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And spoke such scurvy and provoking terms Against your honour
That, with the little godliness I have,
The senate hath sent about three several quests
'Tis well I am found by you. I will but spend a word here in the house, And go with you.
If it prove lawful prize, he's made for ever.
I did full hard forbear him. But, I pray you, sir,
For the sea's worth. But, look! what lights come yond?
Iago. These are the raised father and his friends:
You were best go in.
Iago. You, Roderigo! Oth. Keep up your bright swords, for the dew will rust them.
Good signior, you shall more command with years
Than with your weapons.
Bra. O thou foul thief! where hast thou stow'd my daughter?
Damn'd as thou art, thou hast enchanted her;
Lay hold upon him if he do resist, Subdue him at his peril.
Hold your hands,
80 | Neglecting an attempt of ease and gain,
Both you of my inclining, and the rest :
To prison; till fit time
Off. 'Tis true, most worthy signior; The duke 's in council, and your noble self, I am sure, is sent for.
Bra. How! the duke in council! In this time of the night! Bring him away. Mine's not an idle cause: the duke himself, Or any of my brothers of the state, Cannot but feel this wrong as 'twere their own; For if such actions may have passage free, Bond-slaves and pagans shall our statesmen be. Exeunt.
SCENE III.-A Council-chamber.
The DUKE and Senators sitting at a table; Officers attending.
Duke. There is no composition in these news That gives them credit.
First Sen. Indeed, they are disproportion'd; My letters say a hundred and seven galleys. Duke. And mine, a hundred and forty. Second Sen. And mine, two hundred: But though they jump not on a just account, As in these cases, where the aim reports, 'Tis oft with difference, yet do they all confirm A Turkish fleet, and bearing up to Cyprus. Duke. Nay, it is possible enough to judgment: I do not so secure me in the error, But the main article I do approve In fearful sense.
Sailor. Within. What, ho! what, ho! what, ho!
Off. A messenger from the galleys.
This cannot be,
By no assay of reason; 'tis a pageant
That Rhodes is dress'd in: if we make thought of this,
We must not think the Turk is so unskilful
First Off. Here is more news.
Enter a Messenger.
Mess. The Ottomites, reverend and gracious, Steering with due course toward the isle of Rhodes,
Have there injointed them with an after fleet. First Sen. Ay, so I thought. How many, as you guess?
Mess. Of thirty sail; and now they do re-stem Their backward course, bearing with frank appearance
Their purposes toward Cyprus. Signior Montano,
Your trusty and most valiant servitor,
Duke. 'Tis certain then for Cyprus.
First Sen. Here comes Brabantio and the valiant Moor.
Enter BRABANTIO, OTHELLO, IAGO, RODERIGO, and Officers.
Duke. Valiant Othello, we must straight employ you
To BRABANTIO. I did not see you; welcome, Against the general enemy Ottoman. gentle signior;
We lack'd your counsel and your help to-night. Bra. So did I yours. Good your grace,
Neither my place nor aught I heard of business
Is of so flood-gate and o'erbearing nature
She is abus'd, stol'n from me, and corrupted By spells and medicines bought of mountebanks;
For nature so preposterously to err,
Duke. Whoe'er he be that in this foul proceeding
Hath thus beguil'd your daughter of herself
Duke. To OTHELLO. What, in your own part, can you say to this?
Bra. Nothing, but this is so.
Oth. Most potent, grave, and reverend sig. niors,
My very noble and approv'd good masters, That I have ta'en away this old man's daughter,
It is most true; true, I have married her:
And little bless'd with the soft phrase of peace;
For since these arms of mine had seven years' pith,
Till now some nine moons wasted, they have us'd
Their dearest action in the tented field;
And therefore little shall I grace my cause
I will a round unvarnish'd tale deliver
Of my whole course of love; what drugs, what charms,
What conjuration, and what mighty magic,
Or with some dram conjur'd to this effect,
Duke. To vouch this, is no proof, Without more wider and more overt test Than these thin habits and poor likelihoods Of modern seeming do prefer against him. First Sen. But, Othello, speak : Did you by indirect and forced courses Subdue and poison this young maid's affections;
Or came it by request and such fair question As soul to soul affordeth?
I do beseech you, Send for the lady to the Sagittary, And let her speak of me before her father: If you do find me foul in her report, The trust, the office I do hold of you, Not only take away, but let your sentence Even fall upon my life.
Duke. Fetch Desdemona hither. 120 Oth. Ancient, conduct them; you best know the place. Exeunt IAGO and Attendants. And, till she come, as truly as to heaven I do confess the vices of my blood, So justly to your grave ears I'll present How I did thrive in this fair lady's love, And she in mine.
Duke. Say it, Othello.
Oth. Her father lov'd me; oft invited me;
I ran it through, even from my boyish days
Of being taken by the insolent foe
It was my hint to speak, such was the process;
And so much duty as my mother show'd
I here do give thee that with all my heart
Which, as a grize or step, may help these lovers
When remedies are past, the griefs are ended By seeing the worst, which late on hopes depended.
To mourn a mischief that is past and gone
The robb'd that smiles steals something from the thief;
He robs himself that spends a bootless grief.
Bra. So let the Turk of Cyprus us beguile;
But he bears both the sentence and the sorrow
I humbly beseech you, proceed to the affairs of 220 Duke. The Turk with a most mighty preparation makes for Cyprus. Othello, the fortitude of the place is best known to you; and though we have there a substitute of most allowed sufficiency, yet opinion, a sovereign mistress of effects, throws a more safer voice on you: you must therefore be content to slubber the gloss of your new fortunes with this more stubborn and boisterous expedition.
My downright violence and storm of fortunes
I saw Othello's visage in his mind,
Vouch with me, heaven, I therefore beg it not
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
Duke. Be it as you shall privately determine, Either for her stay or going. The affair cries haste,
And speed must answer it.
First Sen. You must away to-night.
Othello, leave some officer behind,
So please your grace, my ancient ;
She has deceiv'd her father, and may thee.
Iago. O villanous; I have looked upon the world for four times seven years, and since I could distinguish betwixt a benefit and an injury, 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 fond; but it is not in my virtue to amend it.
Iago. 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 hyssop and weed up thyme, supply it with one gender of herbs or distract it with many, either to have it sterile 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. 337
Rod. It cannot be.
lago. 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 cables of perdurable toughness; I could never better stead thee than now. Put money in thy purse; follow these wars; defeat thy favour with an un. 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 he his to her: it was a violent commencement in her, and thou shalt see an answerable sequestration; put but money in thy purse. These Moors are changeable in 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 with 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 canst. 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?
Iago. 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 thyself a pleasure, me a sport. There are many events in the womb of time which will be delivered. Traverse; go: provide thy money. We will have more of this to-morrow. Adieu.
Rod. Where shall we meet i' the morning? Iago. At my lodging.
Rod. I'll be with thee betimes.
Iago. No more of drowning, do you hear?
If I would time expend with such a snipe
Yet I, for mere suspicion in that kind,
I have 't; it is engender'd: hell and night
SCENE I.-A Sea-port Town in Cyprus. An Open Place near the Quay.
Enter MONTANO and two Gentlemen.
Mon. What from the cape can you discern at sea?
First Gent. Nothing at all: it is a highwrought flood;
I cannot 'twixt the heaven and the main
Mon. Methinks the wind hath spoke aloud at land;
A fuller blast ne'er shook our battlements;
Can hold the mortise? What shall we hear of this?
Second Gent. A segregation of the Turkish fleet;
For do but stand upon the foaming shore, The chidden billow seems to pelt the clouds ;