Michael Neill (ed.), The Oxford Shakespeare: Othello, the Moor of Venice
Editor’s NoteCritical Apparatus Enter Roderigo and IagoEditor’s NoteCritical Apparatus
roderigo Tush, never tell me! I take it much unkindly
Editor’s NoteAs if the strings were thine, shouldst know of this.Editor’s NoteCritical Apparatus
iago 'Sblood, but you'll not hear me! If ever Ipg 196
Editor’s Note5Did dream of such a matter, abhor me.Editor’s Note
roderigo Thou told'st me thou didst hold him in thy hate.
iago Despise me if I do not. Three great ones of the city,
In personal suit to make me his lieutenant,
Editor’s Note10I know my price, I am worth no worse a place.
But he—as loving his own pride and purposes—
Editor’s NoteEvades them with a bombast circumstance,
Editor’s NoteHorribly stuffed with epithets of war;
Editor’s Note15Non-suits my mediators. For 'Certes,' says he,
And what was he?pg 197
Editor’s NoteForsooth, a great arithmetician,
Editor’s NoteOne Michael Cassio, a Florentine—
Editor’s NoteThat never set a squadron in the field,
Editor’s NoteNor the division of a battle knows
Editor’s NoteMore than a spinster—unless the bookish theoric,
Editor’s Note25As masterly as he! Mere prattle without practice
Editor’s NoteIs all his soldiership. But he, sir, had th'election;pg 198
Editor’s NoteAnd I—of whom his eyes had seen the proof
Editor’s Note30By debitor and creditor. This counter-caster,
Editor’s NoteHe, in good time, must his lieutenant be,
roderigo By heaven, I rather would have been his hangman!Editor’s NoteCritical Apparatus
iago Why, there's no remedy, 'tis the curse of service:
Editor’s Note35Preferment goes by letter and affection,pg 199
Critical ApparatusAnd not by old gradation, where each second
Critical ApparatusStood heir to th' first. Now sir, be judge yourself
To love the Moor?Editor’s Note40
roderigo I would not follow him then.Editor’s Note
iago O sir, content you.
Editor’s NoteI follow him to serve my turn upon him.
Critical ApparatusWe cannot all be masters, nor all masters
Editor’s NoteCannot be truly followed. You shall mark
Editor’s Note45Many a duteous and knee-crooking knave
Editor’s NoteThat, doting on his own obsequious bondage,
Editor’s NoteWears out his time, much like his master's ass,pg 200
Editor’s Note50Who, trimmed in forms and visages of duty,
Editor’s NoteKeep yet their hearts attending on themselves,
Editor’s NoteAnd, throwing but shows of service on their lords,
55And such a one do I profess myself—for, sir,
Editor’s NoteIt is as sure as you are Roderigo,pg 201
In following him, I follow but myself—
Editor’s NoteHeaven is my judge, not I for love and duty,
Editor’s NoteFor when my outward action doth demonstrate
Editor’s NoteThe native act and figure of my heart
Editor’s NoteIn compliment extern, 'tis not long after
Editor’s NoteBut I will wear my heart upon my sleeveEditor’s NoteCritical Apparatus
roderigo What a full fortune does the thick-lips owe
iago Call up her father:
Editor’s NoteRouse him, make after him, poison his delight,pg 202
Editor’s Note70And, though he in a fertile climate dwell,
Editor’s NotePlague him with flies: though that his joy be joy,
Critical ApparatusYet throw such chances of vexation on't
Editor’s NoteAs it may lose some colour.
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 NoteAs when, by night and negligence, the fire
Is spied in populous cities.Critical Apparatus
roderigo What ho! Brabantio, Signor Brabantio, ho!Critical Apparatus
iago Awake! What ho, Brabantio! Thieves, thieves, thieves!
Editor’s NoteThieves, thieves!Critical Apparatus Enter Brabantio at a window aboveCritical Apparatus
brabantio What is the reason of this terrible summons?
What is the matter there?
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 Apparatus
iago 'Swounds, sir, you're robbed; for shame, put on your gown!
Your heart is burst, you have lost half your soul:
Editor’s NoteIs tupping your white ewe. Arise, arise!
Editor’s Note90Awake the snorting citizens with the bell,
Critical ApparatusOr else the devil will make a grandsire of you.
Arise, I say!
brabantio What, have you lost your wits?Editor’s Note
roderigo Most reverend signor, do you know my voice?
brabantio Not I; what are you?Editor’s Note95
roderigo My name is Roderigo.Editor’s NoteCritical Apparatus
brabantio The worser welcome:
I have charged thee not to haunt about my doors:
In honest plainness thou hast heard me say
My daughter is not for thee; and now in madness,
Editor’s Note100Being full of supper, and distempering draughts,
Critical ApparatusUpon malicious bravery, dost thou comepg 204
Editor’s NoteTo start my quiet.
roderigo Sir, sir, sir—
brabantio But thou must needs be sure
To make this bitter to thee.
roderigo Patience, good sir!Critical Apparatus105
brabantio What tell'st thou me of robbing? This is Venice:
Editor’s NoteMy house is not a grange.
roderigo Most grave Brabantio,
Editor’s NoteIn simple and pure soul, I come to you.Critical Apparatus
iago 'Swounds, sir, you are one of those that will not serve God 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 Notedaughter covered with a Barbary horse, you'll have your Editor’s Notenephews neigh to you, you'll have coursers for cousins Editor’s Noteand jennets for germans.Editor’s Note
brabantio What profane wretch art thou?Critical Apparatus115pg 205 Editor’s Note
brabantio Thou art a villain.
iago You are a senator.Editor’s Note
brabantio This thou shalt answer. I know thee, Roderigo.
roderigo Sir, I will answer anything. But I beseech you,
Editor’s NoteAs partly I find it is—that your fair daughter,
Critical ApparatusAt this odd-even and dull watch o'th' night,
Transported with no worse nor better guard
But with a knave of common hire, a gondolier,
125To the gross clasps of a lascivious Moor—
Editor’s NoteIf this be known to you and your allowance,
Editor’s NoteWe then have done you bold and saucy wrongs.
But if you know not this, my manners tell me
We have your wrong rebuke. Do not believe
Editor’s Note130That from the sense of all civility
I thus would play and trifle with your reverence.
Your daughter—if you have not given her leave—
Editor’s NoteI say again hath made a gross revolt,
Tying her duty, beauty, wit, and fortunes
Editor’s Note135In an extravagant and wheeling stranger,pg 206
Editor’s NoteOf here and everywhere. Straight satisfy yourself:
If she be in her chamber or your house,
Let 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 NoteThis accident is not unlike my dream;
Editor’s NoteBelief of it oppresses me already.
Critical ApparatusLight, I say, light!Exit Brabantio
iago Farewell, for I must leave you.
Against the Moor; for I do know the state—
Editor’s NoteWith such loud reason to the Cyprus wars
Editor’s Note150(Which even now stands in act) that, for their souls,
To lead their business; in which regard,
Critical ApparatusThough I do hate him as I do hell pains,
Editor’s NoteYet, for necessity of present life,pg 207
Editor’s Note155I must show out a flag and sign of love—
Critical ApparatusAnd there will I be with him. So farewell.Exit Editor’s Note Enter Brabantio in his nightgown, and servants with torches
brabantio It is too true an evil. Gone she is;
Editor’s Note160And what's to come of my despisèd time
Critical ApparatusIs naught but bitterness. Now Roderigo,
Where didst thou see her?—O, unhappy girl!—
With the Moor sayst thou?—Who would be a father?—
Critical ApparatusHow didst thou know 'twas she?—O, she deceives me
Editor’s Note165Past thought!—What said she to you?—Get more tapers;
Raise all my kindred.—Are they married, think you?
roderigo Truly, I think they are.Editor’s NoteCritical Apparatus
brabantio O heaven, how got she out? O treason of the blood!
Fathers, from hence trust not your daughters' minds
Editor’s Note170By what you see them act. Is there not charmspg 208
Editor’s NoteMay be abused? Have you not read, Roderigo,
Critical ApparatusOf some such thing?
roderigo Yes sir, I have indeed.Editor’s NoteCritical Apparatus
brabantio Call up my brother!—O, would you had had her!—
175Some one way, some another!—Do you know
Where we may apprehend her and the Moor?Editor’s Note
roderigo I think I can discover him, if you please
To get good guard and go along with me.