Rod. I will do this, if you can bring it to any opportunity. Meet me by and by at the cittadel. I Farewel.

Jago. I warrant thee.

must fetch his neceffaries afhore.

Rod. Adieu.

SCENE VIII.

Manet Jago.

Jago. That Caffio loves her, I do well believe:
That the loves him, 'tis apt, and of great credit.
The Moor, howbeit that I endure him not,
Is of a conftant, loving, noble nature,
And I dare think he'll prove to Desdemona
A most dear husband. Now I love her too,
Not out of abfolute luft, (though peradventure
I stand accountant for as great a fin,)
But partly led to diet my revenge,

For that I do fufpect the lufty Moor

Hath leapt into my feat. The thought whereof
Doth, like a poisonous mineral, gnaw my inwards;
And nothing can, or fhall content my foul
'Till I am even'd with him, wife for wife:

Or failing fo, yet that I put the Moor
At least into a jealousie so strong,

That judgment cannot cure.

Which thing to do,
If this poor trash of Venice, whom I trace
For his quick hunting, ftand the putting on;
I'll have our Michael Caffio on the hip,

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Abuse him to the Moor in the right garb,

(For I fear Caffio with my night-cap too,)

Make the Moor thank me, love me, and reward me,

For making him egregiously an afs,

And practising upon his peace and quiet,

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[Exit.

Even

confus'd,

Even to madness. 'Tis here ---- but yet
Knavery's plain face is never seen, 'till us’d.

Her. T

SCENE IX.

The STREET.

Enter Herald, with a Proclamation.

[Exit.

T is Othello's pleasure, our noble and valiant General, that upon certain tidings now arriv'd, importing the meer perdition of the Turkish fleet, every man put himself into triumph: Some to dance, fome to make bonefires, each man to what sport and revels his mind leads him.

For befides this beneficial news, it is the celebration of his nuptial. So much was his pleasure should be proclaimed. All offices are open, and there is full liberty of feasting, from this prefent hour of five, 'till the bell have toll'd eleven.

Bless the isle of Cyprus, and our noble General Othello.

Enter Othello, Defdemona, Caffio, and Attendants.

Oth. Good Michael, look you to the guard to-night. Let's teach our selves that honourable stop,

Not to out-sport discretion.

Caf. Jago hath direction what to do: But notwithstanding with my personal eye Will I look to't.

Oth. Jago is most honeft:

Michael, good night. To-morrow with your earliest,
Let me have speech with you. Come, my dear love,
The purchace made, the fruits are to ensue,
That profit's yet to come 'tween me and you.
Good night.

[Exit.

[Exeunt Othello and Defdemona.

Enter

Enter Jago.

Caf. Welcome, Jago; we must to the watch.

Jago. Not this hour, lieutenant: 'tis not yet ten o'th' clock. Our General caft us thus early for the love of his Desdemona: whom let us not therefore blame; he hath not yet made the wanton night with her: and fhe is fport for Jove.

Caf. She's a most exquisite lady.

Jago. And I'll warrant her full of game.

Caf. Indeed fhe's a moft fresh and delicate creature.

Jago. What an eye fhe has? methinks it founds a parley to provocation.

Caf. An inviting eye; and yet methinks right modest.
Jago. And when the fpeaks, is it not an alarum to love?
Caf. She is indeed perfection.

Jago. Well, happiness to their fheets: 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 black Othello.

Caf. Not to-night, good Jago: I have very poor and unhappy brains for drinking. I could well with courtefie would invent fome other custom of entertainment.

Jago. Oh, they our are friends: but one cup, I'll drink for you. Caf. 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 more.

Jago. What, man? 'tis a night of revels, the gallants defire it.

Caf. Where are they?

Jago. Here at the door; I pray you call them in.

Caf. I'll do't, but it dislikes me.

Jago. If I can fasten but one cup upon him,

[Exit Caffio.

With

With that which he hath drunko-night already,
He'll be as full of quarrel and offence

As my young mistress's dog.

Now, my fick fool, Rodorigo,

Whom love hath turn'd almost the wrong fide out,
To Desdemona hath to-night carouz'd
Potations pottle deep; and he's to watch.
Three lads of Cyprus, noble fwelling spirits,
That hold their honours in a wary distance,
The very elements of this warlike ifle,
Have I to-night flufter'd with flowing cups,

f And they watch too. Now 'mongst this flock of drunkards, Am I to put our Caffio in fome action

That may offend the ifle. But here they come.

If consequence do but approve my dream,

My boat fails freely, both with wind and stream.

Enter Caffio, Montano, and Gentlemen.

Caf. 'Fore heav'n, they have given me a rouse already.

Mont. Good faith a little one: not past a pint, as I am a foldier.

Jago. Some wine ho!

And let me the canakin clink, clink,

And let me the canakin clink.

A foldier's a man; ob man's life's but a span,

Why then let a foldier drink.

Some wine, boys.

Caf. 'Fore heav'n, an excellent fong.

[Jago fings.

Jago. I learn'd it in England: where indeed they are most potent in potting. Your Dane, your German, and your swag-belly'd

f and the watch too. ed. prim.

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Hollander, --- drink ho----are nothing to your English.
Caf. Is your Englishman fo exquifite in his drinking?

Jago. Why he drinks you with facility your Dane dead
He & Sweats not to overthrow your Almain.
He gives

drunk.
your Hollander a vomit, ere the next pottle can be fill’d.
Caf. To the health of our General.

Mont. I am for it, lieutenant: and I'll do you justice.
Jago. Oh fweet England.

King Stephen was and-a worthy peer,
His breeches coft him but a crown,
He held them fix pence all too dear,
With that he call'd the tailor lown:

He was a wight of high renown,
And thou art but of low degree:
'Tis pride that pulls the country down,
And take thy old cloak about thee.

Some wine ho.

Caf. Why this is a more exquisite song than the other.
Jago. Will you hear't again?

Caf. No, for I hold him to be unworthy of his place, that does those things. Well ---- Heaven's above all ; and there be fouls that must be faved, and there be fouls must not be faved. Jago. It's true, good lieutenant.

Caf. For mine own part, (no offence to the General, nor any man of quality;) I hope to be faved.

Jago. And fo do I

too, lieutenant.

Caf. Ay, but by your leave, not before me. The Lieutenant is to be faved before the Ancient. Let's have no more of this; let's to our affairs. Forgive our fins - gentlemen let's look to our business. Do not think, gentlemen, I am drunk: this is my Ancient; this is my right hand, and this is my left.

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