The Tragedy of Othello, the Moor of Venice Page #3

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he's old, cashiered.

Whip me such honest knaves!

Others there are who, trimmed

in forms and visages of duty,

keep yet their hearts attending

on themselves,

and throwing but shows of

services on their lords,

do well thrive by them, and when

they have lined their coats

do themselves homage.

These fellows have some soul,

and such a one do i profess

myself for, sir, it is as sure

as you're roderigo, were

i the moor, i would not be lago.

In following him i follow

but myself.

When my outward action doth

demonstrate the native act and

figure of my heart in compliment

extern, 'tis not long after but

i will wear my heart upon my

sleeve, for daws to peck at.

I am not what i am.

I have but an hour of love

to spend with thee.

We must obey the time.

Oh, lago, what tidings can

you tell of my lord?

He's not yet arrived, but the

turkish fleets be not enshelterd

they are drowned.

It is there! I know

othello's trumpet!

News, lads! News! The desperate

tempest hath so banged the turks

that their designment halts.

Our wars are done!

He takes her by the palm.

Well said. An excellent courtship.

With as little a web as this will i

ensnare as great a fly as cassio.

It gives me wonder great as my

content to see you here before me.

Oh, my soul's joy!

If after every tempest come such

calms, may the winds blow

till they have wakened death.

- My dear othello!

- Oh, my fair warrior!

I prattle out of fashion, and

i dote in my own comforts.

- Worthy montano, your pardon

- sir

good michael, look you

to the guard tonight.

Come, my dear love.

Once more well met at cyprus.

It is othello's pleasure that

upon certain tidings now arrived

importing the destruction of

the turkish fleet, every man

put himself into triumph.

Each man what sport and revels

his addiction lead him.

For, besides these beneficial news,

it is the celebration of

our general's nuptial.

Heaven bless the isle of cyprus

and our noble general othello!

First, i must tell thee this.

Desdemona is directly

in love with him.

With cassio?

Why, 'tis not possible.

Her eyes must be fed.

And what delight shall she

have to look on the devil?

Very nature will compel her

to the second choice.

Now sir, this granted,

who stands so eminent in the degree

of this fortune as cassio does?

Why, none! Why, none!

A slipper and subtle knave,

a devilish knave!

- He is handsome.

- Cassio?

He has all the requisites in him

that folly and green minds

look after.

Oh, a pestilent complete knave

and the woman hath found

him already.

I cannot believe that in

desdemona.

Did you not see her paddle

with the palm of his hand?

Did not mark that?

Yes, that i did, but that was

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