sun, 2.3.377
Yet fruits that blossom first will first be ripe: 2.3.378
Content thyself awhile. By the mass, 'tis morning; 2.3.379
Pleasure and action make the hours seem short. 2.3.380
Retire thee; go where thou art billeted: 2.3.381
Away, I say; thou shalt know more hereafter: 2.3.382
Nay, get thee gone. 2.3.383
Exit RODERIGO Two things are to be done: 2.3.384
My wife must move for Cassio to her mistress; 2.3.385
I'll set her on; 2.3.386
Myself the while to draw the Moor apart, 2.3.387
And bring him jump when he may Cassio find 2.3.388
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Soliciting his wife: ay, that's the way 2.3.389
Dull not device by coldness and delay. 2.3.390
Exit Iago. You have not been a-bed, then? 3.1.32
Iago. I'll send her to you presently; 3.1.38
And I'll devise a mean to draw the Moor 3.1.39
Out of the way, that your converse and business 3.1.40
May be more free. 3.1.41
Iago. Well, my good lord, I'll do't. 3.2.5
Iago. Ha! I like not that. 3.3.37
Iago. Nothing, my lord: or if--I know not what. 3.3.39
Iago. Cassio, my lord! No, sure, I cannot think it, 3.3.41
That he would steal away so guilty-like, 3.3.42
Seeing you coming. 3.3.43
Iago. My noble lord-- 3.3.103
Iago. Did Michael Cassio, when you woo'd my lady, 3.3.105
Know of your love? 3.3.106
Iago. But for a satisfaction of my thought; 3.3.108
No further harm. 3.3.109
Iago. I did not think he had been acquainted with her. 3.3.111
Iago. Indeed! 3.3.113
Iago. Honest, my lord! 3.3.116
Iago. My lord, for aught I know. 3.3.118
Iago. Think, my lord! 3.3.120
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Iago. My lord, you know I love you. 3.3.133
Iago. For Michael Cassio, 3.3.142
I dare be sworn I think that he is honest. 3.3.143
Iago. Men should be what they seem; 3.3.145
Or those that be not, would they might seem none! 3.3.146
Iago. Why, then, I think Cassio's an honest man. 3.3.148
Iago. Good my lord, pardon me: 3.3.153
Though I am bound to every act of duty, 3.3.154
I am not bound to that all slaves are free to. 3.3.155
Utter my thoughts? Why, say they are vile and false; 3.3.156
As where's that palace whereinto foul things 3.3.157
Sometimes intrude not? who has a breast so pure, 3.3.158
But some uncleanly apprehensions 3.3.159
Keep leets and law-days and in session sit 3.3.160
With meditations lawful? 3.3.161
Iago. I do beseech you-- 3.3.165
Though I perchance am vicious in my guess, 3.3.166
As, I confess, it is my nature's plague 3.3.167
To spy into abuses, and oft my jealousy 3.3.168
Shapes faults that are not--that your wisdom yet, 3.3.169
From one that so imperfectly conceits, 3.3.170
Would take no notice, nor build yourself a trouble 3.3.171
Out of his scattering and unsure observance. 3.3.172
It were not for your quiet nor your good, 3.3.173
Nor for my manhood, honesty, or wisdom, 3.3.174
To let you know my thoughts. 3.3.175
Iago. Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, 3.3.177
Is the immediate jewel of their souls: 3.3.178
Who steals my purse steals trash; 'tis something, nothing; 3.3.179
'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands: 3.3.180
But he that filches from me my good name 3.3.181
Robs me of that which not enriches him 3.3.182
And makes me poor indeed. 3.3.183
Iago. You cannot, if my heart were in your hand; 3.3.185
Nor shall not, whilst 'tis in my custody. 3.3.186
Iago. O, beware, my lord, of jealousy; 3.3.188
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It is the green-eyed monster which doth mock 3.3.189
The meat it feeds on; that cuckold lives in bliss 3.3.190
Who, certain of his fate, loves not his wronger; 3.3.191
But, O, what damned minutes tells he o'er 3.3.192
Who dotes, yet doubts, suspects, yet strongly loves! 3.3.193
Iago. Poor and content is rich and rich enough, 3.3.195
But riches fineless is as poor as winter 3.3.196
To him that ever fears he shall be poor. 3.3.197
Good heaven, the souls of all my tribe defend 3.3.198
From jealousy! 3.3.199
Iago. I am glad of it; for now I shall have reason 3.3.217
To show the love and duty that I bear you 3.3.218
With franker spirit: therefore, as I am bound, 3.3.219
Receive it from me. I speak not yet of proof. 3.3.220
Look to your wife; observe her well with Cassio; 3.3.221
Wear your eye thus, not jealous nor secure: 3.3.222
I would not have your free and noble nature, 3.3.223
Out of self-bounty, be abused; look to't: 3.3.224
I know our country disposition well; 3.3.225
In Venice they do let heaven see the pranks 3.3.226
They dare not show their husbands; their best conscience 3.3.227
Is not to leave't undone, but keep't unknown. 3.3.228
Iago. She did deceive her father, marrying you; 3.3.230
And when she seem'd to shake and fear your looks, 3.3.231
She loved them most. 3.3.232
Iago. Why, go to then; 3.3.234
She that, so young, could give out such a seeming, 3.3.235
To seal her father's eyes up close as oak- 3.3.236
He thought 'twas witchcraft--but I am much to blame; 3.3.237
I humbly do beseech you of your pardon 3.3.238
For too much loving you. 3.3.239
Iago. I see this hath a little dash'd your spirits. 3.3.241
Iago. I' faith, I fear it has. 3.3.243
I hope you will consider what is spoke 3.3.244
Comes from my love. But I do see you're moved: 3.3.245
I am to pray you not to strain my speech 3.3.246
To grosser issues nor to larger reach 3.3.247
Than to suspicion. 3.3.248
Iago. Should you do so, my lord, 3.3.250
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My speech should fall into such vile success 3.3.251
As my thoughts aim not at. Cassio's my worthy friend-- 3.3.252
My lord, I see you're moved. 3.3.253
Iago. Long live she so! and long live you to think so! 3.3.256
Iago. Ay, there's the point: as--to be bold with you-- 3.3.258
Not to affect many proposed matches 3.3.259
Of her own clime, complexion, and degree, 3.3.260
Whereto we see in all things nature tends-- 3.3.261
Foh! one may smell in such a will most rank, 3.3.262
Foul disproportion thoughts unnatural. 3.3.263
But pardon me; I do not in position 3.3.264
Distinctly speak of her; though I may fear 3.3.265
Her will, recoiling to her better judgment, 3.3.266
May fall to match you with her country forms 3.3.267
And happily repent. 3.3.268
Iago [Going] My lord, I take my leave. 3.3.272
Iago. [Returning] My lord, I would I might entreat 3.3.275
your honour 3.3.276
To scan this thing no further; leave it to time: 3.3.277
Though it be fit that Cassio have his place, 3.3.278
For sure, he fills it up with great ability, 3.3.279
Yet, if you please to hold him off awhile, 3.3.280
You shall by that perceive him and his means: 3.3.281
Note, if your lady strain his entertainment 3.3.282
With any strong or vehement importunity; 3.3.283
Much will be seen in that. In the mean time, 3.3.284
Let me be thought too busy in my fears-- 3.3.285
As worthy cause I have to fear I am-- 3.3.286
And hold her free, I do beseech your honour. 3.3.287
Iago. I once more take my leave. 3.3.289
Exit Iago. How now! what do you here alone? 3.3.335
Iago. A thing for me? it is a common thing-- 3.3.337
Iago. To have a foolish wife. 3.3.339
Iago. What handkerchief? 3.3.342
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Iago. Hast stol'n it from her? 3.3.346
Iago. A good wench; give it me. 3.3.350
Iago. [Snatching it] Why, what's that to you? 3.3.354
Iago. Be not acknown on 't; I have use for it. 3.3.358
Go, leave me. 3.3.359
Exit EMILIA I will in Cassio's lodging lose this napkin, 3.3.360
And let him find it. Trifles light as air 3.3.361
Are to the jealous confirmations strong 3.3.362
As proofs of holy writ: this may do something. 3.3.363
The Moor already changes with my poison: 3.3.364
Dangerous conceits are, in their natures, poisons. 3.3.365
Which at the first are scarce found to distaste, 3.3.366
But with a little act upon the blood. 3.3.367
Burn like the mines of Sulphur. I did say so: 3.3.368
Look, where he comes! 3.3.369
Re-enter OTHELLO Not poppy, nor mandragora, 3.3.370
Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world, 3.3.371
Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep 3.3.372
Which thou owedst yesterday. 3.3.373
Iago. Why, how now, general! no more of that. 3.3.375
Iago. How now, my lord! 3.3.379
Iago. I am sorry to hear this. 3.3.386
Iago. Is't possible, my lord? 3.3.400
Iago. Is't come to this? 3.3.406
Iago. My noble lord,-- 3.3.410
Iago. O grace! O heaven forgive me! 3.3.417
Are you a man? have you a soul or sense? 3.3.418
God be wi' you; take mine office. O wretched fool. 3.3.419
That livest to make thine honesty a vice! 3.3.420
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O monstrous world! Take note, take note, O world, 3.3.421
To be direct and honest is not safe. 3.3.422
I thank you for this profit; and from hence 3.3.423
I'll love no friend, sith love breeds such offence. 3.3.424
Iago. I should be wise, for honesty's a fool 3.3.426
And loses that it works for. 3.3.427
Iago. I see, sir, you are eaten up with passion: 3.3.436
I do repent me that I put it to you. 3.3.437
You would be satisfied? 3.3.438
Iago. And may: but, how? how satisfied, my lord? 3.3.440
Would you, the supervisor, grossly gape on-- 3.3.441
Behold her topp'd? 3.3.442
Iago. It were a tedious difficulty, I think, 3.3.444
To bring them to that prospect: damn them then, 3.3.445
If ever mortal eyes do see them bolster 3.3.446
More than their own! What then? how then? 3.3.447
What shall I say? Where's satisfaction? 3.3.448
It is impossible you should see this, 3.3.449
Were they as prime as goats, as hot as monkeys, 3.3.450
As salt as wolves in pride, and fools as gross 3.3.451
As ignorance made drunk. But yet, I say, 3.3.452
If imputation and strong circumstances, 3.3.453
Which lead directly to the door of truth, 3.3.454
Will give you satisfaction, you may have't. 3.3.455
Iago. I do not like the office: 3.3.457
But, sith I am enter'd in this cause so far, 3.3.458
Prick'd to't by foolish honesty and love, 3.3.459
I will go on. I lay with Cassio lately; 3.3.460
And, being troubled with a raging tooth, 3.3.461
I could not sleep. 3.3.462
There are a kind of men so loose of soul, 3.3.463
That in their sleeps will mutter their affairs: 3.3.464
One of this kind is Cassio: 3.3.465
In sleep I heard him say 'Sweet Desdemona, 3.3.466
Let us be wary, let us hide our loves;' 3.3.467
And then, sir, would he gripe and wring my hand, 3.3.468
Cry 'O sweet creature!' and then kiss me hard, 3.3.469
As if he pluck'd up kisses by the roots 3.3.470
That grew upon my lips: then laid his leg 3.3.471
Over my thigh, and sigh'd, and kiss'd; and then 3.3.472
Cried 'Cursed fate that gave thee to the Moor!' 3.3.473
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Iago. Nay, this was but his dream. 3.3.475
Iago. And this may help to thicken other proofs 3.3.478
That do demonstrate thinly. 3.3.479
Iago. Nay, but be wise: yet we see nothing done; 3.3.481
She may be honest yet. Tell me but this, 3.3.482
Have you not sometimes seen a handkerchief 3.3.483
Spotted with strawberries in your wife's hand? 3.3.484
Iago. I know not that; but such a handkerchief-- 3.3.486
I am sure it was your wife's--did I to-day 3.3.487
See Cassio wipe his beard with. 3.3.488
Iago. If it be that, or any that was hers, 3.3.490
It speaks against her with the other proofs. 3.3.491
Iago. Yet be content. 3.3.501
Iago. Patience, I say; your mind perhaps may change. 3.3.503
Iago. Do not rise yet. 3.3.514
Kneels Witness, you ever-burning lights above, 3.3.515
You elements that clip us round about, 3.3.516
Witness that here Iago doth give up 3.3.517
The execution of his wit, hands, heart, 3.3.518
To wrong'd Othello's service! Let him command, 3.3.519
And to obey shall be in me remorse, 3.3.520
What bloody business ever. 3.3.521
They rise Iago. My friend is dead; 'tis done at your request: 3.3.527
But let her live. 3.3.528
Iago. I am your own for ever. 3.3.533
Exeunt Iago There is no other way; 'tis she must do't: 3.4.120
And, lo, the happiness! go, and importune her. 3.4.121
Iago. Is my lord angry? 3.4.146
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Iago. Can he be angry? I have seen the cannon, 3.4.149
When it hath blown his ranks into the air, 3.4.150
And, like the devil, from his very arm 3.4.151
Puff'd his own brother:--and can he be angry? 3.4.152
Something of moment then: I will go meet him: 3.4.153
There's matter in't indeed, if he be angry. 3.4.154
Iago. Will you think so? 4.1.1
Iago. What, 4.1.3
To kiss in private? 4.1.4
Iago. Or to be naked with her friend in bed 4.1.6
An hour or more, not meaning any harm? 4.1.7
Iago. So they do nothing, 'tis a venial slip: 4.1.12
But if I give my wife a handkerchief,-- 4.1.13
Iago. Why, then, 'tis hers, my lord; and, being hers, 4.1.15
She may, I think, bestow't on any man. 4.1.16
Iago. Her honour is an essence that's not seen; 4.1.19
They have it very oft that have it not: 4.1.20
But, for the handkerchief,-- 4.1.21
Iago. Ay, what of that? 4.1.26
Iago. What, 4.1.28
If I had said I had seen him do you wrong? 4.1.29
Or heard him say,--as knaves be such abroad, 4.1.30
Who having, by their own importunate suit, 4.1.31
Or voluntary dotage of some mistress, 4.1.32
Convinced or supplied them, cannot choose 4.1.33
But they must blab-- 4.1.34
Iago. He hath, my lord; but be you well assured, 4.1.36
No more than he'll unswear. 4.1.37
Iago. 'Faith, that he did--I know not what he did. 4.1.39
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Iago. Lie-- 4.1.41
Iago. With her, on her; what you will. 4.1.43
Iago. Work on, 4.1.53
My medicine, work! Thus credulous fools are caught; 4.1.54
And many worthy and chaste dames even thus, 4.1.55
All guiltless, meet reproach. What, ho! my lord! 4.1.56
My lord, I say! Othello! 4.1.57
Enter CASSIO How now, Cassio! 4.1.58
Iago. My lord is fall'n into an epilepsy: 4.1.60
This is his second fit; he had one yesterday. 4.1.61
Iago. No, forbear; 4.1.63
The lethargy must have his quiet course: 4.1.64
If not, he foams at mouth and by and by 4.1.65
Breaks out to savage madness. Look he stirs: 4.1.66
Do you withdraw yourself a little while, 4.1.67
He will recover straight: when he is gone, 4.1.68
I would on great occasion speak with you. 4.1.69
Exit CASSIO How is it, general? have you not hurt your head? 4.1.70
Iago. I mock you! no, by heaven. 4.1.72
Would you would bear your fortune like a man! 4.1.73
Iago. There's many a beast then in a populous city, 4.1.75
And many a civil monster. 4.1.76
Iago. Good sir, be a man; 4.1.78
Think every bearded fellow that's but yoked 4.1.79
May draw with you: there's millions now alive 4.1.80
That nightly lie in those unproper beds 4.1.81
Which they dare swear peculiar: your case is better. 4.1.82
O, 'tis the spite of hell, the fiend's arch-mock, 4.1.83
To lip a wanton in a secure couch, 4.1.84
And to suppose her chaste! No, let me know; 4.1.85
And knowing what I am, I know what she shall be. 4.1.86
Iago. Stand you awhile apart; 4.1.88
Confine yourself but in a patient list. 4.1.89
Whilst you were here o'erwhelmed with your grief-- 4.1.90
A passion most unsuiting such a man-- 4.1.91
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Cassio came hither: I shifted him away, 4.1.92
And laid good 'scuse upon your ecstasy, 4.1.93
Bade him anon return and here speak with me; 4.1.94
The which he promised. Do but encave yourself, 4.1.95
And mark the fleers, the gibes, and notable scorns, 4.1.96
That dwell in every region of his face; 4.1.97
For I will make him tell the tale anew, 4.1.98
Where, how, how oft, how long ago, and when 4.1.99
He hath, and is again to cope your wife: 4.1.100
I say, but mark his gesture. Marry, patience; 4.1.101
Or I shall say you are all in all in spleen, 4.1.102
And nothing of a man. 4.1.103
Iago. That's not amiss; 4.1.107
But yet keep time in all. Will you withdraw? 4.1.108
OTHELLO retires Now will I question Cassio of Bianca, 4.1.109
A housewife that by selling her desires 4.1.110
Buys herself bread and clothes: it is a creature 4.1.111
That dotes on Cassio; as 'tis the strumpet's plague 4.1.112
To beguile many and be beguiled by one: 4.1.113
He, when he hears of her, cannot refrain 4.1.114
From the excess of laughter. Here he comes: 4.1.115
Re-enter CASSIO As he shall smile, Othello shall go mad; 4.1.116
And his unbookish jealousy must construe 4.1.117
Poor Cassio's smiles, gestures and light behavior, 4.1.118
Quite in the wrong. How do you now, lieutenant? 4.1.119
Iago. Ply Desdemona well, and you are sure on't. 4.1.122
Speaking lower Now, if this suit lay in Bianco's power, 4.1.123
How quickly should you speed! 4.1.124
Iago. I never knew woman love man so. 4.1.127
Iago. Do you hear, Cassio? 4.1.130
Iago. She gives it out that you shall marry hey: 4.1.133
Do you intend it? 4.1.134
Iago. 'Faith, the cry goes that you shall marry her. 4.1.141
Iago. I am a very villain else. 4.1.143
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Iago. Before me! look, where she comes. 4.1.161
Iago. After her, after her. 4.1.176
Iago. Will you sup there? 4.1.178
Iago. Well, I may chance to see you; for I would very fain 4.1.180
speak with you. 4.1.181
Iago. Go to; say no more. 4.1.183
Exit CASSIO Iago. Did you perceive how he laughed at his vice? 4.1.185
Iago. And did you see the handkerchief? 4.1.187
Iago. Yours by this hand: and to see how he prizes the 4.1.189
foolish woman your wife! she gave it him, and he 4.1.190
hath given it his whore. 4.1.191
Iago. Nay, you must forget that. 4.1.194
Iago. Nay, that's not your way. 4.1.200
Iago. She's the worse for all this. 4.1.205
Iago. Ay, too gentle. 4.1.208
Iago. If you are so fond over her iniquity, give her 4.1.211
patent to offend; for, if it touch not you, it comes 4.1.212
near nobody. 4.1.213
Iago. O, 'tis foul in her. 4.1.215
Iago. That's fouler. 4.1.217
Iago. Do it not with poison, strangle her in her bed, even 4.1.221
the bed she hath contaminated. 4.1.222
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Iago. And for Cassio, let me be his undertaker: you 4.1.224
shall hear more by midnight. 4.1.225
Iago. Something from Venice, sure. 'Tis Lodovico 4.1.228
Come from the duke: and, see, your wife is with him. 4.1.229
Enter LODOVICO, DESDEMONA, and Attendants Iago. I am very glad to see you, signior 4.1.235
Welcome to Cyprus. 4.1.236
Iago. Lives, sir. 4.1.238
Iago. He is much changed. 4.1.293
Iago. He's that he is: I may not breathe my censure 4.1.295
What he might be: if what he might he is not, 4.1.296
I would to heaven he were! 4.1.297
Iago. 'Faith, that was not so well; yet would I knew 4.1.299
That stroke would prove the worst! 4.1.300
Iago. Alas, alas! 4.1.304
It is not honesty in me to speak 4.1.305
What I have seen and known. You shall observe him, 4.1.306
And his own courses will denote him so 4.1.307
That I may save my speech: do but go after, 4.1.308
And mark how he continues. 4.1.309
Iago. What is your pleasure, madam? 4.2.128
How is't with you? 4.2.129
Iago. What's the matter, lady? 4.2.134
Iago. What name, fair lady? 4.2.139
Iago. Why did he so? 4.2.143
Iago. Do not weep, do not weep. Alas the day! 4.2.145
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Iago. Beshrew him for't! 4.2.150
How comes this trick upon him? 4.2.151
Iago. Fie, there is no such man; it is impossible. 4.2.157
Iago. Speak within door. 4.2.168
Iago. You are a fool; go to. 4.2.172
Iago. I pray you, be content; 'tis but his humour: 4.2.190
The business of the state does him offence, 4.2.191
And he does chide with you. 4.2.192
Iago. 'Tis but so, I warrant. 4.2.194
Trumpets within Hark, how these instruments summon to supper! 4.2.195
The messengers of Venice stay the meat; 4.2.196
Go in, and weep not; all things shall be well. 4.2.197
Exeunt DESDEMONA and EMILIA
Enter RODERIGO How now, Roderigo! 4.2.198
Iago. What in the contrary? 4.2.200
Iago. Will you hear me, Roderigo? 4.2.207
Iago. You charge me most unjustly. 4.2.210
Iago. Well; go to; very well. 4.2.217
Iago. Very well. 4.2.221
Iago. You have said now. 4.2.227
Iago. Why, now I see there's mettle in thee, and even from 4.2.229
this instant to build on thee a better opinion than 4.2.230
ever before. Give me thy hand, Roderigo: thou hast 4.2.231
taken against me a most just exception; but yet, I 4.2.232
protest, I have dealt most directly in thy affair. 4.2.233
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Iago. I grant indeed it hath not appeared, and your 4.2.235
suspicion is not without wit and judgment. But, 4.2.236
Roderigo, if thou hast that in thee indeed, which I 4.2.237
have greater reason to believe now than ever, I mean 4.2.238
purpose, courage and valour, this night show it: if 4.2.239
thou the next night following enjoy not Desdemona, 4.2.240
take me from this world with treachery and devise 4.2.241
engines for my life. 4.2.242
Iago. Sir, there is especial commission come from Venice 4.2.244
to depute Cassio in Othello's place. 4.2.245
Iago. O, no; he goes into Mauritania and takes away with 4.2.248
him the fair Desdemona, unless his abode be 4.2.249
lingered here by some accident: wherein none can be 4.2.250
so determinate as the removing of Cassio. 4.2.251
Iago. Why, by making him uncapable of Othello's place; 4.2.253
knocking out his brains. 4.2.254
Iago. Ay, if you dare do yourself a profit and a right. 4.2.256
He sups to-night with a harlotry, and thither will I 4.2.257
go to him: he knows not yet of his horrorable 4.2.258
fortune. If you will watch his going thence, which 4.2.259
I will fashion to fall out between twelve and one, 4.2.260
you may take him at your pleasure: I will be near 4.2.261
to second your attempt, and he shall fall between 4.2.262
us. Come, stand not amazed at it, but go along with 4.2.263
me; I will show you such a necessity in his death 4.2.264
that you shall think yourself bound to put it on 4.2.265
him. It is now high suppertime, and the night grows 4.2.266
to waste: about it. 4.2.267
Iago. And you shall be satisfied. 4.2.269
Exeunt Iago. Here, stand behind this bulk; straight will he come: 5.1.1
Wear thy good rapier bare, and put it home: 5.1.2
Quick, quick; fear nothing; I'll be at thy elbow: 5.1.3
It makes us, or it mars us; think on that, 5.1.4
And fix most firm thy resolution. 5.1.5
Iago. Here, at thy hand: be bold, and take thy stand. 5.1.7
Retires
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Iago. I have rubb'd this young quat almost to the sense, 5.1.11
And he grows angry. Now, whether he kill Cassio, 5.1.12
Or Cassio him, or each do kill the other, 5.1.13
Every way makes my gain: live Roderigo, 5.1.14
He calls me to a restitution large 5.1.15
Of gold and jewels that I bobb'd from him, 5.1.16
As gifts to Desdemona; 5.1.17
It must not be: if Cassio do remain, 5.1.18
He hath a daily beauty in his life 5.1.19
That makes me ugly; and, besides, the Moor 5.1.20
May unfold me to him; there stand I in much peril: 5.1.21
No, he must die. But so: I hear him coming. 5.1.22
Enter CASSIO Iago. Who's there? whose noise is this that ones on murder? 5.1.50
Iago. Did not you hear a cry? 5.1.52
Iago. What's the matter? 5.1.54
Iago. What are you here that cry so grievously? 5.1.57
Iago. O me, lieutenant! what villains have done this? 5.1.60
Iago. O treacherous villains! 5.1.63
What are you there? come in, and give some help. 5.1.64
To LODOVICO and GRATIANO Iago. O murderous slave! O villain! 5.1.67
Stabs RODERIGO Iago. Kill men i' the dark!--Where be these bloody thieves?-- 5.1.69
How silent is this town!--Ho! murder! murder!-- 5.1.70
What may you be? are you of good or evil? 5.1.71
Iago. Signior Lodovico? 5.1.73
Iago. I cry you mercy. Here's Cassio hurt by villains. 5.1.75
Iago. How is't, brother! 5.1.77
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Iago. Marry, heaven forbid! 5.1.79
Light, gentlemen; I'll bind it with my shirt. 5.1.80
Enter BIANCA Iago. Who is't that cried! 5.1.82
Iago. O notable strumpet! Cassio, may you suspect 5.1.85
Who they should be that have thus many led you? 5.1.86
Iago. Lend me a garter. So. O, for a chair, 5.1.89
To bear him easily hence! 5.1.90
Iago. Gentlemen all, I do suspect this trash 5.1.92
To be a party in this injury. 5.1.93
Patience awhile, good Cassio. Come, come; 5.1.94
Lend me a light. Know we this face or no? 5.1.95
Alas my friend and my dear countryman 5.1.96
Roderigo! no:--yes, sure: O heaven! Roderigo. 5.1.97
Iago. Even he, sir; did you know him? 5.1.99
Iago. Signior Gratiano? I cry you gentle pardon; 5.1.101
These bloody accidents must excuse my manners, 5.1.102
That so neglected you. 5.1.103
Iago. How do you, Cassio? O, a chair, a chair! 5.1.105
Iago. He, he 'tis he. 5.1.107
A chair brought in O, that's well said; the chair! 5.1.108
Iago. [To BIANCA] What, look you pale? O, bear him out 5.1.116
o' the air. 5.1.117
CASSIO and RODERIGO are borne off Stay you, good gentlemen. Look you pale, mistress? 5.1.118
Do you perceive the gastness of her eye? 5.1.119
Nay, if you stare, we shall hear more anon. 5.1.120
Behold her well; I pray you, look upon her: 5.1.121
Do you see, gentlemen? nay, guiltiness will speak, 5.1.122
Though tongues were out of use. 5.1.123
Enter EMILIA
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Iago. Cassio hath here been set on in the dark 5.1.125
By Roderigo and fellows that are scaped: 5.1.126
He's almost slain, and Roderigo dead. 5.1.127
Iago. This is the fruit of whoring. Prithee, Emilia, 5.1.129
Go know of Cassio where he supp'd to-night. 5.1.130
To BIANCA What, do you shake at that? 5.1.131
Iago. O, did he so? I charge you, go with me. 5.1.133
Iago. Kind gentlemen, let's go see poor Cassio dress'd. 5.1.138
Come, mistress, you must tell's another tale. 5.1.139
Emilia run you to the citadel, 5.1.140
And tell my lord and lady what hath happ'd. 5.1.141
Will you go on? I pray. 5.1.142
Aside This is the night 5.1.143
That either makes me or fordoes me quite. 5.1.144
Exeunt Iago. I told him what I thought, and told no more 5.2.207
Than what he found himself was apt and true. 5.2.208
Iago. I did. 5.2.210
Iago. With Cassio, mistress. Go to, charm your tongue. 5.2.214
Iago. What, are you mad? I charge you, get you home. 5.2.226
Iago. Come, hold your peace. 5.2.253
Iago. Be wise, and get you home. 5.2.258
Iago. Villanous whore! 5.2.267
Iago. Filth, thou liest! 5.2.270
Iago. I bleed, sir; but not kill'd. 5.2.333
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Iago. Demand me nothing: what you know, you know: 5.2.349
From this time forth I never will speak word. 5.2.350
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