|Othello, the Moore of Venice|
| Act 4, Scene 1
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Enter OTHELLO and IAGOIAGO
Will you think so?OTHELLO
Think so, Iago!IAGO
To kiss in private?
An unauthorized kiss.IAGO
Or to be naked with her friend in bedOTHELLO
An hour or more, not meaning any harm?
Naked in bed, Iago, and not mean harm!IAGO
It is hypocrisy against the devil:
They that mean virtuously, and yet do so,
The devil their virtue tempts, and they tempt heaven.
So they do nothing, 'tis a venial slip:OTHELLO
But if I give my wife a handkerchief,--
Why, then, 'tis hers, my lord; and, being hers,OTHELLO
She may, I think, bestow't on any man.
She is protectress of her honour too:IAGO
May she give that?
Her honour is an essence that's not seen;OTHELLO
They have it very oft that have it not:
But, for the handkerchief,--
By heaven, I would most gladly have forgot it.IAGO
Thou said'st, it comes o'er my memory,
As doth the raven o'er the infected house,
Boding to all--he had my handkerchief.
Ay, what of that?OTHELLO
That's not so good now.IAGO
If I had said I had seen him do you wrong?
Or heard him say,--as knaves be such abroad,
Who having, by their own importunate suit,
Or voluntary dotage of some mistress,
Convinced or supplied them, cannot choose
But they must blab--
Hath he said any thing?IAGO
He hath, my lord; but be you well assured,OTHELLO
No more than he'll unswear.
What hath he said?IAGO
'Faith, that he did--I know not what he did.OTHELLO
With her, on her; what you will.OTHELLO
Lie with her! lie on her! We say lie on her, whenIAGO
they belie her. Lie with her! that's fulsome.
confess, and be hanged for his labour;--first, to be
hanged, and then to confess.--I tremble at it.
Nature would not invest herself in such shadowing
passion without some instruction. It is not words
that shake me thus. Pish! Noses, ears, and lips.
--Is't possible?--Confess--handkerchief!--O devil!--
Falls in a trance
My medicine, work! Thus credulous fools are caught;
And many worthy and chaste dames even thus,
All guiltless, meet reproach. What, ho! my lord!
My lord, I say! Othello!
Enter CASSIOHow now, Cassio!
What's the matter?IAGO
My lord is fall'n into an epilepsy:CASSIO
This is his second fit; he had one yesterday.
Rub him about the temples.IAGO
The lethargy must have his quiet course:
If not, he foams at mouth and by and by
Breaks out to savage madness. Look he stirs:
Do you withdraw yourself a little while,
He will recover straight: when he is gone,
I would on great occasion speak with you.
Exit CASSIOHow is it, general? have you not hurt your head?
Dost thou mock me?IAGO
I mock you! no, by heaven.OTHELLO
Would you would bear your fortune like a man!
A horned man's a monster and a beast.IAGO
There's many a beast then in a populous city,OTHELLO
And many a civil monster.
Did he confess it?IAGO
Good sir, be a man;OTHELLO
Think every bearded fellow that's but yoked
May draw with you: there's millions now alive
That nightly lie in those unproper beds
Which they dare swear peculiar: your case is better.
O, 'tis the spite of hell, the fiend's arch-mock,
To lip a wanton in a secure couch,
And to suppose her chaste! No, let me know;
And knowing what I am, I know what she shall be.
O, thou art wise; 'tis certain.IAGO
Stand you awhile apart;OTHELLO
Confine yourself but in a patient list.
Whilst you were here o'erwhelmed with your grief--
A passion most unsuiting such a man--
Cassio came hither: I shifted him away,
And laid good 'scuse upon your ecstasy,
Bade him anon return and here speak with me;
The which he promised. Do but encave yourself,
And mark the fleers, the gibes, and notable scorns,
That dwell in every region of his face;
For I will make him tell the tale anew,
Where, how, how oft, how long ago, and when
He hath, and is again to cope your wife:
I say, but mark his gesture. Marry, patience;
Or I shall say you are all in all in spleen,
And nothing of a man.
Dost thou hear, Iago?IAGO
I will be found most cunning in my patience;
But--dost thou hear?--most bloody.
That's not amiss;CASSIO
But yet keep time in all. Will you withdraw?
OTHELLO retiresNow will I question Cassio of Bianca,
A housewife that by selling her desires
Buys herself bread and clothes: it is a creature
That dotes on Cassio; as 'tis the strumpet's plague
To beguile many and be beguiled by one:
He, when he hears of her, cannot refrain
From the excess of laughter. Here he comes:
Re-enter CASSIOAs he shall smile, Othello shall go mad;
And his unbookish jealousy must construe
Poor Cassio's smiles, gestures and light behavior,
Quite in the wrong. How do you now, lieutenant?
The worser that you give me the additionIAGO
Whose want even kills me.
Ply Desdemona well, and you are sure on't.CASSIO
Speaking lowerNow, if this suit lay in Bianco's power,
How quickly should you speed!
Alas, poor caitiff!OTHELLO
Look, how he laughs already!IAGO
I never knew woman love man so.CASSIO
Alas, poor rogue! I think, i' faith, she loves me.OTHELLO
Now he denies it faintly, and laughs it out.IAGO
Do you hear, Cassio?OTHELLO
Now he importunes himIAGO
To tell it o'er: go to; well said, well said.
She gives it out that you shall marry hey:CASSIO
Do you intend it?
Ha, ha, ha!OTHELLO
Do you triumph, Roman? do you triumph?CASSIO
I marry her! what? a customer! Prithee, bear someOTHELLO
charity to my wit: do not think it so unwholesome.
Ha, ha, ha!
So, so, so, so: they laugh that win.IAGO
'Faith, the cry goes that you shall marry her.CASSIO
Prithee, say true.IAGO
I am a very villain else.OTHELLO
Have you scored me? Well.CASSIO
This is the monkey's own giving out: she isOTHELLO
persuaded I will marry her, out of her own love and
flattery, not out of my promise.
Iago beckons me; now he begins the story.CASSIO
She was here even now; she haunts me in every place.OTHELLO
I was the other day talking on the sea-bank with
certain Venetians; and thither comes the bauble,
and, by this hand, she falls me thus about my neck--
Crying 'O dear Cassio!' as it were: his gestureCASSIO
So hangs, and lolls, and weeps upon me; so hales,OTHELLO
and pulls me: ha, ha, ha!
Now he tells how she plucked him to my chamber. O,CASSIO
I see that nose of yours, but not that dog I shall
throw it to.
Well, I must leave her company.IAGO
Before me! look, where she comes.CASSIO
'Tis such another fitchew! marry a perfumed one.BIANCA
Enter BIANCAWhat do you mean by this haunting of me?
Let the devil and his dam haunt you! What did youCASSIO
mean by that same handkerchief you gave me even now?
I was a fine fool to take it. I must take out the
work?--A likely piece of work, that you should find
it in your chamber, and not know who left it there!
This is some minx's token, and I must take out the
work? There; give it your hobby-horse: wheresoever
you had it, I'll take out no work on't.
How now, my sweet Bianca! how now! how now!OTHELLO
By heaven, that should be my handkerchief!BIANCA
An you'll come to supper to-night, you may; an youIAGO
will not, come when you are next prepared for.
After her, after her.CASSIO
'Faith, I must; she'll rail in the street else.IAGO
Will you sup there?CASSIO
'Faith, I intend so.IAGO
Well, I may chance to see you; for I would very fainCASSIO
speak with you.
Prithee, come; will you?IAGO
Go to; say no more.OTHELLO
[Advancing] How shall I murder him, Iago?IAGO
Did you perceive how he laughed at his vice?OTHELLO
And did you see the handkerchief?OTHELLO
Was that mine?IAGO
Yours by this hand: and to see how he prizes theOTHELLO
foolish woman your wife! she gave it him, and he
hath given it his whore.
I would have him nine years a-killing.IAGO
A fine woman! a fair woman! a sweet woman!
Nay, you must forget that.OTHELLO
Ay, let her rot, and perish, and be damned to-night;IAGO
for she shall not live: no, my heart is turned to
stone; I strike it, and it hurts my hand. O, the
world hath not a sweeter creature: she might lie by
an emperor's side and command him tasks.
Nay, that's not your way.OTHELLO
Hang her! I do but say what she is: so delicateIAGO
with her needle: an admirable musician: O! she
will sing the savageness out of a bear: of so high
and plenteous wit and invention:--
She's the worse for all this.OTHELLO
O, a thousand thousand times: and then, of soIAGO
gentle a condition!
Ay, too gentle.OTHELLO
Nay, that's certain: but yet the pity of it, Iago!IAGO
O Iago, the pity of it, Iago!
If you are so fond over her iniquity, give herOTHELLO
patent to offend; for, if it touch not you, it comes
I will chop her into messes: cuckold me!IAGO
O, 'tis foul in her.OTHELLO
With mine officer!IAGO
Get me some poison, Iago; this night: I'll notIAGO
expostulate with her, lest her body and beauty
unprovide my mind again: this night, Iago.
Do it not with poison, strangle her in her bed, evenOTHELLO
the bed she hath contaminated.
Good, good: the justice of it pleases: very good.IAGO
And for Cassio, let me be his undertaker: youOTHELLO
shall hear more by midnight.
A trumpet withinWhat trumpet is that same?
Something from Venice, sure. 'Tis LodovicoLODOVICO
Come from the duke: and, see, your wife is with him.
Enter LODOVICO, DESDEMONA, and Attendants
Save you, worthy general!OTHELLO
With all my heart, sir.LODOVICO
The duke and senators of Venice greet you.OTHELLO
Gives him a letter
I kiss the instrument of their pleasures.DESDEMONA
Opens the letter, and reads
And what's the news, good cousin Lodovico?IAGO
I am very glad to see you, signiorLODOVICO
Welcome to Cyprus.
I thank you. How does Lieutenant Cassio?IAGO
Cousin, there's fall'n between him and my lordOTHELLO
An unkind breach: but you shall make all well.
Are you sure of that?DESDEMONA
[Reads] 'This fail you not to do, as you will--'LODOVICO
He did not call; he's busy in the paper.DESDEMONA
Is there division 'twixt my lord and Cassio?
A most unhappy one: I would do muchOTHELLO
To atone them, for the love I bear to Cassio.
Fire and brimstone!DESDEMONA
Are you wise?DESDEMONA
What, is he angry?LODOVICO
May be the letter moved him;DESDEMONA
For, as I think, they do command him home,
Deputing Cassio in his government.
Trust me, I am glad on't.OTHELLO
I am glad to see you mad.DESDEMONA
Why, sweet Othello,--OTHELLO
[Striking her] Devil!DESDEMONA
I have not deserved this.LODOVICO
My lord, this would not be believed in Venice,OTHELLO
Though I should swear I saw't: 'tis very much:
Make her amends; she weeps.
O devil, devil!DESDEMONA
If that the earth could teem with woman's tears,
Each drop she falls would prove a crocodile.
Out of my sight!
I will not stay to offend you.LODOVICO
Truly, an obedient lady:OTHELLO
I do beseech your lordship, call her back.
What would you with her, sir?LODOVICO
Who, I, my lord?OTHELLO
Ay; you did wish that I would make her turn:LODOVICO
Sir, she can turn, and turn, and yet go on,
And turn again; and she can weep, sir, weep;
And she's obedient, as you say, obedient,
Very obedient. Proceed you in your tears.
Concerning this, sir,--O well-painted passion!--
I am commanded home. Get you away;
I'll send for you anon. Sir, I obey the mandate,
And will return to Venice. Hence, avaunt!
Exit DESDEMONACassio shall have my place. And, sir, tonight,
I do entreat that we may sup together:
You are welcome, sir, to Cyprus.--Goats and monkeys!
Is this the noble Moor whom our full senateIAGO
Call all in all sufficient? Is this the nature
Whom passion could not shake? whose solid virtue
The shot of accident, nor dart of chance,
Could neither graze nor pierce?
He is much changed.LODOVICO
Are his wits safe? is he not light of brain?IAGO
He's that he is: I may not breathe my censureLODOVICO
What he might be: if what he might he is not,
I would to heaven he were!
What, strike his wife!IAGO
'Faith, that was not so well; yet would I knewLODOVICO
That stroke would prove the worst!
Is it his use?IAGO
Or did the letters work upon his blood,
And new-create this fault?
It is not honesty in me to speak
What I have seen and known. You shall observe him,
And his own courses will denote him so
That I may save my speech: do but go after,
And mark how he continues.
I am sorry that I am deceived in him.
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