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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 hea|ven, and | the main,
          ,        ,
      Descry | a sail.   \\
 
MONTANO
           ,           ,           ,        ,         ,
5     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 moun|tains melt | on them,
            ,       2     ,           ,          ,         ,
      Can hold | the mortise?| What shall | we hear | of this?
 
SECOND GENTLEMAN
         ,     ,       ,        ,         ,
10    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 mon|strous mane,
        ,          ,   ,               ,         ,
      Seems to | cast wa/ter on | the bur|ning bear,
             ,            ,       2    ,      ,       ,
15    And quench | the guards | of the e|ver-fix|ed pole:
         ,      ,          ,     ,        ,
      I ne|ver 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,
          ,      ,     ,         ,        ,
20    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 tem|pest hath | so banged || the Turks,
      <-       ,          ,         ,        ,       ,        ,      2->
        That their || design|ment halts:| a no|ble ship | of Ve||nice
             ,        ,         ,          ,      ,
      Hath seen | a grie|vous wreck | and suf|ferance
           ,      ,               ,
25    On most | part of | their fleet.
 
MONTANO
                                       ,               ,
                                      How? is | this true?
 
THIRD GENTLEMAN
            ,         ,         ,      ,    ,     o ->
      The ship | is here | put in:| a Ve|rone||sa,
       ,        ,       o        ,        ,  ->
      Mi|chael Cas|sio,   | lieuten||ant to
           ,         ,       ,     o
      The war|like Moor | Othel|lo,
           ,         ,           ,         ,        ,
30    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 wor|thy go|vernor.
 
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->
35    And prays | the Moor | be safe;| for they | were par||ted
             ,         ,   2    ,       2
      With foul | and vi|olent tem|pest.
 
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)
           ,        ,         ,         ,           ,
40    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:
          ,       ,       ,      ,       , ->
45    For e|very mi|nute 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 | defence | against | the el|ements,
          ,          ,        ,      2   ,    2     ,
50    For I | have lost | us him | on a dan|gerous sea.
 
MONTANO
        2     ,       ,
      Is he well | shipped?
 
CASSIO
                                    ,         ,        ,
                            His | bark is | stoutly | timbered,
         2     ,    2    ,     ,     3   3     ,        ,        ->
      And his pi|lot of ve|ry ex|pert and approved | allow||ance;
        ,       2     ,          ,      ,         ,
      There|fore my hopes |(not sur|feited | to death)
        ,        ,    ,
55    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 go|vernor.
 
[Guns heard]
 
SECOND GENTLEMAN
            ,         ,             ,         ,     ,
60    They do | discharge | their shot | of cour|tesy:
             ,           ,
      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   ,        ,        ,          ,
65    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.| How now?| Who has put^in?
 
[Re-enter second Gentleman]
 
SECOND GENTLEMAN
            ,     ,      ,        ,        ,     3 3->
70    'Tis one | Ia|go, an|cient to | the gen||eral.
 
CASSIO
           ,          ,   2   ,         ,       ,
      Has had | most fa|vourable | and hap|py speed:
       ,      2        T      T    T         ,         ,
      Tempests them|selves, high seas,| and how|ling winds,
           ,          ,          ,      ,       ,
      The gut|tered rocks | and con|grega|ted sands,
        ,             ,           ,          ,          ,
      Traitors | ensteeped,| to clog | the guilt|less keel,
          ,        ,          ,       ,     ,
75    As ha|ving sense | of beau|ty, do | omit
             ,       ,         ,      2     ,      ,
      Their mor|tal 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       ,         ,        ,     ,
80    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,
             ,              ,         ,     ,        ,
85    Make^love's | quick^pants | in Des|demo|na's arms,
        ,       ,      ,      3   3    ,         x
      Give re|new|ed fire | to our extinc|ted spirits
            ,          ,       ,         ,       ,
      And bring | all Cy|prus com|fort. Oh | behold,
            ,      ,         ,         ,         ,
      The rich|es of | the ship | is come | on shore:
           ,        ,        ,          ,           ,
      You men | of Cy|prus, let | her have | your knees.
        ,             ,      ,          ,           x
90    Hail to | thee la|dy: and | the grace | of heaven,
          ,        ,           ,        ,       ,
      Before,| behind | thee, and | on ev|ery hand
          ,            ,
      Enwheel | thee round.
 
[Enter DESDEMONA, EMILIA, IAGO, RODERIGO, and Attendants]
 
DESDEMONA
                                ,           ,   2    ,    2  ->
                            I thank | you. Va|liant Cas||sio,
        ,     ,     2            ,        ,        ,
      What | tidings can | you tell | me of | my lord?
 
CASSIO
          ,        ,        ,           ,        ,
95    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 com|pany?
 
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
             ,           ,        ,        ,    ,
100   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->
105   That I | extend | my man|ners; 'tis  my bree||ding
             ,                 ,    ,         ,     ,
      That gives | me this / bold show | of cour|tesy.
 
[Kissing her]
 
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
                              ,         ,          ,
110                         Alas:| she has | no speech.
 
IAGO
           ,           ,    oo
      In faith,| too much;|
      <-    ,         ,           ,          ,         ,   ->
        I find | it still,|| when I | have list | to sleep:
       ,          ,           ,     ,        ,   ->
      Marry,| before || your la|dyship,| I grant,
            ,           ,         ,       ,         ,   ->
      She puts | her tongue || a lit|tle in | her heart,
            ,             ,         o  ->
115   And chides | with think||ing.
 
EMILIA
       ,          ,         ,         ,
      You have | little | cause to | say so.
 
IAGO
Come on, come on; you are pictures out of doors, bells in your parlors, wild-cats in your kitchens, saints in your injuries, devils being offended, players in your housewifery, and housewives in your beds.
 
DESDEMONA
      __   ___     ,            ,     ,
      Oh | fie | upon | thee, slan|derer.
 
IAGO
       ,             ,         ,       ,       ,
      Nay, it | is true:| or else | I am | a Turk:
            ,         ,         ,       ,         ,
      You rise | to play | and go | to bed | to work.
 
EMILIA
            ,           ,           ,
120   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
      O gen|tle la|dy, do | not put | me to it;
          ,       ,         ,        ,     ,
      For I | am no|thing, if | not cri|tical.
 
DESDEMONA
        ,          ,             ,      ,            ,        ->
125   Come on,| assay.| There's one | gone to | the har||bour?
 
IAGO
       ,     ,
      Aye | madam.
 
DESDEMONA
                           ,   ,       ,        ,       ,  ->
                   I am / not mer|ry; but || I do | beguile
            ,        ,       ,        ,       ,  ->
      The thing | I am,| by see||ming o|therwise.
        ,            ,              ,
      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 labours, and thus she is delivered.  If she be fair and wise, fairness and wit, the one's for use, the other useth it.
 
DESDEMONA
              ,       ,        ,         ,          ,
130   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
           ,      ,         ,         ,          ,
135   She ne|ver yet | was foo|lish that | was fair;
          ,    2     ,        ,          ,        ,
      For e|ven 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 foo|lish there|unto,
            ,             ,             ,          ,          ,
      But does | foul* pranks | which fair | and wise | ones do.
 
DESDEMONA
O 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 e|ver fair | and ne|ver proud,
             ,          ,         ,         ,       ,
140   Had tongue | at will | and yet | was ne|ver loud,
       ,         ,     ,                ,          ,
      Never | lacked gold / and yet | went ne|ver gay,
        ,               ,         ,          ,       ,
      Fled from | her wish | and yet | said now | I may,
            ,      2    ,         ,        ,       2     ,
      She that | being an|gered, her | revenge | being nigh,
        ,                ,         ,         ,        ,
      Bade her | wrong^stay | and her | displea|sure fly,
       ,             ,       ,      ,         ,
145   She that | in wis|dom ne|ver 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 sui|tors fol|lowing and | not look | behind,
       ,            ,       ,       ,            ,
      She was | a wight (if e|ver such | wight^were)
 
DESDEMONA
To do what?
 
IAGO
           ,       ,           ,            ,     ,
150   To suck|le fools | and chro|nicle / small beer.
 
DESDEMONA
O 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 [Aside]
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 won|der great | as my | content
          ,          ,        ,         2       ,     ,
      To see | you here | before | me. O my / soul's joy:
          ,      ,      ,                ,    ,
155   If af|ter ev|ery tem|pest come / such calms,
                  ,     ,           ,          ,         ,
      May the / winds blow | till they | have wa|kened death:
           ,         ,    2      ,            ,          ,
      And let | the la|bouring 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,
              ,              ,   ,       ,        ,
160   'Twere now | to be / most hap|py; for | I fear,
           ,          ,         ,        ,     ,
      My soul | hath her | content | so ab|solute
            ,      ,       ,         ,         ,
      That not | ano|ther com|fort like | to this
           ,         ,         ,
      Succeeds | in un|known fate.
 
DESDEMONA
                                          x          ,
                                   The heavens | forbid
            ,          ,          ,           ,          ,
165   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:
      <-      ,          ,           ,        ,         ,
170     And this,| and this || the grea|test dis|cords be
      <-      ,           ,              ,  ->
        That ere | our hearts || shall make.
 
[Kisses her]
 
IAGO [Aside]
       ,             ,     ,       ,
      Oh you | are well | tuned | now:
      <-         ,          ,          ,           ,          ,
        But || I'll set | down the | pegs that | make this | music,
          ,       ,      ,   oo
      As hon|est as | I am.|
 
OTHELLO
                                 __
175                             Come,
       ,        ,        ,       oo
      Let us | to the | castle.|
      <- __       ___           ,          ,          ,            ,
        News ||(friends)| our wars | are done:| the Turks | are drowned.
            ,        ,        ,          ,          ,
      How does | my old | acquain|tance of | this isle?
       ,        ,       2       ,       ,         ,
      (Honey)| you shall be | well de|sired in | Cyprus;
       2       ,             ,       ,            ,        ,
180   I have found | great^love | amongst | them. O | my sweet,
          ,       ,        ,         ,        ,
      I prat|tle out | of fa|shion, and | I dote
        2      ,     ,            ,          ,     ,     ->
      In mine^own | comforts.| I pri|thee, good | Ia||go,
       ,     2     ,         ,      ,        ,        ->
      Go | to the bay | and dis|embark | my cof||fers:
        ,         2     ,       ,        ,    ,
      Bring | thou the mas|ter to | the cit|adel;
          ,       ,     ,              ,       ,
185   He is | a good | one, and | his wor|thiness
             ,          ,        ,           ,     ,     ->
      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 harbour. Come hither. If thou be'st 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: and will she 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, again to inflame it and to give satiety a fresh appetite, loveliness in favour, 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't 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 favourably 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     ,       ,         ,
190   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
          ,         ,        ,         ,        ,
195   I stand | accoun|tant 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;
           ,        ,         ,          ,         ,
200   And no|thing 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 jea|lousy | so strong
             ,        ,        ,            ,         ,
      That judg|ment can|not cure.| Which thing | to do,
                  ,    ,         ,         ,        ,
205   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
210   Make the | Moor* thank | me, love | me and reward | me.
           ,       ,      ,        ,       ,
      For ma|king 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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