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way, hard at hand comes the master and main exercise, the incorporate conclusion : Pish!—But, sir, be you ruled by me: I have brought you from Venice. Watch you to-night; for the command, I'll lay't upon you: Cassio knows you not;--I'll not be far from you : Do you find some occasion to anger Cassio, either by speaking too loud, or tainting his discipline; or from what other course you please, which the time shall more favourably minister.
Iago. Sir, he is rash, and very sudden in choler; and, haply,” with his truncheon may strike at you: Provoke him, that he may : for, even out of that, will I cause these of Cyprus to mutiny; whose qualification shall come into no true taste again, but by the displanting of Cassio. So shall you have a shorter journey to your desires, by the means I shall then have to prefer 3 them; and the impediment most profitably removed, without the which there were no expectation of our prosperity.
Rod. I will do this, if I can bring it to any opportunity.
Iago. I warrant thee. Meet me by and by at the citadel: I must fetch his necessaries ashore. Farewell.
Rod. Adieu. - [Erit.
Iago. That Cassio loves her, I do well believe it; That she loves him, 'tis apt, and of great credit: The Moor—howbeit that I endure him not,
* Throwing a slur upon his discipline. * Perhaps. 3 To advance them.
Is of a constant, loving, noble nature; And, I dare think, he'll prove to Desdemona A most dear husband. Now I do love her too; Not out of absolute lust, (though, peradventure, I stand accountant for as great a sin,) But partly led to diet my revenge, For that I do suspect the lusty Moor Hath leap'd into my seat: the thought whereof Doth, like a poisonous mineral, gnaw my inwards; And nothing can or shall content my soul, Till I am even with him, wife for wife; Or, failing so, yet that I put the Moor At least into a jealousy so strong That judgment cannot cure. Which thing to do, If this poor trash4 of Venice, whom I trash; For his quick hunting, stand the putting on, I'll have our Michael Cassio on the hip; Abuse him to the Moor in the rank garb,"— For I fear Cassio with my night-cap too; Make the Moor thank me, love me, and reward me, For making him egregiously an ass, And practising upon his peace and quiet Even to madness. "Tis here, but yet confus'd; Knavery's plain face is never seen, till us'd. [Erit.
4 Worthless hound. * The term for a clog put on a hound to hinder his running. • In the grossest manner.
Enter a Herald, with a Proclamation ; People following.
Her. It is Othello's pleasure, our noble and valiant general, that, upon certain tidings now arrived, importing the mere 7 perdition of the Turkish fleet, every man put himself into triumph; some to dance, some to make bonfires, each man to what sport and revels his addiction leads him; for, besides these beneficial news, it is the celebration of his nuptials: So much was his pleasure should be proclaimed. All offices” are open; and there is full liberty of feasting, from this present hour of five, till the bell hath told eleven. Heaven bless the isle of Cyprus, and our noble general, Othello! [Ereunt.
Enter OTHELLo, DesDEM on A, GAssio, and Attendants.
Oth. Good Michael, look you to the guard tonight : Let's teach ourselves that honourable stop, Not to out-sport discretion. Cas. Iago hath direction what to do;
7 Entire. * Rooms, or places in the castle.
But, notwithstanding, with my personal eye
Michael, good night: To-morrow, with our earliest,
[To DesDEMona, That profit's yet to come 'twix me and you.Good night. [Ereunt OTH. Des. and Attend.
Cas. Welcome, Iago: We must to the watch. Iago. Not this hour, lieutenant; 'tis not yet ten o'clock: Our general cast 9 us thus early, for the love of his Desdemona; whom let us not therefore blame; he hath not yet made wanton the night with her: and she is sport for Jove. Cas. She's a most exquisite lady. Iago. And, I'll warrant her, full of game. Cas. Indeed, she is a most fresh and delicate creature. Iago. What an eye she has methinks it sounds a parley of provocation. Cas. An inviting eye; and yet methinks right modest. Iago. And, when she speaks, is it not an alarm to love 2 Cas. She is, indeed, perfection. Iago. Well, happiness to their sheets Come, lieutenant, I have a stoop of wine; and here without
are a brace of Cyprus gallants, that would fain have a measure to the health of the black Othello. Cas. Not to-night, good Iago; I have very poor and unhappy brains for drinking: I could well wish courtesy would invent some other custom of entertainment. Iago. O, they are our friends; but one cup; I'll drink for you. w Cas. I have drunk but one cup to-night, and that was craftily qualified too, and, behold, what innovation it makes here: I am unfortunate in the infirmity, and dare not task my weakness with any In Ore. Iago. What, man! 'tis a night of revels; the gallants desire it. Cas. Where are they? . Iago. Here at the door; I pray you, call them in. Cas. I’ll do't; but it dislikes me. [Erit CAssio. Iago. If I can fasten but one cup upon him, With that which he hath drunk to-night already, He'll be as full of quarrel and offence As my young mistress' dog. Now, my sick fool, Roderigo, Whom love has turn’d almost the wrong side outward, To Desdemona hath to-night carous'd Potations pottle deep; and he's to watch : Three lads of Cyprus, noble swelling spirits, That hold their honours in a wary distance, The very elements of this warlike isle, Have I to-night fluster'd with flowing cups,
* Slily mixed with water.