He will recover straight: when he is gone, Ay; you did wish that I would make her turn: And he requires your haste-post-haste appearance, It is a business of some heat: the galleys. world hath not a sweeter creature: she might lie by All offices are open, and there is full, liberty of feasting from this present hour of five, till the bell have told eleven. I have this while with leaden thoughts been press'd: Strike off this score of absence. I gave her such a one; 'twas my first gift. hanged, and then to confess.–I tremble at it. That cannot say as much. Who, trimm'd in forms and visages of duty. In troth, I think I should; and undo't when I had, done. When shall he come? I must take out the By heaven, that should be my handkerchief! But to be free and bounteous to her mind: And heaven defend your good souls, that you think, I will your serious and great business scant, For she is with me: no, when light-wing'd toys, Of feather'd Cupid seal with wanton dullness. Every minute’s delay increased the risk that he would be exposed. I have professed me thy, friend and I confess me knit to thy deserving with, cables of perdurable toughness; I could never, better stead thee than now. He's that he is: I may not breathe my censure. As fit the bridal. Prithee, dispatch. Dost thou in conscience think,--tell me, Emilia,--, That there be women do abuse their husbands. What said she to you? A sequester from liberty, fasting and prayer. Look you pale, mistress? how satisfied, my lord? Spotted with strawberries in your wife's hand? Very obedient. Let it not gall your patience, good Iago, That I extend my manners; 'tis my breeding. That you shall surely find him. This wretch hath part confess'd his villany: Did you and he consent in Cassio's death? It is a judgment maim'd and most imperfect, That will confess perfection so could err, Against all rules of nature, and must be driven, Why this should be. Othello FM.qxd 1/14/05 9:25 AM Page iv That death's unnatural that kills for loving. what? Othello in modern English: Act 4, Scene 1: Iago had to work fast. What! O, ay; as summer flies are in the shambles. I confess it is my shame to be so. they belie her. Quite in the wrong. my sweet Cassio! It shall be his. Go know of Cassio where he supp'd to-night. Whilst you were here o’erwhelmed with your grief– I did so: and take heed on't; Make it a darling like your precious eye; To lose't or give't away were such perdition. [To EMILIA] Some of your function, mistress; Leave procreants alone and shut the door; Your mystery, your mystery: nay, dispatch. Given to captivity me and my utmost hopes, I should have found in some place of my soul, A drop of patience: but, alas, to make me. Every inordinate cup is. But though they jump not on a just account,--. imports it. lie on her! Keep up your bright swords, for the dew will rust them. Nay, but be wise: yet we see nothing done; Have you not sometimes seen a handkerchief. I think it is: and doth affection breed it? I here do give thee that with all my heart, Which, but thou hast already, with all my heart. Vouch with me, heaven, I therefore beg it not, Nor to comply with heat--the young affects. O, I see that nose of yours, but not that dog I shall. Though that her jesses were my dear heartstrings. There’s many a beast then in a populous city, Act 1, Scene 1, Page 2 30 Wherein the toged consuls can propose As masterly as he. A street. Of years, of country, credit, every thing. If she be fair and wise, fairness and wit. O, that's an honest fellow. Reputation is an idle and most false, imposition: oft got without merit, and lost without. Awake the snorting citizens with the bell. Photo by Melissa Baker. By the mass, 'tis morning; Pleasure and action make the hours seem short. Disprove this villain, if thou be'st a man: He says thou told'st him that his wife was false: I know thou didst not, thou'rt not such a villain: I told him what I thought, and told no more. May draw with you: there’s millions now alive Or Cassio him, or each do kill the other. I do entreat that we may sup together: At every house I'll call; And raise some special officers of night. We have done our course; there's money for your pains: I pray you, turn the key and keep our counsel. If I do die before thee prithee, shroud me, She was in love, and he she loved proved mad, And did forsake her: she had a song of 'willow;'. Buys herself bread and clothes: it is a creature, That dotes on Cassio; as 'tis the strumpet's plague. As this that I have reach'd: for know, Iago. Where will you that I go. So, farewell. If she come in, she'll sure speak to my wife: My wife! Why, there's no remedy; 'tis the curse of service, And not by old gradation, where each second. go, and importune her. Make her amends; she weeps. O thou weed, Who art so lovely fair and smell'st so sweet, That the sense aches at thee, would thou hadst. Well, what is it? this is Venice; 'Zounds, sir, you are one of those that will not, serve God, if the devil bid you. Three great ones of the city. To be call'd whore? The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife. O strange! My friend is dead; 'tis done at your request: To furnish me with some swift means of death. And bade me, if I had a friend that loved her. This is a subtle whore, A closet lock and key of villanous secrets. When Cassio left my wife: what didst not like? O curse of marriage. own world, and you might quickly make it right. I hate the Moor: And it is thought abroad, that 'twixt my sheets. 'Tis like she comes to speak of Cassio's death.--, Still as the grave. Cannot but feel this wrong as 'twere their own; For if such actions may have passage free. To beguile many and be beguiled by one: Come, stand not amazed at it, but go along with, me; I will show you such a necessity in his death, that you shall think yourself bound to put it on, him. The duke's in council and your noble self. I am glad thy father's dead: Thy match was mortal to him, and pure grief. Let housewives make a skillet of my helm. Out of my sight! I would not have thee linger in thy pain: So, so. were't good?--. Pray you, lead on. Here is a letter. An old thing 'twas, but it express'd her fortune, And she died singing it: that song to-night. Though he had twinn'd with me, both at a birth. Alas, alas! O my dear Cassio! For, if she be not honest, chaste, and true, There's no man happy; the purest of their wives. Some such squire he was. That he may bless this bay with his tall ship. How is it, general? Away, I say; thou shalt know more hereafter: My wife must move for Cassio to her mistress; And bring him jump when he may Cassio find. If you say so, I hope you will not kill me. Light on the man! I'll not be far from you: do you 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, Sir, he is rash and very sudden in choler, and haply, 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. Should hazard such a place as his own second. That errs in ignorance and not in cunning. Some bloody passion shakes your very frame: These are portents; but yet I hope, I hope, That handkerchief which I so loved and gave thee. Come, lieutenant, I, have a stoup of wine; and here without are a brace, of Cyprus gallants that would fain have a measure to, 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, O, they are our friends; but one cup: I'll drink for, I have drunk but one cup to-night, and that was, craftily qualified too, and, behold, what innovation. Either in discourse of thought or actual deed. I cannot say 'whore:', To do the act that might the addition earn. Prizes the virtue that appears in Cassio. How if she be black and witty? What, ho! What, ho! He's a soldier, and for one to say a soldier lies. Sees and knows more, much more, than he unfolds. He bears the sentence well that nothing bears. Where is this rash and most unfortunate man? 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