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...preferring you before her father...

...so much I challenge

that I may profess due to the Moor...

...my lord.

God by you! I have done.

I had rather to adopt a child

than get it.

Come hither, Moor.

I here do give thee that

with all my heart...

...which, but thou hast already...

...with all my heart I would

keep from thee.

I humbly beseech you, proceed

with the affairs of state.

The Turk, with a mighty preparation,

makes for Cyprus.

Othello...

...you must away tonight.

The affair cries haste,

and speed must answer it.

Most gracious Duke...

What would you, Desdemona?

That I did love the Moor

to live with him...

...my downright violence

and scorn of fortunes...

...may trumpet to the world.

My heart is subdued even to

the utmost pleasure of my lord.

I saw Othello's visage in his mind...

...and to his honors

and his valiant parts...

...did I my soul

and fortunes consecrate.

So that, dear lords...

...if I be left behind, a moth of peace,

and he go to the war...

...the rites for which I love him

are bereft me.

And I, a heavy interim,

shall support by his dear absence.

Let me go with him.

Let her have your voice.

And heaven defend your good souls...

...that you think I will your serious

business scant for she is with me.

Be it as you shall privately determine.

At 9 in the morning,

here we'll meet again.

Good night to everyone.

And, noble signor...

...if virtue no delighted beauty lack...

...your son-in-law

is far more fair than black.

Look to her, Moor,

if thou hast eyes to see.

She has deceived her father

and may thee.

My life upon her faith!

Good lago, my Desdemona

must I leave to thee.

Let thy wife attend on her, and bring

them after in the best advantage.

Come, we must obey the time.

Lago!

What sayest thou, noble heart?

What will I do, thinkest thou?

Why, go to bed and sleep.

I will incontinently drown myself.

If thou dost,

I shall never love thee after.

Why, thou silly gentleman!

It is silliness to live

when to live is a torment.

Desdemona!

Villainous!

I've looked upon the world for

four times seven years...

...and I never yet found a man that

knew how to love himself.

Ere I would say I would drown myself

for the love of a guinea hen...

...l'd change my humanity with a baboon.

- What should I do?

I confess it is my shame

to be so fond...

...but it is not in my virtue

to amend it.

Virtue? A fig.

'Tis in ourselves

that we are thus or thus.

We have reason

to cool our raging motions...

...our carnal stings, our

unbitted lusts...

...whereof I take this, which you call

love, to be a sect or scion.

It cannot be!

It is merely a lust of the blood

and a permission of the will.

Come, be a man!

Drown thyself?

Drown cats and blind puppies.

I have professed me thy friend

and I confess me...

...knit to thy deserving with cables

of perdurable toughness.

I could never

better stead thee than now.

Put money in thy purse.

Follow thou these wars.

Disguise thy features with

an usurped beard.

I say, put money in thy purse.

It cannot be that Desdemona should

long continue her love to the Moor.

Put but money in thy purse.

When she's sated with his body,

she'll find the error of her choice.

She must have change, she must.

Fill thy purse with money.

If sanctimony and a frail vow betwixt

an erring barbarian...

...and a super-subtle Venetian

be not too hard for my wits...

...and all the tribe of hell...

...thou shall enjoy her.

Therefore, put...

"Money in thy purse."

A pox on drowning, huh?

'Tis 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?

Thou art sure of me.

There are many events in

the womb of time...

...which will be delivered.

Go, provide thy money.

We will have more of this tomorrow.

Adieu.

Where shall we meet in the morning?

- At my lodging.

- All right.

- I'll be with thee betimes.

- Go to, farewell.

Does thou hear?

What say thou?

No more of drowning, do you hear?

I am changed.

Go to, farewell.

Put money enough in your purse!

I'll sell all my land.

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's done my office.

I know not if it be true...

...but 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's a proper man.

Let me see now...

To get his place...

...and to plume up my will

in double knavery...

How?

How?

I have it.

It is engendered.

Hell and night...

...must bring this monstrous birth

to the world's light.

- Hail to thee, lady.

- Thank you, valiant Cassio.

Very good.

Ay, well said, whisper.

With as little a web as this,

will I ensnare...

...as great a fly as Cassio.

O, my fair warrior!

My dear Othello!

It gives me wonder great as my content

to see you here before me.

O my soul's joy!

I cannot speak enough of this content.

It stops me here.

It is too much of joy.

News, friends:

Our wars are done,

the Turks are drowned!

This desperate storm

hath seen a grievous wrack...

...and sufferance

on most part of their fleet.

Worthy Montano.

How does my old acquaintance

of this isle?

Honey, you shall be

well desired in Cyprus.

I have found great love amongst them.

O, you are well tuned now!

But I'll set down the pegs that

make this music, as honest as I am.

If thou be'st valiant... as they say

base men being in love have then...

...a nobility in their nature

more than is native to them... list me.

The lieutenant tonight watches

on the court of guard.

First, I must tell thee this:

Desdemona is directly in love with him.

With Cassio?

Why, 'tis not possible!

Lay thy finger thus,

and let thy soul be instructed.

Mark me. Her eye must be fed.

What delight shall she have

to look on the devil?

Her delicate tenderness has

found itself abused...

...begun to heave the gorge,

disrelish and abhor the Moor.

Her nature instructs her to it,

and compels her to some second choice.

I cannot believe that.

She is full of most blessed condition.

Blessed fig's-end!

The wine she drinks is made of grapes.

If she were blessed, she would never

have loved the Moor. Blessed pudding.

Didst thou not see her paddle

with his hand?

Didst thou not mark that?

- But that was but courtesy.

- Lechery, by this hand...

...an index and obscure prologue...

...to the history

of lust and foul thoughts.

They met so near with their lips

that their breaths embraced together.

Villainous thoughts, Roderigo!

When these mutualities

so marshal the way...

...hard at hand comes the master...

...and main exercise,

the incorporate conclusion.

But sir, be you ruled by me.

I have brought you from Venice.

Watch you with the guard tonight...

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