Of my whole course of love; what drugs, what charms,What conjuration and what mighty magic,For such proceeding I am charged withal,I won his daughter.

Brabantio. O thou foul thief, where hast thou stow’d my daughter?Damn’d as thou art, thou hast enchanted her;For I’ll refer me to all things of sense,If she in chains of magic were not bound,285Whether a maid so tender, fair and happy,So opposite to marriage that she shunnedThe wealthy curled darlings of our nation,Would ever have, to incur a general mock,Run from her guardage to the sooty bosom290Of such a thing as thou, to fear, not to delight.Judge me the world, if ’tis not gross in senseThat thou hast practised on her with foul charms,Abused her delicate youth with drugs or mineralsThat weaken motion:

‘Sblood, but you will not hear me:

Demand me nothing: what you know, you know

Othello. Are there no stones in heavenBut what serve for the thunder?—Precious villain![He runs at IAGO IAGO, from behind, stabs EMILIA, and exit]Gratiano. The woman falls; sure, he hath kill’d his wife.

Emilia. Do thy worst:This deed of thine is no more worthy heaven3495Than thou wast worthy her.Othello. Peace, you were best.Emilia. Thou hast not half that power to do me harmAs I have to be hurt. O gull! O dolt!As ignorant as dirt! thou hast done a deed—3500I care not for thy sword; I’ll make thee known,Though I lost twenty lives.—Help! help, ho! help!The Moor hath kill’d my mistress! Murder! murder!

.Othello. She’s, like a liar, gone to burning hell:‘Twas I that kill’d her.3460Emilia. O, the more angel she,And you the blacker devil!

.Emilia. Cassio, my lord, hath kill’d a young VenetianCall’d Roderigo.Othello. Roderigo kill’d!And Cassio kill’d!3440Emilia. No, Cassio is not kill’d.Othello. Not Cassio kill’d! then murder’s out of tune,And sweet revenge grows harsh.Desdemona. O, falsely, falsely murder’d!Emilia. Alas, what cry is that?3445Othello. That! what?Emilia. Out, and alas! that was my lady’s voice.

Othello. Yes, presently:Therefore confess thee freely of thy sin;3365For to deny each article with oathCannot remove nor choke the strong conceptionThat I do groan withal. Thou art to die

 [To BIANCA] What, look you pale? O, bear him outo’ the air.[CASSIO and RODERIGO are borne off]Stay you, good gentlemen. Look you pale, mistress?Do you perceive the gastness of her eye?3270Nay, if you stare, we shall hear more anon.Behold her well; I pray you, look upon her:Do you see, gentlemen? nay, guiltiness will speak,

And your unblest fate hies: strumpet, I come.Forth of my heart those charms, thine eyes, are blotted;Thy bed, lust-stain’d, shall with lust’s blood be spotted

[IAGO from behind wounds CASSIO in the leg, and exit]Cassio. I am maim’d for ever. Help, ho! murder! murder![Falls]

If I do die before thee prithee, shroud meIn one of those same sheets

We must not now displease him

Get you to bed on the instant; I will be returnedforthwith: dismiss your attendant there: look it be done.

.Roderigo. With nought but truth. I have wasted myself out ofmy means. The jewels you have had from me todeliver to Desdemona would half have corrupted a2960votarist: you have told me she hath received themand returned me expectations and comforts of suddenrespect and acquaintance, but I find none.Iago. Well; go to; very well.

Emilia. I will be hang’d, if some eternal villain,Some busy and insinuating rogue,Some cogging, cozening slave, to get some office,Have not devised this slander; I’ll be hang’d else.2900Iago. Fie, there is no such man; it is impossible.

Emilia. He call’d her whore: a beggar in his drink2885Could not have laid such terms upon his callat.Iago. Why did he so?Desdemona. I do not know; I am sure I am none such.Iago. Do not weep, do not weep. Alas the day!

Othello. [Striking her] Devil!Desdemona. I have not deserved this.Lodovico. My lord, this would not be believed in Venice,Though I should swear I saw’t: ’tis very much:Make her amends; she weeps.2685

Othello. Hang her! I do but say what she is: so delicatewith her needle: an admirable musician: O! shewill sing the savageness out of a bear: of so high2620and plenteous wit and invention:—Iago. She’s the worse for all this.Othello. O, a thousand thousand times: and then

Othello. By heaven, that should be my handkerchief!

Now will I question Cassio of Bianca,A housewife that by selling her desiresBuys herself bread and clothes: it is a creatureThat dotes on Cassio; as ’tis the strumpet’s plagueTo beguile many and be beguiled by one:2525He, when he hears of her, cannot refrainFrom the excess of laughter. Here he comes:

Iago. With her, on her; what you will.

. Alas the day! I never gave him cause.Emilia. But jealous souls will not be answer’d so;They are not ever jealous for the cause,2355But jealous for they are jealous: ’tis a monsterBegot upon itself, born on itself.

Iago. Can he be angry? I have seen the cannon,When it hath blown his ranks into the air,And, like the devil, from his very armPuff’d his own brother:—and can he be angry?2330Something of moment then: I will go meet him:There’s matter in’t indeed, if he be angry.

Desdemona. Come, come;You’ll never meet a more sufficient man.Othello. The handkerchief!Desdemona. I pray, talk me of Cassio.2280Othello. The handkerchief!Desdemona. A man that all his timeHath founded his good fortunes on your love,Shared dangers with you,—Othello. The handkerchief!2285Desdemona. In sooth, you are to blame.Othello. Away!

Desdemona. I have sent to bid Cassio come speak with you.Othello. I have a salt and sorry rheum offends me;Lend me thy handkerchief.2230

Desdemona. Where should I lose that handkerchief, Emilia?Emilia. I know not, madam.

Haply, for I am blackAnd have not those soft parts of conversation1925That chamberers have, or for I am declinedInto the vale of years,—yet that’s not much—She’s gone. I am abused; and my reliefMust be to loathe her. O curse of marriage,That we can call these delicate creatures ours,1930And not their appetites! I had rather be a toad,And live upon the vapour of a dungeon,Than keep a corner in the thing I love

Did Michael Cassio, when you woo’d my lady,Know of your love?Othello. He did, from first to last: why dost thou ask?1735

Desdemona. Why, this is not a boon;‘Tis as I should entreat you wear your gloves,Or feed on nourishing dishes, or keep you warm,Or sue to you to do a peculiar profit1715To your own person: nay, when I have a suitWherein I mean to touch your love indeed,It shall be full of poise and difficult weightAnd fearful to be granted.

Iago. Ha! I like not that.Othello. What dost thou say?1665Iago. Nothing, my lord: or if—I know not what.

Iago. Well, my good lord, I’ll do’t.

Othello. These letters give, Iago, to the pilot;And by him do my duties to the senate:

I never knewA Florentine more kind and honest.1595

Iago. I’ll send her to you presently;And I’ll devise a mean to draw the MoorOut of the way, that your converse and business1590May be more free.

Clown. Marry. sir, by many a wind-instrument that I know.But, masters, here’s money for you: and the generalso likes your music, that he desires you, for love’ssake, to make no more noise with it.1560

I fear the trust Othello puts him in.On some odd time of his infirmity,Will shake this island.

Iago. What an eye she has! methinks it sounds a parley of1155provocation.Cassio. An inviting eye; and yet methinks right modest.Iago. And when she speaks, is it not an alarum to love?Cassio. She is indeed perfection.Iago. Well, happiness to their sheets! Come, lieutenant, I1160have a stoup of wine; and here without are a braceof Cyprus gallants that would fain have a measure tothe health of black Othello.

Iago is most honest.

All offices are open, and there is fullliberty of feasting from this present hour of five1125till the bell have told eleven. Heaven bless theisle of Cyprus and our noble general Othello![Exeunt]

It is Othello’s pleasure, our noble and valiantgeneral, that, upon certain tidings now arrived,importing the mere perdition of the Turkish fleet,every man put himself into triumph; some to dance,some to make bonfires, each man to what sport and1120revels his addiction leads him: for, besides thesebeneficial news, it is the celebration of hisnuptial.

Act II, Scene 2A street.[Enter a Herald with a proclamation; People following]

Besides, theknave is handsome, young, and hath all those1045requisites in him that folly and green minds lookafter: a pestilent complete knave; and the womanhath found him already.Roderigo. I cannot believe that in her; she’s full ofmost blessed condition. 1050

He takes her by the palm: ay, well said,955whisper: with as little a web as this will Iensnare as great a fly as Cassio. Ay, smile uponher, do; I will gyve thee in thine own courtship.You say true; ’tis so, indeed: if such tricks asthese strip you out of your lieutenantry, it had960been better you had not kissed your three fingers sooft, which now again you are most apt to play thesir in. Very good; well kissed! an excellentcourtesy!

Desdemona. To do what?Iago. To suckle fools and chronicle small beer.