After Misfortune Once Again Disturbs Silas s Quiet and His Gold Is Stolen

Othello Translation Act 1, Scene three

Enter Duke, SENATORS, and OFFICERS

DUKE

There'due south no composition in this news That gives them credit.

Knuckles

This news is so inconsistent that information technology doesn't have whatever credibility.

FIRST SENATOR

Indeed, they are disproportioned. My messages say a hundred and vii galleys.

FIRST SENATOR

Indeed, information technology is inconsistent. My messages say a hundred and vii ships.

Duke

And mine a hundred and 40.

DUKE

And my letters say a hundred and forty.

SECOND SENATOR

And mine, 2 hundred. Simply though they jump not on a just account— As in these cases, where the aim reports 'Tis oft with difference—yet do they all confirm A Turkish fleet, and bearing up to Cyprus.

SECOND SENATOR

And mine say two hundred. Simply, although our messages do non concord on the exact number, that'due south often the case with estimates. And all the reports confirm that at that place is a Turkish fleet heading toward Republic of cyprus.

Knuckles

Nay, it is possible enough to judgment. I do non so secure me in the error, Simply the chief commodity I practice approve In fearful sense.

Duke

Indeed, that'due south clear to see. I am non at ease with the discrepancy in the reports, but I understand the general thought of all of them, and it makes me worried.

Crewman

[within] What, ho, what, ho, what, ho!

Sailor

[Offstage] Hey! Hey!

Officeholder

A messenger from the galleys.

OFFICER

It's a messenger from the ship.

Knuckles

Now, what's the business organisation?

SAILOR

The Turkish preparation makes for Rhodes, And so was I bid study here to the state By Signior Angelo.

SAILOR

The Turkish forces are heading for Rhodes. Sir Angelo ordered me to bring this news here to the metropolis government.

DUKE

How say you past this change?

Duke

What practice yous think of this change?

Starting time SENATOR

This cannot be, By no assay of reason. 'Tis a pageant, To keep us in false gaze. When we consider Th' importancy of Cyprus to the Turk, And let ourselves once more simply sympathise That every bit it more concerns the Turk than Rhodes And then may he with more facile question bear it, For that information technology stands not in such warlike brace Merely altogether lacks th' abilities That Rhodes is dressed in. If we make thought of this We must not think the Turk is then unskillful To leave that latest which concerns him offset, Neglecting an attempt of ease and gain To wake and wage a danger profitless.

FIRST SENATOR

This tin't be true. It makes no sense. It must be a play a trick on, to describe our attending in the wrong direction. Think about how important Cyprus is to the Turks, and think how much more the Turks care about Cyprus than Rhodes. And also consider that they tin can take over Cyprus more hands than Rhodes, since it doesn't have the same war machine defenses that Rhodes has. Because all this, we cannot remember that the Turks would exist so foolish as to get out Cyprus for afterward when information technology would be easiest to take offset. They wouldn't fail an like shooting fish in a barrel, profitable mission to undertake a dangerous ane that wouldn't do good them as much.

Knuckles

Nay, in all confidence, he's not for Rhodes.

Knuckles

I concord completely. The Turks cannot be headed for Rhodes.

Officer

Here is more than news.

OFFICER

Here comes more news.

MESSENGER

The Ottomites, reverend and gracious, Steering with due course toward the isle of Rhodes, Have at that place injointed them with an later fleet.

MESSENGER

Your Honour, the Ottomites have steered their fleet of ships toward the island of Rhodes, and added a second fleet to that one.

FIRST SENATOR

Ay, so I idea. How many, as you judge?

Offset SENATOR

But equally I idea. How many of them exercise you think are there?

MESSENGER

Of thirty sail. And now they do re-stem Their backward course, bearing with frank appearance Their purposes toward Republic of cyprus. Signior Montano, Your trusty and almost valiant servitor, With his gratis duty recommends you thus, And prays you to believe him.

MESSENGER

Thirty ships. And now they are retracing their course backwards, clearly sailing towards Cyprus. Sir Montano, your trusty and bravest servant, has sent me to bring you this news, and he prays you will believe him.

DUKE

'Tis certain then for Cyprus. Marcus Luccicos, is not he in town?

Duke

Then information technology's certain that they are going for Cyprus. Is Marcus Luccicos not in boondocks?

FIRST SENATOR

He's now in Florence.

Start SENATOR

He's in Florence now.

Knuckles

Write from us to him. Post-postal service-haste, dispatch.

DUKE

Write him a letter from us. Right away, hurry now.

FIRST SENATOR

Here comes Brabantio and the valiant Moor.

FIRST SENATOR

Here comes Brabantio and the dauntless Moor.

Enter BRABANTIO, OTHELLO, CASSIO, IAGO, RODERIGO, and officers

Knuckles

Valiant Othello, we must straight apply you Against the general enemy Ottoman— [to BRABANTIO] I did not see you. Welcome, gentle signior. We lacked your counsel and your help tonight.

DUKE

Brave Othello, we must send yous immediately to go fight against the Ottoman forces, enemy to us all.

[To BRABANTIO]  I didn't run across you. Welcome, noble sir. Nosotros missed your advice and help tonight.

BRABANTIO

So did I yours. Good your grace, pardon me. Neither my identify nor cypher I heard of business Hath raised me from my bed, nor doth the general care Have hold on me, for my particular grief Is of and so flood-gate and o'erbearing nature That it engluts and swallows other sorrows And it is notwithstanding itself.

BRABANTIO

And I missed your assist, also. Your Grace, pardon me. It is neither my official position nor anything I heard about business concern that has gotten me out of bed. And it is not the full general problem of war that brought me here. Rather, my own particular problem is and then great that it is overwhelming, and takes precedence over other problems.

Duke

Why, what's the matter?

DUKE

Why? What'due south the matter?

BRABANTIO

My daughter! Oh, my daughter!

BRABANTIO

My girl! Oh, my daughter!

BRABANTIO

Ay, to me. She is abused, stol'n from me, and corrupted Past spells and medicines bought of mountebanks. For nature then prepost'rously to err, Being non scarce, bullheaded, or lame of sense, Sans witchcraft could not.

BRABANTIO

She'due south dead to me. She has been driveling, stolen from me, and corrupted by spells and potions bought from charlatans. For Desdemona is neither defective in common sense, nor bullheaded to information technology.  She could not make such a mistake naturally, without some kind of witchcraft.

DUKE

Whoe'er he be that in this foul proceeding Hath thus beguiled your girl of herself And you of her, the bloody book of law You shall yourself read in the biting alphabetic character, After your own sense, yea, though our proper son Stood in your action.

Duke

Whoever he is that has tricked your daughter in this foul way and robbed you of her, you will get to punish him according  any your ain interpretation is of the constabulary books, which accept the ability of the death sentence. Yes, even if it turns out to be my own son who is the perpetrator.

BRABANTIO

Humbly I thank your grace. Hither is the human, this Moor, whom at present it seems, Your special mandate for the land affairs Hath hither brought.

BRABANTIO

I humbly thank you, your Grace. Here is the culprit: this Moor, who information technology seems your orders accept brought hither for country business organization.

ALL

We are very sorry for't.

ALL

We are very sorry to hear this.

Knuckles

[to OTHELLO] What, in your ain office, can yous say to this?

Knuckles

[To OTHELLO] What can y'all say about this on your own behalf?

BRABANTIO

Cipher, but this is and then.

BRABANTIO

At that place's naught he tin say, except that what I've said is true.

OTHELLO

Most potent, grave, and reverend signiors, My very noble and canonical good masters, That I have ta'en away this one-time homo's daughter, It is near truthful. True, I have married her. The very head and front of my offending Hath this extent, no more. Rude am I in my spoken communication, And little blest with the soft phrase of peace, For since these arms of mine had seven years' pith Till now some ix moons wasted, they have used Their honey action in the tented field, And little of this swell world tin can I speak, More than than pertains to feats of broils and battle, And therefore little shall I grace my cause In speaking for myself. Yet, by your gracious patience, I will a circular unvarnished tale deliver Of my whole course of love. What drugs, what charms, What conjuration and what mighty magic— For such proceeding I am charged yet— I won his daughter.

OTHELLO

Most powerful, serious, and honorable sirs—my very noble masters who take proved to be adept to me—I tell you information technology is absolutely true that I take taken away this old man's daughter. It is truthful that I accept married her. But this is the extent of my criminal offence—no more than. I am not good with words, and oasis't been blest with the skill of peaceful spoken language. My skill is in war: from the time I was seven-years-sometime to merely nine months agone, I have used the force of my arms on the battleground. I cannot speak about much in this nifty big world likewise wartime deeds and boxing. Therefore, I probably won't assist my case much past speaking for myself. Nevertheless, if you volition be patient, I will tell you lot the whole straightforward story of my love with Desdemona, and won't embellish it at all. I will tell you what sort of spells, what kind of powerful magic, what drugs, and what charms I accept used to win this man's daughter—since that is the accusation.

BRABANTIO

A maiden never bold, Of spirit then all the same and tranquillity that her motility Blushed at herself. And she, in spite of nature, Of years, of land, credit, everything, To fall in dear with what she feared to look on? It is a judgment maimed and most imperfect That volition 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, conjured to this effect, He wrought upon her.

BRABANTIO

My daughter is a young girl who has never been assuming. She is so however and placidity and naturally inclined to blushing. Is it possible that she, in spite of her nature, in spite of her young historic period, in spite of her nationality, in spite of her reputation—in spite of everything—would autumn in love with something she feared to even expect at? It would exist a foolish misjudgment to think that my perfect girl could brand such a fault, contrary to all rules of nature. We must detect out what cunning evil plots have brought this nearly. Therefore I say once again that he has used some potion on her that affects the blood, or some drug magically enchanted for his purpose.

Knuckles

To vouch this is no proof, Without more wider and more overt examination Than these thin habits and poor likelihoods Of modern seeming practice prefer against him.

Knuckles

You say this, but you lot accept no proof. Y'all have no articulate evidence across your sparse accusations and poor guesses based on his advent.

FIRST SENATOR

Just, Othello, speak. Did you by indirect and forcèd courses Subdue and poison this young maid's affections? Or came it past request and such fair question As soul to soul affordeth?

FIRST SENATOR

Speak up, Othello. Did you subdue and poisonous substance this young daughter by trickery and force? Or did the marriage come about voluntarily, as ii souls are accustomed to come together?

OTHELLO

I exercise beseech you lot, Send for the lady to the Sagittary, And let her speak of me before her male parent. If you do find me foul in her written report The trust, the function I do agree of you, Not merely take away, simply permit your sentence Fifty-fifty fall upon my life.

OTHELLO

I beg you, transport someone to get Desdemona from the Sagittary Inn, and allow her talk nigh me in front of her father. If she speaks badly of me, then you can take away my official position, lose all your trust in me, and even judgement me to expiry.

Knuckles

Fetch Desdemona hither.

DUKE

Bring Desdemona here.

OTHELLO

Ancient, comport them. You best know the place.

OTHELLO

Flag-bearer, lead them to her. You know the place where she is the best.

Exeunt IAGO and attendants

And till she come, as truly as to heaven I do confess the vices of my blood Then justly to your grave ears I'll present How I did thrive in this fair lady'south honey And she in mine.

And until she comes, I'll tell you the story of how Desdemona and I fell in love as truthfully as I confess my sins to God.

DUKE

Become ahead and speak, Othello.

OTHELLO

Her father loved me, oft invited me, Still questioned me the story of my life From twelvemonth to year, the battles, sieges, fortunes, That I take passed. I ran it through, even from my boyish days, To th' very moment that he bade me tell information technology, Wherein I spoke of most disastrous chances, Of moving accidents by alluvion and field, Of hair-latitude 'scapes i' thursday' imminent mortiferous alienation, Of beingness taken by the insolent foe And sold to slavery, of my redemption thence And portance in my traveler'due south history. Wherein of antres vast and deserts idle, Rough quarries, rocks, hills whose heads touch heaven It was my hint to speak—such was my process— And of the Cannibals that each others eat, The Anthropophagi, and men whose heads Grew below their shoulders. These things to hear Would Desdemona seriously incline. Simply withal the house affairs would draw her hence, Which ever as she could with haste acceleration, She'd come again, and with a greedy ear Devour upwardly my discourse, which I, observing, Took once a pliant hour and found practiced ways To draw from her a prayer of hostage eye That I would all my pilgrimage amplify, Whereof by parcels she had something heard Merely not intentively. I did consent, And oftentimes did beguile her of her tears When I did speak of some distressful stroke That my youth suffered. My story being washed She gave me for my pains a world of sighs. She swore, in faith, 'twas foreign, 'twas passing strange, 'Twas pitiful, 'twas wondrous pitiful. She wished she had not heard it, yet she wished That heaven had made her such a human. She thanked me And bade me, if I had a friend that loved her, I should merely teach him how to tell my story And that would woo her. Upon this hint I spake. She loved me for the dangers I had passed, And I loved her that she did pity them. This only is the witchcraft I take used. Hither comes the lady. Allow her witness it.

OTHELLO

Her father loved me and often invited me to his house, where he would inquire about the story of my life, about the battles and sieges I've fought in, and the good and bad fortune I've had. I told him everything, even from when I was a boy, and spoke about disastrous turns of events, moving events on state and on sea, and about times I barely escaped imminent death by a hair's breadth. I told him about how I was taken prisoner by my enemy and sold into slavery, about how I was ransomed back and how I traveled around through vast caverns and empty deserts, through rough, rocky quarries and hills so high they touch heaven itself. I told him nearly the cannibals that eat other humans, called the Anthropophagi, and about foreign men whose heads grow beneath their shoulders. Desdemona was always fascinated past these stories, but household chores would call her away. She did her chores quickly so she could come back and listen voraciously to my stories again. When I had some spare fourth dimension, she asked me to expand on the story of my travels and fill her in on what she had just heard parts of. I agreed, and my tales oft brought her to tears. When I finished my stories, she would sigh. She would e'er say things like, "That was strange, very strange," or "That was sorry, then pitiful." She wished she hadn't heard the moving stories, simply likewise wished that God had fabricated her that kind of a man. She thanked me and told me that if I knew anyone who loved her, all he would take to do to woo her was to tell her my stories. Picking up on her hint, I spoke to her. She loved me for the dangers I had endured, and I loved her considering she pitied me for having endured them. This is the only witchcraft I have used. Here comes the woman herself. Let her testify.

Enter DESDEMONA, IAGO, and attendants

Knuckles

I recall this tale would win my daughter as well. Good Brabantio. Take up this mangled affair at the best. Men do their broken weapons rather use Than their blank hands.

DUKE

I think such a story would win over my daughter, besides. Good Brabantio, effort to brand the best of a bad situation. As they say, a broken weapon is better than none at all.

BRABANTIO

I pray you, hear her speak. If she confess that she was half the wooer, Destruction on my head if my bad blame Lite on the human being.— Come hither, gentle mistress. Practice yous perceive in all this noble company Where near you owe obedience?

BRABANTIO

Please, hear her speak. If she admits that she flirted back, then I will no longer identify all the arraign on Othello. Come here, sweet girl. Practice you lot run into to whom, out of everyone here, you lot should be most obedient?

DESDEMONA

My noble father, I exercise perceive here a divided duty. To you I am bound for life and education. My life and education both do larn me How to respect you. Yous are the lord of duty. I am hitherto your daughter. But hither's my husband. And so much duty every bit my mother showed To you, preferring you before her father, So much I challenge that I may profess Due to the Moor my lord.

DESDEMONA

My noble male parent, I feel that my loyalty is divided. I owe you for my very life and my upbringing. And because of this I respect you.  I have a duty to you, as I am your daughter. But here is my husband. And as my mother showed duty to you, prioritizing you above her own father, so must I show duty to my hubby, the Moor.

BRABANTIO

God be with yous. I have done. Please it your grace, on to the state affairs. I had rather to adopt a child than become it.— Come here, Moor. I hither do give thee that with all my heart Which, simply 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.

BRABANTIO

God be with you. I'thousand finished with my business. If you delight, your Grace, you can move on to the state affairs. I'd rather adopt a child than father my own. Come up here, Moor. I at present requite you with all my heart my daughter, whom I'd keep from you lot with all my heart if you didn't already accept her. For your sake, precious Desdemona, I am glad that I don't have another daughter. For what y'all have done would brand me a tyrannical parent, and I'd lock her up like a prisoner.

[To the DUKE]  I'm done with my business, my lord.

Duke

Let me speak like yourself and lay a judgement Which, as a grise or stride, may assist these lovers Into your favor. When remedies are past, the griefs are concluded By seeing the worst, which late on hopes depended. To mourn a mischief that is past and gone Is the next way to depict new mischief on. What cannot exist preserved when fortune takes, Patience her injury a mock'ry makes. The robbed that smiles steals something from the thief, He robs himself that spends a bootless grief.

Duke

Let me speak, as yous have, and offer some proverbs that may help you lot to exist happier with these two lovers. When there'south zip you tin exercise to fix a situation, there'due south no use crying almost it anymore, because you lot've already survived seeing the worst result of your onetime hopes. To be sad after something bad happens only makes it worse. When fortune takes something away from you, you make a mockery of your problem by being patient. If you've been robbed, it'southward better to smile and accept abroad the thief's pleasance of making you upset than to grieve about information technology, and rob yourself even further of skillful cheer.

BRABANTIO

So permit the Turk of Cyprus the states betray, We lose it non, then long every bit we tin smile. He bears the judgement well that nothing bears Merely the complimentary comfort which from thence he hears. Merely he bears both the sentence and the sorrow That, to pay grief, must of poor patience borrow. These sentences to saccharide or to gall, Beingness strong on both sides, are equivocal. But words are words. I never notwithstanding did hear That the bruised heart was piercèd through the ears. I humbly beseech you, proceed to th' affairs of state.

BRABANTIO

If that's true, then let the Turks accept Republic of cyprus from us, and nosotros'll be fine every bit long equally we smile. It'south easy to utilize a proverb when yous're not the one suffering a loss, and not so easy when you lot're the ane suffering grief. These sayings hateful goose egg. I've never heard of a time someone'south cleaved heart was made better by words. I humbly beg y'all to motility on to the state business.

DUKE

The Turk with a nearly mighty preparation makes for Cyprus. Othello, the fortitude of the place is best known to you lot, and though we have there a substitute of most allowed sufficiency, yet opinion, a sovereign mistress of effects, throws a more safer voice on you. You must therefore be content to slubber the gloss of your new fortunes with this more stubborn and boist'rous expedition.

DUKE

The Turks are heading for Republic of cyprus with a strong fleet. Othello, yous know the strengths of the identify the best. And although we have someone stationed there who is very skilled, anybody seems to recall that you would be better in that position. So, yous must tinge the happiness of your recent marriage with this difficult mission.

OTHELLO

The tyrant custom, most grave senators, Hath fabricated the flinty and steel couch of war My thrice-driven bed of down. I practice 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 require fit disposition for my wife. Due reference of identify and exhibition, With such accommodation and besort As levels with her breeding.

OTHELLO

Honorable senators, I'g and then used to the difficult, brutal state of war that it'southward equally comfortable to me as a soft down bed. I am naturally eager to take on difficult challenges, and I volition undertake this mission against the Ottomites. As I am obeying you, I humbly ask for appropriate arrangements for my wife. She should take a place to alive that is worthy of her nobility, equally well every bit suitable visitor.

DUKE

Why, at her father's.

Duke

She tin can have all this at her father's house.

BRABANTIO

I'll non have it and then.

BRABANTIO

I won't permit it.

DESDEMONA

Nor would I there reside, To put my father in impatient thoughts By being in his eye. Well-nigh gracious Duke, To my unfolding lend your prosperous ear And let me find a charter in your phonation, T' assist my simpleness.

DESDEMONA

And I wouldn't desire to stay at my father's house, either, as my presence would irritate him. Most gracious Duke, listen to my proposal, and delight voice your support for my uncomplicated idea.

DUKE

What would y'all, Desdemona?

Duke

What is your thought, Desdemona?

DESDEMONA

That I did love the Moor to live with him, My downright violence and storm of fortunes May trumpet to the world. My middle'south subdued Fifty-fifty to the very quality of my lord. I saw Othello'south visage in his listen, And to his honors and his valiant parts Did I my soul and fortunes consecrate. Then that, love lords, if I be left backside A moth of peace and he go to the war, The rites for which I honey him are bereft me, And I a heavy acting shall support By his dear absence. Let me get with him.

DESDEMONA

The quickness and boldness with which I have taken control of my futurity conspicuously show that I married the Moor and then that I could live with him. My heart is completely under his control. I saw Othello's truthful nature in his mind, and dedicated my soul and all my fortune to his award and bravery. So, my dearest lords, if I am left behind while he goes off to war, I will exist deprived of seeing the very things I married him for. And I will have a horrible time hither without him. Permit me go with him.

OTHELLO

Allow her accept your vocalisation. Vouch with me, heaven, I therefore beg information technology not To delight 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 heed, And heaven defend your proficient souls, that you lot retrieve I will your serious and great business scant When she is with me. No, when low-cal-winged toys Of feathered Cupid seel with wanton dullness My speculative and officed instrument, That my disports decadent and taint my business, Allow housewives make a skillet of my helm And all indign and base adversities Make head against my estimation.

OTHELLO

Give your support to her idea. I swear past sky that I am asking for her to come with me not to satisfy my appetite or fulfill hot urges, since those feelings of youth are defunct in me. I am asking in society to exist liberal and open to her ideas. And if any of you think that I volition be distracted from my serious and slap-up business organization there if she is with me, may sky protect your souls, for yous are incorrect. If winged Cupid should e'er stitch shut my optics and bullheaded me and then that I am more concerned with my pleasures than with business, let housewives utilise my helmet as a skillet and let my reputation be completely ruined.

DUKE

Exist it equally you shall privately determine, Either for her stay or going. Th' affair cries haste And speed must answer information technology.

Duke

As to whether she will stay or go, it shall exist as you make up one's mind privately. But this business organisation is urgent, and we must act quickly.

Beginning SENATOR

Y'all must abroad tonight.

First SENATOR

You must depart tonight.

OTHELLO

With all my heart.

OTHELLO

With all my heart, I volition.

Knuckles

At ix i' th' morning here we'll meet again. Othello, leave some officer behind And he shall our commission bring to you, And such things else of quality and respect As doth import y'all.

Duke

The rest of us volition come across here once more at nine in the morn. Othello, leave an officer behind here, and afterward he can bring yous our instructions, and anything else you feel you need.

OTHELLO

So please your grace, my aboriginal. 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.

OTHELLO

If y'all don't mind, I'll exit my flag-bearer behind for the task. He is an honest, trustworthy man, and I'll let him bring my wife to Cyprus, along with whatsoever else your good grace thinks I might need.

Duke

Let it be so. Practiced dark to every i.— [to BRABANTIO] And, noble signior, If virtue no delighted beauty lack, Your son-in-law is far more fair than blackness.

DUKE

Let information technology be and so. Good night to everyone.

[To BRABANTIO] And, noble sir, if virtue is a beautiful thing, and then your son-in-law is much more fair than he is black.

FIRST SENATOR

Adieu, brave Moor. Apply Desdemona well.

Offset SENATOR

Farewell, brave Moor. Exist good to Desdemona.

BRABANTIO

Expect to her, Moor, if yard hast eyes to see. She has deceived her father, and may thee.

BRABANTIO

Wait out, Moor, and keep an eye on her. She has deceived her father, and may deceive you.

Exeunt DUKE, BRABANTIO, CASSIO, SENATORS, and officers

OTHELLO

My life upon her religion!—Honest Iago, My Desdemona must I get out to thee. I prithee, allow thy wife nourish on her, And bring them after in the best advantage. Come, Desdemona, I accept but an hour Of honey, of worldly matter and direction, To spend with thee. We must obey the time.

OTHELLO

I would bet my life on her honesty! Honest Iago, I must exit Desdemona with y'all. Delight, have your wife look after her, and bring them along later me when you lot get the chance. Come with me, Desdemona. I take only an hr to spend with yous in love, and to teach y'all some worldly things. We can't exist late.

Exeunt OTHELLO and DESDEMONA

IAGO

What say'st g, noble heart?

IAGO

What is it, noble man?

RODERIGO

What will I do, call up'st k?

RODERIGO

What practise you call up I should do?

IAGO

Why, go to bed, and sleep.

IAGO

Well, go to bed and slumber.

RODERIGO

I volition incontinently drown myself.

RODERIGO

I will drown myself right now.

IAGO

If thou dost I shall never dearest thee after. Why, thou silly gentleman!

IAGO

If you lot do that, I'll never honey you again. Why would you exercise such a thing, you silly gentleman?

RODERIGO

It is silliness to alive when to live is torment, and and so have we a prescription to dice when death is our physician.

RODERIGO

It is silliness to alive when life is torture? When death is the merely remedy, then the best prescription is to die.

IAGO

Oh, villainous! I have looked upon the earth for four times seven years, and since I could distinguish betwixt a do good and an injury I never found man that knew how to love himself. Ere I would say I would drown myself for the dear of a guinea hen, I would alter my humanity with a baboon.

IAGO

Oh, please! I've been around for 20-viii years, and e'er since I've known the difference between a good thing and a bad thing, I've never yet plant a homo who knew what was practiced for him. I'd merchandise in my humanity to become a baboon earlier I'd ever say that I'd drown myself for the love of some hen.

RODERIGO

What should I practice? I confess it is my shame to exist then fond, but it is non in my virtue to amend it.

RODERIGO

What should I practise? I admit it's embarrassing to be and so in honey, but I tin can't aid it.

IAGO

Virtue? A fig! 'Tis in ourselves that we are thus or thus. Our bodies are our gardens, to the which our wills are gardeners. And so that if we will establish nettles or sow lettuce, prepare hyssop and weed upward thyme, supply it with one gender of herbs or distract it with many—either to take it sterile with idleness, or manured with industry—why, the ability and corrigible potency of this lies in our wills. If the balance of our lives had not ane scale of reason to poise another of sensuality, the blood and baseness of our natures would conduct us to virtually prepost'rous conclusions. Just we have reason to cool our raging motions, our lecherous stings, our unbitted lusts. Whereof I take this that you call honey to exist a sect or scion.

IAGO

You can't assistance it? A lie! Information technology's all upward to you lot. Our bodies are like gardens, and our willpower is the gardener. We can have all sorts of different plants in the garden, but whether they grow well or not is upwardly to our will. If we didn't take an ounce of reason to counterbalance our passions, our base urges would make us ridiculous. But we have rationality to cool our raging emotions, carnal desires, and uncontrollable animalism. And what you call love is just an offshoot of this kind of lust.

RODERIGO

That tin can't be true.

IAGO

It is simply a lust of the claret and a permission of the will. Come, be a man. Drown thyself? Drown cats and blind puppies! I have professed me thy friend, and I confess me knit to thy deserving with cables of perdurable toughness. I could never better stead thee than at present. Put money in thy bag. Follow 1000 the wars, defeat thy favor with an usurped beard. I say, put money in thy purse. It cannot be long that Desdemona should continue her love to the Moor—put money in thy pocketbook—nor he his to her. It was a vehement commencement in her, and thou shalt encounter an answerable sequestration—put but coin in thy bag. These Moors are child-bearing in their wills—make full thy purse with money. The food that to him now is as luscious equally locusts shall exist to him shortly as biting equally coloquintida. She must change for youth. When she is sated with his body she volition notice the errors of her pick. Therefore, put coin in thy purse. If thou wilt needs damn thyself, do it a more frail fashion than drowning. Brand all the coin 1000 canst. If sanctimony and a frail vow betwixt an erring barbarian and supersubtle Venetian be non likewise hard for my wits and all the tribe of hell, chiliad shalt savour her. Therefore brand money. A pox of drowning thyself! 'Tis clean out of the fashion. Seek thou rather to exist hanged in compassing thy joy than to be drowned and go without her.

IAGO

It'southward just lust, and your volition is letting it command you. Come on, be a man. Drown yourself? Drown cats and blind puppies instead! I have told you that I am your friend, and our bond is potent. I am being a skilful friend to you correct now. Sell some things to put money in your wallet. Desdemona can't stay in love with the Moor for long—get money in your wallet—and he tin't stay in love with her. It was such a sudden matrimony, and yous'll come across an equally quick separation. Put money in your wallet. He at present finds her sweet, simply earlier long he'll recall she's bitter. She'll want to exchange him for a younger human being. Once she's had her fill up of his body, she'll realize the errors of her decision. So put money in your wallet. If you absolutely must kill yourself, do it a better way than drowning. Gather all the coin you can. If a footling marriage vow between a wandering barbarian and a gentle Venetian isn't too much for my clever wits, you'll have her soon. Then sell your things for some money! To hell with drowning yourself! That's a ridiculous thought. It would be better to become hanged for committing a law-breaking in an attempt to win her than to drown for existence without her.

RODERIGO

Wilt one thousand be fast to my hopes, if I depend on the issue?

RODERIGO

Will you be loyal to me, if I demand your help?

IAGO

G art sure of me. Go, brand money. I accept told thee often, and I re-tell thee again and once again, I detest the Moor. My cause is hearted. Thine hath no less reason. Allow usa exist conjunctive in our revenge against him. If yard canst cuckold him, m dost thyself a pleasure, me a sport. At that place are many events in the womb of time which will be delivered. Traverse, go, provide thy money. We will have more of this tomorrow. Adieu.

IAGO

You can rely on me. Become, get some money. I've said it before, and I'll say it over again and once again: I hate the Moor. My objective is set in my eye. And you are equally determined in yours. Allow's work together to get our revenge on him. If you lot tin can get Desdemona to cheat on him with you, you lot'd become some pleasance and I'd get some amusement. There'south withal much that may happen. Now go, get and scrounge upwards your money. We tin can discuss this further tomorrow. Bye.

RODERIGO

Where shall nosotros meet i' th' morning time?

RODERIGO

Where will nosotros meet in the forenoon?

RODERIGO

I'll be with thee betimes.

RODERIGO

I'll encounter you lot there early on.

IAGO

Become to, bye. Do you hear, Roderigo?

IAGO

Continue, at present. Bye. At present are yous listening to me?

IAGO

No more than of drowning, do you hear?

IAGO

No more than of this drowning nonsense, you hear?

RODERIGO

I've changed my listen about that.

IAGO

Go to, farewell. Put money plenty in your purse.

IAGO

Then go, adieu. Get enough coin together in your wallet.

RODERIGO

I'll sell all my land.

RODERIGO

I'll sell all my land.

IAGO

Thus do I always make my fool my bag. For I mine own gained knowledge should profane If I would time expend with such a snipe But for my sport and turn a profit. I hate the Moor, And it is thought abroad that 'twixt my sheets He has washed my part. I know not if 't exist true, Only I, for mere suspicion in that kind, Volition practise as if for surety. He holds me well. The ameliorate shall my purpose work on him. Cassio'southward a proper man. Permit me meet now, To get his place and to plume upward my will In double knavery. How? How? Let's run across. Afterwards some fourth dimension, to corruption Othello's ear That he is too familiar with his wife. He hath a person and a smooth dispose To be suspected, framed to make women fake. The Moor is of a free and open up nature That thinks men honest that but seem to exist so, And volition as tenderly exist led by th' nose As asses are. I have 't. It is engendered! Hell and night Must bring this monstrous birth to the world's light.

IAGO

Thus I make this fool into my banking concern account. I'd exist wasting my cleverness if I spent time with such an idiot without getting some amusement and money out of it. I hate the Moor, and in that location'due south a rumor going around that he's slept with my wife. I don't know if this is truthful, but even just on suspicion, I'll think of it similar a certain thing. He holds me in high esteem. This volition be even better for my plan. Cassio is an attractive fellow. Let me call back now: how tin can I go his place as lieutenant and raise up my ain status through trickery? How? How? Let's run into. In a piddling while, I can lie to Othello, telling him that Cassio is getting too close with Desdemona. Cassio has the proficient looks and smooth manners to be suspected of such a thing. He looks like he could get a woman to cheat on her husband. The Moor is gullible and trusting. He thinks men are honest when they only appear to be. I can lead him around like a donkey. That's it. I've laid the seeds of my plan, and it will come to fruition with the help of Hell.

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