Othello Page #4
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betwixt an erring barbarian...
...and a super-subtle venetian,
be not too hard for my wits...
...and all the tribe of
Go, make money.
A pox of drowning thyself.
It's clean out of the way.
Seek thou rather to be hanged
in compassing thy joy...
...than to be drowned and go without her.
Wilt thou be fast to my hopes
if I depend on the issue?
Thou art sure of me.
Go, make money.
I have told thee often and
I tell thee again and again...
...I hate the Moor.
My cause is hearted,
thine hath no less reason.
Let us be conjunctive in
...thou dost thyself a
pleasure and me a sport.
There are many events in the womb
of time which will be delivered.
Traverse. Go, provide thy money.
We'll have more of this tomorrow.
- Where shall we meet in the morning?
- At my lodging.
- I'll be with thee betimes.
- Go to. Farewell.
Do you hear, Roderigo?
What sayst thou?
No more of drowning, do you hear?
I am changed.
- I'll go sell all my land.
- Go to. Farewell.
Put money enough in your purse.
Thus do I ever make my fool my purse.
For I mine own gained
knowledge should profane...
...if I would time expend with such
a snipe but for my sport and profit.
I hate the Moor.
And it is thought abroad that 'twixt
my sheets he has done my office.
I know not if't be true...
...yet I, for mere suspicion in
that kind, will do as if for surety.
He holds me well, the better
shall my purpose work on him.
Cassio is a proper man.
Let me see, now. To get his place...
...and to plume up my will a double knavery.
How?
How? Let me see.
After some time, to abuse othello's ear
that he is too familiar with his wife.
He hath a person and a smooth
dispose to be suspected...
...framed to make women false.
The Moor is of a free and open nature...
...that thinks men honest
that but seem to be so...
led by the nose as asses are.
I have it.
It is engendered.
Hell and night must bring
this monstrous birth...
...to the world's light.
MoNTANo:
Methinks the windA fuller blast ne'er shook our battlements.
If it hath ruffianed so upon
the sea, what ribs of oak...
...when the huge mountain
melts, can hold the mortise?
- What shall we hear of this?
- A segregation of the Turkish fleet...
...for do but stand upon the foaming shore,
the chidden billow seems to pelt the clouds.
The wind-shaked surge with
high and monstrous mane...
...seems to pour water on the burning Bear...
...and quench the guards
of the ever-fixed Pole.
I never did like molestation
view on the enchafed flood.
If the Turkish fleet be not ensheltered
and embayed, they are drowned.
It is impossible they bear it out.
The ship is here put in, a veronesa.
Michael Cassio, lieutenant to the
warlike Moor othello, is come ashore.
The Moor himself at sea and is in
full commission here for Cyprus.
I am glad on't. 'Tis a worthy governor.
For I have served him and the
man commands like a full soldier.
CASSlo:
Thanks, you the valiant of thiswarlike isle that so approve the Moor!
Let the heavens give him
defense against the elements...
...for I have lost him on a dangerous sea.
- Is he well shipped?
- His bark is stoutly timbered.
His pilot of very expert
and approved allowance.
Therefore my hopes, not surfeited
to death, stand in bold cure.
CASSlo:
Hello, what noise?The town is empty. On the brow o'th'sea
stand ranks of people and they cry, "A sail!"
My hopes do shape him for the governor.
They do discharge
their shot of courtesy.
- Our friends at least. CASSlo: I pray you.
- Go forth and give us truth who arrived.
- I shall.
Good lieutenant, is your general married?
Most fortunately.
He hath achieved a maid that
paragons description and wild fame.
One that excels the
quirks of blazoning pens...
...and in th'essential vesture of
creation does bare all excellency.
CASSlo:
Who has put in?- 'Tis one lago, ancient to the general.
He has had most favorable and happy speed.
Tempests themselves, high
seas and howling winds...
...the guttered rocks
and congregated sands...
...traitors ensteeped to
clog the guiltless keel...
do omit their mortal natures...
...letting go safely by the divine Desdemona.
What is she?
She that I speak of, our
great captain's captain...
...left in the conduct of the bold lago...
...whose footing here anticipates
our thoughts a se'nnight's speed.
Great Jove, othello guard...
...and swell his sail with
thine own powerful breath...
...that he may bless this
bay with his tall ship...
...and swiftly come to Desdemona's arms...
...give renewed fire to our extincted
spirits and bring all Cyprus comfort.
O, behold.
The riches of the ship is come onshore.
You men of Cyprus, let her have your knees.
Hail to thee, lady, and
the grace of heaven...
...before, behind thee and on
every hand enwheel thee round.
What tidings can you tell me of my lord?
He is not yet arrived.
Nor know I aught but that he's
well and will be shortly here.
But I fear. How lost you company?
The great contention of the sea
and skies parted our fellowship.
CASSlo:
But hark, a sail.- They bring their greeting to the citadel.
- This likewise is a friend.
CASSlo:
See for the news.Good ancient, you are
welcome. Welcome, mistress.
Let it not gall your patience,
good lago, that I extend my manners.
'Tis my breeding that gives
me this bold show of courtesy.
Would she give you so much of her lips
as her tongue she oft bestows on me...
...you'd have enough.
You have little cause to say so.
Come on, you are pictures out of
doors, bells in your parlors...
...wild cats in your kitchens,
saints in your injuries...
...devils being offended, players in your
housewifery and housewives in your beds.
- Fie upon thee, slanderer.
- Nay, it is true or else I am a Turk.
You rise to play and go to bed to work.
Do not learn of him, Emilia,
though he be thy husband.
How say you, Cassio?
Is he not a most profane
and liberal counselor?
He speaks home, madam.
You may relish him more in the
soldier than in the scholar.
Why, Cassio.
He takes her by the palm.
Ay, well said, whisper.
With as little a web as this will
I ensnare as great a fly as Cassio.
Ay, smile upon her, do. I will
catch you in your own courtesies.
You say true, 'tis so indeed.
you out of your lieutenantry...
...it were better you had not
kissed your three fingers so oft...
...which now again you are
most apt to play the sir in.
Oh, very good. Well-kissed, an
excellent courtesy. 'Tis so indeed.
Yet again your fingers to your lips?
Would they were Clyster pipes for your sake.
The Moor. I know his trumpet.
'Tis truly so.
Lo where he comes.
O, my fair warrior.
O, my dear othello.
It gives me wonder great as my
content to see you here before me.
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