Othello Page #3

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...for the command I'll lay it upon you.

I'll not be far from you.

Do you find some occasion

to anger Cassio.

Well...

Welcome, lago.

We must to the watch.

Not this hour, lieutenant.

'Tis not yet 10 of 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.

She's a most exquisite lady.

And I'll warrant her, full of game.

She is indeed perfection.

Well...

...happiness to their sheets!

Come, I have a stoop of wine...

...and here without are

a brace of Cyprus gallants...

...that would have a measure to

the health of black Othello.

Not tonight, good lago.

I have very poor and unhappy

brains for drinking.

I could well wish courtesy

would invent...

...some other custom of entertainment.

They are our friends.

But one cup?

I'll drink for you.

I have drunk a cup tonight already and

dare not task my weakness with anymore.

What, man!

'Tis a night of revels.

The gallants desire it.

Where are they?

If I can fasten

but one cup upon him...

The purchase made...

...the fruits are to ensue...

...that profit's yet to come

between me and you.

Is your Englishman so expert

in his drinking?

Why, he drinks you with facility,

your Dane dead drunk.

He sweats not to overthrow your Almain.

And he gives your Hollander a vomit

ere the next pottle can be filled.

Health to our general!

I am for it, lieutenant...

...and I'll do you justice.

Sweet England!

Save you, friend Cassio.

Well, how is it with you, most fair...?

Bianca.

Let be gallantly!

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

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,

that I am drunk.

This is my ensign.

This is my right hand.

This is my left hand.

I am not drunk now.

I can stand well enough...

...and I speak well enough.

- Excellent well.

- Why, very well.

You must not think then

that I am drunk.

To the platform, masters.

Come, let's set the watch.

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.

But is he often thus?

'Tis evermore the prologue

to his sleep.

- What's the matter, lieutenant?

- A knave teach me my duty!

I'll beat the knave

into a twiggen bottle.

- Beat me!

- Dost thou prate, rogue?

Nay, good lieutenant.

I pray you, sir, hold your hand.

Let me go, sir, or I'll knock you

over the mazzard.

Come, come...

...you're drunk.

Drunk?

Nay, good lieutenant.

God's will, gentlemen!

Good lieutenant, hold!

Mutiny!

Mutiny!

Help, ho! Lieutenant!

God's will, lieutenant.

Hold!

Hold, for your lives!

Hold, for shame!

What's the matter here?!

Are we turned Turks?!

For Christian shame,

put by this barbarous brawl.

He who stirs next

to carve for his own rage...

...holds his soul light.

He dies upon his motion.

What is the matter, masters?

Michael...

...how comes it you are thus forgot?

I pray you, pardon me, sir!

I cannot speak.

Worthy Montano...

...what is 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.

- Worthy Othello, I am hurt to danger.

Your officer, lago, can inform you,

while I spare speech...

...of all that I do know.

Now, by heaven, my blood begins

my safer guides to rule.

On thy love I charge thee, lago.

Who began it?

If partially affined or

leagued in office...

...thou dost deliver more

or less than truth...

...thou art no soldier.

Touch me not so near!

I had rather cut this tongue...

...than it should do offense

to Michael Cassio.

Yet to speak the truth

shall nothing wrong him.

This it is, general:

Montano and myself being in speech,

comes a fellow crying for help...

...and Cassio following him with

determined sword to execute upon him.

Sir, this gentleman steps in

to Cassio...

- but more of this matter

can I not report.

But men are men.

The best sometime forget.

Though Cassio did

some little wrong to him...

...as men in rage strike those

that wish them best...

...yet surely Cassio...

I know, lago, thy honesty and love

doth mince this matter...

...making it light to Cassio.

Cassio...

...he that you hurt

is of great fame in Cyprus...

...and great affinity.

I love thee...

...but nevermore be officer of mine.

What is the matter, dear?

Look, if my gentle love

be not raised up.

I'll make thee an example.

All's well now, sweeting.

Come away to bed.

Look with care about the town...

...and silence those

whom this vile brawl distracted.

Come, sweet Desdemona.

- Are you hurt, lieutenant?

- Ay, past all surgery.

- Marry, God forbid!

- I have lost my reputation.

I have lost the immortal

part of myself...

...and what remains is bestial.

My reputation, lago!

My reputation!

I thought you'd received some wound.

There's more offense in that

than in reputation.

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.

Sue to him again, and he's yours.

I would rather sue to be despised...

...than to deceive

so good a commander...

...with so slight, so drunken and

so indiscreet an officer.

He that you followed...

...what had he done to you?

- I know not.

Is it possible?

Drunk!

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.

I have well approved it, sir.

I'll tell you what you shall do.

Our general's wife is now the general.

Confess yourself freely to Desdemona.

Importune her. She'll help

to put you in your place again.

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.

You advise me well.

I protest, in the sincerity of love

and honest kindness.

I think it freely.

Good night, lieutenant.

I must to the watch.

Good night, honest lago.

How am I then a villain...

...when this advice is free I give

and honest...

...probal to thinking, and indeed

the course to win the Moor again?

His soul is so enfettered

to Desdemona's 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,

directed 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 fortunes...

...and she for him

pleads strongly to the Moor...

...l'll pour this pestilence

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