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Of feather'd Cupid seel ) with wanton dulness
Duke. Be it as you shall privately determine, Either for her stay, or going : the affair cries—haste, And speed must answer it; you must hence to-night.
Des. To-night, my lord ?
With all my heart Duke. At nine i'the morning here we'll meet again. Othello, leave some officer behind, And he shall our commission bring to you; With such things else of quality and respect, As doth import you. Oth.
Please your grace, my ancient ;
Let it be so.—
[To BRABANTIO. If virtue no delighted beauty lack, Your son-in-law is far more fair than black.
1 Sen. Adieu, brave Moor! use Desdemona well.
Bra. Look to her, Moor; have a quick eye to see; She has deceiv'd her father, and may
thee. [Exeunt Duke, Senators, Officers, 8c.
1 A small kettle.
Oth. My life upon ber faith.- Honest Iago,
[Exeunt Othello and DESDEMONA.
lago. Well, if thou dost, I shall never love thee after it. Why, thou silly gentleman!
Rod. It is silliness to live, when to live is a torment: and then have we a prescription to die, when death is our physician.
Iago. O 'villainous ! I have looked upon the world for four times seven years ! and since I could distinguish between a benefit and an injury, I never found a man that knew how to love himself. Ere I would say, I would drown myself for the love of a Guineahen, I would change my humanity with a baboon.
Rod. What should I do? I confess, it is my shame to be so fond;4 but it is not in virtue to amend it.
Iago. Virtue ? a fig! 'tis in ourselves, that we are thus, or thus. Our bodies are our gardens; to the which, our wills are gardeners : so that if we will plant nettles, or sow lettuce ; set hyssop, and weed up thyme; supply it with one gender of herbs, or distract it with many ; either to have it steril with idleness, or manured with industry; why, the power and corrigible authority of this lies in our wills. If the balance of our lives had not one scale of reason to poise another of sensuality, the blood and baseness of our natures would conduct us to most preposterous conclusions : But we have reason to cool our raging motions, our carnal stings, our unbitted 5 lusts; whereof I take this, that you call-love, to be a sect, or scion.
Rod. It cannot be.
Iago. It is merely a lust of the blood, and a permission of the will. Come, be a man: Drown thyself? drown cats, and blind puppies. 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. Put money in thy purse; follow these wars; defeat thy favour with an usurped beard ;? I say, put money in thy purse. It cannot be, that Desdemona should long continue her love to the Moor,-put money in thy purse;—nor he his to her: it was a violent commencement, and thou shalt see an answerable sequestration ;-put but money in thy purse.—These Moors are changeable in their wills ;-fill thy purse with money: the food that to him now is as luscious as locusts, shall be to him shortly as bitter as coloquintida. She must change for youth : when she is sated with his body, she will find the error of her choice.-She must have change, she must: therefore put money in thy purse. If thou
5 Unbridled. 6 A sect is what the gardeners call a cutting.
7 Change your countenance with a false beard
wilt needs damn thyself, do it a more delicate way than drowning. Make all the money thou canst: If sanctimony and a frail vow, betwixt an erring 8 barbarian and a supersubtle Venetian, be not too hard for my wits, and all the tribe of hell, thou shalt enjoy her ; therefore make
of drowning thyself! it is clean out of the way: seek thou rather to be hanged in compassing thy joy, than to be drowned and go without her.
Rod. Wilt thou be fast to my hopes, if I depend on the issue?
Iago. Thou art sure of me;-Go, make money: -I have told thee often, and I re-tell thee again and again, I hate the Moor : My cause is hearted: thine hath no less reason: Let us be conjunctive in our revenge against him: if thou canst cuckold him, thou dost thyself a pleasure, and me a sport.
There are many events in the womb of time, which will be delivered. Traverse;' go; provide thy money. We will have more of this to-morrrow. Adieu.
Rod. Where shall we meet i'the morning ?
Iago. Go to; farewell: put money enough in your purse.
[Exit RODERIGO. Thus do I ever make
9 An ancient military word of command.
If I would time expend with such a snipe,
He holds' me well;
SCENEI. A Sea-port Town in Cyprus. A Plal
Enter MONTANO and Two Gentlemen.
Mon. What from the cape can you discern at sea ?
1 Gent. Nothing at all: it is a high-wrought flood; I cannot, 'twixt the heaven and the main, Descry a sail.