Gary Taylor, John Jowett, Terri Bourus, and Gabriel Egan (eds), The New Oxford Shakespeare: Critical Reference Edition, Vol. 2
pg 31792.1Sc. 4Actus Secundus. Scena Prima.
Enter Montano, and two Gentlemen.1
Mon. What from the Cape, can you discerne at Sea?2
1. Gent. Nothing at all, it is a high wrought Flood:
Critical Apparatus3I cannot 'twixt the Heauen, and the Maine,
4Descry a Saile.Critical Apparatus5
Mon. Me thinks, the wind hath spoke aloud at Land,
6A fuller blast ne're shooke our Battlements:
7If it hath ruffiand so vpon the Sea,
Critical Apparatus8What ribbes of Oake, when Mountaines melt on them,
9Can hold the Morties. What shall we heare of this?10
2 A Segregation of the Turkish Fleet:
Critical Apparatus11For do but stand vpon the Foaming Shore,
Critical Apparatus12The chidden Billow seemes to pelt the Clowds,
13The winde-shak'd-Surge, with high & monstrous Maine
14Seemes to cast water on the burning Beare,
Critical Apparatus15And quench the Guards of th'euer-fixed Pole:
16I neuer did like mollestation view
Critical Apparatus17On the enchafed Flood.Enter a Gentleman.
[Mon.] If that the Turkish Fleete
18Be not enshelter'd, and embay'd, they are drown'd,
Critical Apparatus19It is impossible to beare it out.Critical Apparatus20
3 Newes Laddes: our warres are done:
Critical Apparatus21The desperate Tempest hath so bang'd the Turkes,
Critical Apparatus22That their designement halts. A Noble ship of Venice,
Critical Apparatus23Hath seene a greeuous wracke and sufferance
Critical Apparatus24On most part of their Fleet.25
Mon. How? Is this true?Critical Apparatus26
3 The Ship is heere put in:
Critical Apparatus27A [Veronnessa], Michael Cassio
28Lieutenant to the warlike Moore, Othello,
pg 3180Critical Apparatus29Is come on Shore: the Moore himselfe at Sea,
30And is in full Commission heere for Cyprus.Critical Apparatus31
Mon. I am glad on't: 'Tis a worthy Gouernour.32
3 But this same Cassio, though he speake of comfort,
33Touching the Turkish losse, yet he lookes sadly,
Critical Apparatus34And [prayes] the Moore be safe; for they were parted
Critical Apparatus35With fowle and violent Tempest.
Mon. Pray [God] he be:
36For I haue seru'd him, and the man commands
37Like a full Soldier. Let's to the Sea-side (hoa)
38As well to see the Vessell that's come in,
39As to throw-out our eyes for braue Othello,
Critical Apparatus40Euen till we make the Maine, and th'Eriall blew,
41An indistinct regard.Enter Cassio.
Gent. Come, let's do so;
42For euery Minute is expectancie
Critical Apparatus43Of more Arriuancie.Critical Apparatus44
Cassi. Thankes you, the valiant of the warlike Isle,
Critical Apparatus45That so approoue the Moore: Oh let the Heauens
Critical Apparatus46Giue him defence against the Elements,
47For I haue lost him on a dangerous Sea.48
Mon. Is he well ship'd?49
Cassio. His Barke is stoutly Timber'd, and his Pylot
50Of verie expert, and approu'd Allowance;
51Therefore my hope's (not surfetted to death)
52Stand in bold Cure.
Within. A Saile, a Saile, a Saile.53
Cassio. What noise?54
Gent. The Towne is empty; on the brow o'th'Sea
55Stand rankes of People and they cry, a Saile.Critical Apparatus56
Cassio. My hopes do shape him for the Gouernor.pg 3181 Critical Apparatus57
Gent. They do discharge their Shot of Courtesie,
Critical Apparatus58Our Friends, at least.
Cassio. I pray you Sir, go forth,
59And giue vs truth who 'tis that is arriu'd.60Exit.
Gent. I shall.61
Mon. But good Lieutenant, is your Generall wiu'd?62
Cassio. Most fortunately: he hath atchieu'd a Maid
63That paragons description, and wilde Fame:
Critical Apparatus64One that excels the quirkes of Blazoning pens,
Critical Apparatus65And in th'essentiall Vesture of Creation,
Critical Apparatus66Do's tyre the Ingeniuer.Enter Gentleman.
How now? Who ha's put in?67
Gent. 'Tis one Iago, Auncient to the Generall.Critical Apparatus68
Cassio. Ha's had most fauourable, and happie speed:
Critical Apparatus69Tempests themselues, high Seas, and howling windes,
70The gutter'd-Rockes, and Congregated Sands,
Critical Apparatus71Traitors ensteep'd, to enclogge the guiltlesse Keele,
72As hauing sence of Beautie, do omit
Critical Apparatus73Their mortall Natures, letting go safely by
74The Diuine Desdemona.
Mon. What is she?Critical Apparatus75
Cassio. She that I spake of: our great Captains Captaine,
76Left in the conduct of the bold Iago,
77Whose footing heere anticipates our thoughts,
78A Senights speed. Great Ioue, Othello guard,
79And swell his Saile with thine owne powrefull breath,
80That he may blesse this Bay with his tall Ship,
Critical Apparatus81Make loues quicke pants in Desdemonaes Armes,
82Giue renew'd fire to our extincted Spirits.Enter Desdemona, Iago, Rodorigo, and Æmilia.
Critical Apparatus83The Riches of the Ship is come on shore:
Critical Apparatus84You men of Cyprus, let her haue your knees.
pg 3182Critical Apparatus85Haile to thee Ladie: and the grace of [God],
86Before, behinde thee, and on euery hand
87Enwheele thee round.
Des. I thanke you, Valiant Cassio,
Critical Apparatus88What tydings can you tell [me] of my Lord?tt1r Critical Apparatus Link 89
Cas. He is not yet arriu'd, nor know I ought
90But that he's well, and will be shortly heere.Critical Apparatus91
Des. Oh, but I feare: How lost you company?Critical Apparatus92[Within. A Saile, a Saile.]
Cassio. The great Contention of [the] Sea, and Skies
Critical Apparatus93Parted our fellowship. But hearke, a Saile.94
Gent. They giue this greeting to the Cittadell:
Critical Apparatus95This likewise is a Friend.
Cassio. See for the Newes:
96Good Ancient, you are welcome. Welcome Mistris:
97Let it not gaule your patience (good Iago)
98That I extend my Manners. 'Tis my breeding,
99That giues me this bold shew of Curtesie.Critical Apparatus100
Iago. Sir, would she giue you so much of her lippes,
Critical Apparatus101As of her tongue she oft bestowes on me,
Critical Apparatus102You would haue enough.103
Des. Alas: she ha's no speech.Critical Apparatus104
Iago. Infaith too much:
Critical Apparatus105I finde it still, when I haue leaue to sleepe.
106Marry before your Ladyship, I grant,
Critical Apparatus107She puts [her] tongue a little in her heart,
108And chides with thinking.
Æmil. You haue little cause to say so.Critical Apparatus109
Iago. Come on, come on: you are Pictures out of doore:
110Bells in your Parlours: Wilde-Cats in your Kitchens:
111Saints in your Iniuries: Diuels being offended:
pg 3183Critical Apparatus112Players in your Huswiferie, and Huswiues in your Beds.Critical Apparatus113
Des. Oh, fie vpon thee, Slanderer.114
Iago. Nay, it is true: or else I am a Turke,
115You rise to play, and go to bed to worke.Critical Apparatus116
Æmil. You shall not write my praise.
Iago. No, let me not.117
Desde. What would'st write of me, if thou should'st praise me?118
Iago. Oh, gentle Lady, do not put me too't,
119For I am nothing, if not Criticall.Critical Apparatus120
Des. Come on, assay. There's one gone to the Harbour?121
Iago. I Madam.122
Des. I am not merry: but I do beguile
123The thing I am, by seeming otherwise.
124Come, how would'st thou praise me?Critical Apparatus125
Iago. I am about it, but indeed my inuention
126Comes from my pate, as Birdlyme do's from Freeze,
Critical Apparatus127It pluckes out Braines and all. But my Muse labours,
128And thus she is deliuer'd.
129If she be faire, and wise: fairenesse, and wit,
Critical Apparatus130The ones for vse, the other vseth it.Critical Apparatus131
Des. Well prais'd: how if she be Blacke and Witty?132
Iago. If she be blacke, and thereto haue a wit,
Critical Apparatus133She'le find a white, that shall her blacknesse fit.134
Des. Worse, and worse.
Æmil. How if Faire, and Foolish?135
Iago. She neuer yet was foolish that was faire,
Critical Apparatus136For euen her folly helpt her to an heire.Critical Apparatus137
Desde. These are old fond Paradoxes, to make Fooleslaugh i'th'138Alehouse. What miserable praise hast thou for her that's Foule, and Foolish.139
Iago. There's none so foule and foolish thereunto,
140But do's foule pranks, which faire, and wise-ones do.Critical Apparatus141
Desde. Oh heauy ignorance: thou praisest the worst best. But 142what praise could'st thou bestow on a deseruing woman indeed? One, Critical Apparatus143that in the authorithy of her merit, did iustly put on the vouch of very 144malice it selfe.145
Iago. She that was euer faire, and neuer proud,
146Had Tongue at will, and yet was neuer loud:
147Neuer lackt Gold, and yet went neuer gay,
148Fled from her wish, and yet said now I may.
149She that being angred, her reuenge being nie,
150Bad her wrong stay, and her displeasure flie:
151She that in wisedome neuer was so fraile,
152To change the Cods-head for the Salmons taile:
153She that could thinke, and neu'r disclose her mind,
Critical Apparatus154See Suitors following, and not looke behind:
Critical Apparatus155She was a wight, (if euer such wightes were)pg 3184 156
Des. To do what?157
Iago. To suckle Fooles, and chronicle small Beere.158
Desde. Oh most lame and impotent conclusion. Do not learne of 159him Æmillia, though he be thy husband. How say you (Cassio) is he not 160a most prophane, and liberall Counsailor?161
Cassio. He speakes home (Madam) you may rellish him more in the 162Souldier, then in the Scholler.Critical Apparatus163
Iago. He takes her by the palme: I, well said, whisper. With as 164little a web as this, will I ensnare as great a Fly as Cassio. I smile vpon Critical Apparatus165her, do: I will giue thee in thine owne Courtship. You say true, 'tis so 166indeed. If such tricks as these strip you out of your Lieutenantrie, it had 167beene better you had not kiss'd your three fingers so oft, which now Critical Apparatus168againe you are most apt to play the Sir, in. Very good: well kiss'd, and Critical Apparatus169excellent Curtsie: 'tis so indeed. Yet againe, your fingers to your lippes? Critical Apparatus170Would they were [Clister]-pipes for your sake.
171The Moore I know his Trumpet.
Cassio, 'Tis truely so.172
Des. Let's meete him, and recieue him.Enter Othello, and Attendants.
Cassio. Loe, where he comes.173
Oth. O, my faire Warriour.
Des. My deere Othello.174
Othe. It giues me wonder great, as my content
Critical Apparatus175To see you heere before me. Oh my Soules Ioy:
Critical Apparatus176If after euery Tempest, come such Calmes,
177May the windes blow, till they haue waken'd death:
178And let the labouring Barke climbe hills of Seas
179Olympus high: and duck againe as low,
180As hell's from Heauen. If it were now to dye,
181'Twere now to be most happy. For I feare,
182My Soule hath her content so absolute,
183That not another comfort like to this,
Critical Apparatus184Succeedes in vnknowne Fate.
Des. The Heauens forbid
Critical Apparatus185But that our Loues and Comforts should encrease
Critical Apparatus186Euen as our dayes do grow.
Othe. Amen to rhat (sweet Powers)
187I cannot speake enough of this content,
188It stoppes me heere: it is too much of ioy.
pg 3185Critical Apparatus189And this, and this the greatest discords be
Critical Apparatus190That ere our hearts shall make.
Iago. Oh you are well tun'd now:
191But Ile set downe the peggs that make this Musicke,Exit Othello and Desdemona.
Othe. Come: let vs to the Castle.
Critical Apparatus193Newes (Friends) our Warres are done: The Turkes are drown'd.
Critical Apparatus194How do's my old Acquaintance of this Isle?
195(Hony) you shall be well desir'd in Cyprus,
196I haue found great loue among'st them. Oh my Sweet,
197I prattle out of fashion, and I doate
198In mine owne comforts. I prythee, good Iago,
199Go to the Bay, and disimbarke my Coffers:
200Bring thou the Master to the Cittadell,
201He is a good one, and his worthynesse
202Do's challenge much respect. Come Desdemona,
203Once more well met at Cyprus.204
Iago. Do thou meet me presently at the Critical Apparatus205Harbour. Come [hither], if thou be'st Valiant, (as they say 206base men being in Loue, haue then a Nobilitie in their Natures, more 207then is natiue to them) list-me; the Lieutenant to night watches on the Critical Apparatus208Court of Guard. First, I must tell thee this: Desdemona, is directly in 209loue with him.210
Rod. With him? Why, 'tis not possible.211
Iago. Lay thy finger thus: and let thy soule be instructed. Marke me with 212what violence she first lou'd the Moore, but for bragging, and telling her Critical Apparatus213fantasticall lies. To loue him still for prating, let not thy discreet heart Critical Apparatus214thinke it. Her eye must be fed. And what delight shall she haue to looke 215on the diuell? When the Blood is made dull with the Act of Sport, there Critical Apparatus216should be [againe] to enflame it, and to giue Satiety a fresh appetite, 217Louelinesse in fauour, simpathy in yeares, Manners, and Beauties: all which Critical Apparatus218the Moore is defectiue in. Now for want of these requir'd Conueniences, Critical Apparatus219her delicate tendernesse wil finde it selfe abus'd, begin to heaue the gorge, disrellish and abhorre the Moore, very Nature wil instruct her in pg 3186220it, and compell her to some second choice. Now Sir, this granted (as it Critical Apparatus221is a most pregnant and vnforc'd position) who stands so eminent in the Critical Apparatus222degree of this Fortune, as Cassio do's: a knaue very voluble: no further Critical Apparatus223conscionable, then in putting on the meere forme of Ciuill, and Humaine Critical Apparatus224seeming, for the better compasse of his salt, and most hidden loose Critical Apparatus225Affection? Why none, why none: A slipper, and subtle knaue, a finder Critical Apparatus226of occasion: that [ha's] an eye can stampe, and counterfeit Aduantages, 227though true Aduantage neuer present it selfe. A diuelish knaue: besides, 228the knaue is handsome, young: and hath all those requisites in him, that 229folly and greene mindes looke after. A pestilent compleat knaue, and the Critical Apparatus230woman hath found him already.231
Rodo. I cannot beleeue that in her, she's full of most bless'd 232condition.233
Iago. Bless'd figges-end. The Wine she drinkes is made of grapes. If shee had Critical Apparatus234beene bless'd, shee would neuer haue lou'd the Moore: Bless'd pudding. Didst Critical Apparatus235thou not see her paddle with the palme of his hand? Didst not marke that?Critical Apparatus236
Rod. Yes, that I did: but that was but curtesie.Critical Apparatus237
Iago. Leacherie by this hand: an Index, and obscure prologue to the 238History of Lust and foule Thoughts. They met so neere with their lippes, Critical Apparatus239that their breathes embrac'd together. Villanous thoughts Rodorigo, Critical Apparatus240when these [mutualities] so marshall the way, hard at hand comes the Critical Apparatus241Master, and maine exercise, th'incorporate conclusion: Pish. But Sir, be 242you rul'd by me. I haue brought you from Venice. Watch you to night: Critical Apparatus243for the Command, Ile lay't vpon you. Cassio knowes you not: Ile not be 244farre from you. Do you finde some occasion to anger Cassio, either by Critical Apparatus245speaking too loud, or tainting his discipline, or from what other course 246you please, which the time shall more fauorably minister.247
Rod. Well.Critical Apparatus248
Iago. Sir, he's rash, and very sodaine in Choller: and happely may strike at 249you, prouoke him that he may: for euen out of that will I cause these of Critical Apparatus250Cyprus to Mutiny. Whose qualification shall come into no true taste 251againe, but by the displanting of Cassio. So shall you haue a shorter 252iourney to your desires, by the meanes I shall then haue to preferre them. Critical Apparatus253And the impediment most profitably remoued, without the which 254there were no expectation of our prosperitie.Critical Apparatus255
Rodo. I will do this, if you can bring it to any opportunity.256
Iago. I warrant thee. Meete me by and by at the Cittadell. I must fetch pg 3187257his Necessaries a Shore. Farewell.258Exit.
Rodo. Adieu.Critical Apparatus259Exit.
Iago. That Cassio loues her, I do well beleeu't:
260That she loues him, 'tis apt, and of great Credite.
261The Moore (howbeit that I endure him not)
Critical Apparatus262Is of a constant, louing, Noble Nature,
263And I dare thinke, he'le proue to Desdemona
264A most deere husband. Now I do loue her too,
265Not out of absolute Lust, (though peraduenture
266I stand accomptant for as great a sin)
267But partely led to dyet my Reuenge,
Critical Apparatus268For that I do suspect the lustie Moore
269Hath leap'd into my Seate. The thought whereof,
270Doth (like a poysonous Minerall) gnaw my Inwardes:
Critical Apparatus271And nothing can, or shall content my Soule
Critical Apparatus272Till I am eeuen'd with him, wife, for wife.
273Or fayling so, yet that I put the Moore,
274At least into a Ielouzie so strong
275That iudgement cannot cure. Which thing to do,
276If this poore Trash of Venice, whom I trace
277For his quicke hunting, stand the putting on,
278Ile haue our Michael Cassio on the hip,
Critical Apparatus279Abuse him to the Moore, in the right garbe
Critical Apparatus280(For I feare Cassio with my Night-[Cap] too)
281Make the Moore thanke me, loue me, and reward me,
282For making him egregiously an Asse,
283And practising vpon his peace, and quiet,
284Euen to madnesse. 'Tis heere: but yet confus'd,
285Knaueries plaine face, is neuer seene, till vs'd.