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That itosencrantz and (iuildenstern are dead :
Where should we have our thanks?

Hor. Not from his month.

Had it the ability of life to thank you;
He never gave commandment for their death.
But since, so jump upon this bloody question.
You from the Polack wars, and you fmm England,
Are here arriv'd, give order, that these bodies
High on a .•-tage be placed to the view ;
And lot me speak, to the yet unknowing world.
How these thini^^ came about : so shall you bear
Of carnal, bloody, and unnatural acts;
Of accMental judgments, casual slaughters;
Of deaths put on by cunning, and forc'd caose -
And, in this upshot, purposes mistook
Fall'n on the inventors' heads: all this can J
Truly deliver.

Fort, Let us haste to bear it.
And call the noblest to the audience.
For me, with sorrow I embrace my fortime ,
I have some rights of memory in this kingdom.
Which now to claim my vantage doth invite me,

Hor. Of that I shall have alwa^ cause to speak*
And from his mouth whose voice will draw on

more:
But let this same be presently perform'd.
E'en while men*s minds are wild; lest more mis-
chance,
On plots, and errors, happen.

Jiort, Let four captains

Bear Hamlet, like a soldier, to the stage ;
For he was likely, had he been put on.
To haveprov*d most royally : and, for his passage,
The soldier's music, and the rights of war.
Speak loudly for him.
Take up the body:— Such a sight as this
Becomes the tieM. but here shows much amiss.
Qo, bid ^he soldiers slioot [A ilead ifarck,

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DRAMATIS J-ER^^ON^.



Dote of VEBIOB.

BRABAVXIO ji Mnmtor : UXbM to

Two other 8eii»tort.

ORATIAHO. brother to

LODOVICO. klHAiULn to Bnthaatto.

OTHELLO, the Moor.

0A88I0, Ueatonant to OtheOo.

lAOO. aadent to OtheLo



KCDEBIQO,*

MONTAMO. Othello's predecenor la the

of Cypnu.

QowB, lervant to Othello.

Herald.

DE8DEM0NA, wife to Othdla

EMILIA, wife to lago.

BIAMCA, a courtez&a.



■GEHE.-.ror tho Vtrrt Aot, ta VtBloe : darlBff the rert of tho riaj, a a Beft-port ta OTpni^



ACTL



SCENE L—Yenioe. ABimelL
EnUr BoDERioo cand Iago.



Bod, Never tell me, I take it mnch unkindly
That thou, la^o, who hast had mj parse
As if the strings were thine, shouldst know of this.
logo. But 700*11 not hear me. If ever I did

dream
Of such a matter, ahhor me.
BodL Thou told*st me, thou didst hold him in

thy hate.
laqo, De8i)iseme,if IdonoL Three great ones

of the citj,
Inpersonal suit to make me his Itentenant,
Oflhcapp'd to him: and, by the faith of man,
1 know my price, I am worth no worse a place:
But he, as loving his own pnde and purposes.
Evades them; with a bombast circnmsiauce,
Horribly stnfiTd with epitliets of war,
Nonsuits my mediators. For, certes, says he,
I Iiave already chose my officer.
And what was hr ^
Forsooth, a great arithmetictan,
One Michael Cassio, a Florentine,
A fellow almost damn*d in a foir wife.
That never set a saaadron in the field,
Nor the division of a battle knows
More than a spinster ; unless the bookish theorick,
Wherein the tongned consuls can propose
As masterly as he: mere prattle, without

practice,
Ia 9l\ hia soldiership. Bat he, sir, had the

election,



/oo. O sir, content you;
I follow him to serve my turn upon him
We cannot ail be masters, nor all masters
Cannot be truly follow*d. Yon shall marii
Many a duteous and knee-crooking knave,
That, doting on his own obsequious bondage,
Wears out his time much like his master's ass,
For naught but provender; and when bo'sold,

cashier'd ;
Whip me such honest knaves: Others there are
W^ho, triinm*d in forms and visages of duty.
Keep yet their hearts attending on themsclvee;
And, throvung but shows of service on their lords.
Mo well thrive by them, and, when they have

lin'd their coats.
Do themselves homage : these fellows have sonid

soul;
And such a one do I profess myself. For, sir.
It is as sure as you are Hoderigo,
Were I the Moor 1 would not be Iago.
In following him i follow but myself;
Heaven is niy judge, not I for love and daty.
But seeming so, for my peculiar end :
For when my outward action doth demonstrate
The native act and figure of my heart
In complement extern, *tis not long after
But 1 will wear my heart upon my sleeve
For daws to peck at : I am not what I am.
Bod What a fall Fortune does the Ttibk4lps

owe.
If he can carry \ thosl

logo. Call up her &ther,
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Jka, What is the reason of this terrible sum-



OTHELLO.



What ia the matter there?
Jiod, Signior, is all your HmBty within ?
logo. Are your doors lock'd?
Bra, Why, wherefore ask you this ?

logo. Sir, you are robb*d ; for sliame put on
your gown ;
Tour heart is buKt, yon have lost half your soul;
Even now, now, yerj now, an old blaok ram
la tupping your white ewe. Arise, arise ;
Awake the snorting citizens with the bell.
Or else the devil will make a grandsire of you:
Arise, I say.
Bra, What, have you lost your wits?
Bod, Most reverend signior, do yon know my

voice?
Bra. Not 1 ; what are you?
Bod. My name is Hoderigo.
Bra, The wor5er welcome :
I have charff'd thee not to haunt about my doors:
la honest plainness thou hast heard me say
My daughter is not for thee; and now, in madness
(Being full of supper and distempering draughts),
Upon malicious knavery, dost thou come
To start my t^uiet
2iod, Sir, sir, sir, —
Bra. But thou must needs be sure,
My spirit and my place have m thcdr power
To make this bitter to thee.
Bod, Patience, good sir.

Bra, What tell'st thou me of robbhig? this ia
Venice;
My house is not a grange.

Bod, Most grave Brabantio,

In simple and pure soul I come to you.

logo. Sir« you are one of those that will not
serve God, if the devil bid you. Because we come
to do von service, and you think we are ruffians,
voull have your daughter covered with a Barbery
none: youll have your nephews neigh to you:
youll have coursers for cousms, and gennets for
gennans.
Bra, What profane wretch art thou?
laqo, I am one, sir, that comes to tell yon your
daughter and the Moor are making the beast with
two backs.
Bra, Thou art a villain.
logo. Yon are a senator.

Bra, This thou shalt answer. I know thee,

Koderigo.
Bod. ttir, 1 will answer any thing. Bat I beseech
you.
If *t be your pleasure and most wise consent
(As partly I nnd it is), that your fiur dauirhter.



If she be in her chamber, or tout house
Let loose on me the justice of the state
For thus deluding you.

Bra, Strike on the tinder, hoa 1

Give me a taper; call an all my people:
This accident is not unlike my oream ;
Belief of it oppressea me already :
Llght,Isayf liffhtl [ExUfiom above,

logo. Farewell ; for I must leave you:
It seems not meet, nor wholesome to my place,
To be produced (as, if I sUy, I shall)
Against the Moor ; For, I do know, the state
(However this may gall him with some check)
Cannot with safety cast him. For he's embark*d
With such loud reason to the Cyprus' wars,
(Which even now stand in act), that for their souls.
Another of hb fathom they nave none
To lead their business: in which r«^gard,
Thouffh 1 do hate him as I do hell pains,
Yet, for necessity of present life,
I mast show out a Ai^ aiMi sign of love.
Which is indeed but sign. That you shall surely

find him.
Lead to the Sagittary the raised search :
And there wiUl be with him. So,(kreweU. [Eaek.

BntoTy hdowt Brabantio, and Servants with
torches.

Bra, It ia too true an evil : gone she is.
And what's to come of my despised time
Is nought but bitterness. Now, Roderigo.
Where didst thou see her?— 0, unhappy girl I—
With the Moor, say'st thou ?> Who woiud be a

father?—
How didst thou know ^as she ?— O, she daceivaa

me
Past thought!— What said she to you?— Gel

more tapers;
Raise all my kindred.— Are th^ married, dilak
yon?
Bod, Truly, I thmk they are.
Bra, O heaven I How got she out ?—0 treason
of the blood 1—
Fathers, from hence trust not your daughters*

minds
By what you see them act— Are there not ehamv
By which the property of youth and maidhood
Maybeabus'd? Have you not read, Roderigo,
Of some such thing ?
Bod, Yes, sir; I have indeed.

Bra, Call up my brother^— O, would yon had
had herl-
Some one way, some another.— Do you know
Where we may apprehend her and the Moor?

Rod. 1 thUik I can discover him, if you please
To get good guard, and go along with me.



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0th, *T it better as it U.

JoffCK Naj, but he prated,

And spoke sach 8earv7 and provoking terms
Against your honour,
That, with the little godliness I have,
Z did foil hard forbear him. But, 1 pra^yon, sir,
Are you fast married? Be assured of tms,
That the magnifico is much beloved,
And liath, in his eflfect, a voice potential,
As double as the dukels: he will divorce 70Q ;
Or put upon you what restraint and grievance
The law (with all his might to enforce it on)
Will give liim cable.

0th, Let him do his spite :

My services, which I have done the signiory.
Shall out-tongue his complaints. Tis yet to know
rWhich, when 1 know that boasting is an honour,
I shall promulgate], I fetch my life and being
From men of royal siege ; and my demerits
May speak, onbonneted, to as proud a fortune
As this that I have reacii'd : For know, Isgo,
but tliat I love the gentle Desdemona,
I would not my unhouhod free condition
Put into circumscription and confine
For the 8ea*s worth. But, look I what lights come
yond?

Enter Cassio, atadistaneey andoertam Officers wUh
tcrchesm

logo. Those are the raised father and his friends
You were best go in.

0th. Not I : I must be found;

My parts, my title, and my perfect soul,
Shall manifest me rightly. Is it they?

lago. By Janus, 1 think no.

0th. The servants of the duke $ and my lieu-
tenant.
The goodness of the night upon you, friends I
What is the news?

Caa, The duke does greet you, general;

And he requires your haste-post-haste appearance,
EveA on the instant.

0th, What is the matter, think you ?

Caa. Something from Cyprus, as I may divine:
It is a business ofsome heat The galleys
Have sent a dozen sequent messengers
This very night, at one another's heels;
And many of the consuls, raisM and met.
Are at the duke's already: you have been hotly

call'd for ;
When, being not at your lodging to be found.
The senate hath sent about three several quests,
To search you out.

0th, Tis well I am found by you.

I will but spend a word here in the house.
And eo with vou. I Exit,



OTHELLO.

0th,



Uola! stand there 1

Bod, Signior, it is the Moor.

Bm, Down with htm, thief 1

[They draw on both tides,

logo. Ton, Roderigo I Come, sir, I am for you.

0th, Keep up your bright swords, for the dew
will rust them.
Good si^ior, you shall more command with years
Than with your weapons.

Br<u thou foul thief, where hast thoa stow'd
my daughter ?
Damn'd as thou art, thou hast enchanted her:
For 111 refer me to all things of sense
(If she in diains of magio were not bound),
Whether a maid so tender, fair, and happy,
So opposite to marriage, tliat she shunn'd
The wealthy curled dearling of our nation.
Would ever have, to incur a general mock.
Run from her guardage to the sooty bosom
Of such a thing as thou,— to fear, not to delight.
Judge me the world, if *tis not gross in su iie^
That thou hast practised on her with foul charms
Abus'd her delicate youth with drugs, or minerals.
That weaken motion : — I'U^ve it dbputed on ;
*Tbi probable, and palpable to thinking.
I therefore apprehend and do attach thee,
For an abuser of the world, a practiser
Of arts inhibited and out of warrant:
Lay hold upon him ; if he do resist.
Subdue him at his peril.

0th, Uol d your hands.

Both you of my inolining, and the rest :
Were it my cue to fight, I should have knovru it
Without a prompter.— Where will yon that I ^;
To answer this your charge?

Bra, To prison : till fit time

Of law, and course of direct session.
Call thee to answer.

0th, What if I do obey ?

How may the duke be therewith satisfied;
Whose messengers are hereabout my side
Upon some present business of the state,
To bring me to him ?

Off. Tis true, most worthy ngnior

The duke*s in conncil ; and your noble self,
I am sure is sent for.

Bra, Howl the duke in coundl ?

In this time of the night ? — Bring him awa^:
Mine's not an idle cause : the duke himself.
Or any of my brothers of the stote.
Cannot but feel this wrong as 'twere their own:
For if such actions may have passage fk-ee.
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OTHELLO.



JCnttr Sailor.



Of. A messenger from the gallejs.

Duke, Now ? the basinMs ?

&xiL The Turkish preparation makes for
KhodeA ;
80 was I bid report here to the state,
By flignior Aiiijelo.

Duke. Uow say 70a by this changer

I Sen, This cannot be,

By no assay of reason ; 'tis a pageant,
To keep us in fiilse gaze: When we consider
The importancy of Cyprus to the Turk ;
And let ourselves again but understand
That, as it more concerns the Turk than Rhodes,
So may he with mure facile question bear it.
For that it stands not in such warlike brace.
But altogether lacks the abilities'
That KhodeA is dress *d in : if we make thought

of this,
We must not think the Turk is so unskilful,
To leave that latest which concerns him first.
Neglecting an attempt of ease and gain,
To wake and wage a danger profitless.

Duke, Nay, in all . ooufidenoe, he*s not for
Rhodes.

Of. Here is more news.

EnUr a Messenger.

Afeu. The Ottomites, reverend and gracious,
Steering with due course toward Uie ble of

Rhodes,
Have there injointed them with no after fleet.
1 Sen, Ay, so 1 thought: — How many, as you

guess?
Hess, Of thirty sail : and now the^ do re-stem
Their backward course, bearing with frank ap-
pearance
Their purposes towards Cypms. Signior Montano,
Your trusty and most valiant servitor,
With his free duty, recommends you thus.
And prays ^ou to believe him.

Dtike, 'Tis certain then for Cyprus.
Marcos Lucotoos, is not he in town ?
1 Sen, He's now in Florence.
Duke, Write (torn us to him, post-poet-haste,

despatch.
1 Sen, Here comes Brabantio, and the valiant
Moor.

Bkter Brabantio, Othello, Iago, RoDBRiao,
€md Officers.
Duke. Valiant Othello, we most straight employ
you
Against the general enemy Ottoman.
[ did not see you; welcome, gentle signior.

[7b Bra.
We lacked yonr counsel and your help to-night
Bra. So did I yours : Good your grace, pardon
me;
Neither m v place, nor aught I heard of business.
Hath rais'd me from my bed; nor doth the general

care
Take hold on me ; for my partioolar grief
Is of so floodgate and overbearing nature,
Tliat it engluts and swallows other sorrows,
And it is still itself.
Duke. Why, what's the matter?

Bra, My daoghter* 0, my daughter I
Sen. Dead?

Bra, Ay, to me;

She is abused, stolen from me, and corrupted
By spells and medicines bought of motmtebanksr
For nature to preposterously to err,



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Sans witchcraft could not—

Duke. Whoe'er he be, that in this fool pro-
ceeding
Hath thus beguil'd yonr daughter of herself,
And you of her, the bloody book of law
You shall yourself read in the bitter letter.
After your own sense ; yea, though oar proper soo
Stood iu your action.

Bra. Humbly I thank your g^race.

Here is the man, this Moor; whom now, it seems.
Your special mandate, for the state affiura,
Hath hitlier brought

AIL We are yerj sorry for t

Duke. Wlutt, in your own part, can yon say to

Bra. Nothing, but this is so. [^Otdello.
Oth. Most potent, grave, and reverend signiors.
My very noble and approved ff«»od masters, —
That 1 have ta'en away this old man's daughter,
It is most true; true, I have married her;
The very head and front of my ofifendmg
Hath this extent, no more. Rude am J in my

speech.
And little bless'd with the soft phrase of peace;
Forsince these arms of mine liaa seven years' pith,
Till now some nine moons wasted, they have oa'd
Their dearest action in the tented field;
And little of this great world can I speak.
More than pertains to feats of brols and battle;
And therefore little shall I grace my cause,
In speaking for myself: xet by your gracioos

patience,
I will a round un varnish 'd tale deliver
Of my whole course of love: what drags, what

clKirms,
What conjuration, and what mighty magic

iFor such proceeding I am charged withal),
won his daughter.

Bra, A maiden never bold ;

Of spirit so still and quiet, that her motion
Blush 'd at herself: And she, in spite of nature.
Of years, of country, credit, every thing,
To fall in love with wliat she fear'd to look on?
It is a judgment maim'd, and most imperfect,
That will confess, perfection so could err
Against all rules of nature; and must be driven
To find out practices of cunning hell,
Why this should be. I therefore vouch again.
That with some mixtures powerful o'er the blood.
Or with some dram conjur d to this effect.
He wrought upon her.

Duke, To vouch this is no proof

■Without more wider and more overt test,
Than these thin habits, and poor likelihoods
Of modem seeming, do prefer a^^ainst him.

1 Sen. But, Othello, speak :
Did you by indirect and forced courses
Subdue and poison this young maid's affections ?
Or came it by request, and sach fair question
As soul to soul anbrdeth ?

OtJu I do beseech you,

Send for the lady to the Sagittary,
And let her speak of me before hur father:
If you do find me foul in her report.
The trust, the office, I do hold of you, *
Not only take away, but let your sentenoe
£ven fall upon my life.

Duke. Fetch Desdemona hither.

Oth, Ancient, conduct them : you best know
the place> [Eaoeuui lAOOamf Attendants.
And, till she come, as truly as to heaven
I do oonfess the vices of my blood,

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So justly to roar ^ve ears 111 present
How I did thrive in ibis fair Udj's loTe,
And she in mine.

I>uke. Say it. Othello.
Oth. Her fiither lov*d me; oft invited me;
Still question 'd me the story of mpr life,
From year to year ; the battles, sieges, fortune,
That 1 have pass'd.

I lan it through, even from my boyish dajrs.
To the very moment that he bade me tell it
'Wherein 1 spoke of most disastrous chances;
Of moving accidents by flood and field;
Of hair-breadth ^scapes i* the imminent deadly

breach;
Of being taken by the insolent foe
And sold to slavery ; of my redemption thenoe,
And porunce. In my traveller's history,
(Wherein of antres vast and desarts idle,
Rough quarries, rocks, and hills whose heads touch

heaven.
It was my hint to speak), each was my process; —
And of the CannibsJs that each other eat,
The Anthropophagi, and men whose heads
Do grow beneath their shoulders. These thuigf

to hear
Would Desdemona seriously incline ;
But still the house afl^airs would draw her thenoe;
Which ever as 8he could with haste despatcb|
BheM come again, and with a greedy ear
Devour up my discourse: Which I observing,
To«ik once a pliant hour; and found good means
To draw from her a prayer of earnest heart,
That i would all my pilgrimage dilate,
Whereof by parcels stie had something heard,
But not intentively : I did consent;
And often did beguile her of her tears.
When 1 did speak of some distressful stroke
That my youth suffered. My story being done,
8he gave me for my pains a world of sighs :
8he swore,— In faith, 'twas strange, 'twas passing

strange ;
Twas pitiful, 'twas wondrons pitifhl :
Bhe wish'd she had not heard it; yet she wished
That heaven had made her such a man: she

thank 'd me;
And bade me, if 1 had a fKend that lov*d her,
I should but teach him how to tell my story,
And that would woo her. Upon this hint 1 spake:
She lov'd me for the dangers f had pass'd ;
And I lov'd her that she did pity them.
This only is the witchcraft I nave us'd;
Here comes the lady, let her witness it.

Enter Dksdbmona, Iaoo, and Attendants.
Duke. Ithiukthifltalewoold win my daughter

too.
Good Brabantio,

Take op this mangled matter at the best:
Men do their broken weapons rather use,
Than their bare hands.

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To yon, preferring yon before her flither.
So much i challenge that 1 may profess
Due to the Moor, my lord.

Brtu God be with yon I— I have dones-

Please it your grace, on to the state affairs ;
I had rather to adopt a child than get iL
Come hither. Moor:

1 here do give thee that with all my heart
Which, but thou hast already, with all my heart
I would keep from thee.— For your sake, jewel,
I am glad at soul I have no other child ;
For thy escape would teach me tyranny.
To hang clogs on them.— I have done, my lord.

J)ukt, Let me speak like yoorself ; and lay a
sentence,
Which, as a i^ise, or step, may help these lovers.
When remedietfiire past, the griefs are ended,
By seeingthe worst, which late on hopes depended.
To mourn a mischief that is past and gone
Is the next way to draw new mischief on.
Whst cannot lie preservM when fortune takes.
Patience her injury a mockery makes.
The robb'd that smiles steaU something from the

thief;
He robs himself that spends a bootless grief.

£r€u So let the Turk of Cyprus us beguile ;
We lose it not so long as we can smile.
He bears the sentence well that nothing bears
But the free comfort which from thence he hears *
But he bears both the sentence and the sorrow
That, to pay grief, must of poor patience borrow
These sentences, to sugar, or to gall.
Being strong on both sides, are equivocal :
But words are words ; I never yet did hear
That the bruis'd heart was pierced through the ear.
1 humbly ' beseech yon, proceed to the affiurs of
state.

Dvke, The Turk with a most mighty prepara-
tion makes for Cyprus ; — Othello, the fortitude oi
the place is best known to you : And though we
have there a substitute of most allowed sufficiency,
yet opinion, a more sovereign mistress of effects,
throws a more safer voice on you: you must ther&
fore be content to slubber the gloss of your new
fortunes with this more stubborn and l)oisterouf
expedition.

Oth, The tyrant custom, most graTe senators.
Hath made the flinty and steel couch of war
My thrice-dnven bed of down : I do agnize
A natural and prompt alacrity
I find in hardness ; and do undertake
These present wars against the Ottomites.
Most humbly therefore bending to your state,
I crave fit deposition for my wife;
Due re erence of place, and exhibition ;
With such accommodation, and besort.
As levels with her breeding.

Duke, Why} atheriather%

Bra, I will not have it so.

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Did I my soul and fortoncs oonsecrate.

80 that, dear lords, if I be left behind,

A moth of peace, and he go to the war,

The rights for whj I love him are beiw me,

And I a heavj interim shall support

By his dear absence: Let me go with him*

OtK Let her have your voice.
Vonoh with me, heaven, I therefore beg it not,
To please the palate of my appetite;
Nor to comply with heat the young affects.
In my defunct and proper satisfaction ;
But to be free and bounteous to her mind :
And heaven defend your good souls that you think
I will your serious and ereat business scant,
When she is with me : No, when light-wing'd toys
Of feathcr'd Cupid seel with wraton dulness
My speculative and offio*d instrHmient,
That my dis^rts corrupt and taint my business,
Let housewites make a skillet of my helm.
And all iiidign and base adversities
Make head against my estimation.

Duke, Be it as you shall privately determine,
Either for her stay or going ; the i^ir cries haste,
And speed must answer it.

Sen, You must away to-night.

0th. With all my heart

Duke. At nine i* the morning hero well meet
again.
Othello, leave some officer behind,
And be shall our commission bring to you;
And such ttungs else of quality and respeot
As doth import yoo.

0th, So please your grace, my aiKaent ;

A man he is of honesty and trust :
To his conveyance i assign my wife,
With what else needful your good grace shall think
To be sent after me.

Duke. Let it be so.

Gh>od night to every one. — And, noble signior.

If virtue no delighted beauty lack, P<* ^^•

Your son-in-law is far more fair than black.
ISen. Adieu, brave Moor! use Desdemona weU.
Bra. Look to her, Moor, if thou hast eyes to see;
She has deceived her father, and may thee.



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