Lod. I thank you: How does lieutenant It is not honesty in me, to speak lago. Lives, sir. [my lord What I have seen and known. You shall obDes. Cousin, there's fallen between him and serve him; An unkind breach: but you shall make all well. Oth. Are you sure of that? Des. My lord?

[Exit EMILIA. I took you for that cunning whore of Venice, Des. Upon my knees, what doth your speech That married with Othello.-You, mistress, I understand a fury in your words, [import? But not the words.

Emil. He call'd her, whore; a beggar, in his drink,

Could not have laid such terms upon his callet.
lago. Why did he so?

Des. I do not know; I am sure, I am none
such.
[day!
Iago. Do not weep, do not weep; Alas, the
Emil. Has she forsook so many noble matches,
Her father, and her country, and her friends,
To be call'd-whore? would it not make one
Des. It is my wretched fortune. [weep?
Iago.
Beshrew him for it!

How comes this trick upon him?
Des.

now), keep'st 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.

Jago. Will you hear me, Roderigo?
Rod. 'Faith, I have heard too much; for your
words, and performances, are no kin together.
Jago. You charge me most unjustly.

Rod. 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 has received them, and returned me
expectations and comforts of sudden respect
and acquittance; but I find none.
Iago. Well; go to: very well.

Rod. Very well! go to! I cannot go to, man:

Nay, heaven doth know. Emil. I will be hang'd, if some eternal villain, Some busy and insinuating rogue, Some cogging, cozening slave, to get some office, Have not devis'd this slander; I'll be hang'd else. Iago. Fye, there is no such man; it is impos-nor 'tis not very well: By this hand, I say, it sible. is very scurvy: and begin to find myself fobbed Des. If any such there be, heaven pardon him! Iago. Very well. [in it. Emil. A halter pardon him! and hell gnaw Rod. I tell you, 'tis not very well. I will his bones! [company? make myself known to Desdemona: If she will Why should he call her, whore? who keeps her return me my jewels, I will give over my suit, What place? what time? what form? what and repent my unlawful solicitation; if not, assure yourself, I will seek satisfaction of you. Iago. You have said now.

likelihood?

[knave,

The Moor's abus'd by some most villanous Some base notorious knave, some scurvy fellow:

[fold;

O, heaven, that such companions thoud'st un-
And put in every honest hand a whip,
To lash the rascal naked through the world,
Even from the east to the west!

Iago.
Speak within door.
Emil. O, fye upon him! some such squire he

was,

That turn'd your wit the seamy side without,
And made you to suspect me with the Moor.
Jago. You are a fool; go to.
Des.
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 hu-

mour;

The business of the state does him offence,
And he does chide with you.
Des.

If 'twere no other,
Iago. It is but so, I warrant you. [Trumpets.
Hark, how these instruments summon to supper!
And the great messengers of Venice stay:
Go in, and weep not; all things shall be well.
[Exeunt DESDEMONA and EMILIA.

Enter RODErigo.

How now, Roderigo?
[with me.
R. I do not find, that thou deal'st justly
Iago. What in the contrary?

Rod. Every day thou doff'st me with some advice, Iago; and rather (as it seems to me

I

Rod. Ay, and I have said nothing, but what protest intendment of doing.

Iago. Why, now I see there's mettle in thee; and even, from this instant, do 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.

Rod. It hath not appeared.

Iago. I grant, indeed, it hath not appeared: and your suspicion is not without wit and judgment. But, Koderigo, if thou hast that within 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 enjoyest not Desdemona, take me from this world with treachery, and devise engines for my life.

Rod, 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. Rod. Is that true? why, then Othello and Desdemona return again to Venice.

lago. 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.

Rod. How do you mean-removing of him?
Iago. Why, by making him uncapable of
Othello's place; knocking out his brains.
Rod. And that you would have me do?

lago. Ay; if you dare do yourself a profit, and a right. He sups to-night with a harlot, and thither will I go to him;-he knows not yet of his honourable 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 supper-time, and the night grows to waste: about it.

Rod. I will hear further reason for this.
Jago. And you shall be satisfied. | Exeunt.

SCENE III. Another Room in the Castle. Enter OTHELLO, LODOVICO, DESDEMONA, EMILIA, and Attendants.

Lod. I do beseech you, sir, trouble yourself no further.

Oth. O, pardon me; 'twill do me good to walk. Lod. Madam, good night; I humbly thank your ladyship.

[he then ?

Emil. It is the wind.
Des. I call'd my love, false love; but what said
Sing willow, &c.

So, get thee gone; good night. Mine eyes do
If I court mo women, you'll couch with mo men.
Doth that bode weeping?
[itch,

Emil.
'Tis neither here nor there.
Des. I have heard it said so.-O, these men,
these men!-
[lia,-
Dost thou in conscience think,-tell me, Eini-
Will you walk, sir?- That there be women do abuse their husbands
In such gross kind?

Des. Your honour is most welcome.

Oth.

My lord?

Oth. Get you to bed on the instant, I will be returned forthwith: dismiss your attendant. there; look, it be done. Des. I will, my lord.

[Exeunt OTH. LOD. and Attendants. I Emil. How goes it now? he looks gentler than he did,

Des. He says he will return incontinent; He hath commanded me to go to bed,

And bade me to dismiss you.

Dismiss me!

Emil.
Des. It was his bidding; therefore, good
Emilia,

Give me my nightly wearing, and adieu:
We must not now displease him.

Emil. I would, you had never seen him!
Des. So would not I; my love doth so
prove him,

Emil. There be some such, no question.
Des. Would'st thou do such a deed for all the
Emil. Why, would not you?
[world?
Des.
No, by this heavenly light!
Emil. Nor I neither by this heavenly light;
might do't as well i'the dark.

Des. Would'st thou do such a deed for all the
world?
[price
Emil. The world is a huge thing: 'Tis a great
For a small vice.

Des. Good troth, I think thou would'st not. undo't, when I had done. Marry, I would not Emil. By my troth, I think I should; and do such a thing for a joint ring; nor for measures, of lawn; nor for gowns, petticoats, nor caps, nor any petty exhibition: but, for the ap-husband a cuckold, to make him a monarch? I whole world,-Why, who would not make her should venture purgatory for't.

[frowns,
That even his stubbornness, his checks, and
'Pr'ythee, unpin me,-have grace and favour
in them.
[on the bed.
Emil. I have laid those sheets you bade me
Des. All's one :-Good father! how foolish
are our minds!--

If I do die before thee, 'pr'ythee, shroud me
In one of those same sheets.
Emil.
Come, come, you talk.
Des. My mother had a maid call'd--Barbara:
She was in love; and he, she lov'd, prov'd mad,
And did forsake her: she had a song of-wil-
low

An old thing 'twas, but it express'd her fortune,
And she died singing it: That song, to-night,
Will not go from my mind; I have much to do,
But to go hang my head all at one side,
And sing it like poor Barbara. 'Pr'ythee, de-
spatch.

Emil. Shall I go fetch your night-gown?
Des.
No, unpin me here.
This Lodovico is a proper man,
Emil. A very handsome man.
Des.

And he speaks well. Emil. I know a lady in Venice, who would have walked barefoot to Palestine, for a touch of his nether lip.

I.

for the whole world.
Des. Beshrew me, if I would do such a wrong

world, and having the world for your labour,
Emil. Why, the wrong is but a wrong i' the
'tis a wrong in your own world, and you might
quickly make it right.

Des. I do not think there is any such woman.
Emil. Yes, a dozen; and as many
To the vantage, as would store the world they
But, I do think, it is their husbands' faults,
play'd for.
If wives do fall: Say, that they slack their du-
Or else break out in peevish jealousies,
And pour our treasures into foreign laps; [ties,
Throwing restraint upon us; or, say, they strike
[us
Or scant our former having in despite : [grace,
Yet we have some revenge. Let husbands know
Why, we have galls; and, though we have some
Their wives have sense like them: they see.

and smell,

And have their palates both for sweet and sour,
As husbands have. What is it that they do,
When they change us for other? Is it sport?
I think it is; And doth affection breed it?
I think, it doth. Is't frailty; that thus errs?
It is so too: And have not we affections?
Desires for sport? and frailty as men have?
Then, let them use us well; else, let them know,
The ills we do, their ills instruct us to.

Des. Good night, good night; Heaven me
such usage send,
Not to pick bad from bad; but, by bad, mend!
[Exeunt.

It makes us, or it mars us; think on that,
And fix most firm thy resolution.
Rod. Be near at hand; I may miscarry in't.
lago. Here, at thy hand; be bold, and take

thy sword. [Retires to a little distance.
Rod. I have no great devotion to the deed;
And yet he has given me satisfying reasons:-
'Tis but a man gone:-forth, my sword: he dies.
[Goes to his stand.
Iago. I have rubb'd this young quat almost
to the sense,
[Cassio,

And he grows angry. Now, whether he kill
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.
Enter CASSIO.

Rod. I know his gait, 'tis he:-Villain, thou

diest.

[Rushes from his post, and makes a pass at CASSIO. Cas. That thrust had been mine enemy indeed, But that my coat is better than thou think'st; I will make proof of thine.

Rod.

[Draws and wounds RODERIGO.
O, I am slain!
[IAGO rushes from his post, and cuts CASSIO
behind in the Leg, and exit.
Cas. I am maim'd for ever:-Help, ho!
murder! murder!
[Falls.

Enter OTHELLO, at a distance.
Oth. The voice of Cassio:-lago keeps his
Rod. O, villain that I am!
[word.
Oth.

Hark! 'tis even so.
Cas. O, help! ho! light; a surgeon!
Oth. 'Tis he;-O brave Iago, honest, and just,
That hast such noble sense of thy friend's wong!
Thou teachest me,-Minion, your dear lies dead,
And your fate hies apace;-Strumpet, I come;
Forth of my heart those charms, thine eyes,
are blotted:

Thy bed, lust stain'd, shall with lust's blood be
spotted.
[Ecit OTHELLO.
Enter LODOVICO and GRATIANO, at a distance.
Cas. What ho! no watch! no passage? mur-
der! murder!
[direful.
Gra. 'Tis some mischance; the cry is very
Cas. O, help!

Lod.

Hark!

[cry'd? [suspect

Bian. O my dear Cassio! my sweet Cassio!
O Cassio! Cassio! Cassio!

Iago. O notable strumpet!-Cassio, may you
Who they should be, that have thus mangled
Cus. No.
[you?

Gra. I am sorry, 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!
[Cassio!
Bian. Alas, he faints:-O 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.
Gra. What, of Venice?

Iago. Even he, sir; did you know him? Gra. Know him, ay. Iago. Signior Gratiano? I cry you gentle pardon; [ners, These bloody accidents must excuse my manThat so neglected you. Gra. I am glad to see you. Iago. How do you, Cassio?-0, a chair. a Gra. Roderigo? [chair: Iago. He, he, 'tis he;-O, that's well said;the chair[A Chair brought in. Some good man bear him carefully from hence; Rod. Nobody come? then shall I bleed to] I'll fetch the general's surgeon.-For you, mis

Rod.

O wretched villain:

Lod. Two or three groans:-it is a heavy
night:

These may be counterfeits; let's think't unsafe
To come into the cry, without more help.

death.

Enter IAGO, with a Light.

Lod. Hark!
Gra. Here's one comes in his shirt, with light
and weapons.
[cries on murder? |
Iago. Who's there? whose noise is this, that
Lod. We do not know.
Iago.
Did you not hear a cry?
Cas. Here here; for heaven's sake, help me.
Iago.
What's the matter?
Gra. This is Othello's ancient, as I take it.
Lod. The same, indeed; a very valiant fellow.
Iago. What are you here that cryso grievously?

tress,

[To BIANCA. Save you your labour. He that lies slain here, Cassio, [you? Was my dear friend: What malice was between Cas. None in the world; nor do I know the