Enter DESDEMONA, CASSIO,
1 Be thou assured, good Cassio, I will do
2 All my abilities in thy behalf.
3 Good madam, do: I warrant it grieves my husband,
4 As if the case were his.
5 O, that's an honest fellow. Do not doubt, Cassio,
6 But I will have my lord and you again
7 As friendly as you were.
7 Bounteous madam,
8 Whatever shall become of Michael Cassio,
9 He's never any thing but your true servant.
10 I know't; I thank you. You do love my lord:
11 You have known him long; and be you well assured
12 He shall in strangeness stand no further off
13 Than in a politic distance.
13 Ay, but, lady,
14 That policy may either last so long,
15 Or feed upon such nice and waterish diet,
16 Or breed itself so out of circumstances,
17 That, I being absent and my place supplied,
18 My general will forget my love and service.
19 Do not doubt that; before Emilia here
20 I give thee warrant of thy place. Assure thee,
21 If I do vow a friendship, I'll perform it
22 To the last article. My lord shall never rest;
23 I'll watch him tame and talk him out of patience;
24 His bed shall seem a school, his board a shrift;
25 I'll intermingle every thing he does
26 With Cassio's suit. Therefore be merry, Cassio;
27 For thy solicitor shall rather die
28 Than give thy cause away.
29 Madam, here comes my lord.
Enter OTHELLO and IAGO.
30 Madam, I'll take my leave.
31 Why, stay, and hear me speak.
32 Madam, not now: I am very ill at ease,
33 Unfit for mine own purposes.
34 Well, do your discretion.
35 Ha! I like not that.
35 What dost thou say?
36 Nothing, my lord: or ifI know not what.
37 Was not that Cassio parted from my wife?
38 Cassio, my lord! No, sure, I cannot think it,
39 That he would steal away so guilty-like,
40 Seeing you coming.
40 I do believe 'twas he.
41 How now, my lord!
42 I have been talking with a suitor here,
43 A man that languishes in your displeasure.
44 Who is't you mean?
45 Why, your lieutenant, Cassio. Good my lord,
46 If I have any grace or power to move you,
47 His present reconciliation take;
48 For if he be not one that truly loves you,
49 That errs in ignorance and not in cunning,
50 I have no judgment in an honest face:
51 I prithee, call him back.
51 Went he hence now?
52 Ay, sooth; so humbled
53 That he hath left part of his grief with me,
54 To suffer with him. Good love, call him back.
55 Not now, sweet Desdemon; some other time.
56 But shall't be shortly?
56 The sooner, sweet, for you.
57 Shall't be tonight at supper?
57 No, not tonight.
58 tomorrow dinner, then?
58 I shall not dine at home;
59 I meet the captains at the citadel.
60 Why, then, tomorrow night; or Tuesday morn;
61 On Tuesday noon, or night; on Wednesday morn:
62 I prithee, name the time, but let it not
63 Exceed three days. In faith, he's penitent;
64 And yet his trespass, in our common reason
65 Save that, they say, the wars must make examples
66 Out of her bestis not almost a fault
67 To incur a private check. When shall he come?
68 Tell me, Othello: I wonder in my soul,
69 What you would ask me, that I should deny,
70 Or stand so mammering on. What! Michael Cassio,
71 That came a-wooing with you, and so many a time,
72 When I have spoke of you dispraisingly,
73 Hath ta'en your part to have so much to do
74 To bring him in! Trust me, I could do much,
75 Prithee, no more; let him come when he will;
76 I will deny thee nothing.
76 Why, this is not a boon;
77 'Tis as I should entreat you wear your gloves,
78 Or feed on nourishing dishes, or keep you warm,
79 Or sue to you to do a peculiar profit
80 To your own person: nay, when I have a suit
81 Wherein I mean to touch your love indeed,
82 It shall be full of poise and difficult weight
83 And fearful to be granted.
83 I will deny thee nothing:
84 Whereon, I do beseech thee, grant me this,
85 To leave me but a little to myself.
86 Shall I deny you? no: farewell, my lord.
87 Farewell, my Desdemona: I'll come to thee straight.
88 Emilia, come. Be as your fancies teach you;
89 Whate'er you be, I am obedient.
Exit [with Emilia].
90 Excellent wretch! Perdition catch my soul,
91 But I do love thee! and when I love thee not,
92 Chaos is come again.
93 My noble lord
93 What dost thou say, Iago?
94 Did Michael Cassio, when you woo'd my lady,
95 Know of your love?
96 He did, from first to last: why dost thou ask?
97 But for a satisfaction of my thought;
98 No further harm.
98 Why of thy thought, Iago?
99 I did not think he had been acquainted with her.
100 O, yes; and went between us very oft.
102 Indeed! ay, indeed: discern'st thou aught in that?
103 Is he not honest?
103 Honest, my lord?
104 Honest! ay, honest.
104 My lord, for aught I know.
105 What dost thou think?
105 Think, my lord!
106 Think, my lord! By heaven, he echoes me,
107 As if there were some monster in his thought
108 Too hideous to be shown. Thou dost mean something:
109 I heard thee say even now, thou likedst not that,
110 When Cassio left my wife: what didst not like?
111 And when I told thee he was of my counsel
112 In my whole course of wooing, thou criedst "Indeed!"
113 And didst contract and purse thy brow together,
114 As if thou then hadst shut up in thy brain
115 Some horrible conceit. If thou dost love me,
116 Show me thy thought.
117 My lord, you know I love you.
117 I think thou dost;
118 And, for I know thou'rt full of love and honesty,
119 And weigh'st thy words before thou givest them breath,
120 Therefore these stops of thine fright me the more;
121 For such things in a false disloyal knave
122 Are tricks of custom, but in a man that's just
123 They are close dilations, working from the heart
124 That passion cannot rule.
124 For Michael Cassio,
125 I dare be sworn I think that he is honest.
126 I think so too.
126 Men should be what they seem;
127 Or those that be not, would they might seem none!
128 Certain, men should be what they seem.
129 Why, then, I think Cassio's an honest man.
130 Nay, yet there's more in this:
131 I prithee, speak to me as to thy thinkings,
132 As thou dost ruminate, and give thy worst of thoughts
133 The worst of words.
133 Good my lord, pardon me:
134 Though I am bound to every act of duty,
135 I am not bound to that all slaves are free to.
136 Utter my thoughts? Why, say they are vile and false;
137 As where's that palace whereinto foul things
138 Sometimes intrude not? Who has a breast so pure,
139 But some uncleanly apprehensions
140 Keep leets and law-days and in session sit
141 With meditations lawful?
142 Thou dost conspire against thy friend, Iago,
143 If thou but think'st him wrong'd and makest his ear
144 A stranger to thy thoughts.
144 I do beseech you
145 Though I perchance am vicious in my guess,
146 As, I confess, it is my nature's plague
147 To spy into abuses, and oft my jealousy
148 Shapes faults that are notthat your wisdom yet,
149 From one that so imperfectly conceits,
150 Would take no notice, nor build yourself a trouble
151 Out of his scattering and unsure observance.
152 It were not for your quiet nor your good,
153 Nor for my manhood, honesty, or wisdom,
154 To let you know my thoughts.
154 'Zounds, what dost thou mean?
155 Good name in man and woman, dear my lord,
156 Is the immediate jewel of their souls.
157 Who steals my purse steals trash; 'tis something, nothing;
158 'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands:
159 But he that filches from me my good name
160 Robs me of that which not enriches him
161 And makes me poor indeed.
162 By heaven, I'll know thy thoughts.
163 You cannot, if my heart were in your hand;
164 Nor shall not, whilst 'tis in my custody.
165 O, beware, my lord, of jealousy;
166 It is the green-eyed monster which doth mock
167 The meat it feeds on; that cuckold lives in bliss
168 Who, certain of his fate, loves not his wronger;
169 But, O, what damned minutes tells he o'er
170 Who dotes, yet doubts, suspects, yet strongly loves!
171 O misery!
172 Poor and content is rich and rich enough,
173 But riches fineless is as poor as winter
174 To him that ever fears he shall be poor.
175 Good heaven, the souls of all my tribe defend
176 From jealousy!
176 Why, why is this?
177 Think'st thou I'ld make a life of jealousy,
178 To follow still the changes of the moon
179 With fresh suspicions? No! to be once in doubt
180 Is once to be resolved. Exchange me for a goat,
181 When I shall turn the business of my soul
182 To such exsufflicate and blown surmises,
183 Matching thy inference. 'Tis not to make me jealous
184 To say my wife is fair, feeds well, loves company,
185 Is free of speech, sings, plays and dances well;
186 Where virtue is, these are more virtuous.
187 Nor from mine own weak merits will I draw
188 The smallest fear or doubt of her revolt;
189 For she had eyes, and chose me. No, Iago;
190 I'll see before I doubt; when I doubt, prove;
191 And on the proof, there is no more but this,
192 Away at once with love or jealousy!
193 I am glad of it; for now I shall have reason
194 To show the love and duty that I bear you
195 With franker spirit: therefore, as I am bound,
196 Receive it from me. I speak not yet of proof.
197 Look to your wife; observe her well with Cassio;
198 Wear your eye thus, not jealous nor secure.
199 I would not have your free and noble nature,
200 Out of self-bounty, be abused; look to't.
201 I know our country disposition well;
202 In Venice they do let heaven see the pranks
203 They dare not show their husbands; their best conscience
204 Is not to leave't undone, but keep't unknown.
205 Dost thou say so?
206 She did deceive her father, marrying you;
207 And when she seem'd to shake and fear your looks,
208 She loved them most.
208 And so she did.
208 Why, go to then;
209 She that, so young, could give out such a seeming,
210 To seel her father's eyes up close as oak,
211 He thought 'twas witchcraftbut I am much to blame;
212 I humbly do beseech you of your pardon
213 For too much loving you.
213 I am bound to thee for ever.
214 I see this hath a little dash'd your spirits.
215 Not a jot, not a jot.
215 I' faith, I fear it has.
216 I hope you will consider what is spoke
217 Comes from my love. But I do see you're moved:
218 I am to pray you not to strain my speech
219 To grosser issues nor to larger reach
220 Than to suspicion.
221 I will not.
221 Should you do so, my lord,
222 My speech should fall into such vile success
223 As my thoughts aim not at. Cassio's my worthy friend
224 My lord, I see you're moved.
224 No, not much moved:
225 I do not think but Desdemona's honest.
226 Long live she so! and long live you to think so!
227 And yet, how nature erring from itself,
228 Ay, there's the point: asto be bold with you
229 Not to affect many proposed matches
230 Of her own clime, complexion, and degree,
231 Whereto we see in all things nature tends
232 Foh! one may smell in such, a will most rank,
233 Foul disproportions, thoughts unnatural.
234 But pardon me; I do not in position
235 Distinctly speak of her; though I may fear
236 Her will, recoiling to her better judgment,
237 May fall to match you with her country forms
238 And happily repent.
238 Farewell, farewell!
239 If more thou dost perceive, let me know more;
240 Set on thy wife to observe: leave me, Iago:
241 My lord, I take my leave.
242 Why did I marry? This honest creature doubtless
243 Sees and knows more, much more, than he unfolds.
244 My lord, I would I might entreat your honor
245 To scan this thing no further; leave it to time:
246 Though it be fit that Cassio have his place,
247 For sure, he fills it up with great ability,
248 Yet, if you please to hold him off awhile,
249 You shall by that perceive him and his means:
250 Note, if your lady strain his entertainment
251 With any strong or vehement importunity;
252 Much will be seen in that. In the mean time,
253 Let me be thought too busy in my fears
254 As worthy cause I have to fear I am
255 And hold her free, I do beseech your honor.
256 Fear not my government.
257 I once more take my leave.
258 This fellow's of exceeding honesty,
259 And knows all qualities, with a learned spirit,
260 Of human dealings. If I do prove her haggard,
261 Though that her jesses were my dear heartstrings,
262 I'ld whistle her off and let her down the wind,
263 To prey at fortune. Haply, for I am black
264 And have not those soft parts of conversation
265 That chamberers have, or for I am declined
266 Into the vale of years,yet that's not much
267 She's gone. I am abused; and my relief
268 Must be to loathe her. O curse of marriage,
269 That we can call these delicate creatures ours,
270 And not their appetites! I had rather be a toad,
271 And live upon the vapour of a dungeon,
272 Than keep a corner in the thing I love
273 For others' uses. Yet, 'tis the plague of great ones;
274 Prerogativ'd are they less than the base;
275 'Tis destiny unshunnable, like death:
276 Even then this forked plague is fated to us
277 When we do quicken. Look where she comes:
Enter DESDEMONA and EMILIA.
278 If she be false, O, then heaven mocks itself!
279 I'll not believe't.
279 How now, my dear Othello!
280 Your dinner, and the generous islanders
281 By you invited, do attend your presence.
282 I am to blame.
282 Why do you speak so faintly?
283 Are you not well?
284 I have a pain upon my forehead here.
285 'Faith, that's with watching; 'twill away again:
286 Let me but bind it hard, within this hour
287 It will be well.
287 Your napkin is too little:
[He puts the handkerchief from him, and it drops.]
288 Let it alone. Come, I'll go in with you.
289 I am very sorry that you are not well.
Exit [with Othello].
290 I am glad I have found this napkin:
291 This was her first remembrance from the Moor.
292 My wayward husband hath a hundred times
293 Woo'd me to steal it; but she so loves the token,
294 For he conjured her she should ever keep it,
295 That she reserves it evermore about her
296 To kiss and talk to. I'll have the work ta'en out,
297 And give't Iago: what he will do with it
298 Heaven knows, not I;
299 I nothing but to please his fantasy.
300 How now! what do you here alone?
301 Do not you chide; I have a thing for you.
302 A thing for me? it is a common thing
304 To have a foolish wife.
305 O, is that all? What will you give me now
306 For the same handkerchief?
306 What handkerchief?
307 What handkerchief?
308 Why, that the Moor first gave to Desdemona;
309 That which so often you did bid me steal.
310 Hast stol'n it from her?
311 No, 'faith; she let it drop by negligence.
312 And, to the advantage, I, being here, took't up.
313 Look, here it is.
313 A good wench; give it me.
314 What will you do with 't, that you have been so earnest
315 To have me filch it?
IAGO [Snatching it.]
315 Why, what's that to you?
316 If it be not for some purpose of import,
317 Give't me again: poor lady, she'll run mad
318 When she shall lack it.
319 Be not acknown on 't; I have use for it.
320 Go, leave me.
321 I will in Cassio's lodging lose this napkin,
322 And let him find it. Trifles light as air
323 Are to the jealous confirmations strong
324 As proofs of holy writ: this may do something.
325 The Moor already changes with my poison:
326 Dangerous conceits are, in their natures, poisons.
327 Which at the first are scarce found to distaste,
328 But with a little act upon the blood
329 Burn like the mines of sulphur.
329 I did say so.
330 Look where he comes! Not poppy, nor mandragora,
331 Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world,
332 Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep
333 Which thou owedst yesterday.
333 Ha! ha! false to me?
334 Why, how now, general! no more of that.
335 Avaunt! be gone! thou hast set me on the rack:
336 I swear 'tis better to be much abused
337 Than but to know't a little.
337 How now, my lord!
338 What sense had I of her stol'n hours of lust?
339 I saw't not, thought it not, it harm'd not me:
340 I slept the next night well, was free and merry;
341 I found not Cassio's kisses on her lips:
342 He that is robb'd, not wanting what is stol'n,
343 Let him not know't, and he's not robb'd at all.
344 I am sorry to hear this.
345 I had been happy, if the general camp,
346 Pioners and all, had tasted her sweet body,
347 So I had nothing known. O, now, for ever
348 Farewell the tranquil mind! farewell content!
349 Farewell the plumed troop, and the big wars,
350 That make ambition virtue! O, farewell!
351 Farewell the neighing steed, and the shrill trump,
352 The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife,
353 The royal banner, and all quality,
354 Pride, pomp and circumstance of glorious war!
355 And, O you mortal engines, whose rude throats
356 The immortal Jove's dread clamours counterfeit,
357 Farewell! Othello's occupation's gone!
358 Is't possible, my lord?
359 Villain, be sure thou prove my love a whore;
360 Be sure of it; give me the ocular proof:
361 Or by the worth of man's eternal soul,
362 Thou hadst been better have been born a dog
363 Than answer my waked wrath!
363 Is't come to this?
364 Make me to see't; or, at the least, so prove it,
365 That the probation bear no hinge nor loop
366 To hang a doubt on; or woe upon thy life!
367 My noble lord,
368 If thou dost slander her and torture me,
369 Never pray more; abandon all remorse;
370 On horror's head horrors accumulate;
371 Do deeds to make heaven weep, all earth amazed;
372 For nothing canst thou to damnation add
373 Greater than that.
373 O grace! O heaven forgive me!
374 Are you a man? have you a soul or sense?
375 God buy you; take mine office. O wretched fool,
376 That livest to make thine honesty a vice!
377 O monstrous world! Take note, take note, O world,
378 To be direct and honest is not safe.
379 I thank you for this profit; and from hence
380 I'll love no friend, sith love breeds such offence.
381 Nay, stay. Thou shouldst be honest.
382 I should be wise, for honesty's a fool
383 And loses that it works for.
383 By the world,
384 I think my wife be honest and think she is not;
385 I think that thou art just and think thou art not.
386 I'll have some proof. Her name, that was as fresh
387 As Dian's visage, is now begrimed and black
388 As mine own face. If there be cords, or knives,
389 Poison, or fire, or suffocating streams,
390 I'll not endure it. Would I were satisfied!
391 I see, sir, you are eaten up with passion:
392 I do repent me that I put it to you.
393 You would be satisfied?
393 Would! nay, I will.
394 And may: but, how? how satisfied, my lord?
395 Would you, the supervisor, grossly gape on
396 Behold her topp'd?
396 Death and damnation! O!
397 It were a tedious difficulty, I think,
398 To bring them to that prospect: damn them then,
399 If ever mortal eyes do see them bolster
400 More than their own! What then? how then?
401 What shall I say? Where's satisfaction?
402 It is impossible you should see this,
403 Were they as prime as goats, as hot as monkeys,
404 As salt as wolves in pride, and fools as gross
405 As ignorance made drunk. But yet, I say,
406 If imputation and strong circumstances,
407 Which lead directly to the door of truth,
408 Will give you satisfaction, you may have't.
409 Give me a living reason she's disloyal.
410 I do not like the office:
411 But, sith I am enter'd in this cause so far,
412 Prick'd to't by foolish honesty and love,
413 I will go on. I lay with Cassio lately;
414 And, being troubled with a raging tooth,
415 I could not sleep.
416 There are a kind of men so loose of soul,
417 That in their sleeps will mutter their affairs:
418 One of this kind is Cassio:
419 In sleep I heard him say "Sweet Desdemona,
420 Let us be wary, let us hide our loves";
421 And then, sir, would he gripe and wring my hand,
422 Cry "O sweet creature!" and then kiss me hard,
423 As if he pluck'd up kisses by the roots
424 That grew upon my lips: then laid his leg
425 Over my thigh, and sigh'd, and kiss'd; and then
426 Cried "Cursed fate that gave thee to the Moor!"
427 O monstrous! monstrous!
427 Nay, this was but his dream.
428 But this denoted a foregone conclusion:
429 'Tis a shrewd doubt, though it be but a dream.
430 And this may help to thicken other proofs
431 That do demonstrate thinly.
431 I'll tear her all to pieces.
432 Nay, but be wise: yet we see nothing done;
433 She may be honest yet. Tell me but this,
434 Have you not sometimes seen a handkerchief
435 Spotted with strawberries in your wife's hand?
436 I gave her such a one; 'twas my first gift.
437 I know not that; but such a handkerchief
438 I am sure it was your wife'sdid I today
439 See Cassio wipe his beard with.
439 If it be that
440 If it be that, or any that was hers,
441 It speaks against her with the other proofs.
442 O, that the slave had forty thousand lives!
443 One is too poor, too weak for my revenge.
444 Now do I see 'tis true. Look here, Iago;
445 All my fond love thus do I blow to heaven.
446 'Tis gone.
447 Arise, black vengeance, from thy hollow cell!
448 Yield up, O love, thy crown and hearted throne
449 To tyrannous hate! Swell, bosom, with thy fraught,
450 For 'tis of aspics' tongues!
450 Yet be content.
451 O, blood, blood, blood!
452 Patience, I say; your mind perhaps may change.
453 Never, Iago: Like to the Pontic sea,
454 Whose icy current and compulsive course
455 Ne'er feels retiring ebb, but keeps due on
456 To the Propontic and the Hellespont,
457 Even so my bloody thoughts, with violent pace,
458 Shall ne'er look back, ne'er ebb to humble love,
459 Till that a capable and wide revenge
460 Swallow them up. Now, by yond marble heaven,
461 In the due reverence of a sacred vow
462 I here engage my words.
462 Do not rise yet.
463 Witness, you ever-burning lights above,
464 You elements that clip us round about,
465 Witness that here Iago doth give up
466 The execution of his wit, hands, heart,
467 To wrong'd Othello's service! Let him command,
468 And to obey shall be in me remorse,
469 What bloody business ever.
469 I greet thy love,
470 Not with vain thanks, but with acceptance bounteous,
471 And will upon the instant put thee to't:
472 Within these three days let me hear thee say
473 That Cassio's not alive.
474 My friend is dead; 'tis done at your request:
475 But let her live.
476 Damn her, lewd minx! O, damn her!
477 Come, go with me apart; I will withdraw,
478 To furnish me with some swift means of death
479 For the fair devil. Now art thou my lieutenant.
480 I am your own for ever.