Othello Page #3
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Let me go with him.
Let her have your voice.
And heaven defend your good souls...
...that you think I will your serious
business scant for she is with me.
Be it as you shall privately determine.
At 9 in the morning,
here we'll meet again.
Good night to everyone.
And, noble signor...
...if virtue no delighted beauty lack...
...your son-in-law
is far more fair than black.
Look to her, Moor,
if thou hast eyes to see.
She has deceived her father
and may thee.
My life upon her faith!
Good lago, my Desdemona
must I leave to thee.
Let thy wife attend on her, and bring
them after in the best advantage.
Come, we must obey the time.
Lago!
What sayest thou, noble heart?
What will I do, thinkest thou?
Why, go to bed and sleep.
I will incontinently drown myself.
If thou dost,
I shall never love thee after.
Why, thou silly gentleman!
It is silliness to live
when to live is a torment.
Desdemona!
Villainous!
I've looked upon the world for
...and I never yet found a man that
knew how to love himself.
Ere I would say I would drown myself
for the love of a guinea hen...
...l'd change my humanity with a baboon.
- What should I do?
I confess it is my shame
to be so fond...
...but it is not in my virtue
to amend it.
Virtue? A fig.
'Tis in ourselves
that we are thus or thus.
We have reason
to cool our raging motions...
...our carnal stings, our
unbitted lusts...
...whereof I take this, which you call
love, to be a sect or scion.
It cannot be!
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 thou these wars.
Disguise thy features 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 but money in thy purse.
When she's sated with his body,
she'll find the error of her choice.
She must have change, she must.
Fill thy purse with money.
If sanctimony and a frail vow betwixt
an erring barbarian...
...and a super-subtle Venetian
be not too hard for my wits...
...and all the tribe of hell...
Therefore, put...
"Money in thy purse."
A pox on drowning, huh?
'Tis clean out of the way.
Seek thou rather to be hanged
in compassing thy joy...
...than to be drowned
and go without her.
Wilt thou be fast to my hopes?
Thou art sure of me.
There are many events in
the womb of time...
...which will be delivered.
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