swerable 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, be not too hard for my wits, and all the tribe of hell, thou shalt enjoy her; therefore make money. A pox of drowning thyself! it is clean out of the way; seek thou rather to be hanged in compass ing thy joy, than to be drowned and go without her. Rod. 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 retell thee again and again, I hate the Moor. My cause is hearted;" thine hath no less reason. Let us be conjunctive in our revenge against him; if thou canst cuckold him, thou dost thyself a pleasure, and me a sport. There are many events in the womb of time, which will be delivered. Traverse; * go ; provide thy money. We will have more of this to-morrow.—Adieu. Rod. Where shall we meet i' the morning P Iago. At my lodging. Rod. I’ll be with thee betimes. Iago. Go to ; farewell. Do you hear, Roderigo P Rod. What say you ? Iago. No more of drowning; do you hear?

Rod. I am changed. I’ll sell all my land.

Iago. Go to ; farewell: put money enough in your purse. [Evit Rod ERIgo.

Thus do I ever make my fool my purse ;
For I mine own gained 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;
A double knavery, How f how 2–Let me see.—
After some time, to abuse Othello's ear,
That he is too familiar with his wife.—
He hath a person; and a smooth dispose
To be suspected; framed to make women false.
The Moor is of a free and open mature,
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 engendered.—Hell and might
Must bring this monstrous birth to the world’s light

[Exit. ACT HI. SCENE I. A Seaport town in Cyprus. A Platform.

Enter Montano and Two Gentlemen.

Mon. What from the cape can you discern at sea P

1 Gent. Nothing at all. It is a high-wrought flood ;

I cannot, 'twixt the heaven' and the main,
Descry a sail.

Mon. Methinks the wind hath spoke aloud at land;
A fuller blast me’er shook our battlements. -
If it hath ruffianed so upon the sea,
What ribs of oak, when mountains melt on them,”
Can hold the mortise P what shall we hear of this f

2 Gent. A segregation of the Turkish fleet. For do but stand upon the foaming shore,” The chiding billow seems to pelt the clouds; The wind-shaked surge, with high and monstrous main, Seems to cast water on the burning bear,” And quench the guards of the ever-fixed pole. I never did like molestation view On the emchafed flood.

Mom. If that the Turkish fleet Be not ensheltered and embayed, they are drowned; It is impossible they bear it out.

Enter a third Gentleman.

3 Gent. News, lords ! our wars are done ; The desperate tempest hath so banged the Turks, That their designment halts. A noble ship of Venice Hath seen a grievous wreck and sufferance On most part of their fleet.

Mon. How ! is this true P

3 Gent. The ship is here put in,

A Veronesé ; * Michael Cassio,

Lieutenant to the warlike Moor, Othello,
Is come on shore ; the Moor himself’s at Sea,
And is in full commission here for Cyprus.

Mon. I am glad on’t ; ’tis a worthy governor.

3 Gent. But this same Cassio,-though he speak of

comfort,

Touching the Turkish loss, yet he looks sadly,
And prays the Moor be safe; for they were parted
With foul and violent tempest.

Mon. 'Pray Heaven, he be ;
For I have served him, and the man commands
Like a full soldier. Let's to the seaside, ho!
As well to see the vessel that’s come in,
As to throw out our eyes for brave Othello;
Even till we make the main, and the aerial blue,
An indistinct regard.

3 Gent. Come, let’s do so; For every minute is expectancy Of more arrivance.

Enter CAssio.

Cas. Thanks to the valiant of this warlike isle,
That so approve the Moor. O, let the Heavens
Give him defence against the elements,
For I have lost him on a dangerous sea!

Mon. Is he well shipped f

Cas. His bark is stoutly timbered, and his pilot
Of very expert and approved allowance; *
Therefore my hopes, not surfeited to death,
Stand in bold cure.”

[Within.] A sail, a sail, a sail

Enter another Gentleman.

Cas. What noise P

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

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

[Guns heard. Our friends, at least. Cas. I pray you, sir, go forth, And give us truth who 'tis that is arrived. * 2 Gent. I shall. [Evit.

Mon. But, good lieutenant, is your general wived f Cas. Most fortunately. He hath achieved a maid That paragons description, and wild fame; One that excels the quirks of blazoning pens, And in the essential vesture of creation, Does bear all excellency."—How now P who has put in P

Re-enter second Gentleman.

2 Gent. 'Tis one Iago, ancient to the general.

Cas. He has had most favorable and happy speed. Tempests themselves, high seas, and howling winds, The guttered rocks, and congregated sands,Traitors ensteeped * to clog the guiltless keel, As having sense of beauty, do omit Their mortal" natures, letting go safely by The divine Desdemona.

Mon. What is she P

Cas. She that I spake of, our great captain's

captain,

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