OTHELLO

DRAMATIS PERSONAE

(PAGINA 7)

OTHELLO



ACT IV





SCENE III Another room In the castle.



[Enter OTHELLO, LODOVICO, DESDEMONA, EMILIA and

Attendants]

LODOVICO I do beseech you, sir, trouble yourself no further.

OTHELLO O, pardon me: 'twill do me good to walk.

LODOVICO Madam, good night; I humbly thank your ladyship.

DESDEMONA Your honour is most welcome.

OTHELLO Will you walk, sir?

O,--Desdemona,--

DESDEMONA My lord?

OTHELLO Get you to bed on the instant; I will be returned

forthwith: dismiss your attendant there: look it be done.

DESDEMONA I will, my lord.

[Exeunt OTHELLO, LODOVICO, and Attendants]

EMILIA How goes it now? he looks gentler than he did.

DESDEMONA He says he will return incontinent:

He hath commanded me to go to bed,

And bade me to dismiss you.

EMILIA Dismiss me!

DESDEMONA It was his bidding: therefore, good Emilia,.

Give me my nightly wearing, and adieu:

We must not now displease him.

EMILIA I would you had never seen him!

DESDEMONA So would not I my love doth so approve him,

That even his stubbornness, his cheques, his frowns--

Prithee, unpin me,--have grace and favour in them.

EMILIA I have laid those sheets you bade me on the bed.

DESDEMONA All's one. Good faith, how foolish are our minds!

If I do die before thee prithee, shroud me

In one of those same sheets.

EMILIA Come, come you talk.

DESDEMONA My mother had a maid call'd Barbara:

She was in love, and he she loved proved mad

And did forsake her: she had a song of 'willow;'

An old thing 'twas, but it express'd her fortune,

And she died singing it: that song to-night

Will not go from my mind; I have much to do,

But to go hang my head all at one side,

And sing it like poor Barbara. Prithee, dispatch.

EMILIA Shall I go fetch your night-gown?

DESDEMONA No, unpin me here.

This Lodovico is a proper man.

EMILIA A very handsome man.

DESDEMONA He speaks well.

EMILIA I know a lady in Venice would have walked barefoot

to Palestine for a touch of his nether lip.

DESDEMONA [Singing] The poor soul sat sighing by a sycamore tree,

Sing all a green willow:

Her hand on her bosom, her head on her knee,

Sing willow, willow, willow:

The fresh streams ran by her, and murmur'd her moans;

Sing willow, willow, willow;

Her salt tears fell from her, and soften'd the stones;

Lay by these:--

[Singing]

Sing willow, willow, willow;

Prithee, hie thee; he'll come anon:--

[Singing]

Sing all a green willow must be my garland.

Let nobody blame him; his scorn I approve,-

Nay, that's not next.--Hark! who is't that knocks?

EMILIA It's the wind.

DESDEMONA [Singing] I call'd my love false love; but what

said he then?

Sing willow, willow, willow:

If I court moe women, you'll couch with moe men!

So, get thee gone; good night Ate eyes do itch;

Doth that bode weeping?

EMILIA 'Tis neither here nor there.

DESDEMONA I have heard it said so. O, these men, these men!

Dost thou in conscience think,--tell me, Emilia,--

That there be women do abuse their husbands

In such gross kind?

EMILIA There be some such, no question.

DESDEMONA Wouldst thou do such a deed for all the world?

EMILIA Why, would not you?

DESDEMONA No, by this heavenly light!

EMILIA Nor I neither by this heavenly light;

I might do't as well i' the dark.

DESDEMONA Wouldst thou do such a deed for all the world?

EMILIA The world's a huge thing: it is a great price.

For a small vice.

DESDEMONA In troth, I think thou wouldst not.

EMILIA In troth, I think I should; and undo't when I had

done. Marry, I would not do such a thing for a

joint-ring, nor for measures of lawn, nor for

gowns, petticoats, nor caps, nor any petty

exhibition; but for the whole world,--why, who would

not make her husband a cuckold to make him a

monarch? I should venture purgatory for't.

DESDEMONA Beshrew me, if I would do such a wrong

For the whole world.

EMILIA Why the wrong is but a wrong i' the world: and

having the world for your labour, tis a wrong in your

own world, and you might quickly make it right.

DESDEMONA I do not think there is any such woman.

EMILIA Yes, a dozen; and as many to the vantage as would

store the world they played for.

But I do think it is their husbands' faults

If wives do fall: say that they slack their duties,

And pour our treasures into foreign laps,

Or else break out in peevish jealousies,

Throwing restraint upon us; or say they strike us,

Or scant our former having in despite;

Why, we have galls, and though we have some grace,

Yet have we some revenge. Let husbands know

Their wives have sense like them: they see and smell

And have their palates both for sweet and sour,

As husbands have. What is it that they do

When they change us for others? Is it sport?

I think it is: and doth affection breed it?

I think it doth: is't frailty that thus errs?

It is so too: and have not we affections,

Desires for sport, and frailty, as men have?

Then let them use us well: else let them know,

The ills we do, their ills instruct us so.

DESDEMONA Good night, good night: heaven me such uses send,

Not to pick bad from bad, but by bad mend!

[Exeunt]







OTHELLO



ACT V





SCENE I Cyprus. A street.



[Enter IAGO and RODERIGO]

IAGO Here, stand behind this bulk; straight will he come:

Wear thy good rapier bare, and put it home:

Quick, quick; fear nothing; I'll be at thy elbow:

It makes us, or it mars us; think on that,

And fix most firm thy resolution.

RODERIGO Be near at hand; I may miscarry in't.

IAGO Here, at thy hand: be bold, and take thy stand.

[Retires]

RODERIGO I have no great devotion to the deed;

And yet he hath given me satisfying reasons:

'Tis but a man gone. Forth, my sword: he dies.

IAGO I have rubb'd this young quat almost to the sense,

And he grows angry. Now, whether he kill Cassio,

Or Cassio him, or each do kill the other,

Every way makes my gain: live Roderigo,

He calls me to a restitution large

Of gold and jewels that I bobb'd from him,

As gifts to Desdemona;

It must not be: if Cassio do remain,

He hath a daily beauty in his life

That makes me ugly; and, besides, the Moor

May unfold me to him; there stand I in much peril:

No, he must die. But so: I hear him coming.

[Enter CASSIO]

RODERIGO I know his gait, 'tis he.--Villain, thou diest!

[Makes a pass at CASSIO]

CASSIO That thrust had been mine enemy indeed,

But that my coat is better than thou know'st

I will make proof of thine.

[Draws, and wounds RODERIGO]

RODERIGO O, I am slain!

[IAGO from behind wounds CASSIO in the leg, and exit]

CASSIO I am maim'd for ever. Help, ho! murder! murder!

[Falls]

[Enter OTHELLO]

OTHELLO The voice of Cassio: Iago keeps his word.

RODERIGO O, villain that I am!

OTHELLO It is even so.

CASSIO O, help, ho! light! a surgeon!

OTHELLO 'Tis he:--O brave Iago, honest and just,

That hast such noble sense of thy friend's wrong!

Thou teachest me. Minion, your dear lies dead,

And your unblest fate hies: strumpet, I come.

Forth of my heart those charms, thine eyes, are blotted;

Thy bed, lust-stain'd, shall with lust's blood be spotted.

[Exit]

[Enter LODOVICO and GRATIANO]

CASSIO What, ho! no watch? no passage? murder! murder!

GRATIANO 'Tis some mischance; the cry is very direful.

CASSIO O, help!

LODOVICO Hark!

RODERIGO O wretched villain!

LODOVICO Two or three groan: it is a heavy night:

These may be counterfeits: let's think't unsafe

To come in to the cry without more help.

RODERIGO Nobody come? then shall I bleed to death.

LODOVICO Hark!

[Re-enter IAGO, with a light]

GRATIANO Here's one comes in his shirt, with light and weapons.

IAGO Who's there? whose noise is this that ones on murder?

LODOVICO We do not know.

IAGO Did not you hear a cry?

CASSIO Here, here! for heaven's sake, help me!

IAGO What's the matter?

GRATIANO This is Othello's ancient, as I take it.

LODOVICO The same indeed; a very valiant fellow.

IAGO What are you here that cry so grievously?

CASSIO Iago? O, I am spoil'd, undone by villains!

Give me some help.

IAGO O me, lieutenant! what villains have done this?

CASSIO I think that one of them is hereabout,

And cannot make away.

IAGO O treacherous villains!

What are you there? come in, and give some help.

[To LODOVICO and GRATIANO]

RODERIGO O, help me here!

CASSIO That's one of them.

IAGO O murderous slave! O villain!

[Stabs RODERIGO]

RODERIGO O damn'd Iago! O inhuman dog!

IAGO Kill men i' the dark!--Where be these bloody thieves?--

How silent is this town!--Ho! murder! murder!--

What may you be? are you of good or evil?

LODOVICO As you shall prove us, praise us.

IAGO Signior Lodovico?

LODOVICO He, sir.

IAGO I cry you mercy. Here's Cassio hurt by villains.

GRATIANO Cassio!

IAGO How is't, brother!

CASSIO My leg is cut in two.

IAGO Marry, heaven forbid!

Light, gentlemen; I'll bind it with my shirt.

[Enter BIANCA]

BIANCA What is the matter, ho? who is't that cried?

IAGO Who is't that cried!

BIANCA O my dear Cassio! my sweet Cassio! O Cassio,

Cassio, Cassio!

IAGO O notable strumpet! Cassio, may you suspect

Who they should be that have thus many led you?

CASSIO No.

GRATIANO I am to find you thus: I have been to seek you.

IAGO Lend me a garter. So. O, for a chair,

To bear him easily hence!

BIANCA Alas, he faints! O Cassio, Cassio, Cassio!

IAGO Gentlemen all, I do suspect this trash

To be a party in this injury.

Patience awhile, good Cassio. Come, come;

Lend me a light. Know we this face or no?

Alas my friend and my dear countryman

Roderigo! no:--yes, sure: O heaven! Roderigo.

GRATIANO What, of Venice?

IAGO Even he, sir; did you know him?

GRATIANO Know him! ay.

IAGO Signior Gratiano? I cry you gentle pardon;

These bloody accidents must excuse my manners,

That so neglected you.

GRATIANO I am glad to see you.

IAGO How do you, Cassio? O, a chair, a chair!

GRATIANO Roderigo!

IAGO He, he 'tis he.

[A chair brought in]

O, that's well said; the chair!

GRATIANO Some good man bear him carefully from hence;

I'll fetch the general's surgeon.

[To BIANCA]

For you, mistress,

Save you your labour. He that lies slain

here, Cassio,

Was my dear friend: what malice was between you?

CASSIO None in the world; nor do I know the man.

IAGO [To BIANCA] What, look you pale? O, bear him out

o' the air.

[CASSIO and RODERIGO are borne off]

Stay you, good gentlemen. Look you pale, mistress?

Do you perceive the gastness of her eye?

Nay, if you stare, we shall hear more anon.

Behold her well; I pray you, look upon her:

Do you see, gentlemen? nay, guiltiness will speak,

Though tongues were out of use.

[Enter EMILIA]

EMILIA 'Las, what's the matter? what's the matter, husband?

IAGO Cassio hath here been set on in the dark

By Roderigo and fellows that are scaped:

He's almost slain, and Roderigo dead.

EMILIA Alas, good gentleman! alas, good Cassio!

IAGO This is the fruit of whoring. Prithee, Emilia,

Go know of Cassio where he supp'd to-night.

[To BIANCA]

What, do you shake at that?

BIANCA He supp'd at my house; but I therefore shake not.

IAGO O, did he so? I charge you, go with me.

EMILIA Fie, fie upon thee, strumpet!

BIANCA I am no strumpet; but of life as honest

As you that thus abuse me.

EMILIA As I! foh! fie upon thee!

IAGO Kind gentlemen, let's go see poor Cassio dress'd.

Come, mistress, you must tell's another tale.

Emilia run you to the citadel,

And tell my lord and lady what hath happ'd.

Will you go on? I pray.

[Aside]

This is the night

That either makes me or fordoes me quite.

[Exeunt]

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