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unbitted1 lust; whereof I take this, that you calllove, to be a sect,2 or scion.

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 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 bis to her : it was a violent commencement, and thou shalt see an apswerable 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 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?

lago. Thou art sure of me;-Go, make money: (1) Unbridled. (2) A sect is what the gardeners call a cutting. (3) Change your countenance with a false beard. (4) Wandering

my land.

-I have told thee often, and 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, and 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?
lago. At my lodging.
Rod. I'll be with thee betimes.
Iago. Go to; farewell. Do you hear, Roderigo?
Rod. What say you?
Iago. No more of drowning, do you hear?
Rod. I am changed. I'll sell all

Iago. Go to; farewell: put money enough in your purse.

(Exit Roderigo.
Thus do I ever make my fool my purse :
For I mine own gain'd knowledge should profane,
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 my sheets
He has done my office : Í know not if'i be true ;
But I, for mere suspicion in that kind,
Will do, as if for surety. He holds2 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 ;
A double knavery,-How? how - Let me 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 women false.
The Moor is of a free and open nature,
That thinks men honest, that but seem to be so;
And will as tenderly be led by the nose,

(1) An ancient military word.of command.
(2) Esteems.

As asses are.
I have't;

it is engender'd :-Hell and night Must bring this monstrous birth to the world's light.

[Exit.

ACT II. SCENE I.-A sea-port town in Cyprus. A plat

form. 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 flood; I cannot, 'twixt the heaven and the main, Descry a sail. Mon. Methinks, the wind hath spoke aloud at

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

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 monstrous

main,
Seems to cast water on the burning bear,2
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 Be not inshelter'd and embay'd, they are drown'd; It is impossible they bear it out.

Enter a third Gentleman.
3 Gent. News, lords ! our wars are done;

(1) Separation.
(2) The constellation near the polar star.

The desperate tempest hath so bang'd the Turks,
That their designment halts: A noble ship of Venice
Hath seen a grievous wreck and sufferance
On most part of their fleet.
Mon.

- How ! is this true ? 3 Gent. The ship is here put in, A Veronese; 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 parted With foul and violent tempest. Mon.

'Pray heaven he be ;
For I have serv'd him, and the man commands
Like a fulll soldier. Let's to the sea-side, ho!
As well to see the vessel that's come in,
As to 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.

Enter Cassio.
Cas. Thanks to the valiant of this warlike isle,
That so approve the Moor; O let the heavens
Give him defence against the elements,
For I have lost him

on a dangerous sea, Mon. Is he well shipp'd ? Cas. His bark is stoutly timber'd, and his pilot of very expert and approv'd allowance;? Therefore my hopes, not surfeited to death, Stand in bold cure.

(1) Complete

Allowed and approved expertness.

(Within.] A sail, a sail, a sail !

Enter another Gentleman. Cas. What noise ?

4 Gent. The town is empty: on the brow o'the sea Stand ranks of people, and they cry—a sail.

Cas. My hopes do shape him for the governor.
2 Gent. They do discharge their shot of courtesy;

(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 fortunately : he hath achiev'd a maid
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 lago, ancient to the general.
Cas. He has had most favourable and happy speed:
Tempests themselves, high seas, and howling winds,
The gutter'd rocks, and congregated sands,
Traitors ensteep'd to clog the guiltless knell,-
As having sense of beauty, do omit
Their mortall natures, letting go safely by
The divine Desdemona.
Mon.

What is she?
Cas. She that I spake of, our great captain's

captain,
Left in the conduct of the bold lago;
Whose footing here anticipates our thoughts,
A se'nnight's speed.-Great Jove, Othello guard,
And swell his sail with thine own powerful breath ;
That he may bless this bay with his tall ship,

(1) Deadly, destructive.

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