Speeches (Lines) for Iago in "The Tragedy of Othello; or, The Moor of Venice"

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1 I / 1
  • 'Sblood, but you will not hear me:
    If ever I did dream of such a matter, Abh...
  • 'Sblood, but you will not hear me:
    If ever I did dream of such a matter, Abhor me.
  • Roderigo. Tush! never tell me; I take it much unkindly
    That thou, Iago, who hast had my purse
    As if the strings were thine, shouldst know of this.

    Iago. 'Sblood, but you will not hear me:
    If ever I did dream of such a matter, Abhor me.

2 I / 1
  • Despise me, if I do not. Three great ones of the city,
    In personal suit to m...
  • Despise me, if I do not. Three great ones of the city,
    In personal suit to make me his lieutenant,
    Off-capp'd to him: and, by the faith of man,
    I know my price, I am worth no worse a place:
    But he; as loving his own pride and purposes,
    Evades them, with a bombast circumstance
    Horribly stuff'd with epithets of war;
    And, in conclusion,
    Nonsuits my mediators; for, 'Certes,' says he,
    'I have already chose my officer.'
    And what was he?
    Forsooth, a great arithmetician,
    One Michael Cassio, a Florentine,
    A fellow almost damn'd in a fair wife;
    That never set a squadron in the field,
    Nor the division of a battle knows
    More than a spinster; unless the bookish theoric,
    Wherein the toged consuls can propose
    As masterly as he: mere prattle, without practise,
    Is all his soldiership. But he, sir, had the election:
    And I, of whom his eyes had seen the proof
    At Rhodes, at Cyprus and on other grounds
    Christian and heathen, must be be-lee'd and calm'd
    By debitor and creditor: this counter-caster,
    He, in good time, must his lieutenant be,
    And I--God bless the mark!--his Moorship's ancient.
  • Roderigo. Thou told'st me thou didst hold him in thy hate.

    Iago. Despise me, if I do not. Three great ones of the city,
    In personal suit to make me his lieutenant,
    Off-capp'd to him: and, by the faith of man,
    I know my price, I am worth no worse a place:
    But he; as loving his own pride and purposes,
    Evades them, with a bombast circumstance
    Horribly stuff'd with epithets of war;
    And, in conclusion,
    Nonsuits my mediators; for, 'Certes,' says he,
    'I have already chose my officer.'
    And what was he?
    Forsooth, a great arithmetician,
    One Michael Cassio, a Florentine,
    A fellow almost damn'd in a fair wife;
    That never set a squadron in the field,
    Nor the division of a battle knows
    More than a spinster; unless the bookish theoric,
    Wherein the toged consuls can propose
    As masterly as he: mere prattle, without practise,
    Is all his soldiership. But he, sir, had the election:
    And I, of whom his eyes had seen the proof
    At Rhodes, at Cyprus and on other grounds
    Christian and heathen, must be be-lee'd and calm'd
    By debitor and creditor: this counter-caster,
    He, in good time, must his lieutenant be,
    And I--God bless the mark!--his Moorship's ancient.

3 I / 1
  • Why, there's no remedy; 'tis the curse of service,
    Preferment goes by letter...
  • Why, there's no remedy; 'tis the curse of service,
    Preferment goes by letter and affection,
    And not by old gradation, where each second
    Stood heir to the first. Now, sir, be judge yourself,
    Whether I in any just term am affined
    To love the Moor.
  • Roderigo. By heaven, I rather would have been his hangman.

    Iago. Why, there's no remedy; 'tis the curse of service,
    Preferment goes by letter and affection,
    And not by old gradation, where each second
    Stood heir to the first. Now, sir, be judge yourself,
    Whether I in any just term am affined
    To love the Moor.

4 I / 1
  • O, sir, content you;
    I follow him to serve my turn upon him:
    We cannot a...
  • O, sir, content you;
    I follow him to serve my turn upon him:
    We cannot all be masters, nor all masters
    Cannot be truly follow'd. You shall mark
    Many a duteous and knee-crooking knave,
    That, doting on his own obsequious bondage,
    Wears out his time, much like his master's ass,
    For nought but provender, and when he's old, cashier'd:
    Whip me such honest knaves. Others there are
    Who, trimm'd in forms and visages of duty,
    Keep yet their hearts attending on themselves,
    And, throwing but shows of service on their lords,
    Do well thrive by them and when they have lined
    their coats
    Do themselves homage: these fellows have some soul;
    And such a one do I profess myself. For, sir,
    It is as sure as you are Roderigo,
    Were I the Moor, I would not be Iago:
    In following him, I follow but myself;
    Heaven is my judge, not I for love and duty,
    But seeming so, for my peculiar end:
    For when my outward action doth demonstrate
    The native act and figure of my heart
    In compliment extern, 'tis not long after
    But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve
    For daws to peck at: I am not what I am.
  • Roderigo. I would not follow him then.

    Iago. O, sir, content you;
    I follow him to serve my turn upon him:
    We cannot all be masters, nor all masters
    Cannot be truly follow'd. You shall mark
    Many a duteous and knee-crooking knave,
    That, doting on his own obsequious bondage,
    Wears out his time, much like his master's ass,
    For nought but provender, and when he's old, cashier'd:
    Whip me such honest knaves. Others there are
    Who, trimm'd in forms and visages of duty,
    Keep yet their hearts attending on themselves,
    And, throwing but shows of service on their lords,
    Do well thrive by them and when they have lined
    their coats
    Do themselves homage: these fellows have some soul;
    And such a one do I profess myself. For, sir,
    It is as sure as you are Roderigo,
    Were I the Moor, I would not be Iago:
    In following him, I follow but myself;
    Heaven is my judge, not I for love and duty,
    But seeming so, for my peculiar end:
    For when my outward action doth demonstrate
    The native act and figure of my heart
    In compliment extern, 'tis not long after
    But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve
    For daws to peck at: I am not what I am.

5 I / 1
  • Call up her father,
    Rouse him: make after him, poison his delight,
    Procl...
  • Call up her father,
    Rouse him: make after him, poison his delight,
    Proclaim him in the streets; incense her kinsmen,
    And, though he in a fertile climate dwell,
    Plague him with flies: though that his joy be joy,
    Yet throw such changes of vexation on't,
    As it may lose some colour.
  • Roderigo. What a full fortune does the thicklips owe
    If he can carry't thus!

    Iago. Call up her father,
    Rouse him: make after him, poison his delight,
    Proclaim him in the streets; incense her kinsmen,
    And, though he in a fertile climate dwell,
    Plague him with flies: though that his joy be joy,
    Yet throw such changes of vexation on't,
    As it may lose some colour.

6 I / 1
  • Do, with like timorous accent and dire yell
    As when, by night and negligence...
  • Do, with like timorous accent and dire yell
    As when, by night and negligence, the fire
    Is spied in populous cities.
  • Roderigo. Here is her father's house; I'll call aloud.

    Iago. Do, with like timorous accent and dire yell
    As when, by night and negligence, the fire
    Is spied in populous cities.

7 I / 1
  • Awake! what, ho, Brabantio! thieves! thieves! thieves!
    Look to your house, y...
  • Awake! what, ho, Brabantio! thieves! thieves! thieves!
    Look to your house, your daughter and your bags!
    Thieves! thieves!
  • Roderigo. What, ho, Brabantio! Signior Brabantio, ho!

    Iago. Awake! what, ho, Brabantio! thieves! thieves! thieves!
    Look to your house, your daughter and your bags!
    Thieves! thieves!

8 I / 1
  • Are your doors lock'd?
  • Are your doors lock'd?
  • Roderigo. Signior, is all your family within?

    Iago. Are your doors lock'd?

9 I / 1
  • 'Zounds, sir, you're robb'd; for shame, put on
    your gown;
    Your heart is...
  • 'Zounds, sir, you're robb'd; for shame, put on
    your gown;
    Your heart is burst, you have lost half your soul;
    Even now, now, very now, an old black ram
    Is topping your white ewe. Arise, arise;
    Awake the snorting citizens with the bell,
    Or else the devil will make a grandsire of you:
    Arise, I say.
  • Brabantio. Why, wherefore ask you this?

    Iago. 'Zounds, sir, you're robb'd; for shame, put on
    your gown;
    Your heart is burst, you have lost half your soul;
    Even now, now, very now, an old black ram
    Is topping your white ewe. Arise, arise;
    Awake the snorting citizens with the bell,
    Or else the devil will make a grandsire of you:
    Arise, I say.

10 I / 1
  • 'Zounds, sir, you are one of those that will not
    serve God, if the devil bid...
  • 'Zounds, sir, you are one of those that will not
    serve God, if the devil bid you. Because we come to
    do you service and you think we are ruffians, you'll
    have your daughter covered with a Barbary horse;
    you'll have your nephews neigh to you; you'll have
    coursers for cousins and gennets for germans.
  • Roderigo. Most grave Brabantio,
    In simple and pure soul I come to you.

    Iago. 'Zounds, sir, you are one of those that will not
    serve God, if the devil bid you. Because we come to
    do you service and you think we are ruffians, you'll
    have your daughter covered with a Barbary horse;
    you'll have your nephews neigh to you; you'll have
    coursers for cousins and gennets for germans.

11 I / 1
  • I am one, sir, that comes to tell you your daughter
    and the Moor are now mak...
  • I am one, sir, that comes to tell you your daughter
    and the Moor are now making the beast with two backs.
  • Brabantio. What profane wretch art thou?

    Iago. I am one, sir, that comes to tell you your daughter
    and the Moor are now making the beast with two backs.

12 I / 1
  • You are--a senator.
  • You are--a senator.
  • Brabantio. Thou art a villain.

    Iago. You are--a senator.

13 I / 1
  • Farewell; for I must leave you:
    It seems not meet, nor wholesome to my place...
  • Farewell; for I must leave you:
    It seems not meet, nor wholesome to my place,
    To be produced--as, if I stay, I shall--
    Against the Moor: for, I do know, the state,
    However this may gall him with some cheque,
    Cannot with safety cast him, for he's embark'd
    With such loud reason to the Cyprus wars,
    Which even now stand in act, that, for their souls,
    Another of his fathom they have none,
    To lead their business: in which regard,
    Though I do hate him as I do hell-pains.
    Yet, for necessity of present life,
    I must show out a flag and sign of love,
    Which is indeed but sign. That you shall surely find him,
    Lead to the Sagittary the raised search;
    And there will I be with him. So, farewell.
  • Brabantio. Strike on the tinder, ho!
    Give me a taper! call up all my people!
    This accident is not unlike my dream:
    Belief of it oppresses me already.
    Light, I say! light!

    Iago. Farewell; for I must leave you:
    It seems not meet, nor wholesome to my place,
    To be produced--as, if I stay, I shall--
    Against the Moor: for, I do know, the state,
    However this may gall him with some cheque,
    Cannot with safety cast him, for he's embark'd
    With such loud reason to the Cyprus wars,
    Which even now stand in act, that, for their souls,
    Another of his fathom they have none,
    To lead their business: in which regard,
    Though I do hate him as I do hell-pains.
    Yet, for necessity of present life,
    I must show out a flag and sign of love,
    Which is indeed but sign. That you shall surely find him,
    Lead to the Sagittary the raised search;
    And there will I be with him. So, farewell.

14 I / 2
  • Though in the trade of war I have slain men,
    Yet do I hold it very stuff o'...
  • Though in the trade of war I have slain men,
    Yet do I hold it very stuff o' the conscience
    To do no contrived murder: I lack iniquity
    Sometimes to do me service: nine or ten times
    I had thought to have yerk'd him here under the ribs.
  • Brabantio. Pray you, lead on. At every house I'll call;
    I may command at most. Get weapons, ho!
    And raise some special officers of night.
    On, good Roderigo: I'll deserve your pains.

    Iago. Though in the trade of war I have slain men,
    Yet do I hold it very stuff o' the conscience
    To do no contrived murder: I lack iniquity
    Sometimes to do me service: nine or ten times
    I had thought to have yerk'd him here under the ribs.

15 I / 2
  • Nay, but he prated,
    And spoke such scurvy and provoking terms
    Against yo...
  • Nay, but he prated,
    And spoke such scurvy and provoking terms
    Against your honour
    That, with the little godliness I have,
    I did full hard forbear him. But, I pray you, sir,
    Are you fast married? Be assured of this,
    That the magnifico is much beloved,
    And hath in his effect a voice potential
    As double as the duke's: he will divorce you;
    Or put upon you what restraint and grievance
    The law, with all his might to enforce it on,
    Will give him cable.
  • Othello. 'Tis better as it is.

    Iago. Nay, but he prated,
    And spoke such scurvy and provoking terms
    Against your honour
    That, with the little godliness I have,
    I did full hard forbear him. But, I pray you, sir,
    Are you fast married? Be assured of this,
    That the magnifico is much beloved,
    And hath in his effect a voice potential
    As double as the duke's: he will divorce you;
    Or put upon you what restraint and grievance
    The law, with all his might to enforce it on,
    Will give him cable.

16 I / 2
  • Those are the raised father and his friends:
    You were best go in.
  • Those are the raised father and his friends:
    You were best go in.
  • Othello. Let him do his spite:
    My services which I have done the signiory
    Shall out-tongue his complaints. 'Tis yet to know,--
    Which, when I know that boasting is an honour,
    I shall promulgate--I fetch my life and being
    From men of royal siege, and my demerits
    May speak unbonneted to as proud a fortune
    As this that I have reach'd: for know, Iago,
    But that I love the gentle Desdemona,
    I would not my unhoused free condition
    Put into circumscription and confine
    For the sea's worth. But, look! what lights come yond?

    Iago. Those are the raised father and his friends:
    You were best go in.

17 I / 2
  • By Janus, I think no.
  • By Janus, I think no.
  • Othello. Not I. I must be found:
    My parts, my title and my perfect soul
    Shall manifest me rightly. Is it they?

    Iago. By Janus, I think no.

18 I / 2
  • 'Faith, he to-night hath boarded a land carack:
    If it prove lawful prize, he...
  • 'Faith, he to-night hath boarded a land carack:
    If it prove lawful prize, he's made for ever.
  • Cassio. Ancient, what makes he here?

    Iago. 'Faith, he to-night hath boarded a land carack:
    If it prove lawful prize, he's made for ever.

19 I / 2
  • He's married.
  • He's married.
  • Cassio. I do not understand.

    Iago. He's married.

20 I / 2
  • Marry, to--Come, captain, will you go?
  • Marry, to--Come, captain, will you go?
  • Cassio. To who?

    Iago. Marry, to--Come, captain, will you go?

21 I / 2
  • It is Brabantio. General, be advised;
    He comes to bad intent.
  • It is Brabantio. General, be advised;
    He comes to bad intent.
  • Cassio. Here comes another troop to seek for you.

    Iago. It is Brabantio. General, be advised;
    He comes to bad intent.

22 I / 2
  • You, Roderigo! come, sir, I am for you.
  • You, Roderigo! come, sir, I am for you.
  • Brabantio. Down with him, thief!

    Iago. You, Roderigo! come, sir, I am for you.

23 I / 3
  • What say'st thou, noble heart?
  • What say'st thou, noble heart?
  • Roderigo. Iago,--

    Iago. What say'st thou, noble heart?

24 I / 3
  • Why, go to bed, and sleep.
  • Why, go to bed, and sleep.
  • Roderigo. What will I do, thinkest thou?

    Iago. Why, go to bed, and sleep.

25 I / 3
  • If thou dost, I shall never love thee after. Why,
    thou silly gentleman!
  • If thou dost, I shall never love thee after. Why,
    thou silly gentleman!
  • Roderigo. I will incontinently drown myself.

    Iago. If thou dost, I shall never love thee after. Why,
    thou silly gentleman!

26 I / 3
  • O villainous! I have looked upon the world for four
    times seven years; and s...
  • O villainous! 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 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.
  • Roderigo. It is silliness to live when to live is torment; and
    then have we a prescription to die when death is our physician.

    Iago. O villainous! 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 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.

27 I / 3
  • Virtue! a fig! 'tis in ourselves that we are thus
    or thus. Our bodies are ou...
  • 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.
  • Roderigo. 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.

28 I / 3
  • It is merely a lust of the blood and a permission of
    the will. Come, be a ma...
  • 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 thou the 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
    his 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 erring barbarian and a supersubtle Venetian 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.
  • Roderigo. It cannot be.

    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
    cables of perdurable toughness; I could never
    better stead thee than now. Put money in thy
    purse; follow thou the 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
    his 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 erring barbarian and a supersubtle Venetian 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.

29 I / 3
  • Thou art sure of me:--go, make money:--I have told
    thee often, and I re-tell...
  • 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.
  • Roderigo. 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.

30 I / 3
  • At my lodging.
  • At my lodging.
  • Roderigo. Where shall we meet i' the morning?

    Iago. At my lodging.

31 I / 3
  • Go to; farewell. Do you hear, Roderigo?
  • Go to; farewell. Do you hear, Roderigo?
  • Roderigo. I'll be with thee betimes.

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

32 I / 3
  • No more of drowning, do you hear?
  • No more of drowning, do you hear?
  • Roderigo. What say you?

    Iago. No more of drowning, do you hear?

33 I / 3
  • Thus do I ever make my fool my purse:
    For I mine own gain'd knowledge should...
  • 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 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
    In double knavery--How, how? Let's 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, framed 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
    As asses are.
    I have't. It is engender'd. Hell and night
    Must bring this monstrous birth to the world's light.
  • Roderigo. I am changed: I'll go sell all my land.

    Iago. 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 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
    In double knavery--How, how? Let's 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, framed 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
    As asses are.
    I have't. It is engender'd. Hell and night
    Must bring this monstrous birth to the world's light.

34 II / 1
  • Sir, would she give you so much of her lips
    As of her tongue she oft bestows...
  • Sir, would she give you so much of her lips
    As of her tongue she oft bestows on me,
    You'll have enough.
  • Cassio. See for the news.
    [Exit Gentleman]
    Good ancient, you are welcome.
    [To EMILIA]
    Welcome, mistress.
    Let it not gall your patience, good Iago,
    That I extend my manners; 'tis my breeding
    That gives me this bold show of courtesy.

    Iago. Sir, would she give you so much of her lips
    As of her tongue she oft bestows on me,
    You'll have enough.

35 II / 1
  • In faith, too much;
    I find it still, when I have list to sleep:
    Marry, b...
  • 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.
  • Desdemona. Alas, she has no speech.

    Iago. 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.

36 II / 1
  • Come on, come on; you are pictures out of doors,
    Bells in your parlors, wild...
  • Come on, come on; you are pictures out of doors,
    Bells in your parlors, wild-cats in your kitchens,
    Saints m your injuries, devils being offended,
    Players in your housewifery, and housewives' in your beds.
  • Emilia. You have little cause to say so.

    Iago. Come on, come on; you are pictures out of doors,
    Bells in your parlors, wild-cats in your kitchens,
    Saints m your injuries, devils being offended,
    Players in your housewifery, and housewives' in your beds.

37 II / 1
  • Nay, it is true, or else I am a Turk:
    You rise to play and go to bed to work...
  • Nay, it is true, or else I am a Turk:
    You rise to play and go to bed to work.
  • Desdemona. O, fie upon thee, slanderer!

    Iago. Nay, it is true, or else I am a Turk:
    You rise to play and go to bed to work.

38 II / 1
  • No, let me not.
  • No, let me not.
  • Emilia. You shall not write my praise.

    Iago. No, let me not.

39 II / 1
  • O gentle lady, do not put me to't;
    For I am nothing, if not critical.
  • O gentle lady, do not put me to't;
    For I am nothing, if not critical.
  • Desdemona. What wouldst thou write of me, if thou shouldst
    praise me?

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

40 II / 1
  • Ay, madam.
  • Ay, madam.
  • Desdemona. Come on assay. There's one gone to the harbour?

    Iago. Ay, madam.

41 II / 1
  • I am about it; but indeed my invention
    Comes from my pate as birdlime does f...
  • I am about it; but indeed my invention
    Comes from my pate as birdlime does from frize;
    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.
  • Desdemona. I am not merry; but I do beguile
    The thing I am, by seeming otherwise.
    Come, how wouldst thou praise me?

    Iago. I am about it; but indeed my invention
    Comes from my pate as birdlime does from frize;
    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.

42 II / 1
  • If she be black, and thereto have a wit,
    She'll find a white that shall her...
  • If she be black, and thereto have a wit,
    She'll find a white that shall her blackness fit.
  • Desdemona. Well praised! How if she be black and witty?

    Iago. If she be black, and thereto have a wit,
    She'll find a white that shall her blackness fit.

43 II / 1
  • She never yet was foolish that was fair;
    For even her folly help'd her to an...
  • She never yet was foolish that was fair;
    For even her folly help'd her to an heir.
  • Emilia. How if fair and foolish?

    Iago. She never yet was foolish that was fair;
    For even her folly help'd her to an heir.

44 II / 1
  • There's none so foul and foolish thereunto,
    But does foul pranks which fair...
  • There's none so foul and foolish thereunto,
    But does foul pranks which fair and wise ones do.
  • Desdemona. These are old fond paradoxes to make fools laugh i'
    the alehouse. What miserable praise hast thou for
    her that's foul and foolish?

    Iago. There's none so foul and foolish thereunto,
    But does foul pranks which fair and wise ones do.

45 II / 1
  • She that was ever fair and never proud,
    Had tongue at will and yet was never...
  • She that was ever fair and never proud,
    Had tongue at will and yet was never loud,
    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 nigh,
    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 mind,
    See suitors following and not look behind,
    She was a wight, if ever such wight were,--
  • Desdemona. O heavy ignorance! thou praisest the worst best.
    But what praise couldst thou bestow on a deserving
    woman indeed, one that, in the authority of her
    merit, did justly put on the vouch of very malice itself?

    Iago. She that was ever fair and never proud,
    Had tongue at will and yet was never loud,
    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 nigh,
    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 mind,
    See suitors following and not look behind,
    She was a wight, if ever such wight were,--

46 II / 1
  • To suckle fools and chronicle small beer.
  • To suckle fools and chronicle small beer.
  • Desdemona. To do what?

    Iago. To suckle fools and chronicle small beer.

47 II / 1
  • [Aside] He takes her by the palm: ay, well said,
    whisper: with as little a w...
  • [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 within]
    The Moor! I know his trumpet.
  • Cassio. He speaks home, madam: You may relish him more in
    the soldier than in the scholar.

    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 within]
    The Moor! I know his trumpet.

48 II / 1
  • [Aside] O, you are well tuned now!
    But I'll set down the pegs that make this...
  • [Aside] O, you are well tuned now!
    But I'll set down the pegs that make this music,
    As honest as I am.
  • Othello. Amen to that, sweet powers!
    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!

    Iago. [Aside] O, you are well tuned now!
    But I'll set down the pegs that make this music,
    As honest as I am.

49 II / 1
  • Do thou meet me presently at the harbour. Come
    hither. If thou be'st valiant...
  • Do thou meet me presently at the harbour. 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 native to them--list me. The
    lieutenant tonight watches on the court of
    guard:--first, I must tell thee this--Desdemona is
    directly in love with him.
  • Othello. Come, let us to the castle.
    News, friends; our wars are done, the Turks
    are drown'd.
    How does my old acquaintance of this isle?
    Honey, you shall be well desired in Cyprus;
    I have found great love amongst them. O my sweet,
    I prattle out of fashion, and I dote
    In mine own comforts. I prithee, 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, Desdemona,
    Once more, well met at Cyprus.

    Iago. Do thou meet me presently at the harbour. 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 native to them--list me. The
    lieutenant tonight watches on the court of
    guard:--first, I must tell thee this--Desdemona is
    directly in love with him.

50 II / 1
  • Lay thy finger thus, and let thy soul be instructed.
    Mark me with what viole...
  • 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
    eminent 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 slipper and subtle knave, a
    finder 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.
  • Roderigo. With him! why, 'tis not possible.

    Iago. 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
    eminent 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 slipper and subtle knave, a
    finder 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.

51 II / 1
  • Blessed fig's-end! the wine she drinks is made of
    grapes: if she had been bl...
  • 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?
  • Roderigo. I cannot believe that in her; she's full of
    most blessed condition.

    Iago. 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?

52 II / 1
  • Lechery, by this hand; an index and obscure prologue
    to the history of lust...
  • 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. Villanous thoughts, Roderigo! when these
    mutualities so marshal the way, hard at hand comes
    the master and main exercise, the 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.
  • Roderigo. 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. Villanous thoughts, Roderigo! when these
    mutualities so marshal the way, hard at hand comes
    the master and main exercise, the 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.

53 II / 1
  • Sir, he is rash and very sudden in choler, and haply
    may strike at you: prov...
  • Sir, he is rash and very sudden in choler, and haply
    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.
  • Roderigo. Well.

    Iago. Sir, he is rash and very sudden in choler, and haply
    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.

54 II / 1
  • I warrant thee. Meet me by and by at the citadel:
    I must fetch his necessari...
  • I warrant thee. Meet me by and by at the citadel:
    I must fetch his necessaries ashore. Farewell.
  • Roderigo. 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.

55 II / 1
  • That Cassio loves her, I do well believe it;
    That she loves him, 'tis apt an...
  • 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 inwards;
    And nothing can or shall content my soul
    Till I am even'd 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 do,
    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 reward me.
    For making him egregiously an ass
    And practising upon his peace and quiet
    Even to madness. 'Tis here, but yet confused:
    Knavery's plain face is never seen tin used.
  • Roderigo. Adieu.

    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 inwards;
    And nothing can or shall content my soul
    Till I am even'd 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 do,
    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 reward me.
    For making him egregiously an ass
    And practising upon his peace and quiet
    Even to madness. 'Tis here, but yet confused:
    Knavery's plain face is never seen tin used.

56 II / 3
  • Not this hour, lieutenant; 'tis not yet ten o' the
    clock. Our general cast u...
  • Not this hour, lieutenant; 'tis not yet ten o' the
    clock. Our general cast us thus early for the love
    of his Desdemona; who let us not therefore blame:
    he hath not yet made wanton the night with her; and
    she is sport for Jove.
  • Cassio. Welcome, Iago; we must to the watch.

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

57 II / 3
  • And, I'll warrant her, fun of game.
  • And, I'll warrant her, fun of game.
  • Cassio. She's a most exquisite lady.

    Iago. And, I'll warrant her, fun of game.

58 II / 3
  • What an eye she has! methinks it sounds a parley of
    provocation.
  • What an eye she has! methinks it sounds a parley of
    provocation.
  • Cassio. Indeed, she's a most fresh and delicate creature.

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

59 II / 3
  • And when she speaks, is it not an alarum to love?
  • And when she speaks, is it not an alarum to love?
  • Cassio. An inviting eye; and yet methinks right modest.

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

60 II / 3
  • Well, happiness to their sheets! Come, lieutenant, I
    have a stoup of wine; a...
  • 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 black Othello.
  • Cassio. She is indeed perfection.

    Iago. 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 black Othello.

61 II / 3
  • O, they are our friends; but one cup: I'll drink for
    you.
  • O, they are our friends; but one cup: I'll drink for
    you.
  • Cassio. 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.

62 II / 3
  • What, man! 'tis a night of revels: the gallants
    desire it.
  • What, man! 'tis a night of revels: the gallants
    desire it.
  • Cassio. I have drunk but one cup to-night, and that was
    craftily qualified too, and, behold, what innovation
    it makes here: I am unfortunate in the infirmity,
    and dare not task my weakness with any more.

    Iago. What, man! 'tis a night of revels: the gallants
    desire it.

63 II / 3
  • Here at the door; I pray you, call them in.
  • Here at the door; I pray you, call them in.
  • Cassio. Where are they?

    Iago. Here at the door; I pray you, call them in.

64 II / 3
  • If I can fasten but one cup upon him,
    With that which he hath drunk to-night...
  • If I can fasten but one cup upon him,
    With that which he hath drunk to-night already,
    He'll be as full of quarrel and offence
    As my young mistress' dog. Now, my sick fool Roderigo,
    Whom love hath turn'd almost the wrong side out,
    To Desdemona hath to-night caroused
    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,
    And they watch too. Now, 'mongst this flock of drunkards,
    Am I to put our Cassio in some action
    That may offend the isle.--But here they come:
    If consequence do but approve my dream,
    My boat sails freely, both with wind and stream.
  • Cassio. I'll do't; but it dislikes me.

    Iago. If I can fasten but one cup upon him,
    With that which he hath drunk to-night already,
    He'll be as full of quarrel and offence
    As my young mistress' dog. Now, my sick fool Roderigo,
    Whom love hath turn'd almost the wrong side out,
    To Desdemona hath to-night caroused
    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,
    And they watch too. Now, 'mongst this flock of drunkards,
    Am I to put our Cassio in some action
    That may offend the isle.--But here they come:
    If consequence do but approve my dream,
    My boat sails freely, both with wind and stream.

65 II / 3
  • Some wine, ho!
    [Sings]
    And let me the canakin clink, clink;
    And let...
  • Some wine, ho!
    [Sings]
    And let me the canakin clink, clink;
    And let me the canakin clink
    A soldier's a man;
    A life's but a span;
    Why, then, let a soldier drink.
    Some wine, boys!
  • Montano. Good faith, a little one; not past a pint, as I am
    a soldier.

    Iago. Some wine, ho!
    [Sings]
    And let me the canakin clink, clink;
    And let me the canakin clink
    A soldier's a man;
    A life's but a span;
    Why, then, let a soldier drink.
    Some wine, boys!

66 II / 3
  • I learned it in England, where, indeed, they are
    most potent in potting: you...
  • I learned it in England, where, indeed, they are
    most potent in potting: your Dane, your German, and
    your swag-bellied Hollander--Drink, ho!--are nothing
    to your English.
  • Cassio. 'Fore God, an excellent song.

    Iago. I learned it in England, where, indeed, they are
    most potent in potting: your Dane, your German, and
    your swag-bellied Hollander--Drink, ho!--are nothing
    to your English.

67 II / 3
  • Why, he drinks you, with facility, your Dane dead
    drunk; he sweats not to ov...
  • 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.
  • Cassio. 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.

68 II / 3
  • O sweet England!
    King Stephen was a worthy peer,
    His breeches cost him b...
  • O sweet England!
    King Stephen was a worthy peer,
    His 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 take thine auld cloak about thee.
    Some wine, ho!
  • Montano. I am for it, lieutenant; and I'll do you justice.

    Iago. O sweet England!
    King Stephen was a worthy peer,
    His 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 take thine auld cloak about thee.
    Some wine, ho!

69 II / 3
  • Will you hear't again?
  • Will you hear't again?
  • Cassio. Why, this is a more exquisite song than the other.

    Iago. Will you hear't again?

70 II / 3
  • It's true, good lieutenant.
  • It's true, good lieutenant.
  • Cassio. No; for I hold him to be unworthy of his place that
    does those things. Well, God's above all; and there
    be souls must be saved, and there be souls must not be saved.

    Iago. It's true, good lieutenant.

71 II / 3
  • And so do I too, lieutenant.
  • And so do I too, lieutenant.
  • Cassio. For mine own part,--no offence to the general, nor
    any man of quality,--I hope to be saved.

    Iago. And so do I too, lieutenant.

72 II / 3
  • You see this fellow that is gone before;
    He is a soldier fit to stand by Cae...
  • You see this fellow that is gone before;
    He is a soldier fit to stand by Caesar
    And give direction: and do but see his vice;
    'Tis to his virtue a just equinox,
    The one as long as the other: 'tis pity of him.
    I fear the trust Othello puts him in.
    On some odd time of his infirmity,
    Will shake this island.
  • Montano. 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 Caesar
    And give direction: and do but see his vice;
    'Tis to his virtue a just equinox,
    The one as long as the other: 'tis pity of him.
    I fear the trust Othello puts him in.
    On some odd time of his infirmity,
    Will shake this island.

73 II / 3
  • 'Tis evermore the prologue to his sleep:
    He'll watch the horologe a double s...
  • 'Tis evermore the prologue to his sleep:
    He'll watch the horologe a double set,
    If drink rock not his cradle.
  • Montano. 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.

74 II / 3
  • [Aside to him] How now, Roderigo!
    I pray you, after the lieutenant; go.
  • [Aside to him] How now, Roderigo!
    I pray you, after the lieutenant; go.
  • Montano. 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?

    Iago. [Aside to him] How now, Roderigo!
    I pray you, after the lieutenant; go.

75 II / 3
  • Not I, for this fair island:
    I do love Cassio well; and would do much
    To...
  • Not I, for this fair island:
    I do love Cassio well; and would do much
    To cure him of this evil--But, hark! what noise?
  • Montano. And 'tis great pity that the noble Moor
    Should hazard such a place as his own second
    With one of an ingraft infirmity:
    It were an honest action to say
    So to the Moor.

    Iago. Not I, for this fair island:
    I do love Cassio well; and would do much
    To cure him of this evil--But, hark! what noise?

76 II / 3
  • [Aside to RODERIGO] Away, I say; go out, and cry a mutiny.
    [Exit RODERIGO] <...
  • [Aside to RODERIGO] Away, I say; go out, and cry a mutiny.
    [Exit RODERIGO]
    Nay, good lieutenant,--alas, gentlemen;--
    Help, ho!--Lieutenant,--sir,--Montano,--sir;
    Help, masters!--Here's a goodly watch indeed!
    [Bell rings]
    Who's that which rings the bell?--Diablo, ho!
    The town will rise: God's will, lieutenant, hold!
    You will be shamed for ever.
  • Cassio. Drunk!

    Iago. [Aside to RODERIGO] Away, I say; go out, and cry a mutiny.
    [Exit RODERIGO]
    Nay, good lieutenant,--alas, gentlemen;--
    Help, ho!--Lieutenant,--sir,--Montano,--sir;
    Help, masters!--Here's a goodly watch indeed!
    [Bell rings]
    Who's that which rings the bell?--Diablo, ho!
    The town will rise: God's will, lieutenant, hold!
    You will be shamed for ever.

77 II / 3
  • Hold, ho! Lieutenant,--sir--Montano,--gentlemen,--
    Have you forgot all sense...
  • Hold, ho! Lieutenant,--sir--Montano,--gentlemen,--
    Have you forgot all sense of place and duty?
    Hold! the general speaks to you; hold, hold, for shame!
  • Othello. Hold, for your lives!

    Iago. Hold, ho! Lieutenant,--sir--Montano,--gentlemen,--
    Have you forgot all sense of place and duty?
    Hold! the general speaks to you; hold, hold, for shame!

78 II / 3
  • I do not know: friends all but now, even now,
    In quarter, and in terms like...
  • I do not know: friends all but now, even now,
    In quarter, and in terms like bride and groom
    Devesting them for bed; and then, but now--
    As if some planet had unwitted men--
    Swords out, and tilting one at other's breast,
    In opposition bloody. I cannot speak
    Any beginning to this peevish odds;
    And would in action glorious I had lost
    Those legs that brought me to a part of it!
  • Othello. Why, how now, ho! from whence ariseth this?
    Are we turn'd Turks, and to ourselves do that
    Which heaven hath forbid the Ottomites?
    For Christian shame, put by this barbarous brawl:
    He that stirs next to carve for his own rage
    Holds his soul light; he dies upon his motion.
    Silence that dreadful bell: it frights the isle
    From her propriety. What is the matter, masters?
    Honest Iago, that look'st dead with grieving,
    Speak, who began this? on thy love, I charge thee.

    Iago. I do not know: friends all but now, even now,
    In quarter, and in terms like bride and groom
    Devesting them for bed; and then, but now--
    As if some planet had unwitted men--
    Swords out, and tilting one at other's breast,
    In opposition bloody. I cannot speak
    Any beginning to this peevish odds;
    And would in action glorious I had lost
    Those legs that brought me to a part of it!

79 II / 3
  • Touch me not so near:
    I had rather have this tongue cut from my mouth
    Th...
  • Touch me not so near:
    I had rather have this tongue cut from my mouth
    Than it should do offence to Michael Cassio;
    Yet, I persuade myself, to speak the truth
    Shall nothing wrong him. Thus it is, general.
    Montano and myself being in speech,
    There comes a fellow crying out for help:
    And Cassio following him with determined sword,
    To execute upon him. Sir, this gentleman
    Steps in to Cassio, and entreats his pause:
    Myself the crying fellow did pursue,
    Lest by his clamour--as it so fell out--
    The town might fall in fright: he, swift of foot,
    Outran my purpose; and I return'd the rather
    For that I heard the clink and fall of swords,
    And Cassio high in oath; which till to-night
    I ne'er might say before. When I came back--
    For this was brief--I found them close together,
    At blow and thrust; even as again they were
    When you yourself did part them.
    More of this matter cannot I report:
    But men are men; the best sometimes forget:
    Though Cassio did some little wrong to him,
    As men in rage strike those that wish them best,
    Yet surely Cassio, I believe, received
    From him that fled some strange indignity,
    Which patience could not pass.
  • Montano. If partially affined, or leagued in office,
    Thou dost deliver more or less than truth,
    Thou art no soldier.

    Iago. Touch me not so near:
    I had rather have this tongue cut from my mouth
    Than it should do offence to Michael Cassio;
    Yet, I persuade myself, to speak the truth
    Shall nothing wrong him. Thus it is, general.
    Montano and myself being in speech,
    There comes a fellow crying out for help:
    And Cassio following him with determined sword,
    To execute upon him. Sir, this gentleman
    Steps in to Cassio, and entreats his pause:
    Myself the crying fellow did pursue,
    Lest by his clamour--as it so fell out--
    The town might fall in fright: he, swift of foot,
    Outran my purpose; and I return'd the rather
    For that I heard the clink and fall of swords,
    And Cassio high in oath; which till to-night
    I ne'er might say before. When I came back--
    For this was brief--I found them close together,
    At blow and thrust; even as again they were
    When you yourself did part them.
    More of this matter cannot I report:
    But men are men; the best sometimes forget:
    Though Cassio did some little wrong to him,
    As men in rage strike those that wish them best,
    Yet surely Cassio, I believe, received
    From him that fled some strange indignity,
    Which patience could not pass.

80 II / 3
  • What, are you hurt, lieutenant?
  • What, are you hurt, lieutenant?
  • Othello. All's well now, sweeting; come away to bed.
    Sir, for your hurts, myself will be your surgeon:
    Lead him off.
    [To MONTANO, who is led off]
    Iago, look with care about the town,
    And silence those whom this vile brawl distracted.
    Come, Desdemona: 'tis the soldiers' life
    To have their balmy slumbers waked with strife.

    Iago. What, are you hurt, lieutenant?

81 II / 3
  • Marry, heaven forbid!
  • Marry, heaven forbid!
  • Cassio. Ay, past all surgery.

    Iago. Marry, heaven forbid!

82 II / 3
  • As I am an honest man, I thought you had received
    some bodily wound; there i...
  • As I am an honest man, I thought you had received
    some bodily wound; there is more sense in that than
    in reputation. Reputation is an idle and most false
    imposition: oft got without merit, and lost without
    deserving: you have lost no reputation at all,
    unless you repute yourself such a loser. What, man!
    there are ways to recover the general again: you
    are but now cast in his mood, a punishment more in
    policy than in malice, even so as one would beat his
    offenceless dog to affright an imperious lion: sue
    to him again, and he's yours.
  • Cassio. Reputation, reputation, reputation! O, I have lost
    my reputation! I have lost the immortal part of
    myself, and what remains is bestial. My reputation,
    Iago, my reputation!

    Iago. As I am an honest man, I thought you had received
    some bodily wound; there is more sense in that than
    in reputation. Reputation is an idle and most false
    imposition: oft got without merit, and lost without
    deserving: you have lost no reputation at all,
    unless you repute yourself such a loser. What, man!
    there are ways to recover the general again: you
    are but now cast in his mood, a punishment more in
    policy than in malice, even so as one would beat his
    offenceless dog to affright an imperious lion: sue
    to him again, and he's yours.

83 II / 3
  • What was he that you followed with your sword? What
    had he done to you?
  • What was he that you followed with your sword? What
    had he done to you?
  • Cassio. I will rather sue to be despised than to deceive so
    good a commander with so slight, so drunken, and so
    indiscreet an officer. Drunk? and speak parrot?
    and squabble? swagger? swear? and discourse
    fustian with one's own shadow? O thou invisible
    spirit of wine, if thou hast no name to be known by,
    let us call thee devil!

    Iago. What was he that you followed with your sword? What
    had he done to you?

84 II / 3
  • Is't possible?
  • Is't possible?
  • Cassio. I know not.

    Iago. Is't possible?

85 II / 3
  • Why, but you are now well enough: how came you thus
    recovered?
  • Why, but you are now well enough: how came you thus
    recovered?
  • Cassio. I remember a mass of things, but nothing distinctly;
    a quarrel, but nothing wherefore. O God, that men
    should put an enemy in their mouths to steal away
    their brains! that we should, with joy, pleasance
    revel and applause, transform ourselves into beasts!

    Iago. Why, but you are now well enough: how came you thus
    recovered?

86 II / 3
  • Come, you are too severe a moraler: as the time,
    the place, and the conditio...
  • Come, you are too severe a moraler: as the time,
    the place, and the condition of this country
    stands, I could heartily wish this had not befallen;
    but, since it is as it is, mend it for your own good.
  • Cassio. It hath pleased the devil drunkenness to give place
    to the devil wrath; one unperfectness shows me
    another, to make me frankly despise myself.

    Iago. Come, you are too severe a moraler: as the time,
    the place, and the condition of this country
    stands, I could heartily wish this had not befallen;
    but, since it is as it is, mend it for your own good.

87 II / 3
  • Come, come, good wine is a good familiar creature,
    if it be well used: excla...
  • Come, come, good wine is a good familiar creature,
    if it be well used: exclaim no more against it.
    And, good lieutenant, I think you think I love you.
  • Cassio. I will ask him for my place again; he shall tell me
    I am a drunkard! Had I as many mouths as Hydra,
    such an answer would stop them all. To be now a
    sensible man, by and by a fool, and presently a
    beast! O strange! Every inordinate cup is
    unblessed and the ingredient is a devil.

    Iago. Come, come, good wine is a good familiar creature,
    if it be well used: exclaim no more against it.
    And, good lieutenant, I think you think I love you.

88 II / 3
  • You or any man living may be drunk! at a time, man.
    I'll tell you what you s...
  • You or any man living may be drunk! at a time, man.
    I'll tell you what you shall do. Our general's wife
    is now the general: may say so in this respect, for
    that he hath devoted and given up himself to the
    contemplation, mark, and denotement of her parts and
    graces: confess yourself freely to her; importune
    her help to put you in your place again: she is of
    so free, so kind, so apt, so blessed a disposition,
    she holds it a vice in her goodness not to do more
    than she is requested: this broken joint between
    you and her husband entreat her to splinter; and, my
    fortunes against any lay worth naming, this
    crack of your love shall grow stronger than it was before.
  • Cassio. I have well approved it, sir. I drunk!

    Iago. You or any man living may be drunk! at a time, man.
    I'll tell you what you shall do. Our general's wife
    is now the general: may say so in this respect, for
    that he hath devoted and given up himself to the
    contemplation, mark, and denotement of her parts and
    graces: confess yourself freely to her; importune
    her help to put you in your place again: she is of
    so free, so kind, so apt, so blessed a disposition,
    she holds it a vice in her goodness not to do more
    than she is requested: this broken joint between
    you and her husband entreat her to splinter; and, my
    fortunes against any lay worth naming, this
    crack of your love shall grow stronger than it was before.

89 II / 3
  • I protest, in the sincerity of love and honest kindness.
  • I protest, in the sincerity of love and honest kindness.
  • Cassio. You advise me well.

    Iago. I protest, in the sincerity of love and honest kindness.

90 II / 3
  • You are in the right. Good night, lieutenant; I
    must to the watch.
  • You are in the right. Good night, lieutenant; I
    must to the watch.
  • Cassio. I think it freely; and betimes in the morning I will
    beseech the virtuous Desdemona to undertake for me:
    I am desperate of my fortunes if they cheque me here.

    Iago. You are in the right. Good night, lieutenant; I
    must to the watch.

91 II / 3
  • And what's he then that says I play the villain?
    When this advice is free I...
  • And what's he then that says I play the villain?
    When this advice is free I give and honest,
    Probal to thinking and indeed the course
    To win the Moor again? For 'tis most easy
    The inclining Desdemona to subdue
    In any honest suit: she's framed as fruitful
    As the free elements. And then for her
    To win the Moor--were't to renounce his baptism,
    All seals and symbols of redeemed sin,
    His soul is so enfetter'd to her love,
    That she may make, unmake, do what she list,
    Even as her appetite shall play the god
    With his weak function. How am I then a villain
    To counsel Cassio to this parallel course,
    Directly to his good? Divinity of hell!
    When devils will the blackest sins put on,
    They do suggest at first with heavenly shows,
    As I do now: for whiles this honest fool
    Plies Desdemona to repair his fortunes
    And she for him pleads strongly to the Moor,
    I'll pour this pestilence into his ear,
    That she repeals him for her body's lust;
    And by how much she strives to do him good,
    She shall undo her credit with the Moor.
    So will I turn her virtue into pitch,
    And out of her own goodness make the net
    That shall enmesh them all.
    [Re-enter RODERIGO]
    How now, Roderigo!
  • Iago. You are in the right. Good night, lieutenant; I
    must to the watch.

    Iago. And what's he then that says I play the villain?
    When this advice is free I give and honest,
    Probal to thinking and indeed the course
    To win the Moor again? For 'tis most easy
    The inclining Desdemona to subdue
    In any honest suit: she's framed as fruitful
    As the free elements. And then for her
    To win the Moor--were't to renounce his baptism,
    All seals and symbols of redeemed sin,
    His soul is so enfetter'd to her love,
    That she may make, unmake, do what she list,
    Even as her appetite shall play the god
    With his weak function. How am I then a villain
    To counsel Cassio to this parallel course,
    Directly to his good? Divinity of hell!
    When devils will the blackest sins put on,
    They do suggest at first with heavenly shows,
    As I do now: for whiles this honest fool
    Plies Desdemona to repair his fortunes
    And she for him pleads strongly to the Moor,
    I'll pour this pestilence into his ear,
    That she repeals him for her body's lust;
    And by how much she strives to do him good,
    She shall undo her credit with the Moor.
    So will I turn her virtue into pitch,
    And out of her own goodness make the net
    That shall enmesh them all.
    [Re-enter RODERIGO]
    How now, Roderigo!

92 II / 3
  • How poor are they that have not patience!
    What wound did ever heal but by de...
  • How poor are they that have not patience!
    What wound did ever heal but by degrees?
    Thou know'st we work by wit, and not by witchcraft;
    And wit depends on dilatory time.
    Does't not go well? Cassio hath beaten thee.
    And thou, by that small hurt, hast cashier'd Cassio:
    Though other things grow fair against the sun,
    Yet fruits that blossom first will first be ripe:
    Content thyself awhile. By the mass, 'tis morning;
    Pleasure and action make the hours seem short.
    Retire thee; go where thou art billeted:
    Away, I say; thou shalt know more hereafter:
    Nay, get thee gone.
    [Exit RODERIGO]
    Two things are to be done:
    My wife must move for Cassio to her mistress;
    I'll set her on;
    Myself the while to draw the Moor apart,
    And bring him jump when he may Cassio find
    Soliciting his wife: ay, that's the way
    Dull not device by coldness and delay.
  • Roderigo. I do follow here in the chase, not like a hound that
    hunts, but one that fills up the cry. My money is
    almost spent; I have been to-night exceedingly well
    cudgelled; and I think the issue will be, I shall
    have so much experience for my pains, and so, with
    no money at all and a little more wit, return again to Venice.

    Iago. How poor are they that have not patience!
    What wound did ever heal but by degrees?
    Thou know'st we work by wit, and not by witchcraft;
    And wit depends on dilatory time.
    Does't not go well? Cassio hath beaten thee.
    And thou, by that small hurt, hast cashier'd Cassio:
    Though other things grow fair against the sun,
    Yet fruits that blossom first will first be ripe:
    Content thyself awhile. By the mass, 'tis morning;
    Pleasure and action make the hours seem short.
    Retire thee; go where thou art billeted:
    Away, I say; thou shalt know more hereafter:
    Nay, get thee gone.
    [Exit RODERIGO]
    Two things are to be done:
    My wife must move for Cassio to her mistress;
    I'll set her on;
    Myself the while to draw the Moor apart,
    And bring him jump when he may Cassio find
    Soliciting his wife: ay, that's the way
    Dull not device by coldness and delay.

93 III / 1
  • You have not been a-bed, then?
  • You have not been a-bed, then?
  • Cassio. Do, good my friend.
    [Exit Clown]
    [Enter IAGO]
    In happy time, Iago.

    Iago. You have not been a-bed, then?

94 III / 1
  • I'll send her to you presently;
    And I'll devise a mean to draw the Moor
    ...
  • I'll send her to you presently;
    And I'll devise a mean to draw the Moor
    Out of the way, that your converse and business
    May be more free.
  • Cassio. Why, no; the day had broke
    Before we parted. I have made bold, Iago,
    To send in to your wife: my suit to her
    Is, that she will to virtuous Desdemona
    Procure me some access.

    Iago. I'll send her to you presently;
    And I'll devise a mean to draw the Moor
    Out of the way, that your converse and business
    May be more free.

95 III / 2
  • Well, my good lord, I'll do't.
  • Well, my good lord, I'll do't.
  • Othello. These letters give, Iago, to the pilot;
    And by him do my duties to the senate:
    That done, I will be walking on the works;
    Repair there to me.

    Iago. Well, my good lord, I'll do't.

96 III / 3
  • Ha! I like not that.
  • Ha! I like not that.
  • Desdemona. Well, do your discretion.

    Iago. Ha! I like not that.

97 III / 3
  • Nothing, my lord: or if--I know not what.
  • Nothing, my lord: or if--I know not what.
  • Othello. What dost thou say?

    Iago. Nothing, my lord: or if--I know not what.

98 III / 3
  • Cassio, my lord! No, sure, I cannot think it,
    That he would steal away so gu...
  • Cassio, my lord! No, sure, I cannot think it,
    That he would steal away so guilty-like,
    Seeing you coming.
  • Othello. Was not that Cassio parted from my wife?

    Iago. Cassio, my lord! No, sure, I cannot think it,
    That he would steal away so guilty-like,
    Seeing you coming.

99 III / 3
  • My noble lord--
  • My noble lord--
  • Othello. Excellent wretch! Perdition catch my soul,
    But I do love thee! and when I love thee not,
    Chaos is come again.

    Iago. My noble lord--

100 III / 3
  • Did Michael Cassio, when you woo'd my lady,
    Know of your love?
  • Did Michael Cassio, when you woo'd my lady,
    Know of your love?
  • Othello. What dost thou say, Iago?

    Iago. Did Michael Cassio, when you woo'd my lady,
    Know of your love?

101 III / 3
  • But for a satisfaction of my thought;
    No further harm.
  • But for a satisfaction of my thought;
    No further harm.
  • Othello. He did, from first to last: why dost thou ask?

    Iago. But for a satisfaction of my thought;
    No further harm.

102 III / 3
  • I did not think he had been acquainted with her.
  • I did not think he had been acquainted with her.
  • Othello. Why of thy thought, Iago?

    Iago. I did not think he had been acquainted with her.

103 III / 3
  • Indeed!
  • Indeed!
  • Othello. O, yes; and went between us very oft.

    Iago. Indeed!

104 III / 3
  • Honest, my lord!
  • Honest, my lord!
  • Othello. Indeed! ay, indeed: discern'st thou aught in that?
    Is he not honest?

    Iago. Honest, my lord!

105 III / 3
  • My lord, for aught I know.
  • My lord, for aught I know.
  • Othello. Honest! ay, honest.

    Iago. My lord, for aught I know.

106 III / 3
  • Think, my lord!
  • Think, my lord!
  • Othello. What dost thou think?

    Iago. Think, my lord!

107 III / 3
  • My lord, you know I love you.
  • My lord, you know I love you.
  • Othello. Think, my lord!
    By heaven, he echoes me,
    As if there were some monster in his thought
    Too hideous to be shown. Thou dost mean something:
    I heard thee say even now, thou likedst not that,
    When Cassio left my wife: what didst not like?
    And when I told thee he was of my counsel
    In my whole course of wooing, thou criedst 'Indeed!'
    And didst contract and purse thy brow together,
    As if thou then hadst shut up in thy brain
    Some horrible conceit: if thou dost love me,
    Show me thy thought.

    Iago. My lord, you know I love you.

108 III / 3
  • For Michael Cassio,
    I dare be sworn I think that he is honest.
  • For Michael Cassio,
    I dare be sworn I think that he is honest.
  • Othello. I think thou dost;
    And, for I know thou'rt full of love and honesty,
    And weigh'st thy words before thou givest them breath,
    Therefore these stops of thine fright me the more:
    For such things in a false disloyal knave
    Are tricks of custom, but in a man that's just
    They are close delations, working from the heart
    That passion cannot rule.

    Iago. For Michael Cassio,
    I dare be sworn I think that he is honest.

109 III / 3
  • Men should be what they seem;
    Or those that be not, would they might seem no...
  • Men should be what they seem;
    Or those that be not, would they might seem none!
  • Othello. I think so too.

    Iago. Men should be what they seem;
    Or those that be not, would they might seem none!

110 III / 3
  • Why, then, I think Cassio's an honest man.
  • Why, then, I think Cassio's an honest man.
  • Othello. Certain, men should be what they seem.

    Iago. Why, then, I think Cassio's an honest man.

111 III / 3
  • Good my lord, pardon me:
    Though I am bound to every act of duty,
    I am no...
  • Good my lord, pardon me:
    Though I am bound to every act of duty,
    I am not bound to that all slaves are free to.
    Utter my thoughts? Why, say they are vile and false;
    As where's that palace whereinto foul things
    Sometimes intrude not? who has a breast so pure,
    But some uncleanly apprehensions
    Keep leets and law-days and in session sit
    With meditations lawful?
  • Othello. Nay, yet there's more in this:
    I prithee, speak to me as to thy thinkings,
    As thou dost ruminate, and give thy worst of thoughts
    The worst of words.

    Iago. Good my lord, pardon me:
    Though I am bound to every act of duty,
    I am not bound to that all slaves are free to.
    Utter my thoughts? Why, say they are vile and false;
    As where's that palace whereinto foul things
    Sometimes intrude not? who has a breast so pure,
    But some uncleanly apprehensions
    Keep leets and law-days and in session sit
    With meditations lawful?

112 III / 3
  • I do beseech you--
    Though I perchance am vicious in my guess,
    As, I conf...
  • I do beseech you--
    Though I perchance am vicious in my guess,
    As, I confess, it is my nature's plague
    To spy into abuses, and oft my jealousy
    Shapes faults that are not--that your wisdom yet,
    From one that so imperfectly conceits,
    Would take no notice, nor build yourself a trouble
    Out of his scattering and unsure observance.
    It were not for your quiet nor your good,
    Nor for my manhood, honesty, or wisdom,
    To let you know my thoughts.
  • Othello. Thou dost conspire against thy friend, Iago,
    If thou but think'st him wrong'd and makest his ear
    A stranger to thy thoughts.

    Iago. I do beseech you--
    Though I perchance am vicious in my guess,
    As, I confess, it is my nature's plague
    To spy into abuses, and oft my jealousy
    Shapes faults that are not--that your wisdom yet,
    From one that so imperfectly conceits,
    Would take no notice, nor build yourself a trouble
    Out of his scattering and unsure observance.
    It were not for your quiet nor your good,
    Nor for my manhood, honesty, or wisdom,
    To let you know my thoughts.

113 III / 3
  • Good name in man and woman, dear my lord,
    Is the immediate jewel of their so...
  • Good name in man and woman, dear my lord,
    Is the immediate jewel of their souls:
    Who steals my purse steals trash; 'tis something, nothing;
    'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands:
    But he that filches from me my good name
    Robs me of that which not enriches him
    And makes me poor indeed.
  • Othello. What dost thou mean?

    Iago. Good name in man and woman, dear my lord,
    Is the immediate jewel of their souls:
    Who steals my purse steals trash; 'tis something, nothing;
    'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands:
    But he that filches from me my good name
    Robs me of that which not enriches him
    And makes me poor indeed.

114 III / 3
  • You cannot, if my heart were in your hand;
    Nor shall not, whilst 'tis in my...
  • You cannot, if my heart were in your hand;
    Nor shall not, whilst 'tis in my custody.
  • Othello. By heaven, I'll know thy thoughts.

    Iago. You cannot, if my heart were in your hand;
    Nor shall not, whilst 'tis in my custody.

115 III / 3
  • O, beware, my lord, of jealousy;
    It is the green-eyed monster which doth moc...
  • O, beware, my lord, of jealousy;
    It is the green-eyed monster which doth mock
    The meat it feeds on; that cuckold lives in bliss
    Who, certain of his fate, loves not his wronger;
    But, O, what damned minutes tells he o'er
    Who dotes, yet doubts, suspects, yet strongly loves!
  • Othello. Ha!

    Iago. O, beware, my lord, of jealousy;
    It is the green-eyed monster which doth mock
    The meat it feeds on; that cuckold lives in bliss
    Who, certain of his fate, loves not his wronger;
    But, O, what damned minutes tells he o'er
    Who dotes, yet doubts, suspects, yet strongly loves!

116 III / 3
  • Poor and content is rich and rich enough,
    But riches fineless is as poor as...
  • Poor and content is rich and rich enough,
    But riches fineless is as poor as winter
    To him that ever fears he shall be poor.
    Good heaven, the souls of all my tribe defend
    From jealousy!
  • Othello. O misery!

    Iago. Poor and content is rich and rich enough,
    But riches fineless is as poor as winter
    To him that ever fears he shall be poor.
    Good heaven, the souls of all my tribe defend
    From jealousy!

117 III / 3
  • I am glad of it; for now I shall have reason
    To show the love and duty that...
  • I am glad of it; for now I shall have reason
    To show the love and duty that I bear you
    With franker spirit: therefore, as I am bound,
    Receive it from me. I speak not yet of proof.
    Look to your wife; observe her well with Cassio;
    Wear your eye thus, not jealous nor secure:
    I would not have your free and noble nature,
    Out of self-bounty, be abused; look to't:
    I know our country disposition well;
    In Venice they do let heaven see the pranks
    They dare not show their husbands; their best conscience
    Is not to leave't undone, but keep't unknown.
  • Othello. Why, why is this?
    Think'st thou I'ld make a lie of jealousy,
    To follow still the changes of the moon
    With fresh suspicions? No; to be once in doubt
    Is once to be resolved: exchange me for a goat,
    When I shall turn the business of my soul
    To such exsufflicate and blown surmises,
    Matching thy inference. 'Tis not to make me jealous
    To say my wife is fair, feeds well, loves company,
    Is free of speech, sings, plays and dances well;
    Where virtue is, these are more virtuous:
    Nor from mine own weak merits will I draw
    The smallest fear or doubt of her revolt;
    For she had eyes, and chose me. No, Iago;
    I'll see before I doubt; when I doubt, prove;
    And on the proof, there is no more but this,--
    Away at once with love or jealousy!

    Iago. I am glad of it; for now I shall have reason
    To show the love and duty that I bear you
    With franker spirit: therefore, as I am bound,
    Receive it from me. I speak not yet of proof.
    Look to your wife; observe her well with Cassio;
    Wear your eye thus, not jealous nor secure:
    I would not have your free and noble nature,
    Out of self-bounty, be abused; look to't:
    I know our country disposition well;
    In Venice they do let heaven see the pranks
    They dare not show their husbands; their best conscience
    Is not to leave't undone, but keep't unknown.

118 III / 3
  • She did deceive her father, marrying you;
    And when she seem'd to shake and f...
  • She did deceive her father, marrying you;
    And when she seem'd to shake and fear your looks,
    She loved them most.
  • Othello. Dost thou say so?

    Iago. She did deceive her father, marrying you;
    And when she seem'd to shake and fear your looks,
    She loved them most.

119 III / 3
  • Why, go to then;
    She that, so young, could give out such a seeming,
    To s...
  • Why, go to then;
    She that, so young, could give out such a seeming,
    To seal her father's eyes up close as oak-
    He thought 'twas witchcraft--but I am much to blame;
    I humbly do beseech you of your pardon
    For too much loving you.
  • Othello. And so she did.

    Iago. Why, go to then;
    She that, so young, could give out such a seeming,
    To seal her father's eyes up close as oak-
    He thought 'twas witchcraft--but I am much to blame;
    I humbly do beseech you of your pardon
    For too much loving you.

120 III / 3
  • I see this hath a little dash'd your spirits.
  • I see this hath a little dash'd your spirits.
  • Othello. I am bound to thee for ever.

    Iago. I see this hath a little dash'd your spirits.

121 III / 3
  • I' faith, I fear it has.
    I hope you will consider what is spoke
    Comes fr...
  • I' faith, I fear it has.
    I hope you will consider what is spoke
    Comes from my love. But I do see you're moved:
    I am to pray you not to strain my speech
    To grosser issues nor to larger reach
    Than to suspicion.
  • Othello. Not a jot, not a jot.

    Iago. I' faith, I fear it has.
    I hope you will consider what is spoke
    Comes from my love. But I do see you're moved:
    I am to pray you not to strain my speech
    To grosser issues nor to larger reach
    Than to suspicion.

122 III / 3
  • Should you do so, my lord,
    My speech should fall into such vile success
    ...
  • Should you do so, my lord,
    My speech should fall into such vile success
    As my thoughts aim not at. Cassio's my worthy friend--
    My lord, I see you're moved.
  • Othello. I will not.

    Iago. Should you do so, my lord,
    My speech should fall into such vile success
    As my thoughts aim not at. Cassio's my worthy friend--
    My lord, I see you're moved.

123 III / 3
  • Long live she so! and long live you to think so!
  • Long live she so! and long live you to think so!
  • Othello. No, not much moved:
    I do not think but Desdemona's honest.

    Iago. Long live she so! and long live you to think so!

124 III / 3
  • Ay, there's the point: as--to be bold with you--
    Not to affect many proposed...
  • Ay, there's the point: as--to be bold with you--
    Not to affect many proposed matches
    Of her own clime, complexion, and degree,
    Whereto we see in all things nature tends--
    Foh! one may smell in such a will most rank,
    Foul disproportion thoughts unnatural.
    But pardon me; I do not in position
    Distinctly speak of her; though I may fear
    Her will, recoiling to her better judgment,
    May fall to match you with her country forms
    And happily repent.
  • Othello. And yet, how nature erring from itself,--

    Iago. Ay, there's the point: as--to be bold with you--
    Not to affect many proposed matches
    Of her own clime, complexion, and degree,
    Whereto we see in all things nature tends--
    Foh! one may smell in such a will most rank,
    Foul disproportion thoughts unnatural.
    But pardon me; I do not in position
    Distinctly speak of her; though I may fear
    Her will, recoiling to her better judgment,
    May fall to match you with her country forms
    And happily repent.

125 III / 3
  • [Going] My lord, I take my leave.
  • [Going] My lord, I take my leave.
  • Othello. Farewell, farewell:
    If more thou dost perceive, let me know more;
    Set on thy wife to observe: leave me, Iago:

    Iago. [Going] My lord, I take my leave.

126 III / 3
  • [Returning] My lord, I would I might entreat
    your honour
    To scan this th...
  • [Returning] My lord, I would I might entreat
    your honour
    To scan this thing no further; leave it to time:
    Though it be fit that Cassio have his place,
    For sure, he fills it up with great ability,
    Yet, if you please to hold him off awhile,
    You shall by that perceive him and his means:
    Note, if your lady strain his entertainment
    With any strong or vehement importunity;
    Much will be seen in that. In the mean time,
    Let me be thought too busy in my fears--
    As worthy cause I have to fear I am--
    And hold her free, I do beseech your honour.
  • Othello. Why did I marry? This honest creature doubtless
    Sees and knows more, much more, than he unfolds.

    Iago. [Returning] My lord, I would I might entreat
    your honour
    To scan this thing no further; leave it to time:
    Though it be fit that Cassio have his place,
    For sure, he fills it up with great ability,
    Yet, if you please to hold him off awhile,
    You shall by that perceive him and his means:
    Note, if your lady strain his entertainment
    With any strong or vehement importunity;
    Much will be seen in that. In the mean time,
    Let me be thought too busy in my fears--
    As worthy cause I have to fear I am--
    And hold her free, I do beseech your honour.

127 III / 3
  • I once more take my leave.
  • I once more take my leave.
  • Othello. Fear not my government.

    Iago. I once more take my leave.

128 III / 3
  • How now! what do you here alone?
  • How now! what do you here alone?
  • Emilia. I am glad I have found this napkin:
    This was her first remembrance from the Moor:
    My wayward husband hath a hundred times
    Woo'd me to steal it; but she so loves the token,
    For he conjured her she should ever keep it,
    That she reserves it evermore about her
    To kiss and talk to. I'll have the work ta'en out,
    And give't Iago: what he will do with it
    Heaven knows, not I;
    I nothing but to please his fantasy.

    Iago. How now! what do you here alone?

129 III / 3
  • A thing for me? it is a common thing--
  • A thing for me? it is a common thing--
  • Emilia. Do not you chide; I have a thing for you.

    Iago. A thing for me? it is a common thing--

130 III / 3
  • To have a foolish wife.
  • To have a foolish wife.
  • Emilia. Ha!

    Iago. To have a foolish wife.

131 III / 3
  • What handkerchief?
  • What handkerchief?
  • Emilia. O, is that all? What will you give me now
    For the same handkerchief?

    Iago. What handkerchief?

132 III / 3
  • Hast stol'n it from her?
  • Hast stol'n it from her?
  • Emilia. What handkerchief?
    Why, that the Moor first gave to Desdemona;
    That which so often you did bid me steal.

    Iago. Hast stol'n it from her?

133 III / 3
  • A good wench; give it me.
  • A good wench; give it me.
  • Emilia. No, 'faith; she let it drop by negligence.
    And, to the advantage, I, being here, took't up.
    Look, here it is.

    Iago. A good wench; give it me.

134 III / 3
  • [Snatching it] Why, what's that to you?
  • [Snatching it] Why, what's that to you?
  • Emilia. What will you do with 't, that you have been
    so earnest
    To have me filch it?

    Iago. [Snatching it] Why, what's that to you?

135 III / 3
  • Be not acknown on 't; I have use for it.
    Go, leave me.
    [Exit EMILIA]
  • Be not acknown on 't; I have use for it.
    Go, leave me.
    [Exit EMILIA]
    I will in Cassio's lodging lose this napkin,
    And let him find it. Trifles light as air
    Are to the jealous confirmations strong
    As proofs of holy writ: this may do something.
    The Moor already changes with my poison:
    Dangerous conceits are, in their natures, poisons.
    Which at the first are scarce found to distaste,
    But with a little act upon the blood.
    Burn like the mines of Sulphur. I did say so:
    Look, where he comes!
    [Re-enter OTHELLO]
    Not poppy, nor mandragora,
    Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world,
    Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep
    Which thou owedst yesterday.
  • Emilia. If it be not for some purpose of import,
    Give't me again: poor lady, she'll run mad
    When she shall lack it.

    Iago. Be not acknown on 't; I have use for it.
    Go, leave me.
    [Exit EMILIA]
    I will in Cassio's lodging lose this napkin,
    And let him find it. Trifles light as air
    Are to the jealous confirmations strong
    As proofs of holy writ: this may do something.
    The Moor already changes with my poison:
    Dangerous conceits are, in their natures, poisons.
    Which at the first are scarce found to distaste,
    But with a little act upon the blood.
    Burn like the mines of Sulphur. I did say so:
    Look, where he comes!
    [Re-enter OTHELLO]
    Not poppy, nor mandragora,
    Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world,
    Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep
    Which thou owedst yesterday.

136 III / 3
  • Why, how now, general! no more of that.
  • Why, how now, general! no more of that.
  • Othello. Ha! ha! false to me?

    Iago. Why, how now, general! no more of that.

137 III / 3
  • How now, my lord!
  • How now, my lord!
  • Othello. Avaunt! be gone! thou hast set me on the rack:
    I swear 'tis better to be much abused
    Than but to know't a little.

    Iago. How now, my lord!

138 III / 3
  • I am sorry to hear this.
  • I am sorry to hear this.
  • Othello. What sense had I of her stol'n hours of lust?
    I saw't not, thought it not, it harm'd not me:
    I slept the next night well, was free and merry;
    I found not Cassio's kisses on her lips:
    He that is robb'd, not wanting what is stol'n,
    Let him not know't, and he's not robb'd at all.

    Iago. I am sorry to hear this.

139 III / 3
  • Is't possible, my lord?
  • Is't possible, my lord?
  • Othello. I had been happy, if the general camp,
    Pioners and all, had tasted her sweet body,
    So I had nothing known. O, now, for ever
    Farewell the tranquil mind! farewell content!
    Farewell the plumed troop, and the big wars,
    That make ambition virtue! O, farewell!
    Farewell the neighing steed, and the shrill trump,
    The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife,
    The royal banner, and all quality,
    Pride, pomp and circumstance of glorious war!
    And, O you mortal engines, whose rude throats
    The immortal Jove's dead clamours counterfeit,
    Farewell! Othello's occupation's gone!

    Iago. Is't possible, my lord?

140 III / 3
  • Is't come to this?
  • Is't come to this?
  • Othello. Villain, be sure thou prove my love a whore,
    Be sure of it; give me the ocular proof:
    Or by the worth of man's eternal soul,
    Thou hadst been better have been born a dog
    Than answer my waked wrath!

    Iago. Is't come to this?

141 III / 3
  • My noble lord,--
  • My noble lord,--
  • Othello. Make me to see't; or, at the least, so prove it,
    That the probation bear no hinge nor loop
    To hang a doubt on; or woe upon thy life!

    Iago. My noble lord,--

142 III / 3
  • O grace! O heaven forgive me!
    Are you a man? have you a soul or sense?
    G...
  • O grace! O heaven forgive me!
    Are you a man? have you a soul or sense?
    God be wi' you; take mine office. O wretched fool.
    That livest to make thine honesty a vice!
    O monstrous world! Take note, take note, O world,
    To be direct and honest is not safe.
    I thank you for this profit; and from hence
    I'll love no friend, sith love breeds such offence.
  • Othello. If thou dost slander her and torture me,
    Never pray more; abandon all remorse;
    On horror's head horrors accumulate;
    Do deeds to make heaven weep, all earth amazed;
    For nothing canst thou to damnation add
    Greater than that.

    Iago. O grace! O heaven forgive me!
    Are you a man? have you a soul or sense?
    God be wi' you; take mine office. O wretched fool.
    That livest to make thine honesty a vice!
    O monstrous world! Take note, take note, O world,
    To be direct and honest is not safe.
    I thank you for this profit; and from hence
    I'll love no friend, sith love breeds such offence.

143 III / 3
  • I should be wise, for honesty's a fool
    And loses that it works for.
  • I should be wise, for honesty's a fool
    And loses that it works for.
  • Othello. Nay, stay: thou shouldst be honest.

    Iago. I should be wise, for honesty's a fool
    And loses that it works for.

144 III / 3
  • I see, sir, you are eaten up with passion:
    I do repent me that I put it to y...
  • I see, sir, you are eaten up with passion:
    I do repent me that I put it to you.
    You would be satisfied?
  • Othello. By the world,
    I think my wife be honest and think she is not;
    I think that thou art just and think thou art not.
    I'll have some proof. Her name, that was as fresh
    As Dian's visage, is now begrimed and black
    As mine own face. If there be cords, or knives,
    Poison, or fire, or suffocating streams,
    I'll not endure it. Would I were satisfied!

    Iago. I see, sir, you are eaten up with passion:
    I do repent me that I put it to you.
    You would be satisfied?

145 III / 3
  • And may: but, how? how satisfied, my lord?
    Would you, the supervisor, grossl...
  • And may: but, how? how satisfied, my lord?
    Would you, the supervisor, grossly gape on--
    Behold her topp'd?
  • Othello. Would! nay, I will.

    Iago. And may: but, how? how satisfied, my lord?
    Would you, the supervisor, grossly gape on--
    Behold her topp'd?

146 III / 3
  • It were a tedious difficulty, I think,
    To bring them to that prospect: damn...
  • It were a tedious difficulty, I think,
    To bring them to that prospect: damn them then,
    If ever mortal eyes do see them bolster
    More than their own! What then? how then?
    What shall I say? Where's satisfaction?
    It is impossible you should see this,
    Were they as prime as goats, as hot as monkeys,
    As salt as wolves in pride, and fools as gross
    As ignorance made drunk. But yet, I say,
    If imputation and strong circumstances,
    Which lead directly to the door of truth,
    Will give you satisfaction, you may have't.
  • Othello. Death and damnation! O!

    Iago. It were a tedious difficulty, I think,
    To bring them to that prospect: damn them then,
    If ever mortal eyes do see them bolster
    More than their own! What then? how then?
    What shall I say? Where's satisfaction?
    It is impossible you should see this,
    Were they as prime as goats, as hot as monkeys,
    As salt as wolves in pride, and fools as gross
    As ignorance made drunk. But yet, I say,
    If imputation and strong circumstances,
    Which lead directly to the door of truth,
    Will give you satisfaction, you may have't.

147 III / 3
  • I do not like the office:
    But, sith I am enter'd in this cause so far,
    P...
  • I do not like the office:
    But, sith I am enter'd in this cause so far,
    Prick'd to't by foolish honesty and love,
    I will go on. I lay with Cassio lately;
    And, being troubled with a raging tooth,
    I could not sleep.
    There are a kind of men so loose of soul,
    That in their sleeps will mutter their affairs:
    One of this kind is Cassio:
    In sleep I heard him say 'Sweet Desdemona,
    Let us be wary, let us hide our loves;'
    And then, sir, would he gripe and wring my hand,
    Cry 'O sweet creature!' and then kiss me hard,
    As if he pluck'd up kisses by the roots
    That grew upon my lips: then laid his leg
    Over my thigh, and sigh'd, and kiss'd; and then
    Cried 'Cursed fate that gave thee to the Moor!'
  • Othello. Give me a living reason she's disloyal.

    Iago. I do not like the office:
    But, sith I am enter'd in this cause so far,
    Prick'd to't by foolish honesty and love,
    I will go on. I lay with Cassio lately;
    And, being troubled with a raging tooth,
    I could not sleep.
    There are a kind of men so loose of soul,
    That in their sleeps will mutter their affairs:
    One of this kind is Cassio:
    In sleep I heard him say 'Sweet Desdemona,
    Let us be wary, let us hide our loves;'
    And then, sir, would he gripe and wring my hand,
    Cry 'O sweet creature!' and then kiss me hard,
    As if he pluck'd up kisses by the roots
    That grew upon my lips: then laid his leg
    Over my thigh, and sigh'd, and kiss'd; and then
    Cried 'Cursed fate that gave thee to the Moor!'

148 III / 3
  • Nay, this was but his dream.
  • Nay, this was but his dream.
  • Othello. O monstrous! monstrous!

    Iago. Nay, this was but his dream.

149 III / 3
  • And this may help to thicken other proofs
    That do demonstrate thinly.
  • And this may help to thicken other proofs
    That do demonstrate thinly.
  • Othello. But this denoted a foregone conclusion:
    'Tis a shrewd doubt, though it be but a dream.

    Iago. And this may help to thicken other proofs
    That do demonstrate thinly.

150 III / 3
  • Nay, but be wise: yet we see nothing done;
    She may be honest yet. Tell me bu...
  • Nay, but be wise: yet we see nothing done;
    She may be honest yet. Tell me but this,
    Have you not sometimes seen a handkerchief
    Spotted with strawberries in your wife's hand?
  • Othello. I'll tear her all to pieces.

    Iago. Nay, but be wise: yet we see nothing done;
    She may be honest yet. Tell me but this,
    Have you not sometimes seen a handkerchief
    Spotted with strawberries in your wife's hand?

151 III / 3
  • I know not that; but such a handkerchief--
    I am sure it was your wife's--did...
  • I know not that; but such a handkerchief--
    I am sure it was your wife's--did I to-day
    See Cassio wipe his beard with.
  • Othello. I gave her such a one; 'twas my first gift.

    Iago. I know not that; but such a handkerchief--
    I am sure it was your wife's--did I to-day
    See Cassio wipe his beard with.

152 III / 3
  • If it be that, or any that was hers,
    It speaks against her with the other pr...
  • If it be that, or any that was hers,
    It speaks against her with the other proofs.
  • Othello. If it be that--

    Iago. If it be that, or any that was hers,
    It speaks against her with the other proofs.

153 III / 3
  • Yet be content.
  • Yet be content.
  • Othello. O, that the slave had forty thousand lives!
    One is too poor, too weak for my revenge.
    Now do I see 'tis true. Look here, Iago;
    All my fond love thus do I blow to heaven.
    'Tis gone.
    Arise, black vengeance, from thy hollow cell!
    Yield up, O love, thy crown and hearted throne
    To tyrannous hate! Swell, bosom, with thy fraught,
    For 'tis of aspics' tongues!

    Iago. Yet be content.

154 III / 3
  • Patience, I say; your mind perhaps may change.
  • Patience, I say; your mind perhaps may change.
  • Othello. O, blood, blood, blood!

    Iago. Patience, I say; your mind perhaps may change.

155 III / 3
  • Do not rise yet.
    [Kneels]
    Witness, you ever-burning lights above,
    Yo...
  • Do not rise yet.
    [Kneels]
    Witness, you ever-burning lights above,
    You elements that clip us round about,
    Witness that here Iago doth give up
    The execution of his wit, hands, heart,
    To wrong'd Othello's service! Let him command,
    And to obey shall be in me remorse,
    What bloody business ever.
  • Othello. Never, Iago: Like to the Pontic sea,
    Whose icy current and compulsive course
    Ne'er feels retiring ebb, but keeps due on
    To the Propontic and the Hellespont,
    Even so my bloody thoughts, with violent pace,
    Shall ne'er look back, ne'er ebb to humble love,
    Till that a capable and wide revenge
    Swallow them up. Now, by yond marble heaven,
    [Kneels]
    In the due reverence of a sacred vow
    I here engage my words.

    Iago. Do not rise yet.
    [Kneels]
    Witness, you ever-burning lights above,
    You elements that clip us round about,
    Witness that here Iago doth give up
    The execution of his wit, hands, heart,
    To wrong'd Othello's service! Let him command,
    And to obey shall be in me remorse,
    What bloody business ever.

156 III / 3
  • My friend is dead; 'tis done at your request:
    But let her live.
  • My friend is dead; 'tis done at your request:
    But let her live.
  • Othello. I greet thy love,
    Not with vain thanks, but with acceptance bounteous,
    And will upon the instant put thee to't:
    Within these three days let me hear thee say
    That Cassio's not alive.

    Iago. My friend is dead; 'tis done at your request:
    But let her live.

157 III / 3
  • I am your own for ever.
  • I am your own for ever.
  • Othello. Damn her, lewd minx! O, damn her!
    Come, go with me apart; I will withdraw,
    To furnish me with some swift means of death
    For the fair devil. Now art thou my lieutenant.

    Iago. I am your own for ever.

158 III / 4
  • There is no other way; 'tis she must do't:
    And, lo, the happiness! go, and i...
  • There is no other way; 'tis she must do't:
    And, lo, the happiness! go, and importune her.
  • Emilia. 'Tis not a year or two shows us a man:
    They are all but stomachs, and we all but food;
    To eat us hungerly, and when they are full,
    They belch us. Look you, Cassio and my husband!

    Iago. There is no other way; 'tis she must do't:
    And, lo, the happiness! go, and importune her.

159 III / 4
  • Is my lord angry?
  • Is my lord angry?
  • Desdemona. Alas, thrice-gentle Cassio!
    My advocation is not now in tune;
    My lord is not my lord; nor should I know him,
    Were he in favour as in humour alter'd.
    So help me every spirit sanctified,
    As I have spoken for you all my best
    And stood within the blank of his displeasure
    For my free speech! you must awhile be patient:
    What I can do I will; and more I will
    Than for myself I dare: let that suffice you.

    Iago. Is my lord angry?

160 III / 4
  • Can he be angry? I have seen the cannon,
    When it hath blown his ranks into t...
  • Can he be angry? I have seen the cannon,
    When it hath blown his ranks into the air,
    And, like the devil, from his very arm
    Puff'd his own brother:--and can he be angry?
    Something of moment then: I will go meet him:
    There's matter in't indeed, if he be angry.
  • Emilia. He went hence but now,
    And certainly in strange unquietness.

    Iago. Can he be angry? I have seen the cannon,
    When it hath blown his ranks into the air,
    And, like the devil, from his very arm
    Puff'd his own brother:--and can he be angry?
    Something of moment then: I will go meet him:
    There's matter in't indeed, if he be angry.

161 IV / 1
  • Will you think so?
  • Will you think so?
  • Bianca. 'Tis very good; I must be circumstanced.

    Iago. Will you think so?

162 IV / 1
  • What,
    To kiss in private?
  • What,
    To kiss in private?
  • Othello. Think so, Iago!

    Iago. What,
    To kiss in private?

163 IV / 1
  • Or to be naked with her friend in bed
    An hour or more, not meaning any harm?...
  • Or to be naked with her friend in bed
    An hour or more, not meaning any harm?
  • Othello. An unauthorized kiss.

    Iago. Or to be naked with her friend in bed
    An hour or more, not meaning any harm?

164 IV / 1
  • So they do nothing, 'tis a venial slip:
    But if I give my wife a handkerchief...
  • So they do nothing, 'tis a venial slip:
    But if I give my wife a handkerchief,--
  • Othello. Naked in bed, Iago, and not mean harm!
    It is hypocrisy against the devil:
    They that mean virtuously, and yet do so,
    The devil their virtue tempts, and they tempt heaven.

    Iago. So they do nothing, 'tis a venial slip:
    But if I give my wife a handkerchief,--

165 IV / 1
  • Why, then, 'tis hers, my lord; and, being hers,
    She may, I think, bestow't o...
  • Why, then, 'tis hers, my lord; and, being hers,
    She may, I think, bestow't on any man.
  • Othello. What then?

    Iago. Why, then, 'tis hers, my lord; and, being hers,
    She may, I think, bestow't on any man.

166 IV / 1
  • Her honour is an essence that's not seen;
    They have it very oft that have it...
  • Her honour is an essence that's not seen;
    They have it very oft that have it not:
    But, for the handkerchief,--
  • Othello. She is protectress of her honour too:
    May she give that?

    Iago. Her honour is an essence that's not seen;
    They have it very oft that have it not:
    But, for the handkerchief,--

167 IV / 1
  • Ay, what of that?
  • Ay, what of that?
  • Othello. By heaven, I would most gladly have forgot it.
    Thou said'st, it comes o'er my memory,
    As doth the raven o'er the infected house,
    Boding to all--he had my handkerchief.

    Iago. Ay, what of that?

168 IV / 1
  • What,
    If I had said I had seen him do you wrong?
    Or heard him say,--as k...
  • What,
    If I had said I had seen him do you wrong?
    Or heard him say,--as knaves be such abroad,
    Who having, by their own importunate suit,
    Or voluntary dotage of some mistress,
    Convinced or supplied them, cannot choose
    But they must blab--
  • Othello. That's not so good now.

    Iago. What,
    If I had said I had seen him do you wrong?
    Or heard him say,--as knaves be such abroad,
    Who having, by their own importunate suit,
    Or voluntary dotage of some mistress,
    Convinced or supplied them, cannot choose
    But they must blab--

169 IV / 1
  • He hath, my lord; but be you well assured,
    No more than he'll unswear.
  • He hath, my lord; but be you well assured,
    No more than he'll unswear.
  • Othello. Hath he said any thing?

    Iago. He hath, my lord; but be you well assured,
    No more than he'll unswear.

170 IV / 1
  • 'Faith, that he did--I know not what he did.
  • 'Faith, that he did--I know not what he did.
  • Othello. What hath he said?

    Iago. 'Faith, that he did--I know not what he did.

171 IV / 1
  • Lie--
  • Lie--
  • Othello. What? what?

    Iago. Lie--

172 IV / 1
  • With her, on her; what you will.
  • With her, on her; what you will.
  • Othello. With her?

    Iago. With her, on her; what you will.

173 IV / 1
  • Work on,
    My medicine, work! Thus credulous fools are caught;
    And many wo...
  • Work on,
    My medicine, work! Thus credulous fools are caught;
    And many worthy and chaste dames even thus,
    All guiltless, meet reproach. What, ho! my lord!
    My lord, I say! Othello!
    [Enter CASSIO]
    How now, Cassio!
  • Othello. Lie with her! lie on her! We say lie on her, when
    they belie her. Lie with her! that's fulsome.
    --Handkerchief--confessions--handkerchief!--To
    confess, and be hanged for his labour;--first, to be
    hanged, and then to confess.--I tremble at it.
    Nature would not invest herself in such shadowing
    passion without some instruction. It is not words
    that shake me thus. Pish! Noses, ears, and lips.
    --Is't possible?--Confess--handkerchief!--O devil!--

    Iago. Work on,
    My medicine, work! Thus credulous fools are caught;
    And many worthy and chaste dames even thus,
    All guiltless, meet reproach. What, ho! my lord!
    My lord, I say! Othello!
    [Enter CASSIO]
    How now, Cassio!

174 IV / 1
  • My lord is fall'n into an epilepsy:
    This is his second fit; he had one yeste...
  • My lord is fall'n into an epilepsy:
    This is his second fit; he had one yesterday.
  • Cassio. What's the matter?

    Iago. My lord is fall'n into an epilepsy:
    This is his second fit; he had one yesterday.

175 IV / 1
  • No, forbear;
    The lethargy must have his quiet course:
    If not, he foams a...
  • No, forbear;
    The lethargy must have his quiet course:
    If not, he foams at mouth and by and by
    Breaks out to savage madness. Look he stirs:
    Do you withdraw yourself a little while,
    He will recover straight: when he is gone,
    I would on great occasion speak with you.
    [Exit CASSIO]
    How is it, general? have you not hurt your head?
  • Cassio. Rub him about the temples.

    Iago. No, forbear;
    The lethargy must have his quiet course:
    If not, he foams at mouth and by and by
    Breaks out to savage madness. Look he stirs:
    Do you withdraw yourself a little while,
    He will recover straight: when he is gone,
    I would on great occasion speak with you.
    [Exit CASSIO]
    How is it, general? have you not hurt your head?

176 IV / 1
  • I mock you! no, by heaven.
    Would you would bear your fortune like a man!
  • I mock you! no, by heaven.
    Would you would bear your fortune like a man!
  • Othello. Dost thou mock me?

    Iago. I mock you! no, by heaven.
    Would you would bear your fortune like a man!

177 IV / 1
  • There's many a beast then in a populous city,
    And many a civil monster.
  • There's many a beast then in a populous city,
    And many a civil monster.
  • Othello. A horned man's a monster and a beast.

    Iago. There's many a beast then in a populous city,
    And many a civil monster.

178 IV / 1
  • Good sir, be a man;
    Think every bearded fellow that's but yoked
    May draw...
  • Good sir, be a man;
    Think every bearded fellow that's but yoked
    May draw with you: there's millions now alive
    That nightly lie in those unproper beds
    Which they dare swear peculiar: your case is better.
    O, 'tis the spite of hell, the fiend's arch-mock,
    To lip a wanton in a secure couch,
    And to suppose her chaste! No, let me know;
    And knowing what I am, I know what she shall be.
  • Othello. Did he confess it?

    Iago. Good sir, be a man;
    Think every bearded fellow that's but yoked
    May draw with you: there's millions now alive
    That nightly lie in those unproper beds
    Which they dare swear peculiar: your case is better.
    O, 'tis the spite of hell, the fiend's arch-mock,
    To lip a wanton in a secure couch,
    And to suppose her chaste! No, let me know;
    And knowing what I am, I know what she shall be.

179 IV / 1
  • Stand you awhile apart;
    Confine yourself but in a patient list.
    Whilst y...
  • Stand you awhile apart;
    Confine yourself but in a patient list.
    Whilst you were here o'erwhelmed with your grief--
    A passion most unsuiting such a man--
    Cassio came hither: I shifted him away,
    And laid good 'scuse upon your ecstasy,
    Bade him anon return and here speak with me;
    The which he promised. Do but encave yourself,
    And mark the fleers, the gibes, and notable scorns,
    That dwell in every region of his face;
    For I will make him tell the tale anew,
    Where, how, how oft, how long ago, and when
    He hath, and is again to cope your wife:
    I say, but mark his gesture. Marry, patience;
    Or I shall say you are all in all in spleen,
    And nothing of a man.
  • Othello. O, thou art wise; 'tis certain.

    Iago. Stand you awhile apart;
    Confine yourself but in a patient list.
    Whilst you were here o'erwhelmed with your grief--
    A passion most unsuiting such a man--
    Cassio came hither: I shifted him away,
    And laid good 'scuse upon your ecstasy,
    Bade him anon return and here speak with me;
    The which he promised. Do but encave yourself,
    And mark the fleers, the gibes, and notable scorns,
    That dwell in every region of his face;
    For I will make him tell the tale anew,
    Where, how, how oft, how long ago, and when
    He hath, and is again to cope your wife:
    I say, but mark his gesture. Marry, patience;
    Or I shall say you are all in all in spleen,
    And nothing of a man.

180 IV / 1
  • That's not amiss;
    But yet keep time in all. Will you withdraw?
    [OTHELLO...
  • That's not amiss;
    But yet keep time in all. Will you withdraw?
    [OTHELLO retires]
    Now will I question Cassio of Bianca,
    A housewife that by selling her desires
    Buys herself bread and clothes: it is a creature
    That dotes on Cassio; as 'tis the strumpet's plague
    To beguile many and be beguiled by one:
    He, when he hears of her, cannot refrain
    From the excess of laughter. Here he comes:
    [Re-enter CASSIO]
    As he shall smile, Othello shall go mad;
    And his unbookish jealousy must construe
    Poor Cassio's smiles, gestures and light behavior,
    Quite in the wrong. How do you now, lieutenant?
  • Othello. Dost thou hear, Iago?
    I will be found most cunning in my patience;
    But--dost thou hear?--most bloody.

    Iago. That's not amiss;
    But yet keep time in all. Will you withdraw?
    [OTHELLO retires]
    Now will I question Cassio of Bianca,
    A housewife that by selling her desires
    Buys herself bread and clothes: it is a creature
    That dotes on Cassio; as 'tis the strumpet's plague
    To beguile many and be beguiled by one:
    He, when he hears of her, cannot refrain
    From the excess of laughter. Here he comes:
    [Re-enter CASSIO]
    As he shall smile, Othello shall go mad;
    And his unbookish jealousy must construe
    Poor Cassio's smiles, gestures and light behavior,
    Quite in the wrong. How do you now, lieutenant?

181 IV / 1
  • Ply Desdemona well, and you are sure on't.
    [Speaking lower]
    Now, if this...
  • Ply Desdemona well, and you are sure on't.
    [Speaking lower]
    Now, if this suit lay in Bianco's power,
    How quickly should you speed!
  • Cassio. The worser that you give me the addition
    Whose want even kills me.

    Iago. Ply Desdemona well, and you are sure on't.
    [Speaking lower]
    Now, if this suit lay in Bianco's power,
    How quickly should you speed!

182 IV / 1
  • I never knew woman love man so.
  • I never knew woman love man so.
  • Othello. Look, how he laughs already!

    Iago. I never knew woman love man so.

183 IV / 1
  • Do you hear, Cassio?
  • Do you hear, Cassio?
  • Othello. Now he denies it faintly, and laughs it out.

    Iago. Do you hear, Cassio?

184 IV / 1
  • She gives it out that you shall marry hey:
    Do you intend it?
  • She gives it out that you shall marry hey:
    Do you intend it?
  • Othello. Now he importunes him
    To tell it o'er: go to; well said, well said.

    Iago. She gives it out that you shall marry hey:
    Do you intend it?

185 IV / 1
  • 'Faith, the cry goes that you shall marry her.
  • 'Faith, the cry goes that you shall marry her.
  • Othello. So, so, so, so: they laugh that win.

    Iago. 'Faith, the cry goes that you shall marry her.

186 IV / 1
  • I am a very villain else.
  • I am a very villain else.
  • Cassio. Prithee, say true.

    Iago. I am a very villain else.

187 IV / 1
  • Before me! look, where she comes.
  • Before me! look, where she comes.
  • Cassio. Well, I must leave her company.

    Iago. Before me! look, where she comes.

188 IV / 1
  • After her, after her.
  • After her, after her.
  • Bianca. An you'll come to supper to-night, you may; an you
    will not, come when you are next prepared for.

    Iago. After her, after her.

189 IV / 1
  • Will you sup there?
  • Will you sup there?
  • Cassio. 'Faith, I must; she'll rail in the street else.

    Iago. Will you sup there?

190 IV / 1
  • Well, I may chance to see you; for I would very fain
    speak with you.
  • Well, I may chance to see you; for I would very fain
    speak with you.
  • Cassio. 'Faith, I intend so.

    Iago. Well, I may chance to see you; for I would very fain
    speak with you.

191 IV / 1
  • Go to; say no more.
  • Go to; say no more.
  • Cassio. Prithee, come; will you?

    Iago. Go to; say no more.

192 IV / 1
  • Did you perceive how he laughed at his vice?
  • Did you perceive how he laughed at his vice?
  • Othello. [Advancing] How shall I murder him, Iago?

    Iago. Did you perceive how he laughed at his vice?

193 IV / 1
  • And did you see the handkerchief?
  • And did you see the handkerchief?
  • Othello. O Iago!

    Iago. And did you see the handkerchief?

194 IV / 1
  • Yours by this hand: and to see how he prizes the
    foolish woman your wife! sh...
  • Yours by this hand: and to see how he prizes the
    foolish woman your wife! she gave it him, and he
    hath given it his whore.
  • Othello. Was that mine?

    Iago. Yours by this hand: and to see how he prizes the
    foolish woman your wife! she gave it him, and he
    hath given it his whore.

195 IV / 1
  • Nay, you must forget that.
  • Nay, you must forget that.
  • Othello. I would have him nine years a-killing.
    A fine woman! a fair woman! a sweet woman!

    Iago. Nay, you must forget that.

196 IV / 1
  • Nay, that's not your way.
  • Nay, that's not your way.
  • Othello. Ay, let her rot, and perish, and be damned to-night;
    for she shall not live: no, my heart is turned to
    stone; I strike it, and it hurts my hand. O, the
    world hath not a sweeter creature: she might lie by
    an emperor's side and command him tasks.

    Iago. Nay, that's not your way.

197 IV / 1
  • She's the worse for all this.
  • She's the worse for all this.
  • Othello. Hang her! I do but say what she is: so delicate
    with her needle: an admirable musician: O! she
    will sing the savageness out of a bear: of so high
    and plenteous wit and invention:--

    Iago. She's the worse for all this.

198 IV / 1
  • Ay, too gentle.
  • Ay, too gentle.
  • Othello. O, a thousand thousand times: and then, of so
    gentle a condition!

    Iago. Ay, too gentle.

199 IV / 1
  • If you are so fond over her iniquity, give her
    patent to offend; for, if it...
  • If you are so fond over her iniquity, give her
    patent to offend; for, if it touch not you, it comes
    near nobody.
  • Othello. Nay, that's certain: but yet the pity of it, Iago!
    O Iago, the pity of it, Iago!

    Iago. If you are so fond over her iniquity, give her
    patent to offend; for, if it touch not you, it comes
    near nobody.

200 IV / 1
  • O, 'tis foul in her.
  • O, 'tis foul in her.
  • Othello. I will chop her into messes: cuckold me!

    Iago. O, 'tis foul in her.

201 IV / 1
  • That's fouler.
  • That's fouler.
  • Othello. With mine officer!

    Iago. That's fouler.

202 IV / 1
  • Do it not with poison, strangle her in her bed, even
    the bed she hath contam...
  • Do it not with poison, strangle her in her bed, even
    the bed she hath contaminated.
  • Othello. Get me some poison, Iago; this night: I'll not
    expostulate with her, lest her body and beauty
    unprovide my mind again: this night, Iago.

    Iago. Do it not with poison, strangle her in her bed, even
    the bed she hath contaminated.

203 IV / 1
  • And for Cassio, let me be his undertaker: you
    shall hear more by midnight.
  • And for Cassio, let me be his undertaker: you
    shall hear more by midnight.
  • Othello. Good, good: the justice of it pleases: very good.

    Iago. And for Cassio, let me be his undertaker: you
    shall hear more by midnight.

204 IV / 1
  • Something from Venice, sure. 'Tis Lodovico
    Come from the duke: and, see, you...
  • Something from Venice, sure. 'Tis Lodovico
    Come from the duke: and, see, your wife is with him.
  • Othello. Excellent good.
    [A trumpet within]
    What trumpet is that same?

    Iago. Something from Venice, sure. 'Tis Lodovico
    Come from the duke: and, see, your wife is with him.

205 IV / 1
  • I am very glad to see you, signior
    Welcome to Cyprus.
  • I am very glad to see you, signior
    Welcome to Cyprus.
  • Desdemona. And what's the news, good cousin Lodovico?

    Iago. I am very glad to see you, signior
    Welcome to Cyprus.

206 IV / 1
  • Lives, sir.
  • Lives, sir.
  • Lodovico. I thank you. How does Lieutenant Cassio?

    Iago. Lives, sir.

207 IV / 1
  • He is much changed.
  • He is much changed.
  • Lodovico. Is this the noble Moor whom our full senate
    Call all in all sufficient? Is this the nature
    Whom passion could not shake? whose solid virtue
    The shot of accident, nor dart of chance,
    Could neither graze nor pierce?

    Iago. He is much changed.

208 IV / 1
  • He's that he is: I may not breathe my censure
    What he might be: if what he m...
  • He's that he is: I may not breathe my censure
    What he might be: if what he might he is not,
    I would to heaven he were!
  • Lodovico. Are his wits safe? is he not light of brain?

    Iago. He's that he is: I may not breathe my censure
    What he might be: if what he might he is not,
    I would to heaven he were!

209 IV / 1
  • 'Faith, that was not so well; yet would I knew
    That stroke would prove the w...
  • 'Faith, that was not so well; yet would I knew
    That stroke would prove the worst!
  • Lodovico. What, strike his wife!

    Iago. 'Faith, that was not so well; yet would I knew
    That stroke would prove the worst!

210 IV / 1
  • Alas, alas!
    It is not honesty in me to speak
    What I have seen and known....
  • Alas, alas!
    It is not honesty in me to speak
    What I have seen and known. You shall observe him,
    And his own courses will denote him so
    That I may save my speech: do but go after,
    And mark how he continues.
  • Lodovico. Is it his use?
    Or did the letters work upon his blood,
    And new-create this fault?

    Iago. Alas, alas!
    It is not honesty in me to speak
    What I have seen and known. You shall observe him,
    And his own courses will denote him so
    That I may save my speech: do but go after,
    And mark how he continues.

211 IV / 2
  • What is your pleasure, madam?
    How is't with you?
  • What is your pleasure, madam?
    How is't with you?
  • Desdemona. 'Tis meet I should be used so, very meet.
    How have I been behaved, that he might stick
    The small'st opinion on my least misuse?

    Iago. What is your pleasure, madam?
    How is't with you?

212 IV / 2
  • What's the matter, lady?
  • What's the matter, lady?
  • Desdemona. I cannot tell. Those that do teach young babes
    Do it with gentle means and easy tasks:
    He might have chid me so; for, in good faith,
    I am a child to chiding.

    Iago. What's the matter, lady?

213 IV / 2
  • What name, fair lady?
  • What name, fair lady?
  • Desdemona. Am I that name, Iago?

    Iago. What name, fair lady?

214 IV / 2
  • Why did he so?
  • Why did he so?
  • Emilia. He call'd her whore: a beggar in his drink
    Could not have laid such terms upon his callat.

    Iago. Why did he so?

215 IV / 2
  • Do not weep, do not weep. Alas the day!
  • Do not weep, do not weep. Alas the day!
  • Desdemona. I do not know; I am sure I am none such.

    Iago. Do not weep, do not weep. Alas the day!

216 IV / 2
  • Beshrew him for't!
    How comes this trick upon him?
  • Beshrew him for't!
    How comes this trick upon him?
  • Desdemona. It is my wretched fortune.

    Iago. Beshrew him for't!
    How comes this trick upon him?

217 IV / 2
  • Fie, there is no such man; it is impossible.
  • Fie, there is no such man; it is impossible.
  • Emilia. I will be hang'd, if some eternal villain,
    Some busy and insinuating rogue,
    Some cogging, cozening slave, to get some office,
    Have not devised this slander; I'll be hang'd else.

    Iago. Fie, there is no such man; it is impossible.

218 IV / 2
  • Speak within door.
  • Speak within door.
  • Emilia. A halter pardon him! and hell gnaw his bones!
    Why should he call her whore? who keeps her company?
    What place? what time? what form? what likelihood?
    The Moor's abused by some most villanous knave,
    Some base notorious knave, some scurvy fellow.
    O heaven, that such companions thou'ldst unfold,
    And put in every honest hand a whip
    To lash the rascals naked through the world
    Even from the east to the west!

    Iago. Speak within door.

219 IV / 2
  • You are a fool; go to.
  • You are a fool; go to.
  • Emilia. O, fie upon them! Some such squire he was
    That turn'd your wit the seamy side without,
    And made you to suspect me with the Moor.

    Iago. You are a fool; go to.

220 IV / 2
  • I pray you, be content; 'tis but his humour:
    The business of the state does...
  • I pray you, be content; 'tis but his humour:
    The business of the state does him offence,
    And he does chide with you.
  • Desdemona. O good Iago,
    What shall I do to win my lord again?
    Good friend, go to him; for, by this light of heaven,
    I know not how I lost him. Here I kneel:
    If e'er my will did trespass 'gainst his love,
    Either in discourse of thought or actual deed,
    Or that mine eyes, mine ears, or any sense,
    Delighted them in any other form;
    Or that I do not yet, and ever did.
    And ever will--though he do shake me off
    To beggarly divorcement--love him dearly,
    Comfort forswear me! Unkindness may do much;
    And his unkindness may defeat my life,
    But never taint my love. I cannot say 'whore:'
    It does abhor me now I speak the word;
    To do the act that might the addition earn
    Not the world's mass of vanity could make me.

    Iago. I pray you, be content; 'tis but his humour:
    The business of the state does him offence,
    And he does chide with you.

221 IV / 2
  • 'Tis but so, I warrant.
    [Trumpets within]
    Hark, how these instruments su...
  • 'Tis but so, I warrant.
    [Trumpets within]
    Hark, how these instruments summon to supper!
    The messengers of Venice stay the meat;
    Go in, and weep not; all things shall be well.
    [Exeunt DESDEMONA and EMILIA]
    [Enter RODERIGO]
    How now, Roderigo!
  • Desdemona. If 'twere no other--

    Iago. 'Tis but so, I warrant.
    [Trumpets within]
    Hark, how these instruments summon to supper!
    The messengers of Venice stay the meat;
    Go in, and weep not; all things shall be well.
    [Exeunt DESDEMONA and EMILIA]
    [Enter RODERIGO]
    How now, Roderigo!

222 IV / 2
  • What in the contrary?
  • What in the contrary?
  • Roderigo. I do not find that thou dealest justly with me.

    Iago. What in the contrary?

223 IV / 2
  • Will you hear me, Roderigo?
  • Will you hear me, Roderigo?
  • Roderigo. Every day thou daffest me with some device, Iago;
    and rather, as it seems to me now, keepest from me
    all conveniency than suppliest me with the least
    advantage of hope. I will indeed no longer endure
    it, nor am I yet persuaded to put up in peace what
    already I have foolishly suffered.

    Iago. Will you hear me, Roderigo?

224 IV / 2
  • You charge me most unjustly.
  • You charge me most unjustly.
  • Roderigo. 'Faith, I have heard too much, for your words and
    performances are no kin together.

    Iago. You charge me most unjustly.

225 IV / 2
  • Well; go to; very well.
  • Well; go to; very well.
  • Roderigo. With nought but truth. I have wasted myself out of
    my means. The jewels you have had from me to
    deliver to Desdemona would half have corrupted a
    votarist: you have told me she hath received them
    and returned me expectations and comforts of sudden
    respect and acquaintance, but I find none.

    Iago. Well; go to; very well.

226 IV / 2
  • Very well.
  • Very well.
  • Roderigo. Very well! go to! I cannot go to, man; nor 'tis
    not very well: nay, I think it is scurvy, and begin
    to find myself fobbed in it.

    Iago. Very well.

227 IV / 2
  • You have said now.
  • You have said now.
  • Roderigo. I tell you 'tis not very well. I will make myself
    known to Desdemona: if she will return me my
    jewels, I will give over my suit and repent my
    unlawful solicitation; if not, assure yourself I
    will seek satisfaction of you.

    Iago. You have said now.

228 IV / 2
  • Why, now I see there's mettle in thee, and even from
    this instant to build o...
  • Why, now I see there's mettle in thee, and even from
    this instant to build on thee a better opinion than
    ever before. Give me thy hand, Roderigo: thou hast
    taken against me a most just exception; but yet, I
    protest, I have dealt most directly in thy affair.
  • Roderigo. Ay, and said nothing but what I protest intendment of doing.

    Iago. Why, now I see there's mettle in thee, and even from
    this instant to build on thee a better opinion than
    ever before. Give me thy hand, Roderigo: thou hast
    taken against me a most just exception; but yet, I
    protest, I have dealt most directly in thy affair.

229 IV / 2
  • I grant indeed it hath not appeared, and your
    suspicion is not without wit a...
  • I grant indeed it hath not appeared, and your
    suspicion is not without wit and judgment. But,
    Roderigo, if thou hast that in thee indeed, which I
    have greater reason to believe now than ever, I mean
    purpose, courage and valour, this night show it: if
    thou the next night following enjoy not Desdemona,
    take me from this world with treachery and devise
    engines for my life.
  • Roderigo. It hath not appeared.

    Iago. I grant indeed it hath not appeared, and your
    suspicion is not without wit and judgment. But,
    Roderigo, if thou hast that in thee indeed, which I
    have greater reason to believe now than ever, I mean
    purpose, courage and valour, this night show it: if
    thou the next night following enjoy not Desdemona,
    take me from this world with treachery and devise
    engines for my life.

230 IV / 2
  • Sir, there is especial commission come from Venice
    to depute Cassio in Othel...
  • Sir, there is especial commission come from Venice
    to depute Cassio in Othello's place.
  • Roderigo. Well, what is it? is it within reason and compass?

    Iago. Sir, there is especial commission come from Venice
    to depute Cassio in Othello's place.

231 IV / 2
  • O, no; he goes into Mauritania and takes away with
    him the fair Desdemona, u...
  • O, no; he goes into Mauritania and takes away with
    him the fair Desdemona, unless his abode be
    lingered here by some accident: wherein none can be
    so determinate as the removing of Cassio.
  • Roderigo. Is that true? why, then Othello and Desdemona
    return again to Venice.

    Iago. O, no; he goes into Mauritania and takes away with
    him the fair Desdemona, unless his abode be
    lingered here by some accident: wherein none can be
    so determinate as the removing of Cassio.

232 IV / 2
  • Why, by making him uncapable of Othello's place;
    knocking out his brains.
  • Why, by making him uncapable of Othello's place;
    knocking out his brains.
  • Roderigo. How do you mean, removing of him?

    Iago. Why, by making him uncapable of Othello's place;
    knocking out his brains.

233 IV / 2
  • Ay, if you dare do yourself a profit and a right.
    He sups to-night with a ha...
  • Ay, if you dare do yourself a profit and a right.
    He sups to-night with a harlotry, and thither will I
    go to him: he knows not yet of his horrorable
    fortune. If you will watch his going thence, which
    I will fashion to fall out between twelve and one,
    you may take him at your pleasure: I will be near
    to second your attempt, and he shall fall between
    us. Come, stand not amazed at it, but go along with
    me; I will show you such a necessity in his death
    that you shall think yourself bound to put it on
    him. It is now high suppertime, and the night grows
    to waste: about it.
  • Roderigo. And that you would have me to do?

    Iago. Ay, if you dare do yourself a profit and a right.
    He sups to-night with a harlotry, and thither will I
    go to him: he knows not yet of his horrorable
    fortune. If you will watch his going thence, which
    I will fashion to fall out between twelve and one,
    you may take him at your pleasure: I will be near
    to second your attempt, and he shall fall between
    us. Come, stand not amazed at it, but go along with
    me; I will show you such a necessity in his death
    that you shall think yourself bound to put it on
    him. It is now high suppertime, and the night grows
    to waste: about it.

234 IV / 2
  • And you shall be satisfied.
  • And you shall be satisfied.
  • Roderigo. I will hear further reason for this.

    Iago. And you shall be satisfied.

235 V / 1
  • Here, stand behind this bulk; straight will he come:
    Wear thy good rapier ba...
  • Here, stand behind this bulk; straight will he come:
    Wear thy good rapier bare, and put it home:
    Quick, quick; fear nothing; I'll be at thy elbow:
    It makes us, or it mars us; think on that,
    And fix most firm thy resolution.
  • Desdemona. Good night, good night: heaven me such uses send,
    Not to pick bad from bad, but by bad mend!

    Iago. Here, stand behind this bulk; straight will he come:
    Wear thy good rapier bare, and put it home:
    Quick, quick; fear nothing; I'll be at thy elbow:
    It makes us, or it mars us; think on that,
    And fix most firm thy resolution.

236 V / 1
  • Here, at thy hand: be bold, and take thy stand.
  • Here, at thy hand: be bold, and take thy stand.
  • Roderigo. Be near at hand; I may miscarry in't.

    Iago. Here, at thy hand: be bold, and take thy stand.

237 V / 1
  • I have rubb'd this young quat almost to the sense,
    And he grows angry. Now,...
  • I have rubb'd this young quat almost to the sense,
    And he grows angry. Now, whether he kill Cassio,
    Or Cassio him, or each do kill the other,
    Every way makes my gain: live Roderigo,
    He calls me to a restitution large
    Of gold and jewels that I bobb'd from him,
    As gifts to Desdemona;
    It must not be: if Cassio do remain,
    He hath a daily beauty in his life
    That makes me ugly; and, besides, the Moor
    May unfold me to him; there stand I in much peril:
    No, he must die. But so: I hear him coming.
  • Roderigo. I have no great devotion to the deed;
    And yet he hath given me satisfying reasons:
    'Tis but a man gone. Forth, my sword: he dies.

    Iago. I have rubb'd this young quat almost to the sense,
    And he grows angry. Now, whether he kill Cassio,
    Or Cassio him, or each do kill the other,
    Every way makes my gain: live Roderigo,
    He calls me to a restitution large
    Of gold and jewels that I bobb'd from him,
    As gifts to Desdemona;
    It must not be: if Cassio do remain,
    He hath a daily beauty in his life
    That makes me ugly; and, besides, the Moor
    May unfold me to him; there stand I in much peril:
    No, he must die. But so: I hear him coming.

238 V / 1
  • Who's there? whose noise is this that ones on murder?
  • Who's there? whose noise is this that ones on murder?
  • Gratiano. Here's one comes in his shirt, with light and weapons.

    Iago. Who's there? whose noise is this that ones on murder?

239 V / 1
  • Did not you hear a cry?
  • Did not you hear a cry?
  • Lodovico. We do not know.

    Iago. Did not you hear a cry?

240 V / 1
  • What's the matter?
  • What's the matter?
  • Cassio. Here, here! for heaven's sake, help me!

    Iago. What's the matter?

241 V / 1
  • What are you here that cry so grievously?
  • What are you here that cry so grievously?
  • Lodovico. The same indeed; a very valiant fellow.

    Iago. What are you here that cry so grievously?

242 V / 1
  • O me, lieutenant! what villains have done this?
  • O me, lieutenant! what villains have done this?
  • Cassio. Iago? O, I am spoil'd, undone by villains!
    Give me some help.

    Iago. O me, lieutenant! what villains have done this?

243 V / 1
  • O treacherous villains!
    What are you there? come in, and give some help.
  • O treacherous villains!
    What are you there? come in, and give some help.
  • Cassio. I think that one of them is hereabout,
    And cannot make away.

    Iago. O treacherous villains!
    What are you there? come in, and give some help.

244 V / 1
  • O murderous slave! O villain!
  • O murderous slave! O villain!
  • Cassio. That's one of them.

    Iago. O murderous slave! O villain!

245 V / 1
  • Kill men i' the dark!--Where be these bloody thieves?--
    How silent is this t...
  • Kill men i' the dark!--Where be these bloody thieves?--
    How silent is this town!--Ho! murder! murder!--
    What may you be? are you of good or evil?
  • Roderigo. O damn'd Iago! O inhuman dog!

    Iago. Kill men i' the dark!--Where be these bloody thieves?--
    How silent is this town!--Ho! murder! murder!--
    What may you be? are you of good or evil?

246 V / 1
  • Signior Lodovico?
  • Signior Lodovico?
  • Lodovico. As you shall prove us, praise us.

    Iago. Signior Lodovico?

247 V / 1
  • I cry you mercy. Here's Cassio hurt by villains.
  • I cry you mercy. Here's Cassio hurt by villains.
  • Lodovico. He, sir.

    Iago. I cry you mercy. Here's Cassio hurt by villains.

248 V / 1
  • How is't, brother!
  • How is't, brother!
  • Gratiano. Cassio!

    Iago. How is't, brother!

249 V / 1
  • Marry, heaven forbid!
    Light, gentlemen; I'll bind it with my shirt.
  • Marry, heaven forbid!
    Light, gentlemen; I'll bind it with my shirt.
  • Cassio. My leg is cut in two.

    Iago. Marry, heaven forbid!
    Light, gentlemen; I'll bind it with my shirt.

250 V / 1
  • Who is't that cried!
  • Who is't that cried!
  • Bianca. What is the matter, ho? who is't that cried?

    Iago. Who is't that cried!

251 V / 1
  • O notable strumpet! Cassio, may you suspect
    Who they should be that have thu...
  • O notable strumpet! Cassio, may you suspect
    Who they should be that have thus many led you?
  • Bianca. O my dear Cassio! my sweet Cassio! O Cassio,
    Cassio, Cassio!

    Iago. O notable strumpet! Cassio, may you suspect
    Who they should be that have thus many led you?

252 V / 1
  • Lend me a garter. So. O, for a chair,
    To bear him easily hence!
  • Lend me a garter. So. O, for a chair,
    To bear him easily hence!
  • Gratiano. I am to find you thus: I have been to seek you.

    Iago. Lend me a garter. So. O, for a chair,
    To bear him easily hence!

253 V / 1
  • Gentlemen all, I do suspect this trash
    To be a party in this injury.
    Pat...
  • Gentlemen all, I do suspect this trash
    To be a party in this injury.
    Patience awhile, good Cassio. Come, come;
    Lend me a light. Know we this face or no?
    Alas my friend and my dear countryman
    Roderigo! no:--yes, sure: O heaven! Roderigo.
  • Bianca. Alas, he faints! O Cassio, Cassio, Cassio!

    Iago. Gentlemen all, I do suspect this trash
    To be a party in this injury.
    Patience awhile, good Cassio. Come, come;
    Lend me a light. Know we this face or no?
    Alas my friend and my dear countryman
    Roderigo! no:--yes, sure: O heaven! Roderigo.

254 V / 1
  • Even he, sir; did you know him?
  • Even he, sir; did you know him?
  • Gratiano. What, of Venice?

    Iago. Even he, sir; did you know him?

255 V / 1
  • Signior Gratiano? I cry you gentle pardon;
    These bloody accidents must excus...
  • Signior Gratiano? I cry you gentle pardon;
    These bloody accidents must excuse my manners,
    That so neglected you.
  • Gratiano. Know him! ay.

    Iago. Signior Gratiano? I cry you gentle pardon;
    These bloody accidents must excuse my manners,
    That so neglected you.

256 V / 1
  • How do you, Cassio? O, a chair, a chair!
  • How do you, Cassio? O, a chair, a chair!
  • Gratiano. I am glad to see you.

    Iago. How do you, Cassio? O, a chair, a chair!

257 V / 1
  • He, he 'tis he.
    [A chair brought in]
    O, that's well said; the chair!
  • He, he 'tis he.
    [A chair brought in]
    O, that's well said; the chair!
  • Gratiano. Roderigo!

    Iago. He, he 'tis he.
    [A chair brought in]
    O, that's well said; the chair!

258 V / 1
  • [To BIANCA] What, look you pale? O, bear him out
    o' the air.
    [CASSIO and...
  • [To BIANCA] What, look you pale? O, bear him out
    o' the air.
    [CASSIO and RODERIGO are borne off]
    Stay you, good gentlemen. Look you pale, mistress?
    Do you perceive the gastness of her eye?
    Nay, if you stare, we shall hear more anon.
    Behold her well; I pray you, look upon her:
    Do you see, gentlemen? nay, guiltiness will speak,
    Though tongues were out of use.
  • Cassio. None in the world; nor do I know the man.

    Iago. [To BIANCA] What, look you pale? O, bear him out
    o' the air.
    [CASSIO and RODERIGO are borne off]
    Stay you, good gentlemen. Look you pale, mistress?
    Do you perceive the gastness of her eye?
    Nay, if you stare, we shall hear more anon.
    Behold her well; I pray you, look upon her:
    Do you see, gentlemen? nay, guiltiness will speak,
    Though tongues were out of use.

259 V / 1
  • Cassio hath here been set on in the dark
    By Roderigo and fellows that are sc...
  • Cassio hath here been set on in the dark
    By Roderigo and fellows that are scaped:
    He's almost slain, and Roderigo dead.
  • Emilia. 'Las, what's the matter? what's the matter, husband?

    Iago. Cassio hath here been set on in the dark
    By Roderigo and fellows that are scaped:
    He's almost slain, and Roderigo dead.

260 V / 1
  • This is the fruit of whoring. Prithee, Emilia,
    Go know of Cassio where he su...
  • This is the fruit of whoring. Prithee, Emilia,
    Go know of Cassio where he supp'd to-night.
    [To BIANCA]
    What, do you shake at that?
  • Emilia. Alas, good gentleman! alas, good Cassio!

    Iago. This is the fruit of whoring. Prithee, Emilia,
    Go know of Cassio where he supp'd to-night.
    [To BIANCA]
    What, do you shake at that?

261 V / 1
  • O, did he so? I charge you, go with me.
  • O, did he so? I charge you, go with me.
  • Bianca. He supp'd at my house; but I therefore shake not.

    Iago. O, did he so? I charge you, go with me.

262 V / 1
  • Kind gentlemen, let's go see poor Cassio dress'd.
    Come, mistress, you must t...
  • Kind gentlemen, let's go see poor Cassio dress'd.
    Come, mistress, you must tell's another tale.
    Emilia run you to the citadel,
    And tell my lord and lady what hath happ'd.
    Will you go on? I pray.
    [Aside]
    This is the night
    That either makes me or fordoes me quite.
  • Emilia. As I! foh! fie upon thee!

    Iago. Kind gentlemen, let's go see poor Cassio dress'd.
    Come, mistress, you must tell's another tale.
    Emilia run you to the citadel,
    And tell my lord and lady what hath happ'd.
    Will you go on? I pray.
    [Aside]
    This is the night
    That either makes me or fordoes me quite.

263 V / 2
  • I told him what I thought, and told no more
    Than what he found himself was a...
  • I told him what I thought, and told no more
    Than what he found himself was apt and true.
  • Emilia. Disprove this villain, if thou be'st a man:
    He says thou told'st him that his wife was false:
    I know thou didst not, thou'rt not such a villain:
    Speak, for my heart is full.

    Iago. I told him what I thought, and told no more
    Than what he found himself was apt and true.

264 V / 2
  • I did.
  • I did.
  • Emilia. But did you ever tell him she was false?

    Iago. I did.

265 V / 2
  • With Cassio, mistress. Go to, charm your tongue.
  • With Cassio, mistress. Go to, charm your tongue.
  • Emilia. You told a lie, an odious, damned lie;
    Upon my soul, a lie, a wicked lie.
    She false with Cassio!--did you say with Cassio?

    Iago. With Cassio, mistress. Go to, charm your tongue.

266 V / 2
  • What, are you mad? I charge you, get you home.
  • What, are you mad? I charge you, get you home.
  • Emilia. Villany, villany, villany!
    I think upon't, I think: I smell't: O villany!--
    I thought so then:--I'll kill myself for grief:--
    O villany, villany!

    Iago. What, are you mad? I charge you, get you home.

267 V / 2
  • Come, hold your peace.
  • Come, hold your peace.
  • Emilia. O heaven! O heavenly powers!

    Iago. Come, hold your peace.

268 V / 2
  • Be wise, and get you home.
  • Be wise, and get you home.
  • Emilia. 'Twill out, 'twill out: I peace!
    No, I will speak as liberal as the north:
    Let heaven and men and devils, let them all,
    All, all, cry shame against me, yet I'll speak.

    Iago. Be wise, and get you home.

269 V / 2
  • Villanous whore!
  • Villanous whore!
  • Emilia. O thou dull Moor! that handkerchief thou speak'st of
    I found by fortune and did give my husband;
    For often, with a solemn earnestness,
    More than indeed belong'd to such a trifle,
    He begg'd of me to steal it.

    Iago. Villanous whore!

270 V / 2
  • Filth, thou liest!
  • Filth, thou liest!
  • Emilia. She give it Cassio! no, alas! I found it,
    And I did give't my husband.

    Iago. Filth, thou liest!

271 V / 2
  • I bleed, sir; but not kill'd.
  • I bleed, sir; but not kill'd.
  • Lodovico. Wrench his sword from him.

    Iago. I bleed, sir; but not kill'd.

272 V / 2
  • Demand me nothing: what you know, you know:
    From this time forth I never wil...
  • Demand me nothing: what you know, you know:
    From this time forth I never will speak word.
  • Othello. I do believe it, and I ask your pardon.
    Will you, I pray, demand that demi-devil
    Why he hath thus ensnared my soul and body?

    Iago. Demand me nothing: what you know, you know:
    From this time forth I never will speak word.

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