Othello Page #6

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...did...

I know not what he did.

What?

What?

Lie...

With her?

With her...

...on her, what you will.

Lie with her?

Lie on her?

'Zounds, that's fulsome!

Work on, my medicine. Work!

Thus credulous fools are caught.

And many worthy and chaste dames,

even thus...

...all guiltless, meet reproach.

What ho, my lord?

My lord, I say! Othello!

What's the matter?

My lord is in an epilepsy.

This is his second fit.

He had one yesterday.

- Rub him about the temples.

- Forbear!

The lethargy

must have his quiet course.

If not, he foams at mouth and

breaks out to savage madness.

Look, he stirs.

Do you withdraw yourself a little.

He will recover straight.

When he is gone, I would

on great occasion speak with you.

How is it, general?

Did he confess it?

Have you not hurt your head?

Dost thou mock me?

I mock you?

No, by heaven.

Good sir, whilst you were here,

overwhelmed with your grief...

...Cassio came hither.

I shifted him away and

laid good 'scuse upon your ecstasy...

...bade him anon return and here speak

with me, the which he promised.

Do but encave yourself...

...and mark the jeers, the gibes,

and notable scorns...

...that dwell in

every region of his face.

I will make him tell

the tale anew:

Where, how, how oft,

how long ago...

...and when he hath and is again

to cope your wife.

Marry, patience!

Now, will I question Cassio of Bianca.

He, when he hears of her...

...cannot refrain

from the excess of laughter.

How do you now, lieutenant?

As he shall smile...

...Othello...

...shall go mad.

You give me that same title,

whose want even kills me.

Ply Desdemona well

and you are sure on it.

Now, if this suit

lay in Bianca's power...

...how quickly should you speed!

Poor wretch!

I think, in faith, she loves me.

Look how he laughs already!

She says that you shall

marry her. Do you intend it?

I marry her? What?

I prithee, bear

some charity to my wit.

The cry goes that

you shall marry her.

- Prithee, say true.

- I am a very villain else.

This is the monkey's own giving out.

She hangs and lolls and weeps upon me.

So hales...

I see that nose of yours...

...but not that

dog I shall throw it to!

Before me!

Look, where she comes.

How is it with you,

most fair Bianca?

Whence came this?

This is some token from

a newer friend.

No, by my faith.

Why, whose is it?

I know not.

I found it in my chamber.

A likely story that you should

find it in your chamber...

...and not know who left it.

This is some minx's token.

There!

Give it to your hobbyhorse,

wheresoever you had it.

How now, my sweet Bianca!

How now, how now!

If you come to

supper tonight, you may.

If you do not, come

when you are next prepared for.

After her, after her.

Faith, I must.

She'll rail in the streets else.

- Will you sup there?

- I intend to.

I may chance to see you, for

I would fain speak with you.

- Prithee, come.

- Go to, say no more.

How shall I murder him, lago?

Did you perceive

how he laughed at his vice?

And did you see the handkerchief?

Damn her!

Lewd minx!

Damn her!

A fine woman, a fair woman,

a sweet woman!

You must forget that.

Let her perish, and be damned tonight,

for she shall not live.

No, my heart is turned to stone.

I strike it,

and it hurts my hand.

But the pity of it, lago!

O, lago, the pity of it, lago!

Nay, that's not your way.

Damn her!

- Cuckold me?

- O, 'tis foul in her.

- And with mine officer!

- That's fouler.

I'd have him nine years a-killing.

Look here, lago.

All my fond love thus...

...do I blow to heaven.

'Tis gone.

Arise, black vengeance, from

thy hollow cell.

Yield up, O love, thy crown

and hearted throne to tyrannous hate.

Now, by yond marble heaven...

...in the due reverence

of a sacred vow...

...I here engage my words.

Witness, you ever-burning

lights above...

...you elements

that clip us round about.

Witness that here, lago doth give up...

...the execution of his wit, hands...

...heart...

...to wronged Othello's service.

Let him command.

And to obey shall be

in me remorse...

...what bloody business ever.

I greet thy love.

Get me some poison,

lago, this night.

I'll not expostulate with her...

...lest her body and beauty

unprovide my mind again.

Do it not with poison.

Strangle her in her bed,

even the bed she hath contaminated.

Good, good, the justice of it pleases.

Very good.

And for Cassio?

Let me hear thee say,

Michael Cassio is not alive.

My friend is dead.

You shall know more by midnight.

Excellent. Good.

Now art thou my lieutenant.

I am your own...

...forever.

God save you, worthy general!

With all my heart, sir.

The Duke and Senators

of Venice greet you.

I kiss the instrument of their pleasure.

Welcome, Signor Gratiano.

What's the news, uncle?

Good cousin Lodovico?

I am glad to see you, signor.

- Welcome to Cyprus.

- I thank you.

How does Lieutenant Cassio?

Lives, sir.

Cousin...

...there's fallen between him and

my lord an unkind breach.

- But you shall make all well.

- Are you sure of that?

- My lord?

- "This fail you not to do..."

He did not call.

Is there division between my lord...

...and Cassio?

- A most unhappy one.

I would do much to atone them,

for the love I bear to Cassio.

Fire and brimstone!

My lord?

Are you wise?

What? Is he angry?

Maybe the letter moved him.

For as I think,

they do command him home...

...deputing Cassio in his government.

By my troth, I'm glad on it.

Indeed!

My lord?

I am glad to see you mad.

Why, sweet Othello?

Devil!

I have not deserved this.

This would not be believed in Venice,

though I should swear I saw it.

'Tis very much.

Make her amends. She weeps.

If that the earth could teem with

women's tears, each drop she falls...

...would prove a crocodile.

Out of my sight!

I would not stay to offend you.

You have seen nothing then?

- Nor ever heard, nor suspected.

- You've seen Cassio and she together.

I saw no harm. I heard each syllable

that breath made up between them.

- What! Did they never whisper?

- Never.

Nor send you to fetch her fan,

her gloves, her mask, nothing?

Never.

That's strange.

I durst, my lord, to wager she

is honest, lay down my soul at stake.

If you think other, remove your thought.

It doth abuse your bosom.

Bid her come hither.

Go!

She says enough, but she's a simple

bawd that cannot say as much.

This is a subtle whore.

But look, she comes.

What is your pleasure?

Let me see your eyes.

Look in my face.

What horrible fancy's this?

What art thou?

Your wife, my lord.

Your true and loyal wife.

Come, swear it.

Damn thyself.

Swear thou art honest.

Heaven doth truly know it.

Heaven truly knows

thou art false as hell.

To whom, my lord?

With whom?

How am I false?

O, Desdemona!

Away, away!

Alas the heavy day!

Why do you weep?

Am I the motive

of these tears, my lord?

Had it pleased heaven to

try me with affliction...

...had they rained all kinds

of sores and shames on my bare head...

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