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unbitted? 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 : 1 could never better stead thee than now. Put money in thy purse; follow these wars; defeat thy favour with an usurped beard ;3 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 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 erringe 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 pos of drowning thyself! it is clean out of the way; thou rather to be banged 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.


-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, 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.

Rod. Where shall we meet i'the morning?
Iago. 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 my land.

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 : I know not if't 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,

An ancient military word.of command.

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



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 wiņd 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

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.

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.
12) The constellation near the polar star.

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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.

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.

'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;2.
Therefore my hopes, not surfeited to death,
Stand in bold cure.

(1) Complete.
(2) Allowed and approved expertoess.

(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.


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

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.

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

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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