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way, hard at hand comes the master and main exercise, the incorporate conclusion : Pish!-But, sir, be you ruled by me: I have brought you from Venice. Watch you to-night; for the command, I'll lay't upon you: Cassio knows you not;--I'll not be far from
find some occasion to anger Cassio, either by speaking too loud, or tainting' his discipline; or from what other course you please, which the time shall more favourably minister.
Iago. Sir, he is rash, and very sudden in choler ; and, haply, with his truncheon may strike at you: Provoke him, that he may: for, even out of that, will I cause these of Cyprus to mutiny; whose qualification shall come into no true taste again, but by the displanting of Cassio. So shall you have a shorter journey to your desires, by the means I shall then have to prefer them; and the impediment most profitably removed, without the which there were no expectation of our prosperity.
Rod. I will do this, if I can bring it to any opportunity.
Iago. I warrant thee. Meet me by and by at the citadel: I must fetch his necessaries ashore. Farewell. Rod. Adieu.
[Exit. Iugo. That Cassio loves her, I do well believe it; That she loves him, 'tis apt, and of great credit: The Moor-howbeit that I endure him not,
1 Throwing a slur upon his discipline.
3 To advance them.
Is of a constant, loving, noble nature;
4 Worthless hound. 5 The term for a clog put on a hound to hinder his running.
6 In the grossest manner.
Enter a Herald, with a Proclamation; People following.
Her. It is Othello's pleasure, our noble and valiant general, that, upon certain tidings now arrived, importing the mere7 perdition of the Turkish fleet, every man put himself into triumph; some to dance, some to make bonfires, each man to what sport and revels his addiction leads him ; for, besides these beneficial news, it is the celebration of his nuptials: So much was his pleasure should be proclaimed. All offices 8 are open; and there is full liberty of feasting, from this present hour of five, till the bell hath told eleven. Heaven bless the isle of Cyprus, and our noble general, Othello!
A Hall in the Castle.
Enter OTHELLO, DESDEMONA, Gassio, and At
tendants. Oth. Good Michael, look you to the guard to
night : Let's teach ourselves that honourable stop, Not to out-sport discretion.
Cas. Iago hath direction what to do;
8 Rooms, or places in the castle.
But, notwithstanding, with my personal eye
Iago is most honest.
[To DESDEMONA. That profit's yet to come 'twix me and you.Good night.
[Exeunt Orh. Des. and Attend.
Cas. Welcome, Iago: We must to the watch.
Iago. Not this hour, lieutenant; 'tis not yet ten o'clock: Our general cast' us thus early, for the love of his Desdemona; whom let us not therefore blame; he hath not yet made wanton the night with her: and she is sport for Jove.
Cas. She's a most exquisite lady.
Cas. Indeed, she is a most fresh and delicate creature.
Iago. What an eye she has ! methinks it sounds a parley of provocation.
Cas. An inviting eye; and yet methinks right modest.
Tago. And, when she speaks, is it not an alarm to love?
Cas. She is, indeed, perfection.
Iago. Well, happiness to their sheets! Come, lieutenant, I have a stoop of wine; and here without
are a brace of Cyprus gallants, that would fain have a measure to the health of the black Othello.
Cas. Not to-night, good Iago; I have very poor and unhappy brains for drinking: I could well wish courtesy would invent some other custom of entertainment.
Iago. O, they are our friends; but one cup; I'll drink for you.
Cas. I have drunk but one cup to-night, and that was craftily qualified' too, and, behold, what innovation it makes here: I am unfortunate in the infirmity, and dare not task my weakness with any
Iago. What, man! 'tis a night of revels; the gallants desire it.
Cas. Where are they?
Iago. If I can fasten but one cup upon him,
Roderigo, Whom love has turn’d almost the wrong side outward, To Desdemona hath to-night carous'd Potations pottle deep; and he's to watch : Three lads of Cyprus,-noble swelling spirits, That hold their honours in a wary distance, The
very elements of this warlike isle, Have I to-night fluster'd with flowing cups,
· Slily mixed with water.