Michael Neill (ed.), The Oxford Shakespeare: Othello, the Moor of Venice
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Editor’s NoteCritical Apparatus Enter Roderigo and IagoEditor’s NoteCritical Apparatus1
roderigo Tush, never tell me! I take it much unkindly
Editor’s Note3As if the strings were thine, shouldst know of this.Editor’s NoteCritical Apparatus4
iago 'Sblood, but you'll not hear me! If ever Ipg 196
Editor’s Note5Did dream of such a matter, abhor me.Editor’s Note6
roderigo Thou told'st me thou didst hold him in thy hate.7
iago Despise me if I do not. Three great ones of the city,
8In personal suit to make me his lieutenant,
Editor’s Note10I know my price, I am worth no worse a place.
11But he—as loving his own pride and purposes—
Editor’s Note12Evades them with a bombast circumstance,
Editor’s Note13Horribly stuffed with epithets of war;
Editor’s Note15Non-suits my mediators. For 'Certes,' says he,
17And what was he?pg 197
Editor’s Note18Forsooth, a great arithmetician,
Editor’s Note19One Michael Cassio, a Florentine—
Editor’s Note21That never set a squadron in the field,
Editor’s Note22Nor the division of a battle knows
Editor’s Note23More than a spinster—unless the bookish theoric,
Editor’s Note25As masterly as he! Mere prattle without practice
Editor’s Note26Is all his soldiership. But he, sir, had th'election;pg 198
Editor’s Note27And I—of whom his eyes had seen the proof
Editor’s Note30By debitor and creditor. This counter-caster,
Editor’s Note31He, in good time, must his lieutenant be,33
roderigo By heaven, I rather would have been his hangman!Editor’s NoteCritical Apparatus34
iago Why, there's no remedy, 'tis the curse of service:
Editor’s Note35Preferment goes by letter and affection,pg 199
Critical Apparatus36And not by old gradation, where each second
Critical Apparatus37Stood heir to th' first. Now sir, be judge yourself
39To love the Moor?Editor’s Note40
roderigo I would not follow him then.Editor’s Note41
iago O sir, content you.
Editor’s Note42I follow him to serve my turn upon him.
Critical Apparatus43We cannot all be masters, nor all masters
Editor’s Note44Cannot be truly followed. You shall mark
Editor’s Note45Many a duteous and knee-crooking knave
Editor’s Note46That, doting on his own obsequious bondage,
Editor’s Note47Wears out his time, much like his master's ass,pg 200
Editor’s Note50Who, trimmed in forms and visages of duty,
Editor’s Note51Keep yet their hearts attending on themselves,
Editor’s Note52And, throwing but shows of service on their lords,
55And such a one do I profess myself—for, sir,
Editor’s Note56It is as sure as you are Roderigo,pg 201
58In following him, I follow but myself—
Editor’s Note59Heaven is my judge, not I for love and duty,
Editor’s Note61For when my outward action doth demonstrate
Editor’s Note62The native act and figure of my heart
Editor’s Note63In compliment extern, 'tis not long after
Editor’s Note64But I will wear my heart upon my sleeveEditor’s NoteCritical Apparatus66
roderigo What a full fortune does the thick-lips owe
iago Call up her father:
Editor’s Note68Rouse him, make after him, poison his delight,pg 202
Editor’s Note70And, though he in a fertile climate dwell,
Editor’s Note71Plague him with flies: though that his joy be joy,
Critical Apparatus72Yet throw such chances of vexation on't
Editor’s Note73As it may lose some colour.74
roderigo Here is her father's house, I'll call aloud.Editor’s Note75
iago Do, with like timorous accent and dire yell
Editor’s Note76As when, by night and negligence, the fire
77Is spied in populous cities.Critical Apparatus78
roderigo What ho! Brabantio, Signor Brabantio, ho!Critical Apparatus79
iago Awake! What ho, Brabantio! Thieves, thieves, thieves!
Editor’s Note81Thieves, thieves!Critical Apparatus Enter Brabantio at a window aboveCritical Apparatus82
brabantio What is the reason of this terrible summons?
83What is the matter there?84
roderigo Signor, is all your family within?pg 203 Critical Apparatus85
iago Are your doors locked?
brabantio Why? Wherefore ask you this?Editor’s NoteCritical Apparatus86
iago 'Swounds, sir, you're robbed; for shame, put on your gown!
87Your heart is burst, you have lost half your soul:
Editor’s Note89Is tupping your white ewe. Arise, arise!
Editor’s Note90Awake the snorting citizens with the bell,
Critical Apparatus91Or else the devil will make a grandsire of you.
92Arise, I say!
brabantio What, have you lost your wits?Editor’s Note93
roderigo Most reverend signor, do you know my voice?94
brabantio Not I; what are you?Editor’s Note95
roderigo My name is Roderigo.Editor’s NoteCritical Apparatus96
brabantio The worser welcome:
97I have charged thee not to haunt about my doors:
98In honest plainness thou hast heard me say
99My daughter is not for thee; and now in madness,
Editor’s Note100Being full of supper, and distempering draughts,
Critical Apparatus101Upon malicious bravery, dost thou comepg 204
Editor’s Note102To start my quiet.
roderigo Sir, sir, sir—
brabantio But thou must needs be sure
104To make this bitter to thee.
roderigo Patience, good sir!Critical Apparatus105
brabantio What tell'st thou me of robbing? This is Venice:
Editor’s Note106My house is not a grange.
roderigo Most grave Brabantio,
Editor’s Note107In simple and pure soul, I come to you.Critical Apparatus108
iago 'Swounds, sir, you are one of those that will not serve 109God if the devil bid you. Because we come to do you Critical Apparatus110service, and you think we are ruffians, you'll have your Editor’s Note111daughter covered with a Barbary horse, you'll have your Editor’s Note112nephews neigh to you, you'll have coursers for cousins Editor’s Note113and jennets for germans.Editor’s Note114
brabantio What profane wretch art thou?Critical Apparatus115pg 205 Editor’s Note117
brabantio Thou art a villain.
iago You are a senator.Editor’s Note118
brabantio This thou shalt answer. I know thee, Roderigo.119
roderigo Sir, I will answer anything. But I beseech you,
Editor’s Note121As partly I find it is—that your fair daughter,
Critical Apparatus122At this odd-even and dull watch o'th' night,
123Transported with no worse nor better guard
124But with a knave of common hire, a gondolier,
125To the gross clasps of a lascivious Moor—
Editor’s Note126If this be known to you and your allowance,
Editor’s Note127We then have done you bold and saucy wrongs.
128But if you know not this, my manners tell me
129We have your wrong rebuke. Do not believe
Editor’s Note130That from the sense of all civility
131I thus would play and trifle with your reverence.
132Your daughter—if you have not given her leave—
Editor’s Note133I say again hath made a gross revolt,
134Tying her duty, beauty, wit, and fortunes
Editor’s Note135In an extravagant and wheeling stranger,pg 206
Editor’s Note136Of here and everywhere. Straight satisfy yourself:
137If she be in her chamber or your house,
138Let loose on me the justice of the state
brabantio Strike on the tinder, ho!
Editor’s Note140Give me a taper. Call up all my people.
Editor’s Note141This accident is not unlike my dream;
Editor’s Note142Belief of it oppresses me already.
Critical Apparatus143Light, I say, light!Exit Brabantio
iago Farewell, for I must leave you.
146Against the Moor; for I do know the state—
Editor’s Note149With such loud reason to the Cyprus wars
Editor’s Note150(Which even now stands in act) that, for their souls,
152To lead their business; in which regard,
Critical Apparatus153Though I do hate him as I do hell pains,
Editor’s Note154Yet, for necessity of present life,pg 207
Editor’s Note155I must show out a flag and sign of love—
Critical Apparatus158And there will I be with him. So farewell.Exit Editor’s Note Enter Brabantio in his nightgown, and servants with torches159
brabantio It is too true an evil. Gone she is;
Editor’s Note160And what's to come of my despisèd time
Critical Apparatus161Is naught but bitterness. Now Roderigo,
162Where didst thou see her?—O, unhappy girl!—
163With the Moor sayst thou?—Who would be a father?—
Critical Apparatus164How didst thou know 'twas she?—O, she deceives me
Editor’s Note165Past thought!—What said she to you?—Get more tapers;
166Raise all my kindred.—Are they married, think you?167
roderigo Truly, I think they are.Editor’s NoteCritical Apparatus168
brabantio O heaven, how got she out? O treason of the blood!
169Fathers, from hence trust not your daughters' minds
Editor’s Note170By what you see them act. Is there not charmspg 208
Editor’s Note172May be abused? Have you not read, Roderigo,
Critical Apparatus173Of some such thing?
roderigo Yes sir, I have indeed.Editor’s NoteCritical Apparatus174
brabantio Call up my brother!—O, would you had had her!—
175Some one way, some another!—Do you know
176Where we may apprehend her and the Moor?Editor’s Note177
roderigo I think I can discover him, if you please
178To get good guard and go along with me.