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Montano, the Moor's prede-
Clown, servant to the Moor.
bantio and 'ratiano. Othello, the Vioor; General Desdemona, daughter to Bra
fortlesenetians inCyprus bantio, and quife to Othello: Callio, bis Lieutenant-Gene- Æmilia, wife to lago. ral.
Bianca, a courtezan, mijtress lago, fandard-bearer to O. to Calo.
i helio. Rodorigo, a foolih gentle- l Officers, Gentlemen, Mellenman, in love with Defde- gers, Musicians, Sailors,
SCENE, for the first aft, in Venice ; during the rest of
the play, in Cyprus.
ACT I. S CE N E I.
A fireet in Venice.
Enter Rodorigo and lago.
That thou, Iago, who hast had my purse,
Rod. Thou toldst me, thou didst hold him in thy hate.
Evades them with a bombast circumstance,
Rod. By Heav'n, I rather would have been his hang
lago. But there's no remedy, 'tis the curse of service; Preferment goes by letter and affection, Not (as of old) gradation, where each second Stood heir to th' first. Now, Sir, be judge yourself, If I in any just term am afsign’d To love the Moor.
Rod. I would not follow him then.
lago. 0 Sir, content you ; I follow him to serve my turn upon him. We cannot all be masters, nor all masters Cannot be truly follow'd. " You shall mark “ Many a duteous and knee-crooking knave, " That, doating on his own oblequious bondage, “ Wears out his time, much like his master's ass, “ For nought but provender; and when he s old,
Others there are, - Who, trimm'd in forms and visages of duty,
* confuls, for "unsellors. VOL.VIII.
Keep yet their hearts attending on themselves ; * And, throwing but thows of service on their Lords, “ Well thrive by them; and when they've lin’d their
coats, " Do themselves hoinage. These folks have some soul, And such a one do I profess myself. It is as sure as you are Rodorigo, Were I the Moor, I would not be Iago : In following him, I follow but myself; Heav'n is my judge, not I, for love and duty; But seeming so, for my peculiar end : For when my outward action doth demonstrate The native act and figure of my heart In complement * extern, 'tis not long after But I will wear my
upon my fleeve, For daws to peck at; I'm not what I feem.
Rod. What a full fortune does the thick lips owe,
lago. Call up her father,
lose some colour.
Iago. Do with like timorous accent, and dire yell, " As when, by night and negligence, the fire “ Is fpred in populous cities.
Rod. What, ho ! Brabantio ! Signior Brabantio! ho. lago. Awake! wliat, ho! Brabantio ! ho! thieves!
thieves ! Look to your house, your daughter and your bags : Thieves ! thieves !
S CE N E II. Brabantio appears above at a window. Bra. What is the reason of this terrible summons ? What is the matter there? Rod. Signior, is all your family within ?
* complement, i. e, fulness.
lago. your soul;
lago. Are all doors lock'd ?
on your gown;
Bra. The worle welcome;
Rod. Sir, Sir, Sir
Bra. But thou must needs be sure,
Rod. Patience, good Sir.
Bra What tellit thou me of robbing ! this is Ve. My house is not a grange.
[nice: Rod. Most grave Brabantio, In simple and pure soul I come to you.
lago. Zounds! Sir, you are one of those that will not serve God, if the devil bid you. Because we come to do you service, you think we are ruffians; you'll have your daughter cover'd with a Barbary horse, you'll have your nephews-neigh to you, you'll have courfers for cousins, and gennets for germanes.
Bra. What profane wretch art thou ?
lago. I am one, Sir, that comes to tell you, your daughter and the Moor are now making the beast with two backs.
Bra. Thou art a villain.
Bra. This thou shalt answer. I know thee, Rodorigo,
Rod. Sir, I wili answer any thing. But I beseech you, If’t be your pleasure and most wife consent, (As partly I find it is), that your fair daughter De at this odd even and dull watch o'th'night, Transported with no worse nor better guard, But with a knave of hire, a Gundalier, To the gross clasps of a lascivious Moor; If this be known to you, and your allowance, We then have done you bold and faucy wrongs. But if you know not this, my manners tell me, We have your wrong rebuke. Do not believe, That from the sense of all civility I thus would play, and trifle with your reverence. Your daughter, if you have not given her leave, I say again, hath made a gross revolt; Tying her duty, beauty, wit, and fortunes, To an extravagant and wheeling stranger, Of here and every where; straight fatisfy yourself. If she be in her chamber, or your house, Let loose on me the justice of the state For thus deluding you.
Bra. Strike on the tinder, ho! Give me a taper;-call up all
my people; This accident is not unlike iny dream, Belief of it oppresses me already. Light, I say, light! [Exit Brabantio from above.
lage. Farewel; for I mut leave you. It seems not meet, nor wholesome to my place, To be produced (as, if I fay, I shall) Against the Moor. For I do know, the state, However this may gail him with some check, Cannot with safety cast him. For he's imbark'd With such loud reason to the Cyprus wars, Which ev'n now stand in act, that, for their souls, Another of his fadom they have none, To lead their business. In which regard, Tho' I do hate him as I do hell's pains, Yet, for necessity of present life, I must fhew out a flag and sign of love : Which is indeed but figo. That you may surely find him,