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Make love's quick pants in Desdemona's arms,
Enter DESDEMONA, Emilia, IAGO, RODERIGO, and
The riches of the ship is come on shore !
I thank you, valiant Cassio.
Cas. He is not yet arrived ; nor know I aught
Des. O, but I fear ;--How lost you company?
Cas. The great contention of the sea and skies
[Cry within, A sail, a sail ! then guns heard.
See for the news.
[Exit Gentleman. Good ancient, you are welcome ;-welcome, mistress.
Alas, she has no speech.
1 Shakspeare uses riches as a singular, in his eighty-seventh sonnet.
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OTHELLO, THE MOOR OF VENICE.
She puts her tongue a little in her heart,
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 in your injuries, devils being offended, Players in your housewifery, and housewives in your
beds. Des. O, fie upon thee, slanderer!
Iago. Nay, it is true, or else I am a Turk;
Emil. You shall not write my praise.
No, let me not. Des. What wouldst thou write of me, if thou
shouldst praise me? lago. O gentle lady, do not put me to't; For I am nothing, if not critical. Des. Come on, assay ;--there's one gone to the
harbor Iago. Ay, madam.
Des. 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 it out brains and all. But my muse labors, And thus she is delivered :If she be fair and wise,--fairness, and wit, The one's for use, the other useth it.
Des. Well praised! How if she be black and witty?
Iago. If she be black, and thereto have a wit,
Des. Worse and worse.
Iago. She never yet was foolish that was fair,
1 That is, When you have a mind to do injuries, you put on an air of sanctity. 2 i. e. censorious.
3 The quarto reads hit.
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Des. 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.
Des. 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 ? 1
Iago. She that was ever fair, and never proud;
Des. To do what?
Des. 0, most lame and impotent conclusion !-Do not learn of him, Emilia, though he be thy husband.--How say you, Cassio ? is he not a most profane and liberal 4 counsellor ?
Cas. 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 5 thee in thine own courtship. You
1 The sense is this--one that was so conscious of her own merit, and of the authority her character had with every one, that she durst call upon malice itself to vouch for her. To put on is to provoke, to incite.
2 That is, to exchange a delicacy for coarser fare. See Queen Eliz-
3 i. e. “ to suckle children and keep the accounts of the household.”
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OTHELLO, THE MOOR OF VENICE.
say true ; 'tis so, indeed. If such tricks as these strip you
Cas. 'Tis truly so.
Enter OTHELLO, and Attendants.
My dear Othello!
The Heavens forbid
Amen to that, sweet powers !--
0, you are well tuned now
you in your own courtsies.” Courtship is the same as courtesy, i. e, com
But I'll set down the pegs that make this music,
[ Aside. Oth.
Come, let's to the castle. -
[Exeunt OTHELLO, DESDEMONA, and
Attendants. Iago. Do thou meet me presently at the harbor. 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 to-night watches on the court of guard.S–First, I must tell thee this--Desdemona is directly in love with him.
Rod. With him! why, 'tis not possible.
lago. Lay thy finger-thus,4 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 favor ; 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,
1 i. e. much solicited by invitation. 2 Out of method, without any settled order of discourse. 3 That is, the place where the guard musters. 4 On thy mouth to stop it, while thou art listening to a wiser man.