Othello - The Original Classic Edition. Shakespeare William

my Father in impatient thoughts

       By being in his eye. Most Gracious Duke,

       To my vnfolding, lend your prosperous eare,

       And let me finde a Charter in your voice

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       T' assist my simplenesse

       Duke. What would you Desdemona?

       Des. That I loue the Moore, to liue with him,

       My downe-right violence, and storme of Fortunes, May trumpet to the world. My heart's subdu'd Euen to the very quality of my Lord;

       I saw Othello's visage in his mind,

       And to his Honours and his valiant parts, Did I my soule and Fortunes consecrate. So that (deere Lords) if I be left behind

       A Moth of Peace, and he go to the Warre, The Rites for why I loue him, are bereft me: And I a heauie interim shall support

       By his deere absence. Let me go with him

       Othe. Let her haue your voice.

       Vouch with me Heauen, I therefore beg it not

       To please the pallate of my Appetite:

       Nor to comply with heat the yong affects

       In my defunct, and proper satisfaction.

       But to be free, and bounteous to her minde:

       And Heauen defend your good soules, that you thinke

       I will your serious and great businesse scant

       When she is with me. No, when light wing'd Toyes

       Of feather'd Cupid, seele with wanton dulnesse

       My speculatiue, and offic'd Instrument:

       That my Disports corrupt, and taint my businesse: Let House-wiues make a Skillet of my Helme,

       And all indigne, and base aduersities, Make head against my Estimation

       Duke. Be it as you shall priuately determine, Either for her stay, or going: th' Affaire cries hast: And speed must answer it

       Sen. You must away to night

       Othe. With all my heart

       Duke. At nine i'th' morning, here wee'l meete againe.

       Othello, leaue some Officer behind

       And he shall our Commission bring to you: And such things else of qualitie and respect As doth import you

       Othe. So please your Grace, my Ancient, A man he is of honesty and trust:

       To his conueyance I assigne my wife,

       With what else needfull, your good Grace shall think

       To be sent after me

       Duke. Let it be so:

       Good night to euery one. And Noble Signior, If Vertue no delighted Beautie lacke,

       Your Son-in-law is farre more Faire then Blacke

       Sen. Adieu braue Moore, vse Desdemona well

       Bra. Looke to her (Moore) if thou hast eies to see: She ha's deceiu'd her Father, and may thee.

       Enter.

       Othe. My life vpon her faith. Honest Iago, My Desdemona must I leaue to thee:

       I prythee let thy wife attend on her,

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       And bring them after in the best aduantage. Come Desdemona, I haue but an houre

       Of Loue, of wordly matter, and direction

       To spend with thee. We must obey the time. Enter.

       Rod. Iago

       Iago. What saist thou Noble heart? Rod. What will I do, think'st thou? Iago. Why go to bed and sleepe

       Rod. I will incontinently drowne my selfe

       Iago. If thou do'st, I shall neuer loue thee after. Why thou silly Gentleman? Rod. It is sillynesse to liue, when to liue is torment: and

       then haue we a prescription to dye, when death is our Physition

       Iago. Oh villanous: I haue look'd vpon the world for foure times seuen yeares, and since I could distinguish betwixt a Benefit, and an Iniurie: I neuer found man that knew how to loue himselfe. Ere I would say, I would drowne my selfe for the loue of a Gynney Hen, I would change my Humanity with a Baboone

       Rod. What should I do? I confesse it is my shame to be so fond, but it is not in my vertue to amend it

       Iago. Vertue? A figge, 'tis in our selues that we are thus, or thus. Our Bodies are our Gardens, to the which, our Wills are Gardiners.

       So that if we will plant Nettels, or sowe Lettice: Set Hisope, and weede vp Time: Supplie it with one gender of Hearbes, or distract

       it with many: either to haue it sterrill with idlenesse, or manured with Industry, why the power, and Corrigeable authoritie of this lies in our Wills. If the braine of our liues had not one Scale of Reason, to poize another of Sensualitie, the blood, and basenesse of our Natures would conduct vs to most prepostrous Conclusions. But we haue Reason to coole our raging Motions, our carnall Stings, or vnbitted Lusts: whereof I take this, that you call Loue, to be a Sect, or Seyen

       Rod. It cannot be

       Iago. It is meerly a Lust of the blood, and a permission of the will. Come, be a man: drowne thy selfe? Drown Cats, and blind Pup-pies. I haue profest me thy Friend, and I confesse me knit to thy deseruing, with Cables of perdurable toughnesse. I could neuer bet-ter steed thee then now. Put Money in thy purse: follow thou the Warres, defeate thy fauour, with an vsurp'd Beard. I say put Money in thy purse. It cannot be long that Desdemona should continue her loue to the Moore. Put Money in thy purse: nor he his to her.

       It was a violent Commencement in her, and thou shalt see an answerable Sequestration, put but Money in thy purse. These Moores are changeable in their wils: fill thy purse with Money. The Food that to him now is as lushious as Locusts, shalbe to him shortly, as bitter as Coloquintida. She must change for youth: when she is sated with his body she will find the errors of her choice. Therefore, put Money in thy purse. If thou wilt needs damne thy selfe, do it a more delicate way then drowning. Make all the Money thou canst: If Sanctimonie, and a fraile vow, betwixt an erring Barbarian, and super-subtle Venetian be not too hard for my wits, and all the Tribe of hell, thou shalt enioy her: therefore make Money: a pox of drowning thy selfe, it is cleane out of the way. Seeke thou rather to be hang'd in Compassing thy ioy, then to be drown'd, and go without her

       Rodo. Wilt thou be fast to my hopes, if I depend on the issue? Iago. Thou art sure of me: Go make Money: I haue told thee often, and I re-tell thee againe, and againe, I hate the Moore. My cause is hearted; thine hath no lesse reason. Let vs be coniunctiue in our reuenge, against him. If thou canst Cuckold him, thou dost thy selfe a pleasure, me a sport. There are many Euents in the Wombe of Time, which wilbe deliuered. Trauerse, go, prouide thy Money. We will haue more of this to morrow. Adieu

       Rod. Where shall we meete i'th' morning?

       Iago. At my Lodging

       Rod. Ile be with thee betimes

       Iago. Go too, farewell. Do you heare Rodorigo?

       Rod. Ile sell all my Land. Enter.

       Iago. Thus do I euer make my Foole, my purse:

       For I mine owne gain'd knowledge should prophane

       If I would time expend with such Snipe,

       But for my Sport, and Profit: I hate the Moore,

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       And it is thought abroad, that 'twixt my sheets She ha's done my Office. I know not if 't be true, But I, for meere suspition in that kinde,

       Will do, as if for Surety. He holds me well, The better shall my purpose worke on him: Cassio's a proper man: Let me see now,

       To get his Place, and to plume vp my will In double Knauery. How? How? Let's see. After some time, to abuse Othello's eares, That he is too familiar with his wife:

       He hath a person, and a smooth dispose