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Othello

Act II, Scene 1

A Sea-port in Cyprus. An open place near the quay. Enter MONTANO and two Gentlemen
 
MONTANO
        ,               ,         ,        ,         ,
      What from | the cape,| can you | discern | at sea?
 
FIRST GENTLEMAN
       ,            ,     ,   2      T    T      T
      Nothing | at all,| it is a | highwrought flood:
         ,         ,          ,        ,          ,
      I can|not 'twixt | the heav|en, and | the main,
          ,        ,
      Descry | a sail.   \\
 
MONTANO
           ,           ,           ,        ,         ,
      Methinks,| the wind | hath spoke | aloud | at land,
         ,        ,            ,          ,       ,
      A ful|ler blast | nere shook | our bat|tlements:
          ,         ,    2     ,     ,         ,
      If it | hath ruf|fianed so | upon | the sea,
             ,        ,           ,          ,         ,
      What ribs | of oak,| when mount|ains melt | on them,
            ,       2     ,           ,          ,         ,
      Can hold | the mortise.| What shall | we hear | of this?
 
SECOND GENTLEMAN
         ,     ,       ,        ,         ,
      A seg|rega|tion of | the Tur|kish fleet:
           ,         ,       ,         ,         ,
      For do | but stand | upon | the foa|ming shore,
            ,       ,        ,          ,           ,
      The chid|den bil|low seems | to pelt | the clouds,
            ,            ,            ,         ,           ,
      The wind-|shaked^surge,| with high | and monst|rous mane
        ,          ,   ,               ,         ,
      Seems to | cast wa/ter on | the burn|ing bear,
             ,            ,       2    ,      ,       ,
      And quench | the guards | of the ev|er-fix|ed pole:
         ,      ,          ,     ,        ,
      I nev|er did | like mo|lesta|tion view
        3   3   ,        ,
      On the encha|fed flood.
 
MONTANO
                              ,             ,         ,
                             If that | the Tur|kish fleet
          ,        ,          ,        ,         2       ,
      Be not | enshel|tered, and | embayed,| they are drowned,
          ,      ,     ,         ,        ,
      It is | impos|sible | to bear | it out.
 
[Enter a third Gentleman]
 
THIRD GENTLEMAN
        T    T  (T)         ,          ,
      News lads:    | our wars | are done:
      <-     ,    2     ,         ,          ,            ,
        The des|perate temp|est hath | so banged || the Turks,
      <-       ,          ,         ,        ,       ,        ,      2->
        That their || design|ment halts.| a nob|le ship | of Ve||nice,
             ,        ,         ,          ,      ,
      Hath seen | a griev|ous wreck | and suf|ferance
           ,      ,               ,
      On most | part of | their fleet.
 
MONTANO
                                       ,               ,
                                      How? is | this true?
 
THIRD GENTLEMAN
            ,         ,         ,      ,    ,     o ->
The ship | is here | put in:| a Ve|rone||sa, Michael Cassio
       ,        ,       o        ,        ,  ->
Lieuten||ant to the war|like Moor,| Othel|lo,
           ,         ,           ,         ,        ,
      Is come | on shore,| the Moor | himself | at sea,
       ,    2       ,       ,          ,         ,
      And is in | full com|mission | here for | Cyprus.
 
MONTANO
       2     ,      x              ,       ,     ,
      I am glad | on it:
'Tis | a worth|y gov|ernor.
 
THIRD GENTLEMAN
                   ,   ,          ,          ,         ,       ->
      But this / same Cas|sio, though | he speak | of com||fort,
        ,      2     ,         ,       2     ,      ,
      Touch|ing the Tur|kish loss,| yet he looks | sadly,
            ,           ,         ,          ,          ,      2->
      And prays | the Moor | be safe;| for they | were par||ted
             ,         ,   2    ,       2
      With foul | and vi|olent temp|est.
 
MONTANO
                                                 x          ,
                                         Pray^heavens | he be:
          ,           ,           ,         ,         ,
      For I | have served | him, and | the man | commands
          2    ,     ,          ,     2       T   T    T
      Like a full | soldier.| Let's to the | seaside (ho)
           ,        ,         ,         ,           ,
      As well | to see | the ves|sel that's | come in,
        2     ,      ,          ,          ,       ,
      As to throw | out our | eyes for | brave O|thello,
      ,        ,         ,          ,              ,    2    , ->
      Even | till we | make the | main, and | the ae||rial blue,
          ,      ,         ,
      An in|distinct | regard.
 
THIRD GENTLEMAN
                                 ,             ,    ->
                               Come, let's || do so;
          ,       ,       ,      ,       , ->
      For ev|ery min|ute is | expec||tancy
           ,       ,        o   oo
      Of more | arri|vance.   |
 
[Enter CASSIO]
 
CASSIO
              ,         ,   2    ,         ,         ,
      Thanks you,| the va|liant of | this war|like isle,
            ,       ,           ,        ,           x
      That so | approve | the Moor:| Oh let | the heavens
        ,            ,         ,          ,    ,
      Give him | defense | against | the el|ements,
          ,          ,        ,      2   ,    2     ,
      For I | have lost | us him | on a dang|erous sea.
 
MONTANO
        2     ,       ,
      Is he well | shipped?
 
CASSIO
                                    ,         ,        ,
His | bark is | stoutly | timbered, and his pilot
         2     ,    2    ,     ,     3   3     ,        ,        ->
Of ve|ry ex|pert, and approved | allow||ance;
        ,       2     ,          ,      ,         ,
      There|fore my hopes |(not surf|eited | to death)
        ,        ,    ,
      Stand in bold cure.   ????
 
GENTLEMAN [within]
                              ,        ,        ,
                          A sail,| a sail,| a sail.
 
[Enter a fourth Gentleman]
 
CASSIO
             ,
      What noise?  ????
 
FOURTH GENTLEMAN
            ,        ,       ,         ,      2     ,
      The town | is emp|ty; on | the brow | of the sea
              ,         ,        ,          ,        ,
      Stand^ranks | of pe|ople, and | they cry,| a sail.
 
CASSIO
           ,          ,          ,         ,     ,
      My hopes | do shape | him for | the gov|ernor.
 
[Guns heard]
 
SECOND GENTLEMAN
            ,         ,             ,         ,     ,
      They do | discharge | their shot | of court|esy,
             ,           ,
      Our friends,| at least.
 
CASSIO
                               ,         ,         ,
                           I pray | you sir,| go forth,
            ,         ,           ,          ,       ,
      And give | us truth | who 'tis | that is | arrived.
 
SECOND GENTLEMAN
I shall.
 
[Exit]
 
MONTANO
            ,         ,        ,         ,   2     ,
      But good | lieuten|ant, is | your gen|eral wived?
 
CASSIO
            ,     2   ,        ,        ,          ,
      Most for|tunately:| he hath | achieved | a maid
            ,     ,        ,                 ,    ,
      That par|agons | descrip|tion, and / wild fame:
       ,             ,           ,         ,     2     ,
      One that | excels | the quirks | of bla|zoning pens,
           ,      2   ,        ,        ,      ,      2->
      And in | the essen|tial ves|ture of | crea||tion,
             ,         ,     ,         ,       3   3     ,
      Does tire | the en|gineer.

[enter GENTLEMAN]

How now?| Who has put^in?
 
SECOND GENTLEMAN
            ,     ,      ,        ,        ,     3 3->
      'Tis one | Ia|go, an|cient to | the gen||eral.
 
CASSIO
           ,          ,  2   ,         ,       ,
      Has had | most fav|orable,| and hap|py speed:
       ,      2        T      T    T         ,         ,
      Tempests them|selves, high seas,| and howl|ing winds,
           ,          ,          ,      ,       ,
      The gut|tered rocks,| and con|grega|ted sands,
        ,             ,           ,          ,          ,
      Traitors | ensteeped,| to clog | the guilt|less keel,
          ,        ,          ,       ,     ,
      As hav|ing sense | of beaut|y, do | omit
             ,       ,         ,      2     ,      ,
      Their mort|al na|tures, let|ting go safe|ly by
               ,   ,     ,
      The di/vine Des|demo|na.
 
MONTANO
                                ,        ,
                              What | is she?
 
CASSIO
       ,      2      ,              ,      ,           ,
      She that I | spake of:
Our great | captain's | captain,
        ,    2       ,         ,        ,     ,
      Left in the | conduct | of the | bold I|ago,
              ,        ,       ,     ,             ,
      Whose foot|ing here | anti|cipates | our thoughts,
         ,            ,             ,       ,       ,
      A sen|night's speed.| Great^Jove,| Othel|lo guard,
            ,           ,                 ,    x          ,
      And swell | his sail | with thine^/own power|ful breath,
            ,         ,           ,                 ,    ,
      That he | may bless | this bay | with his / tall ship,
             ,              ,         ,     ,        ,
      Make^love's | quick^pants | in Des|demo|na's arms,
        ,       ,       ,    2          ,         x
      Give re|newed | fire to our | extinc|ted spirits.

[Enter DESDEMONA, EMILIA, IAGO, RODERIGO, and Attendants]
            ,          ,       ,         ,       ,
Oh | behold,
            ,      ,         ,         ,         ,
      The rich|es of | the ship | is come | on shore:
           ,        ,        ,          ,           ,
      You men | of Cy|prus, let | her have | your knees.
        ,             ,      ,          ,           x
      Hail to | thee la|dy: and | the grace | of heaven,
          ,        ,           ,        ,       ,
      Before,| behind | thee, and | on eve|ry hand
          ,            ,
      Enwheel | thee round. 
 
DESDEMONA
                                ,           ,   2    ,    2  ->
                            I thank | you. Va|liant Cas||sio,
        ,     ,     2            ,        ,        ,
      What | tidings can | you tell | me of | my lord?
 
CASSIO
          ,        ,        ,           ,        ,
      He is | not yet | arrived,| nor know | I aught
            ,           ,          ,         ,        ,
      But that | he's well,| and will | be short|ly here.
 
DESDEMONA
       ,            ,          ,         ,    ,
      Oh, but | I fear:
How lost | you comp|any?
 
CASSIO
            ,         ,        ,        ,          ,
      The great | conten|tion of | the sea,| and skies
       ,            ,       ,          ,        ,
      Parted | our fel|lowship.| But hark,| a sail.
 
[Within 'A sail, a sail!' Guns heard]
 
SECOND GENTLEMAN
             ,           ,        ,        ,    ,
      They give | this gree|ting to | the ci|tadel:
             ,        ,        ,
      This like|wise is | a friend.
 
CASSIO
                                     ,              ,
                                    See for | the news:
            ,         ,         ,         ,        ,         ->
      Good an|cient, you | are wel|come. Wel|come mis||tress:
       ,      2      ,          ,           ,     ,     2->
      Let | it not gall | your pa|tience (good | Ia||go)
           ,       ,        ,          ,        ,       2->
      That I | extend | my man|ners. 'Tis  my bree||ding,
             ,                 ,    ,         ,     ,
      That gives | me this / bold show | of court|esy.
 
IAGO
       ,                 ,         ,     ,             ,
      Sir, would | she give | you so | much of | her lips,
          ,          ,          ,        ,         ,
      As of | her tongue | she oft | bestows | on me,
               ,       ,
      You'll have | enough.
 
DESDEMONA
                              ,         ,          ,
                            Alas:| she has | no speech.
 
IAGO
           ,           ,    oo
      In faith,| too much:|
      <-    ,         ,           ,          ,         ,   ->
        I find | it still,|| when I | have list | to sleep.
       ,          ,           ,     ,        ,   ->
      Marry | before || your lad|yship,| I grant,
            ,           ,         ,       ,         ,   ->
      She puts | her tongue || a lit|tle in | her heart,
            ,             ,         o  ->
      And chides | with think||ing.
 
EMILIA
       ,          ,         ,         ,
      You have | little | cause to | say so.
 
IAGO
Come on, come on: you are pictures out of door: bells in your parlors: wildcats in your kitchens: saints in your injuries: devils being offended: players in your housewifery, and housewives in your beds.
 
DESDEMONA
      __   ___     ,            ,     ,
      Oh | fie | upon | thee, sland|erer.
 
IAGO
       ,             ,         ,       ,       ,
      Nay, it | is true:| or else | I am | a Turk,
            ,         ,         ,       ,         ,
      You rise | to play,| and go | to bed | to work.
 
EMILIA
            ,           ,           ,
      You shall | not write | my praise.
 
IAGO
                                          ,            ,
                                         No, let | me not.
 
DESDEMONA
        ,         2         ,         ,         ,                ,
      What wouldst thou | write of | me, if | thou shouldst | praise me?
 
IAGO
          ,       ,      ,        ,         x
      Oh gent|le la|dy, do | not put | me to it,
          ,       ,         ,        ,     ,
      For I | am noth|ing, if | not cri|tical.
 
DESDEMONA
        ,          ,             ,      ,            ,        ->
      Come on,| assay.
There's one | gone to | the har||bor?
 
IAGO
       ,     ,
      Aye | madam.
 
DESDEMONA
                           ,   ,       ,        ,       ,  ->
                   I am / not mer|ry: but || I do | beguile
            ,        ,       ,        ,       ,  ->
      The thing | I am,| by see||ming oth|erwise.
        ,            ,              ,
      Come, how | wouldst thou | praise me?
 
IAGO
I am about it, but indeed my invention comes from my pate, as birdlime does from frize, it plucks out brains and all. But my Muse labors, and thus she is delivered.  If she be fair, and wise: fairness and wit, the one's for use, the other useth it.
 
DESDEMONA
              ,       ,        ,         ,          ,
      Well praised:
How if | she be | black and | witty?
 
IAGO
          ,         ,           ,        ,       ,
      If she | be black,| and there|to have | a wit,
               ,        ,            ,           ,         ,
      She'll find | a white,| that shall | her black|ness fit.
 
DESDEMONA
        ,            ,
      Worse, and | worse.
 
EMILIA
                                     ,         ,       o
                          How | if fair, and fool|ish?
 
IAGO
           ,      ,         ,         ,          ,
      She nev|er yet | was fool|ish that | was fair,
          ,    2     ,        ,          ,        ,
      For ev|en her fol|ly helped | her to | an heir.
 
DESDEMONA
These are old fond paradoxes, to make fools laugh in the alehouse. What miserable praise hast thou for her that's foul, and foolish?
 
IAGO
                ,         ,         ,         ,      ,
      There's none | so foul | and fool|ish there|unto,
            ,             ,             ,          ,          ,
      But does | foul* pranks,| which fair,| and wise | ones do.
 
DESDEMONA
Oh heavy ignorance: thou praisest the worst best. But what praise couldst thou bestow on a deserving woman indeed? One, that in the authority of her merit, did justly put on the vouch of very malice itself.
 
IAGO
       ,             ,       ,         ,       ,
      She that | was ev|er fair,| and nev|er proud,
             ,          ,         ,         ,       ,
      Had tongue | at will,| and yet | was nev|er loud:
       ,         ,     ,                ,          ,
      Never | lacked gold,/ and yet | went nev|er gay,
        ,               ,         ,          ,       ,
      Fled from | her wish,| and yet | said now | I may.
            ,      2    ,         ,        ,       2     ,
      She that | being ang|ered, her | revenge | being nigh,
        ,                ,         ,         ,        ,
      Bade her | wrong^stay,| and her | displeas|ure fly:
       ,             ,       ,      ,         ,
      She that | in wis|dom nev|er was | so frail,
            ,           ,       ,             ,          ,
      To change | the cod's | head for | the sal|mon's tail:
       ,                 ,           ,         ,           ,
      She that | could think,| and nere | disclose | her mind,
           ,        ,     2     ,          ,        ,
      See suit|ors fol|lowing, and | not look | behind:
       ,            ,           x      T    T     T
      She was | a wight, |(if ever | such wight were)
 
DESDEMONA
To do what?
 
IAGO
           ,       ,           ,            ,     ,
      To suck|le fools,| and chro|nicle / small beer.
 
DESDEMONA
Oh most lame and impotent conclusion. Do not learn of him, Emilia, though he be thy husband. How say you (Cassio) is he not a most profane, and liberal counsellor?
 
CASSIO
He speaks home (madam) You may relish him more in the soldier than in the scholar.
 
IAGO
He takes her by the palm: aye, well said, whisper. With as little a web as this, will I ensnare as great a fly as Cassio. Aye smile upon her, do: I will gyve thee in thine own courtship. You say true, 'tis so indeed. If such tricks as these strip you out of your lieutenantry, it had been better you had not kissed your three fingers so oft, which now again you are most apt to play the sir, in. Very good: well kissed, an excellent courtesy: 'tis so indeed. Yet again, your fingers to your lips? would they were clyster-pipes for your sake.
The Moor I know his trumpet.
 
[Trumpet within]
 
CASSIO
'Tis truly so.
 
DESDEMONA
Let's meet him, and receive him.
 
CASSIO
Lo, where he comes.
 
[Enter OTHELLO and Attendants]
 
OTHELLO
      ,         ,   ,
      O, my | fair war/rior.
 
DESDEMONA
                                ,       ,     2->
                           My dear | Othel|lo.
 
OTHELLO
           ,         ,        ,         ,        ,
      It gives | me wond|er great,| as my | content
          ,          ,        ,         2       ,     ,
      To see | you here | before | me.
O my / soul's joy:
          ,      ,      ,                 ,    ,
      If aft|er eve|ry temp|est, come / such calms,
                  ,     ,           ,          ,         ,
      May the / winds blow,| till they | have wa|kened death:
           ,         ,   2      ,            ,          ,
      And let | the lab|oring bark | climb hills | of seas
        ,        ,          ,       ,        ,
      Olym|pus-high:| and duck | again | as low,
            ,             x         ,         ,        ,
      As hell's | from heaven.| If it | were now | to die,
              ,              ,   ,       ,        ,
      'Twere now | to be / most hap|py, for | I fear,
           ,          ,         ,        ,     ,
      My soul | hath her | content | so abs|olute,
            ,      ,       ,         ,         ,
      That not | anoth|er com|fort like | to this,
           ,         ,         ,
      Succeeds | in un|known fate.
 
DESDEMONA
                                          x          ,
                                   The heavens | forbid
            ,          ,          ,           ,          ,
      But that | our loves
And com|forts should | increase
      ,       ,         ,        __    oo
      Even | as our | days do | grow.|
 
OTHELLO
        ,         ,              x
      Amen | to that |(sweet* powers)
      <-   ,        ,         ,          ,         ,
        I can|not speak || enough | of this | content,
      <-     ,          ,         ,         ,        ,
        It stops | me here:|| it is | too much | of joy.
      <-      ,          ,           ,        ,         ,
        And this,| and this || the great|est dis|cords be
      <-      ,           ,              ,  ->
        That ere | our hearts || shall make.
 
IAGO
       ,             ,     ,       ,
      Oh you | are well | tuned | now: but I'll set down
      <-         ,          ,          ,           ,          ,
The | pegs that | make this | music, as hon|est as | I am.|
 
OTHELLO
                                 __
Come, let us | to the | castle.|
      <- __       ___           ,          ,          ,            ,
        News ||(friends)| our wars | are done:
The Turks | are drowned.
            ,        ,        ,          ,          ,
      How does | my old | acquaint|ance of | this isle?
       ,        ,       2       ,       ,         ,
      (Honey)| you shall be | well de|sired in | Cyprus.
       2       ,             ,       ,            ,        ,
      I have found | great^love | amongst | them. O | my sweet,
          ,       ,        ,         ,        ,
      I prat|tle out | of fash|ion, and | I dote
        2      ,     ,            ,          ,     ,     ->
      In mine^own | comforts.| I prith|ee, good | Ia||go,
       ,     2     ,         ,      ,        ,        ->
      Go | to the bay,| and dis|embark | my cof||fers:
        ,         2     ,       ,        ,    ,
      Bring | thou the mast|er to | the cit|adel,
          ,       ,     ,              ,       ,
      He is | a good | one, and | his worth|iness
             ,          ,        ,           ,     ,     ->
      Does chal|lenge much | respect.| Come^Des|demo||na,
        ,      T    T   T        ,       o
      Once | more well met | at Cy|prus.
 
[Exeunt OTHELLO, DESDEMONA, and Attendants]
 
IAGO
Do thou meet me presently at the harbor. Come hither, if thou beest valiant, (as they say base men being in love, have then a nobility in their natures, more than is native to them) list me; The lieutenant tonight watches on the court of guard. First, I must tell thee this: Desdemona, is directly in love with him.
 
RODERIGO
With him? Why, 'tis not possible.
 
IAGO
Lay thy finger thus: and let thy soul be instructed. Mark me with what violence she first loved the Moor, but for bragging, and telling her fantastical lies. To love him still for prating, let not thy discreet heart think it. Her eye must be fed. And what delight shall she have to look on the devil? When the blood is made dull with the act of sport, there should be a game to inflame it, and to give satiety a fresh appetite. Loveliness in favor, sympathy in years, manners, and beauties: all which the Moor is defective in. Now for want of these required conveniences, her delicate tenderness will find itself abused, begin to heave the gorge, disrelish and abhor the Moor, very nature will instruct her in it, and compel her to some second choice. Now sir, this granted (as it is a most pregnant and unforced position) who stands so eminent in the degree of this fortune, as Cassio does: a knave very voluble: no further conscionable, than in putting on the mere form of civil, and humane seeming, for the better compassing of his salt, and most hidden loose affection? why none, why none: a slipper, and subtle knave, a finder of occasions: that has an eye can stamp, and counterfeit advantages, though true advantage never present itself. A devilish knave: Besides, the knave is handsome, young: and hath all those requisites in him, that folly and green minds look after. A pestilent complete knave, and the woman hath found him already.
 
RODERIGO
I cannot believe that in her, she's full of most blessed condition.
 
IAGO
Blessed fig's-end. The wine she drinks is made of grapes. If she had been blessed, she would never have loved the Moor: Blessed pudding. Didst thou not see her paddle with the palm of his hand? didst not mark that?
 
RODERIGO
Yes, that I did: but that was but courtesy.
 
IAGO
Lechery by this hand: an index, and obscure prologue to the history of lust and foul thoughts. They met so near with their lips, that their breaths embraced together. Villanous thoughts Roderigo, when these mutualities so marshal the 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 tonight: for the command, I'll lay it upon you. Cassio knows you not: 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 favorably minister.
 
RODERIGO
Well.
 
IAGO
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. 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.
 
RODERIGO
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.
 
RODERIGO
Adieu.
 
[Exit]
 
IAGO
            ,        ,          ,        ,           x
      That Cas|sio loves | her, I | do well | believe it:
            ,           ,          ,      2       ,      ,
      That she | loves him,| 'tis apt, and of | great | credit.
            ,        ,   2     ,       ,         ,
      The Moor |(howbe|it that I | endure | him not)
       ,   2     ,          ,        ,       ,
      Is of a | constant,| loving,| noble | nature,
         2    ,      ,              ,         ,     ,
      And I dare | think, he'll | prove to | Desde|mona
       2       ,     ,            ,        ,         ,
      A most dear | husband.| Now I | do love | her too,
       ,     2      ,   2       ,              ,     ,
      Not out of | absolute | lust, (though | perad|venture
          ,         ,        ,         ,        ,
      I stand | account|ant for | as great | a sin)
            ,      ,        ,     ,       ,
      But part|ly led | to di|et my | revenge,
            ,       ,       ,          ,       ,
      For that | I do | suspect | the lus|ty Moor
              ,        ,        ,           ,            ,
      Hath leaped | into | my seat.| the thought | whereof,
        ,       2     ,   2       ,  2       ,        ,
      Doth (like a | poisonous | mineral)| gnaw my | inwards:
           ,        ,         ,          ,         ,
      And noth|ing can,| or shall | content | my soul
           ,       ,        ,           ,          ,
      Till I | am ev|ened with | him, wife,| for wist.
          ,        ,         ,       ,          ,
      Or fai|ling so,| yet that | I put | the Moor,
           ,        ,      ,      ,         ,
      At least | into | a jeal|ousy | so strong
             ,        ,        ,            ,         ,
      That judg|ment can|not cure.| Which thing | to do,
                  ,    ,         ,         ,        ,
      If this / poor trash | of Ven|ice, whom | I trash
                  ,    ,          ,          ,        ,
      For his / quick hun|ting, stand | the put|ting on,
             ,         ,        ,   2   ,        ,
      I'll have | our Mi|chael Cas|sio on | the hip,
         ,         ,         ,               ,    ,
      Abuse | him to | the Moor,| in the / rank garb
          2    ,     ,  2      ,         T    T   T
      (For I fear | Cassio | with my | night-cap too)
        ,                ,           ,      3    3    ,       o
      Make the | Moor* thank | me, love | me, and reward | me,
           ,       ,      ,        ,       ,
      For mak|ing him | egre|giously | an ass,
            ,    3   3  ,          ,          ,
      And prac|tising upon | his peace,| and qui||et,
      <- ,     2    ,        o          ,         ,          ,
         E||ven to mad|ness.   | 'Tis here,| but yet | confused,
       ,           ,       ,         ,        ,           __
      Knave|ry's plain | face, is | never | seen, till | used.
 
[Exit]

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