Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1604 [c.1603-1604] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T50 Fleets, armies and generals: war by sea · 478 words
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I will do this, if you can bring it to any opportunity. I warrant thee. Meet me by and by at the Citadel. I must fetch his Necessaries a Shore. Farewell. Adieu. That Cassio loves her, I do well believe't: That she loves him, 'tis apt, and of great Credit. The Moor (how beit that I endure him not) Is of a constant, loving Noble Nature, And I dare think, he'll prove to Desdemona A most dear husband. Now I do love her too, Not out of absolute Lust, (though peradventure I stand accountant for as great a sin) But partly led to diet my Revenge, For that I do suspect the lusty Moor Hath leapt into my Seat. The thought whereof, Doth (like a poisonous Mineral) gnaw my Inwards: And nothing can, or shall content my Soul Till I am eeuened with him, wife, for wift. Or failing so, yet that I put the Moor, At least into a jelouzie so strong That judgement cannot cure. Which thing to do, If this poor Trash of Venice, whom I trace For his quick hunting, stand the putting on, I'll have our Michael Cassio on the hip, Abuse him to the Moor, in the right garb (For I fear Cassio with my Night-Cape too) Make the Moor thank me, love me, and reward me, For making him egregiously an Ass, And practising upon his peace, and quiet, Even to madness. 'Tis here: but yet confused, Knaveries plain face, is never seen, till used. It is Othello's pleasure, our Noble and Valiant General. That upon certain tidings now arrived, importing the mere perdition of the Turkish Fleet: every man put himself into Triumph. Some to dance, some to make Bonfires, each man, to what Sport and Revels his addition leads him. For besides these beneficial News, it is the Celebration of his Nuptial. So much was his pleasure should be proclaimed. All offices are open, & there is full liberty of Feasting from this present hour of five, till the Bell have told eleven. Bless the Isle of Cyprus, and our Noble General Othello. Good Michael, look you to the guard to night. Let's teach ourselves that Honourable stop, Not to out-sport discretion. Iago, hath direction what to do. But notwithstanding with my personal eye Will I look to't. Iago, is most honest: Michael, good-night. To morrow with your earliest, Let me have speech with you. Come my dear Love, The purchase made, the fruits are to ensue, That profit yet to come between me, and you. Good-night. Welcome Iago: we must to the Watch. Not this hour Lieutenant: 'tis not yet ten o' th' 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 Ioue.
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I will do this, if you can bring it to any opportunity. I warrant thee. Meete me by and by at the Cittadell. I muſt fetch his Neceſſaries a Shore. Farewell. Adieu. That Caſſio loues her, I do well beleeu't: That ſhe loues him, 'tis apt, and of great Credite. The Moore (how beit that I endure him not) Is of a conſtant, louing Noble Nature, And I dare thinke, he'le proue to Deſdemona A moſt deere husband. Now I do loue her too, Not out of abſolute Luſt, (though peraduenture I ſtand accomptant for as great a ſin) But partely led to dyet my Reuenge, For that I do ſuſpect the luſtie Moore Hath leap'd into my Seate. The thought whereof, Doth (like a poyſonous Minerall) gnaw my Inwardes: And nothing can, or ſhall content my Soule Till I am eeuen'd with him, wife, for wift. Or fayling ſo, yet that I put the Moore, At leaſt into a Ielouzie ſo ſtrong That iudgement cannot cure. Which thing to do, If this poore Traſh of Venice, whom I trace For his quicke hunting, ſtand the putting on, Ile haue our Michael Caſſio on the hip, Abuſe him to the Moore, in the right garbe (For I feare Caſſio with my Night-Cape too) Make the Moore thanke me, loue me, and reward me, Fo making him egregiouſly an Aſſe, And practiſing vpon his peace, and quiet, Euen to madneſſe. 'Tis heere: but yet confus'd, Knaueries plaine face, is neuer ſeene, till vs'd. It is Othello's pleaſure, our Noble and Valiant Generall. That vpon certaine tydings now arriu'd, importing the meere perdition of the Turkiſh Fleete: euery man put himſelfe into Triumph. Some to daunce, ſome to make Bonfires, each man, to what Sport and Reuels his addition leads him. For beſides theſe beneficiall Newes, it is the Celebration of his Nuptiall. So much was his pleaſure ſhould be proclaimed. All offices are open, & there is full libertie of Feaſting from this preſent houre of fiue, till the Bell haue told eleuen. Bleſſe the Iſle of Cyprus, and our Noble Generall Othello. Good Michael, looke you to the guard to night. Let's teach our ſelues that Honourable ſtop, Not to out-ſport diſcretion. Iago, hath direction what to do. But notwithſtanding with my perſonall eye Will I looke to't. Iago, is moſt honeſt: Michael, goodnight. To morrow with your earlieſt, Let me haue ſpeech with you. Come my deere Loue, The purchaſe made, the fruites are to enſue, That profit's yet to come 'tweene me, and you. Goodnight. Welcome Iago: we muſt to the Watch. Not this houre Lieutenant: 'tis not yet ten o' th' clocke. Our Generall caſt vs thus earely for the loue of his Deſdemona: Who, let vs not therefore blame; he hath not yet made wanton the night with her: and ſhe is ſport for Ioue.