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With such accommodation and besort, As levels with her breeding.

Duke. If you please, Be't at her father's.

Bra. I'll not have it so.

Oth. Nor I.

Des. Nor I; I would not there reside,
To put my father in impatient thoughts,
By being in his eye. Most gracious duke,
To my unfolding lend a gracious ear;
And let me find a charter in your voice,
To assist my simpleness.

Duke. What would you, Desdemona ?

Des. That I did love the Moor to live with him,

My downright violence and storm of fortunes
May trumpet to the world; my heart's

Even to the very quality of my lord:
I saw Othello's visage in his mind;
And to his honours, and his valiant parts,
Did I my soul and fortunes consecrate.
So that, dear lords, if I be left behind,
A moth of peace, and he go to the war,
The rights for which I love him, are bereft
And I a heavy interim shall support
By his dear absence: Let me go with him.
Oth. Your voices, lords:-'beseech you,
her will

Have a free way.

Of love, of worldly matters, and direction,
To spend with thee, we must obey the time.
Rod. lago.

Iago. What say'st thou, noble heart?
Rod. What will I do, thinkest thou?
Iago. Why, go to bed, and sleep.

Rod. I will incontinently drown myself.
lago. Well, if thou dost, I shall never love
thee after it. Why, thou silly gentleman!

Rod. It is silliness to live, when to live is a torment and then have we a prescription to die, when death is our physician.

Jago. O villainous! I have looked upon the world for four times seven years; and since I could distinguish between a benefit and an insub-jury, I never found a man that knew how to love himself. Ere I would say, I would drown myself for the love of a Guinea-hen, † I would change my humanity with a baboon."


Rod. What should I do? I confess it is my shame to be so foud; but it is not in virtue to amend it.

lago. Virtue? a fig! 'tis in ourselves, that we are thus, or thus. Our bodies are our gardens; to the which our wills are gardeners: so that if we will plant nettles, or sow lettuce; set let hyssop, and weed up thyme: supply it with one gender of herbs, or distract it with many; either to have it steril with idleness, or manured with industry; why, the power and corrigible authority of this lies in our wills. If the balance of our lives had not one scale of reason to poise another of sensuality, the blood 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 lusts: whereof I take this, that you call-love, to be a sect, or scion. Rod. It cannot be.

Vouch with me, heaven; I therefore beg it not
To please the palate of my appetite;
Nor to comply with heat, the young affects,
In my distinct and proper satisfaction;
But to be free and bounteous to her mind:
And heaven defend + your good souls, that you

I will your serious and great business scant, For she is with me: No, when light-wing'd toys

Of feather'd Cupid seel § with wanton dulness
My speculative and active instruments,
That my disports corrupt and taint my business,
Let housewives make a skillet || of my helm, ¶
And all indign and base adversities
Make head against my estimation!

Duke. Be it as you shall privately determine, Either for her stay or going: the affair cries, haste,

And speed must answer it: you must hence to-night.

Des. To-night, my lord?
Duke. This night.

Oth. With all my heart.

Duke. At nine i'the morning here we'll meet in thy purse.-These Moors are changeable in

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Duke. Let it be so.Good night to every one.--And, noble Signior, [To BRABANTIo.

If virtue no delighted beauty lack, Your son-in-law is far more fair than black, 1 Sen. Adieu, brave Moor! use Desdemona well.

Bra. Look to her, Moor; have a quick eye to see;

She has deceiv'd her father, and may thee.
Oth. My life upon her faith.-Honest lago,
My Desdemona must I leave to thee;
I pr'ythee, let thy wife attend on her;
And bring them after in the best advantage.-
Come, Desdemona; I have but an hour

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Iago. It is merely a lust of the blood, and a permission of the will. Come, be a man; Drown thyself? drown cats and blind puppies. I have professed me thy friend, and I confess me knit to thy deserving with cabies of perdurable toughness; I could never better stead thee than now. Put money in thy purse; follow these wars; defeat thy favour with an usurped beard; I say, put money in thy purse. It cannot be, that Desdemona should long continue her love to the Moor,-put money in thy purse ;-nor be his to her: it was a violent commencement, and thou shalt see an answerable sequestration ;-put bat money their wills;-fill thy purse with money: the food that to him now is as luscious as locusts, shall be to him shortly as bitter as coloquintida. She must change for youth: when she is sated wich his body, she will find the error of her choice.-She must have change, she must: therefore put money in thy purse.-If thou wilt needs damn thyself, do it a more delicate way than drowning. Make all the money thou caust: If sanctimony and a frail vow, betwixt an erring ¶ barbarian and a supersubtle Venetian, be not too hard for my wits, and all the tribe of hell, thou shalt enjoy her; therefore make money. A pox of drowning thyself! it is clean out of the way: seek thou rather to be hanged in compassing thy joy, than to be drowned and go without her.

Rod. Wilt thou be fast to my hopes, If I depend on the issue?

lago. Thou art sure of me ;-Go, make money 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

• Immediately. Unbridled cutting. putting on a beard.

The cant term for a prostitute. A sect is what the gardeners call a I. e. Alter your effeminate visage, by q Wandering.

self a pleasure, and me a sport. There are many | events in the womb of time, which will be de livered. Traverse; · go; provide thy money. We will have more of this to-morrow. Adieu. Rod. Where shall we meet i'the morning? Jago. At my lodging.

Rod. I'll be with thee betimes.

lago. Go to; farewell. Do you hear, Roderigo?

Rod. What say you!

Jago. No more of drowning, do you hear.
Rod. I am changed. I'll sell all my land.
lago. Go to; farewell: put money enough in
your purse.
Thus do I ever make my fool my purse:
For I mine own gain'd knowledge should pro-

If I would time expend with such a snipe,
But for my sport and profit. I hate the Moor;
And it is thought abroad, that 'twixt ny sheets
He has done my office: I know not if't be true;
But I, for mere suspicion in that kind,
Will do, as if for surety. He holds + me well;
The better shall my purpose work on him.
Cassio's a proper man: Let me see now;
To get his place, and to plume up my will;
double knavery,-How ? how ?-Let


see :


After some time, to 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 woman false.
The Moor is of a free and open nature, [so;
That thinks men honest, that but seem to be
And will as tenderly be led by the nose,
As asses are.

I have't;-it is engender'd :-Hell and night
Must bring this monstrous birth to the world's


ACT 11.

SCENE I-A Sea-port Town in CYPRUS.-
A Platform.

Enter MONTANO and Two GENTLEMEN. Mon. What from the cape can you discern at sea ?

1 Gent. Nothing at all: it is a high-wrought


I cannot, 'twixt the heaven and the main,
Descry a sail.

Mon. Methinks, the wind hath spoke aloud at

A fuller blast ne'er shook our battlements:
If it hath ruffian'd so upon the sea,
What ribs of oak, when mountains melt on them,
Can hold the mortise? what shall we hear of

2 Gent. A segregation † of the Turkish fleet:
For do but stand upon the foaming shore,
The chiding billow seems to pelt the clouds;
The wind-shak'd surge, with high and mon.
strons main,

Seems to cast water on the burning bear
And quench the guards of the ever-fixed pole:
I never did like molestation view

On th' enchafed flood.

Mon. If that the Turkish fleet

Mon. How! is this true?

3 Gent. The ship is here put in, A Veronesé; Michael Cassio, Lieutenant to the warlike Moor, Othello,' Is come on shore: the Moor himself's at sea, And is in full commission here for Cyprus. Mon. I am glad on't; 'tis a worthy governor. 3 Gent. But this same Cassio, though he speak of comfort,

Touching the Turkish loss, yet he looks sadly,
And prays the Moor be safe; for they were

With foul and violent tempest.
Mon. 'Pray heaven he be;
For I have serv'd him, and the man commands
Like a full soldier. Let's to the sea-side, ho!
As well to see the vessel that's come in,
As throw out our eyes for brave Othello;
Even till we make the main, and the aerial blue,
An indistinct regard.

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

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2 Gent. They do discharge their shot of cour
[Guns heard.

Our friends, at least.

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

[Exit. Mon. But, good lieutenant, is your general wiv'd?

Cas. Most unfortunately: he hath achiev'd a

That paragons description and wild fame :
One that excels the quirks of blazoning pens,
And in the essential vesture of creation,
Does bear all excellency.-How now? who has
put in ?

Re-enter second GENTLEMAN.

2 Gent. 'Tis one Iago, ancient to the general. Gas. He has had most favourable and happy speed:

Tempests themselves, high seas, and howling

The gutter'd rocks, and congregated sands,-
Traitors ensteep'd to clog the guiltless keel,-
As having sense of beauty, do omit
Their mortal natures, letting go safely by

Be not inshelter'd and embay'd, they are The divine Desdemona.


It is impossible they bear it out.

Enter a third GENTLEMAN.

3 Gent. News, lords! our wars are done;
The desperate tempest hath so bang'd the Turks,
That their designment halts: A noble ship of

Hath seen a grievous wreck and sufferance
On most part of their fleet.

A military word of command.

¡ Separation.

Mon. What is she?

Cas. She that I spake of, our great captain's

Left in the conduct of the bold fago;
Whose footing here anticipates our thoughts,
A se'enight's speed.-Great Jove, Othello guard,
And swell his sail with thine own powerful

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The constellation Arctophylax, | ness.

+ Allowed and approved expert * Destructive.

Give renew'd fire to our extincted spirits,
And bring all Cyprus comfort!-O behold,

Enter DESDEMONA, EMILIA, IAGO, Roverigo, and Attendants.

The riches of the ship is come on shore!
Ye men of Cyprus, let her have your knees ;-
Hail to thee, lady! and the grace of heaven,
Before, behind thee, and on every hand,
Enwheel thee round.

Des. I thank you, valiant Cassio.
What tidings can you tell me of my lord?
Cas. He is not yet arriv'd; nor know I aught
But that he's well, and will be shortly here.
Des. O but I fear;-How lost you company?
Cus. The great contention of the sea and

Parted our fellowship. But, hark! a sail. [Cry within, A sail, a sail! Then Guns heard.

2 Gent. They give their greeting to the citadel : This likewise is a friend.

Cas. See for the news. [Exit GENTLEMAN. Good ancient, you are welcome;-Welcome, mistress :[TO EMILIA. Let it not gall your patience, good lago, That I extend my manners: 'tis my breeding That gives me this bold show of courtesy.

[Kissing her. Iago. Sir, would she give you so much of her lips,

As of her tongne she oft bestows on me,
You'd have enough.

Des. Alas! she has no speech.

lago. In faith, too much;

I find it still, when I have list to sleep:
Marry, before your ladyship, I grant
She puts her tongue a little in her heart,
And chides with thinking.

Emil. You have little cause to say so.
Iago. Come on, come on: you are pictures
out of doors,

Bells in your parlours, wild cats in your kit chens,

Saints in your injuries, devils being offended, Players in your housewifery, and housewives in your beds.

Des. Ó fie upon tbee, slanderer!

Iago. Nay, it is true, or else I am a Turk;
You rise to play, and go to bed to work.
Emil. You shall not write my praise.
lago. No, let me not.

Des. What wouldst thou write of me, if thou shouldst praise ine?

Iago. O gentle lady, do not put me to't: For I am nothing, if not critical. +

Iago. There's none so foul, and foolish there. unto,

[do. But does foul pranks which fair and wise ones Des. O heavy ignorance !-thou praisest the worst best. But what praise couldst thou opestow on a deserving woman indeed! one, that, in the authority of her merit, did justly put on the vouch of very malice itself?

Jago. She that was ever. fair, and never proud;

Had tongue at will, and yet was never lond;
Never lack'd gold, and yet went never gay;
Fled from her wish, and yet said,—now I may ;
She that, being anger'd, her revenge being

Bade her wrong stay, and her displeasure fly;
She, that in wisdom never was so frail,
To change the cod's head for the salmon's tail;
She that could think, and ne'er disclose her

See suitors following, and not look behind;
She was a wight,-if ever such wight were.-
Des. To do what?

Iago. To suckle fools, and chronicle small beer.

Des. O most lame and impotent conclusion -Do not learn of him, Emilia, though he be thy husband.-How say you, Cassio? is he not a most profane and liberal counsellor ?

Cus. He speaks home, lish bim more in the scholar.


madam; you may resoldier, than in the

Iago. [Aside.] He takes her by the palm: Ay, well said, whisper with as little a web as this, will I ensnare as great a fly as Cassio. Ay, smile upon her, do; I will gyve+ thee in thine own courtship. You say true; 'tis so indeed : if such tricks as these strip you out of your lieutenantry, it had been better you had not kissed your three fingers so oft, which now again you are most apt to play the Sir in. Very good; well kissed! an excellent courtesy ! 'tis so, indeed. Yet again your fingers to your lips? would they were clyster-pipes for your sake ?——[Trumpet.] The Moor, I know his trumpet.

Cas. 'Tis truly so.

Des. Let's meet him, and receive him.
Cas. Lo, where he comes!

Enter OTHELLO, and Attendants.

Oth. O my fair warrior!

Des. My dear Othello!

Oth. It gives me wonder great as my content,

To see you here before me. O my soul's joy! If after every tempest come such calms,

Des. Come on, assay :-There's one gone to May the winds blow till they have waken'd

the harbour.

Jago. Ay, madam.

Des. I am not merry; but I do beguile The thing I am, by seeming otherwise.Come, how wouldst thou praise me?

Jago. I am about it; but, indeed, my inven


[frize, Comes from my pate, as birdlime does from It plucks out brains and all: But my muse labours,

And thus she is deliver'd.

If she be fair and wise,-fairness and wit,-
The one's for use, the other useth it.

Des. Well prais'd! How if she be black and witty?

Jago. If she be black, and thereto have a wit,

She'll find a white that shall her blackness fit. Des. Worse and worse.

Emil. How, if fair and foolish?

lago. She never yet was foolish that was


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And let the labouring bark climb hills of seas,
Olympus-high, and duck again as low
As hell's from heaven! If it were now to die,
'Twere now to be most happy; for, I fear,
My soul hath her content so absolute,
That not another comfort like to this
Succeeds in unknown fate.

Des. The heavens forbid,

But that our loves and comforts should increase, Even as our days do grow!

Oth. Amen to that, sweet powers 1

I cannot speak enough of this content,
It stops me here; it is too much of joy:
And this, and this, the greatest discords be,
[Kissing her.

That e'er our hearts shall make!
lago. O you are well tun'd now!
But I'll set down the pegs that make this music,
As honest as I am.

Oth. Come, let's to the castle.News, friends: our wars are done, the Turks are drown'd.

• Gross and licentious. + Shackle. To shew your good breeding and gallantry. Spoken when Cassio kisses his hand, and Desde mona ourtsies,

How do our old acquaintances of this isle ?-
Honey, you shall be well desir'd* in Cyprus,
I have found great love amongst them. O my

'I prattle out of fashion, + and I dote

In mine own comforts.-I pr'ythee, good Iago,
Go to the bay, and disembark my coffers :
Bring thou the master to the citadel;
He is a good one, and his worthiness
Does challenge much respect.-Come, Desde-
Once more well met at Cyprus.


Iago. Do thou meet me presently at the barbour. Come hither. If thou be'st valiant,-as (they say) base men, being in love, have then a nobility in their natures more than is nature to them,-list me. I The lieutenant to-night watches on the court of guard: First, I must tell thee this-Desdemona is directly in love with him.

Rod. With him? why, 'tis not possible. lago. Lay thy finger-thus, and let thy soul be instructed. Mark me with what violence she first loved the Moor, but for bragging, and telling her fantastical lies: And will she love him still for prating? let not thy discreet heart think it. Her eye must be fed; and what delight shall she have to look on the devil? When the blood is made dull with the act of sport, there should be, -again to inflame it, and to give satiety a fresh appetite,-loveliness in favour; sympathy in years, manners, and beauties; all which the Moor is defective in: Now, for want of these required conveniences, her delicate tenderness will find itself abused, begin to heave the gorge, disrelish and abhor the Moor; very nature will instruct her in it, and compel her to some second choice. Now, Sir, this granted, (as it is a most pregnant and unforced position,) who stands so eminently in the degree of this fortune, as Cassio does? a knave very voluble; no further conscionable than in putting on the mere form of civil and humane seeming, for the better compassing of his salt and most hidden loose affection? why, none; why, none: A slippery and subtle knave; a finder out of occasions; that has an eye can stamp and counterfeit advantages, though true advantage never present itself; a devilish knave! Besides, the knave is handsome, young, and hath all those requisites in him, that folly and green minds | look after: A pestilent complete knave: and the woman hath found him already.

Rod. I cannot believe that in her; she is full of most blessed condition. ¶

Jago. Blessed fig's end! the wine she drinks is made of grapes: if she had been blessed, she would never have loved the Moor: Blessed pudding! Didst thou not see her paddle with the palm of his hand? didst not mark that? Rod. Yes, that I did; but that was but courtesy.

Iago. Lechery, by this hand; an index, and obscure prologue to the history of lust and foul thoughts. They met so near with their lips, that their breaths embraced together. Villainous thoughts, Roderigo, when these mutualities so marshal the way, hard at hand comes the master and main exercise, and incorporate conclusion: Pish!-But, Sir, be you ruled by me: I have brought you from Venice. Watch you to-night; for the command, I'll lay't upon you: Cassio knows you not ;-I'll not be far from you: Do you find some occasion to anger Cassio, either by speaking too loud, or tainting ** his discipline; or from what other course you please, which the time shall more favourably minister.

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choler; and, haply, with his truncheon may strike at you: Provoke him, that he may: for, even out of that, will I cause these of Cyprus to mutiny; whose qualification shall come into no true taste again, but by the displanting of Cassio. So shall you have a shorter journey to your desires, by the means I shall then have to prefer them; and the impediment most profitably removed, without the which there were no expectation of our prosperity.

Rod. I will do this, if I can bring it to any opportunity.

Iago. I warrant thee. Meet me by and by at the citadel: I must fetch his necessaries ashore. Farewell. [Exit.

Rod. Adien.

Iago. That Cassio loves her, I do well believe it;

That she loves him, 'tis apt, and of great credit:
The Moor-howbeit that I endure him not,-
Is of a constant, loving, noble nature;
And, I dare think, he'll prove to Desdemona
A most dear husband. Now I do love her too;
Not out of absolute lust, (though, peradventure,
I stand accountant for as great a sin,)
But partly led to diet my revenge,
For that I do suspect the lusty Moor
Hath leap'd into my seat; the thought whereof
Doth, like a poisonous mineral, gnaw my in-
And nothing can or shall content my soul,
Till I am even with him, wife for wife;
Or, failing so, yet that I put the Moor
At least into a jealousy so strong
That judgment cannot cure. Which thing to
If this poor trash of Venice, whom I trash ‡
For his quick hunting, stand the putting on,
I'll have our Michael Cassio on the hip;
Abuse him to the Moor in the rank garb, §—
(For I fear Cassio with my night-cap too)
Make the Moor thank me, love me, and re-
ward me,


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Enter a HERALD, with a Proclamation; People following.

Her. It is Othello's pleasure, our noble and valiant general, that, upon certain tidings now arrived, importing the mere perdition of the Turkish fleet, every man put himself into triumph; some to dance, some to make bonfires, each man to what sport and revel his addiction leads him; for, besides these beneficial news, it is the celebration of his nuptials: So much was his pleasure should be proclaimed. All offices are open; and there is full liberty of feasting, from this present hour of five, till the bell hath told eleven. Heaven bless the isle of Cyprus, and our noble general, Othello!


SCENE III.-A Hall in the Castle. Enter OTHELLO, DESDEMONA, CASSIO, and Attendants.

Oth. Good Michael, look you to the guard to-night:

Let's teach ourselves that honourable stop,
Not to out-sport discretion.

Cas. lago hath direction what to do;
But, notwithstanding, with my personal eye
Will I look to't.

Oth. Iago is most honest,

• Perhaps. To advance them. To trash was to put a stone ou a hound's neck to hinder him outstripping his companions. In the grossest manner. ¡Entire. Rooms in the ce tle.

Michael, good night: To-morrow, with our


Let me have speech with you.-Come, my dear love,

The purchase made, the fruits are to ensue ;
That profit's yet to come 'twixt me and you.-
Good night.

[Exeunt OтH. DES. and Attend.
Enter IAGO.

Cas. Welcome, Iago: We must to the watch. Iago. Not this hour, lieutenant; 'tis not yet ten o'clock: Our general cast us thus early, for the love of his Desdemona; whom let us not therefore blame; he hath not yet inade wanton the night with her; and she is sport for Jove.

Cas. She's a most exquisite lady.

Iago. And, I'll warrant her, full of game. Cas. Indeed, she is a most fresh and delicate creature.

lago. What an eye she has! methinks it sounds a parley of provocation.

Cas. An inviting eye; and yet, methinks, right modest.

Iago. And, when she speaks, is it not an alarm to love?

Cas. She is, indeed, perfection.

lago. Well, happiness to their sheets! Come, lieutenant, I have a stoup of wine; and here without are a brace of Cyprus gallants, that would fain have a measure to the health of the black Othello.

Cas. Not to-night, good Iago; I have very poor and unhappy brains for drinking: I could well wish courtesy would invent some other custom of entertainment.

Iago. O they are our friends; but one cup; I'll drink for you.

Cas. I have drunk but one cup to-night, and that was craftily qualitied + too, and behold what innovation it makes here: I am unfortunate in the infirmity, and dare not task my weakness with any more.

Jago. What, man! 'tis a night of revels; the

gallants desire it.

Cas. Where are they?

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A soldier's a man;

A life's but a span;

Why then, let a soldier drink.

Some wine, boys! [Wine brought in. Cas. 'Fore heaven, an excellent song, logo. I learned it in England, where, indeed, they are most potent in potting: your Dane, your German, and your swag-bellied Hollander,Driuk, ho!-are nothing to your English.

Cas. Is your Englishman so expert in his drinking?

Iago. Why, he drinks you, with facility, your Dane dead drunk; he sweats not to overthrow your Almain; he gives your Hollander a vomit ere the next pottle can be filled.

Cas. To the health of our general. Mon. I am for it, lieutenant; and I'll do you justice.

lago. O sweet England!

King Stephen was a worthy peer,

Hi breeches cost him but a crown ; He held them sixpence all too dear, With that he call'd the tailor-lown. He was a wight of high renown,

And thou art but of low degree: 'Tis pride that pulls the country down, Then tak' thine auld cloak about thee. t Some wine, ho!

Cas. Why, this is a more exquisite song than the other.

Iago. Will you hear it again?

Cas. No; for I hold him to be unworthy of his place, that does those things.-Weil,-Heaven's above all: and there be souls that must be saved and there be souls must not be saved.

lago. It's true, good lieutenant.

Cas. For mine own part,-no offence to the

general, or any man of quality,—I hope to be


Iago. And so do I too, lieutenant.

Cas. Ay, but, by your leave, not before me;

Iago. Here at the door; I pray you, call the lieutenant is to be saved before the anthem in.

Cas. I'll do't; but it dislikes me. [Exit CASSIO. Ingo. If I can fasten but one cup upon him, With that which he hath drunk to-night ready,

cient. Let's have no more of this; let's to our affairs.-Forgive us our sins !-Gentlemen, let's look to our business. Do not think, gentlemen, I am drunk this is my ancient;-this is my alright hand, and this is my left hand :-I am not drunk now; I can stand well enough, and speak well enough.

He'll be as full of quarrel and offence As my young mistress' dog. Now, my sick fool, Roderigo,

Whom love has turn'd almost the wrong side


To Desdemona hath to-night carous'd
Potations pottle deep; and he's to watch:
Three lads of Cyprus,-noble swelling spirits,
That hold their honours in a wary distance,
The very elements of this warlike isle,
Have I to-night fluster'd with flowing cups,

All. Excellent well.

then that I am drunk. Cas. Why, very well, then you must not think [Exit. Mon. To the platform, masters; come, let's set the watch.

Iago. You see this fellow, that is gone before:

He is a soldier, fit to stand by Cesar,

And give direction: and do but see his vice; 'Tis to his virtue a just equinox,

And they watch too. Now, 'mongst this flock of The one as long as the other: 'tis pity of him.


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I fear, the trust Othello puts him in,

On some odd time of his infirmity
Will shake this island.

Mon. But is he often thus?

Iago. 'Tis evermore the prologue to his sleep:
He'll watch the horologe a double set,
If drink rock not his cradle.
Mon. It were well,

The general were put in mind of it.
Perhaps, he sees it not; or his good nature
Prizes the virtue that appears in Cassio,
And looks not on his evils: Is not this true?

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