The Tragedy of Othello, the Moor of Venice Page #2

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heaven made her such a man.

She thanked me, and bade me

if i had a friend that loved her

i should but teach him how to

tell my story

and that would woo her.

Upon this hint i spake,

she loved my for the dangers

i had passed,

and i loved her that she

did pity them.

This only is the witchcraft

i have used.

I think this tale would win

my daughter, too.

Come hither, desdemona.

Do you perceive in all this

noble company

where most owe you obedience?

My noble father, i do perceive

here a divided duty.

To you i am bound for life

and education.

My life and education both do

learn me how to respect you.

You are the lord of duty.

I am hitherto your daughter.

But here's my husband.

And so much duty as my

mother showed to you

preferring you before her father

so much i challenge that i

may profess,

due to the moor, my lord.

God be with you. I have done.

When remedies are past

the griefs are ended.

Please it your grace on to

the state affairs.

The turk with a most mighty

preparation makes for cyprus.

Othello, the fortitude of the

place is vast known to you.

You must away this morning.

With all my heart.

When we consider the importance

of cyprus to the turk, we must

not think the turk is so

unskillful to leave that latest

which concerns them first,

neglecting an attempt of ease and

gain to wake and wage a danger.

Look to her, moor

if thou hast eyes to see.

She has deceived her father

and may thee.

My life upon her faith!

Mark me with what violence

she first loved the moor

but for bragging and dealing

a fantastical lie.

Will she love him still for prating?

Ah, let not thy discreet heart

think it.

- Lieutenant cassio.

- Largo

what a cannon.

I know my price.

I'm worth no worse a place.

But he, sir, had the election.

And what's he? This michael

cassio, this florentine,

that never set a squadron in the

field nor the division of a battle

knows more than a spinster.

Yet cassio must his lieutenant

be, by god bless the mark of

the fellow's ancient!

Well, i would not follow him that.

Oh, sir, content you.

I follow him to serve my turn

upon him.

Lago? Lago!

Honest lago!

I wake up on your lordship.

My desdemona must i leave

with thee.

I pray bring her after good time

to cyprus.

Well, me good lord, i'll do it.

The moor's of a free and

open nature, that thinks men

honest that seem to be so,

and will as tenderly be led by

th' nose as asses are.

We cannot all be masters.

Nor all masters cannot by

truly followed.

You shall mark many a duteous

and knee-crooking knave who

doting on his own obsequious

bondage wears out his time,

much like his master's ass, for

naught but provender; and when,

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