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Othello
act ii   Scene 3
William Shakespeare
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       OTHELLO
       I know, Iago,
       Thy honesty and love doth mince this matter,
       Making it light to Cassio. Cassio, I love thee,
       But never more be officer of mine.
       Re-enter Desdemona, attended.
       Look, if my gentle love be not raised up!
       I'll make thee an example.
       DESDEMONA
       What's the matter?
       OTHELLO
       All's well now, sweeting; come away to bed.
       Sir, for your hurts, myself will be your surgeon.
       Lead him off.
       Exit Montano, attended.
       Iago, look with care about the town,
       And silence those whom this vile brawl distracted.
       Come, Desdemona, 'tis the soldiers' life.
       To have their balmy slumbers waked with strife.
       Exeunt all but Iago and Cassio.
       IAGO
       What, are you hurt, lieutenant?
       CASSIO
       Ay, past all surgery.
       IAGO
       Marry, heaven forbid!
       CASSIO
       Reputation, reputation, reputation! O, I have lost my
       reputation! I have lost the immortal part of myself, and what
       remains is bestial. My reputation, Iago, my reputation!
       IAGO
       As I am an honest man, I thought you had received some bodily
       wound; there is more sense in that than in reputation. Reputation
       is an idle and most false imposition; oft got without merit and
       lost without deserving. You have lost no reputation at all,
       unless you repute yourself such a loser. What, man! there are
       ways to recover the general again. You are but now cast in his
       mood, a punishment more in policy than in malice; even so as one
       would beat his offenseless dog to affright an imperious lion. Sue
       to him again, and he's yours.
       CASSIO
       I will rather sue to be despised than to deceive so good a
       commander with so slight, so drunken, and so indiscreet an
       officer. Drunk? and speak parrot? and squabble? swagger? swear?
       and discourse fustian with one's own shadow? O thou invisible
       spirit of wine, if thou hast no name to be known by, let us call
       thee devil!
       IAGO
       What was he that you followed with your sword?
       What had he done to you?
       CASSIO
       I know not.
       IAGO
       Is't possible?
       CASSIO
       I remember a mass of things, but nothing distinctly; a
       quarrel, but nothing wherefore. O God, that men should put an
       enemy in their mouths to steal away their brains! that we should,
       with joy, pleasance, revel, and applause, transform ourselves
       into beasts!
       IAGO
       Why, but you are now well enough. How came you thus
       recovered?
       CASSIO
       It hath pleased the devil drunkenness to give place to the
       devil wrath: one unperfectness shows me another, to make me
       frankly despise myself.
       IAGO
       Come, you are too severe a moraler. As the time, the place,
       and the condition of this country stands, I could heartily wish
       this had not befallen; but since it is as it is, mend it for your
       own good.
       CASSIO
       I will ask him for my place again; he shall tell me I am a
       drunkard! Had I as many mouths as Hydra, such an answer would
       stop them all. To be now a sensible man, by and by a fool, and
       presently a beast! O strange! Every inordinate cup is unblest,
       and the ingredient is a devil.
       IAGO
       Come, come, good wine is a good familiar creature, if it be
       well used. Exclaim no more against it. And, good lieutenant, I
       think you think I love you.
       CASSIO
       I have well approved it, sir. I drunk!
       IAGO
       You or any man living may be drunk at some time, man. I'll
       tell you what you shall do. Our general's wife is now the
       general. I may say so in this respect, for that he hath devoted
       and given up himself to the contemplation, mark, and denotement
       of her parts and graces. Confess yourself freely to her;
       importune her help to put you in your place again. She is of so
       free, so kind, so apt, so blessed a disposition, she holds it a
       vice in her goodness not to do more than she is requested. This
       broken joint between you and her husband entreat her to splinter;
       and, my fortunes against any lay worth naming, this crack of your
       love shall grow stronger than it was before.
       CASSIO
       You advise me well.
       IAGO
       I protest, in the sincerity of love and honest kindness.
       CASSIO
       I think it freely; and betimes in the morning I will beseech
       the virtuous Desdemona to undertake for me. I am desperate of my
       fortunes if they check me here.
       IAGO
       You are in the right. Good night, lieutenant, I must to the
       watch.
       CASSIO
       Good night, honest Iago.
       Exit.
       IAGO
       And what's he then that says I play the villain?
       When this advice is free I give and honest,
       Probal to thinking, and indeed the course
       To win the Moor again? For 'tis most easy
       The inclining Desdemona to subdue
       In any honest suit. She's framed as fruitful
       As the free elements. And then for her
       To win the Moor, were't to renounce his baptism,
       All seals and symbols of redeemed sin,
       His soul is so enfetter'd to her love,
       That she may make, unmake, do what she list,
       Even as her appetite shall play the god
       With his weak function. How am I then a villain
       To counsel Cassio to this parallel course,
       Directly to his good? Divinity of hell!
       When devils will the blackest sins put on,
       They do suggest at first with heavenly shows,
       As I do now. For whiles this honest fool
       Plies Desdemona to repair his fortune,
       And she for him pleads strongly to the Moor,
       I'll pour this pestilence into his ear,
       That she repeals him for her body's lust;
       And by how much she strives to do him good,
       She shall undo her credit with the Moor.
       So will I turn her virtue into pitch,
       And out of her own goodness make the net
       That shall enmesh them all.
       Enter Roderigo.
       How now, Roderigo!
       RODERIGO
       I do follow here in the chase, not like a hound that
       hunts, but one that fills up the cry. My money is almost spent; I
       have been tonight exceedingly well cudgeled; and I think the
       issue will be, I shall have so much experience for my pains; and
       so, with no money at all and a little more wit, return again to
       Venice.
       IAGO
       How poor are they that have not patience!
       What wound did ever heal but by degrees?
       Thou know'st we work by wit and not by witchcraft,
       And wit depends on dilatory time.
       Does't not go well? Cassio hath beaten thee,
       And thou by that small hurt hast cashier'd Cassio.
       Though other things grow fair against the sun,
       Yet fruits that blossom first will first be ripe.
       Content thyself awhile. By the mass, 'tis morning;
       Pleasure and action make the hours seem short.
       Retire thee; go where thou art billeted.
       Away, I say. Thou shalt know more hereafter.
       Nay, get thee gone. [Exit Roderigo.] Two things are to be done:
       My wife must move for Cassio to her mistress--
       I'll set her on;
       Myself the while to draw the Moor apart,
       And bring him jump when he may Cassio find
       Soliciting his wife. Ay, that's the way;
       Dull not device by coldness and delay.
       Exit.
       A hall in the castle.
       Enter Othello, Desdemona, Cassio, and Attendants.
       OTHELLO
       Good Michael, look you to the guard tonight.
       Let's teach ourselves that honorable stop,
       Not to outsport discretion.
       CASSIO
       Iago hath direction what to do;
       But notwithstanding with my personal eye
       Will I look to't.
       OTHELLO
       Iago is most honest.
       Michael, good night. Tomorrow with your earliest
       Let me have speech with you. Come, my dear love,
       The purchase made, the fruits are to ensue;
       That profit's yet to come 'tween me and you.
       Good night.
       Exeunt Othello, Desdemona, and Attendants.
       Enter Iago.
       CASSIO
       Welcome, Iago; we must to the watch.
       IAGO
       Not this hour, lieutenant; 'tis not yet ten o' the clock. Our
       general cast us thus early for the love of his Desdemona; who let
       us not therefore blame. He hath not yet made wanton the night
       with her, and she is sport for Jove.
       CASSIO
       She's a most exquisite lady.
       IAGO
       And, I'll warrant her, full of game.
       CASSIO
       Indeed she's a most fresh and delicate creature.
       IAGO
       What an eye she has! Methinks it sounds a parley to
       provocation.
       CASSIO
       An inviting eye; and yet methinks right modest.
       IAGO
       And when she speaks, is it not an alarum to love?
       CASSIO
       She is indeed perfection.
       IAGO
       Well, happiness to their sheets! Come, lieutenant, I have a
       stope of wine, and here without are a brace of Cyprus gallants
       that would fain have a measure to the health of black Othello.
       CASSIO
       Not tonight, 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.
       CASSIO
       I have drunk but one cup tonight, 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 more.
       IAGO
       What, man! 'Tis a night of revels, the gallants desire it.
       CASSIO
       Where are they?
       IAGO
       Here at the door; I pray you, call them in.
       CASSIO
       I'll do't, but it dislikes me.
       Exit.
       IAGO
       If I can fasten but one cup upon him,
       With that which he hath drunk tonight already,
       He'll be as full of quarrel and offense
       As my young mistress' dog. Now my sick fool Roderigo,
       Whom love hath turn'd almost the wrong side out,
       To Desdemona hath tonight caroused
       Potations pottle-deep; and he's to watch.
       Three lads of Cyprus, noble swelling spirits,
       That hold their honors in a wary distance,
       The very elements of this warlike isle,
       Have I tonight fluster'd with flowing cups,
       And they watch too. Now, 'mongst this flock of drunkards,
       Am I to put our Cassio in some action
       That may offend the isle. But here they come.
       If consequence do but approve my dream,
       My boat sails freely, both with wind and stream.
       Re-enter Cassio; with him Montano and Gentlemen; Servants following with wine.
       CASSIO
       'Fore God, they have given me a rouse already.
       MONTANO
       Good faith, a little one; not past a pint, as I am a
       soldier.
       IAGO
       Some wine, ho!
       [Sings.]
       

       "And let me the canakin clink, clink;
       And let me the canakin clink.
       A soldier's a man;
       O, man's life's but a span;
       Why then let a soldier drink."
       

       Some wine, boys!
       CASSIO
       'Fore God, an excellent song.
       IAGO
       I learned it in England, where indeed they are most potent in
       potting. Your Dane, your German, and your swag-bellied Hollander--
       Drink, ho!--are nothing to your English.
       CASSIO
       Is your Englishman so expert in his drinking?
       IAGO
       Why, he drinks you with facility your Dane dead drunk; he
       sweats not to overthrow your Almain; he gives your Hollander a
       vomit ere the next pottle can be filled.
       CASSIO
       To the health of our general!
       MONTANO
       I am for it, lieutenant, and I'll do you justice.
       IAGO
       O sweet England!
       [Sings.]
       

       "King Stephen was and--a worthy peer,
       His breeches cost him but a crown;
       He held them sixpence all too dear,
       With that he call'd the tailor lown.
       "He was a wight of high renown,
       And thou art but of low degree.
       'Tis pride that pulls the country down;
       Then take thine auld cloak about thee."
       

       Some wine, ho!
       CASSIO
       Why, this is a more exquisite song than the other.
       IAGO
       Will you hear't again?
       CASSIO
       No, for I hold him to be unworthy of his place that does
       those things. Well, God's above all, and there be souls must be
       saved, and there be souls must not be saved.
       IAGO
       It's true, good lieutenant.
       CASSIO
       For mine own part--no offense to the general, nor any man
       of quality--I hope to be saved.
       IAGO
       And so do I too, lieutenant.
       CASSIO
       Ay, but, by your leave, not before me; the lieutenant is to
       be saved before the ancient. Let's have no more of this; let's to
       our affairs. God forgive us our sins! Gentlemen, let's look to
       our business. Do not think, gentlemen, I am drunk: this is my
       ancient, this is my right hand, and this is my left. I am not
       drunk now; I can stand well enough, and I speak well enough.
       ALL
       Excellent well.
       CASSIO
       Why, very well then; you must not think then that I am
       drunk.
       Exit.
       MONTANO
       To the platform, masters; come, let's set the watch.
       IAGO
       You see this fellow that is gone before;
       He is a soldier fit to stand by Caesar
       And give direction. And do but see his vice;
       'Tis to his virtue a just equinox,
       The one as long as the other. 'Tis pity of him.
       I fear the trust Othello puts him in
       On some odd time of his infirmity
       Will shake this island.
       MONTANO
       But is he often thus?
       IAGO
       'Tis evermore the prologue to his sleep.
       He'll watch the horologe a double set,
       If drink rock not his cradle.
       MONTANO
       It were well
       The general were put in mind of it.
       Perhaps he sees it not, or his good nature
       Prizes the virtue that appears in Cassio
       And looks not on his evils. Is not this true?
       Enter Roderigo.
       IAGO
       [Aside to him.] How now, Roderigo!
       I pray you, after the lieutenant; go.
       Exit Roderigo.
       MONTANO
       And 'tis great pity that the noble Moor
       Should hazard such a place as his own second
       With one of an ingraft infirmity.
       It were an honest action to say
       So to the Moor.
       IAGO
       Not I, for this fair island.
       I do love Cassio well, and would do much
       To cure him of this evil--But, hark! What noise?
       A cry within, "Help, help!"
       Re-enter Cassio, driving in Roderigo.
       CASSIO
       'Zounds! You rogue! You rascal!
       MONTANO
       What's the matter, lieutenant?
       CASSIO
       A knave teach me my duty! But I'll beat the knave into a
       twiggen bottle.
       RODERIGO
       Beat me!
       CASSIO
       Dost thou prate, rogue?
       Strikes Roderigo.
       MONTANO
       Nay, good lieutenant; I pray you, sir, hold your hand.
       CASSIO
       Let me go, sir, or I'll knock you o'er the mazzard.
       MONTANO
       Come, come, you're drunk.
       CASSIO
       Drunk?
       They fight.
       IAGO
       [Aside to Roderigo.] Away, I say; go out and cry a mutiny.
       Exit Roderigo.
       Nay, good lieutenant! God's will, gentlemen!
       Help, ho!--Lieutenant--sir--Montano--sir--
       Help, masters!--Here's a goodly watch indeed!
       A bell rings.
       Who's that that rings the bell?--Diablo, ho!
       The town will rise. God's will, lieutenant, hold!
       You will be shamed forever.
       Re-enter Othello and Attendants.
       OTHELLO
       What is the matter here?
       MONTANO
       'Zounds, I bleed still; I am hurt to the death.
       Faints.
       OTHELLO
       Hold, for your lives!
       IAGO
       Hold, ho! Lieutenant--sir--Montano--gentlemen--
       Have you forgot all place of sense and duty?
       Hold! the general speaks to you! Hold, hold, for shame!
       OTHELLO
       Why, how now, ho! from whence ariseth this?
       Are we turn'd Turks, and to ourselves do that
       Which heaven hath forbid the Ottomites?
       For Christian shame, put by this barbarous brawl.
       He that stirs next to carve for his own rage
       Holds his soul light; he dies upon his motion.
       Silence that dreadful bell; it frights the isle
       From her propriety. What is the matter, masters?
       Honest Iago, that look'st dead with grieving,
       Speak: who began this? On thy love, I charge thee.
       IAGO
       I do not know. Friends all but now, even now,
       In quarter, and in terms like bride and groom
       Devesting them for bed; and then, but now
       (As if some planet had unwitted men),
       Swords out, and tilting one at other's breast,
       In opposition bloody. I cannot speak
       Any beginning to this peevish odds;
       And would in action glorious I had lost
       Those legs that brought me to a part of it!
       OTHELLO
       How comes it, Michael, you are thus forgot?
       CASSIO
       I pray you, pardon me; I cannot speak.
       OTHELLO
       Worthy Montano, you were wont be civil;
       The gravity and stillness of your youth
       The world hath noted, and your name is great
       In mouths of wisest censure. What's the matter,
       That you unlace your reputation thus,
       And spend your rich opinion for the name
       Of a night-brawler? Give me answer to it.
       MONTANO
       Worthy Othello, I am hurt to danger.
       Your officer, Iago, can inform you--
       While I spare speech, which something now offends me--
       Of all that I do know. Nor know I aught
       By me that's said or done amiss this night,
       Unless self-charity be sometimes a vice,
       And to defend ourselves it be a sin
       When violence assails us.
       OTHELLO
       Now, by heaven,
       My blood begins my safer guides to rule,
       And passion, having my best judgement collied,
       Assays to lead the way. If I once stir,
       Or do but lift this arm, the best of you
       Shall sink in my rebuke. Give me to know
       How this foul rout began, who set it on,
       And he that is approved in this offense,
       Though he had twinn'd with me, both at a birth,
       Shall lose me. What! in a town of war,
       Yet wild, the people's hearts brimful of fear,
       To manage private and domestic quarrel,
       In night, and on the court and guard of safety!
       'Tis monstrous. Iago, who began't?
       MONTANO
       If partially affined, or leagued in office,
       Thou dost deliver more or less than truth,
       Thou art no soldier.
       IAGO
       Touch me not so near:
       I had rather have this tongue cut from my mouth
       Than it should do offense to Michael Cassio;
       Yet, I persuade myself, to speak the truth
       Shall nothing wrong him. Thus it is, general.
       Montano and myself being in speech,
       There comes a fellow crying out for help,
       And Cassio following him with determined sword,
       To execute upon him. Sir, this gentleman
       Steps in to Cassio and entreats his pause.
       Myself the crying fellow did pursue,
       Lest by his clamor--as it so fell out--
       The town might fall in fright. He, swift of foot,
       Outran my purpose; and I return'd the rather
       For that I heard the clink and fall of swords,
       And Cassio high in oath, which till tonight
       I ne'er might say before. When I came back--
       For this was brief--I found them close together,
       At blow and thrust, even as again they were
       When you yourself did part them.
       More of this matter cannot I report.
       But men are men; the best sometimes forget.
       Though Cassio did some little wrong to him,
       As men in rage strike those that wish them best,
       Yet surely Cassio, I believe, received
       From him that fled some strange indignity,
       Which patience could not pass.
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Dramatis Personae
act i
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act ii
   Scene 1
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   Scene 3
act iii
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   Scene 2
   Scene 3
   Scene 4
act iv
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act v
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