Othello Page #4

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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.

How now, 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...

...that 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.

How poor are they

that have not patience.

What wound did ever heal

but by degrees?

Thou knowest we work by wit...

...and not by witchcraft.

And wit depends on dilatory time.

Does it not go well?

Cassio hath beaten thee.

And thou, by that small hurt...

...hath cashiered Cassio.

Content thyself awhile.

By the mass, 'tis morning.

Pleasure and action

make the hours seem short.

Retire thee awhile.

Away, I say.

Thou shalt know more hereafter.

Nay, get thee gone.

Bounteous madam...

...whatever shall become of

Michael Cassio?

- He's never anything but your servant.

- I know it.

I thank you.

Madam, here comes my lord.

- I like not that.

- What dost thou say?

Nothing, my lord.

- Madam, I take my leave.

- Farewell.

Was not that Cassio

parted from my wife?

Cassio, my lord.

How now, my lord?

I have been talking with

a suitor here...

...a man that languishes in

your displeasure.

Who is it you mean?

Why, your lieutenant, Cassio.

Good my lord, if he be not one

that truly loves you...

...I have no judgment in an honest face.

Excellent wretch!

Perdition catch my soul,

but I do love thee!

And when I love thee not...

...chaos is come again.

- My noble lord...

- What dost thou say, lago?

Did Cassio, when you wooed

my lady, know of your love?

He did, from first to last.

Why dost thou ask?

But for a satisfaction of my thought...

No further harm.

Why of thy thought, lago?

I did not think he had been

acquainted with her.

O, yes.

And went between us very oft.

- Indeed!

- Indeed?

Ay, indeed.

Discernest thou aught in that?

Is he not honest?

Honest, my lord?

Honest? Ay, honest.

My lord, for aught I know.

- What dost thou think?

- Think, my lord?

"Think, my lord"!

By heaven, he echoes me.

Thou dost mean something.

If thou dost love me,

show me thy thought.

- My lord, you know I love you.

- I think thou dost.

And for I know

thou art full of love...

...and honesty...

...and weighest thy words

before thou givest them breath.

Therefore, these stops of thine

fright me the more.

For Cassio, I dare be sworn

I think that he is honest.

I think so too.

Men should be what they seem.

Or those that be not,

would they might seem none.

Certain, men should be

what they seem.

Why then, I think Cassio's

an honest man.

Nay, yet there's more in this!

I prithee, speak to me as to

thy thinkings.

As thou dost ruminate, give thy

worst of thoughts the worst of words.

I do beseech you...

Though I perchance am

vicious in my guess...

...as I confess, it is my

nature's plague to spy into abuses...

...and oft my jealousy...

...shapes faults that are not.

I entreat you then, it were not for

your quiet nor your good...

...nor for my manhood, honesty and

wisdom to let you know my thoughts.

What dost thou mean?

Good name in man and woman,

dear my lord...

...is the immediate jewel

of their souls.

Who steals my purse,

steals trash.

'Tis something, nothing.

'Twas mine, 'tis his...

...has been slave to thousands.

But he that filches from me

my good name...

...robs me of that

which not enriches him...

...and makes me poor indeed.

By heaven, I'll know thy thought.

You cannot, if my heart

were in your hand.

Nor shall not,

while 'tis in my custody.

O, beware, my lord, of jealousy!

'Tis the green-eyed monster

that doth mock the meat it feeds on.

Why?

Why is this?

Thinkest thou I'd make

a life of jealousy...

...to follow still the changes of

the moon with fresh suspicions? No!

To be once in doubt

is once to be resolved.

Nor from mine own weak merits

shall I draw...

...the smallest fear or doubt of her

revolt, for she had eyes and chose me.

No, lago...

...l'll see before I doubt.

When I doubt, prove.

And on the proof,

there is no more but this:

Away at once with love or jealousy.

I am glad, for now I have reason...

...to show the love and duty

that I bear you with franker spirit.

Therefore, as I am bound,

receive it from me.

I speak not yet of proof.

Look to your wife.

Observe her well with Cassio.

Look to it.

I know our country disposition well.

In Venice, they do

let heaven see the pranks...

...they dare not show their husbands.

Their best conscience

is not to leave it undone...

...but keep it unknown.

- Dost thou say so?

- She did deceive her father.

And when she seemed to fear your looks,

she loved them most.

- And so she did.

- Why, go to then.

But I am much to blame.

I humbly do beseech you of your pardon

for too much loving you.

I am bound to thee forever.

I see this hath dashed your spirits.

- Not a jot, not a jot.

- In faith, I fear it has.

I hope you consider what is spoke

comes from my love.

But I do see you're moved.

I am to pray you not to strain

my speech to grosser issues...

...nor to larger reach than

to suspicion.

Should you do so, my lord...

...my speech should fall into vile

success as my thoughts aimed not at.

Cassio's my worthy friend...

My lord, you're moved.

No, not much moved!

I do not think but Desdemona's honest.

Long live she so.

And long live you to think so.

And yet, how nature erring from itself...

Ay, there's the point!

As to be bold not to enter

into a marriage...

...of her own clime, complexion

and degree...

...whereto we see in all things

nature tends...

One may smell in such

a will most rank...

...foul disproportion,

thoughts unnatural.

But pardon me. I do not in position

distinctly speak of her.

Though I may fear, her will,

recoiling to her better judgment...

...may fall to match you with

her country forms...

...and happily repent.

Farewell, farewell.

If more thou dost perceive,

let me know more.

Leave me, lago.

My lord, I take my leave.

Why did I marry?

My lord, I would

I might entreat your honor...

...to scan this thing no farther.

Leave it to time.

Let me be thought too busy

in my fears...

- as worthy cause

I have to fear I am...

- and hold her free.

Fear not my government.

That we can call

these delicate creatures ours...

...and not their appetites!

How now, my dear Othello!

Your dinner and the generous

islanders by you invited...

...do attend your presence.

- I am to blame.

- Why do you speak so faintly?

Are you not well?

Come, I'll go with you.

I have a thing for you.

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