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The Complete Works of William Shakespeare - Israel Gollancz William Shakespeare [873]

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DESDEMONA.

O most lame and impotent conclusion! Do not learn of him,

Emilia, though he be thy husband. How say you, Cassio? Is he not

a most profane and liberal counselor?

CASSIO.

He speaks home, madam. You may relish him more in the

soldier than in the scholar.

IAGO.

[Aside.] He takes her by the palm; ay, well said, whisper.

With as little a web as this will I ensnare as great a fly as

Cassio. Ay, smile upon her, do; I will gyve thee in thine own

courtship. You say true; 'tis so, indeed. If such tricks as these

strip you out of your lieutenantry, it had been better you had

not kissed your three fingers so oft, which now again you are

most apt to play the sir in. Very good. Well kissed! an excellent

courtesy! 'tis so, indeed. Yet again your fingers to your lips?

Would they were clyster-pipes for your sake! [Trumpet

within.]

The Moor! I know his trumpet.

CASSIO.

'Tis truly so.

DESDEMONA.

Let's meet him and receive him.

CASSIO.

Lo, where he comes!

Enter Othello and Attendants.

OTHELLO. O my fair warrior!

DESDEMONA.

My dear Othello!

OTHELLO.

It gives me wonder great as my content

To see you here before me. O my soul's joy!

If after every tempest come such calms,

May the winds blow till they have waken'd death!

And let the laboring bark climb hills of seas

Olympus-high, and duck again as low

As hell's from heaven! If it were now to die,

'Twere now to be most happy; for I fear

My soul hath her content so absolute

That not another comfort like to this

Succeeds in unknown fate.

DESDEMONA.

The heavens forbid

But that our loves and comforts should increase,

Even as our days do grow!

OTHELLO.

Amen to that, sweet powers!

I cannot speak enough of this content;

It stops me here; it is too much of joy.

And this, and this, the greatest discords be Kisses her.

That e'er our hearts shall make!

IAGO.

[Aside.] O, you are well tuned now!

But I'll set down the pegs that make this music,

As honest as I am.

OTHELLO.

Come, let us to the castle.

News, friends: our wars are done, the Turks are drown'd.

How does my old acquaintance of this isle?

Honey, you shall be well desired in Cyprus;

I have found great love amongst them. O my sweet,

I prattle out of fashion, and I dote

In mine own comforts. I prithee, good Iago,

Go to the bay and disembark my coffers.

Bring thou the master to the citadel;

He is a good one, and his worthiness

Does challenge much respect. Come, Desdemona,

Once more well met at Cyprus.

Exeunt all but Iago and Roderigo.

IAGO.

Do thou meet me presently at the harbor. Come hither. If thou

be'st valiant- as they say base men being in love have then a

nobility in their natures more than is native to them- list me.

The lieutenant tonight watches on the court of guard. First,

I

must tell thee this: Desdemona is directly in love with him.

RODERIGO.

With him? Why, 'tis not possible.

IAGO.

Lay thy finger thus, and let thy soul be instructed. Mark me

with what violence she first loved the Moor, but for bragging and

telling her fantastical lies. And will she love him still for

prating? Let not thy discreet heart think it. Her eye must be

fed; and what delight shall she have to look on the devil?

When

the blood is made dull with the act of sport, there should be,

again to inflame it and to give satiety a fresh appetite,

loveliness in favor, sympathy in years, manners, and

beauties-

all which the Moor is defective in. Now, for want of these

required conveniences, her delicate tenderness will find itself

abused, begin to heave the gorge, disrelish and abhor the

Moor;

very nature will instruct her in it and compel her to some second

choice. Now sir, this granted- as it is a most pregnant and

unforced position- who stands so eminently in the degree of this

fortune as Cassio does? A knave very voluble; no further

conscionable than in putting on the mere form of civil and humane

seeming, for the better compass of his salt and most hidden loose

affection? Why, none, why, none- a slipper and subtle knave, a

finder out

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