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    Othello

    by William Shakespeare
    MFFE script v5.05 CloudReader v1.05
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  • Act One Scene One

    >>> Start of Play
    Enter Roderigo, and Iago.
    ---First speech of play
    Roderigo.
    Never tell me, I take it much unkindly
    That thou, Iago, who hast had my purse
    As if the strings were thine, shouldst know of this.
    ---know of this.
    Iago.
    But you'll not hear me. If ever I did dream
    Of such a matter, abhor me.
    ---matter, abhor me.
    Roderigo.
    Thou told'st me
    Thou did'st hold him in thy hate.
    ---in thy hate.
    Iago.
    Despise me
    If I do not. Three Great ones of the City,
    In personal suit to make me his Lieutenant,
    Off-capped to him, and by the faith of man
    I know my price, I am worth no worse a place.
    But he, as loving his own pride and purposes,
    Evades them, with a bombast Circumstance
    Horribly stuffed with Epithets of war,
    Non-suits my Mediators. For 'Certes,' says he,
    'I have already chose my Officer.'
    And what was he?
    Forsooth, a great Arithmetician,
    One Michael Cassio, a Florentine,
    A Fellow almost damned in a fair Wife
    That never set a Squadron in the Field
    Nor the division of a Battle knows
    More than a Spinster - unless the Bookish Theoric,
    Wherein the Tongued Consuls can propose
    As Masterly as he. Mere prattle without practice
    Is all his Soldiership - but he, Sir, had th' election
    And I, of whom his eyes had seen the proof
    At Rhodes, at Cyprus and on other grounds,
    Christian and Heathen, must be be-leed and calmed
    By Debitor, and Creditor. This Counter-caster
    He, in good time, must his Lieutenant be
    And I, bless the mark, his Moorship's Ancient!
    ---his Moorship's Ancient!
    Roderigo.
    By heaven, I rather would have been his hangman.
    ---been his hangman.
    Iago.
    Why, there's no remedy, 'tis the curse of Service:
    Preferment goes by Letter and affection
    And not by old gradation, where each second
    Stood Heir to'th' first. Now Sir, be judge yourself
    Whether I in any just term am Affined
    To love the Moor.
    ---love the Moor?
    Roderigo.
    I would not follow him then.
    ---follow him then.
    Iago.
    O Sir, content you!
    I follow him to serve my turn upon him.
    We cannot all be Masters, nor all Masters
    Cannot be truly followed. You shall mark
    Many a duteous and knee-crooking knave
    That, doting on his own obsequious bondage,
    Wears out his time much like his Master's Ass
    For naught but Provender, and, when 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 Service 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 are Roderigo,
    Were I the Moor, I would not be Iago.
    In following him I follow but myself:
    Heaven is my judge, not I for love and duty
    But seeming so, for my peculiar end,
    For when my outward Action doth demonstrate
    The native act and figure of my heart
    In Complement 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.
    ---what I am.
    Roderigo.
    What a full Fortune does the Thickslips owe
    If he can carry't thus!
    ---can carry't thus?
    Iago.
    Call up her Father,
    Rouse him, make after him, poison his delight,
    Proclaim him in the Streets, incense her kinsmen,
    And, though he in a fertile Climate dwell,
    Plague him with Flies! Though that his Joy be Joy
    Yet throw such changes of vexation on't,
    As it may lose some colour.
    ---lose some colour.
    Roderigo.
    Here is her Father's house, I'll call aloud.
    ---I'll call aloud.
    Iago.
    Do, with like timorous accent and dire yell
    As when by Night and Negligence the Fire
    Is spied in populous Cities.
    ---in populus Cities.
    Roderigo.
    What ho! Brabantio, Signior Brabantio, ho!
    ---Signior Brabantio, ho!
    Iago.
    Awake, what ho, Brabantio! Thieves, Thieves!
    Look to your house, your daughter, and your Bags!
    Thieves, Thieves!
    ---Bags, Thieves, Thieves.
    Brabantio.
    Above.
    What is the reason of this terrible
    Summons? What is the matter there?
    ---the matter there?
    Roderigo.
    Signior, is all your Family within?
    ---your Family within?
    Iago.
    Are your Doors locked?
    ---your Doors locked?
    Brabantio.
    Why? Wherefore ask you this?
    ---ask you this?
    Iago.
    Sir, you're robbed, for shame put on your Gown!
    Your heart is burst, you have lost half your soul,
    Even now, now, very now, an old black Ram
    Is tupping your white Ewe! Arise, arise,
    Awake the snorting Citizens with the Bell
    Or else the devil will make a Grandsire of you.
    Arise I say!
    ---Arise I say!
    Brabantio.
    What, have you lost your wits?
    ---lost your wits?
    Roderigo.
    Most reverend Signior, do you know my voice?
    ---know my voice?
    Brabantio.
    Not I, what are you?
    ---what are you?
    Roderigo.
    My name is Roderigo.
    ---name is Roderigo.
    Brabantio.
    The worser welcome!
    I have charged thee not to haunt about my doors:
    In honest plaineness thou hast heard me say
    My Daughter is not for thee; and now in madness,
    Being full of Supper and distempering draughts,
    Upon malicious knavery dost thou come
    To start my quiet.
    ---start my quiet.
    Roderigo.
    Sir, Sir, Sir -
    ---Sir, Sir, Sir -
    Brabantio.
    But thou must needs be sure,
    My spirits and my place have in their power
    To make this bitter to thee.
    ---bitter to thee.
    Roderigo.
    Patience, good Sir!
    ---Patience good Sir!
    Brabantio.
    What tell'st thou me of Robbing? This is Venice:
    My house is not a Grange.
    ---not a Grange.
    Roderigo.
    Most grave Brabantio,
    In simple and pure soul, I come to you -
    ---come to you -
    Iago.
    Sir, you are one of those that will not serve God, if the devil bid you. Because we come to do you service, and you think we are Ruffians, you’ll have your Daughter covered with a Barbary horse, you’ll have your Nephews neigh to you, you’ll have Coursers for Cousins: and jennets for germans!
    ---jennets for germans!
    Brabantio.
    What profane wretch art thou?
    ---wretch art thou?
    Iago.
    I am one, Sir, that comes to tell you your Daughter and the Moor are making the Beast with two backs.
    ---with two backs.
    Brabantio.
    Thou art a Villain!
    ---art a Villain!
    Iago.
    You are a Senator!
    ---are a Senator!
    Brabantio.
    This thou shalt answer. I know thee, Roderigo!
    ---know thee Roderigo!
    Roderigo.
    Sir, I will answer anything. But I beseech you,
    If't be your pleasure and most wise consent,
    As partly I find it is, that your fair Daughter
    At this odd-even and dull watch o'th' night
    Transported with no worse nor better guard
    But with a knave of common hire, a Gondolier,
    To the gross clasps of a Lascivious Moor -
    If this be known to you, and your Allowance,
    We then have done you bold and saucy wrongs.
    But if you know not this, my Manners tell me
    We have your wrong rebuke. Do not believe
    That from the sense of all Civility
    I thus would play and trifle with your Reverence.
    Your Daughter, if you have not given her leave,
    I say again, hath made a gross revolt,
    Tying her Duty, Beauty, Wit and Fortunes
    In an extravagant and wheeling Stranger
    Of here and everywhere. Straight satisfy yourself:
    If she be in her Chamber or your house
    Let loose on me the Justice of the State
    For thus deluding you.
    ---thus deluding you.
    Brabantio.
    Strike on the Tinder, ho!
    Give me a Taper, call up all my people.
    This Accident is not unlike my dream,
    Belief of it oppresses me already.
    Light, I say, light!
    >>> I say, light!
    Exit Brabantio above.
    ---I say, light!
    Iago.
    Farewell, for I must leave you.
    It seems not meet, nor wholesome to my place,
    To be produced, as, if I stay, I shall,
    Against the Moor. For I do know the State,
    However this may gall him with some check,
    Cannot with safety cast him, for he's embarked
    With such loud reason to the Cyprus Wars,
    Which even now stands in Act, that for their souls
    Another of his Fathom they have none
    To lead their Business - in which regard,
    Though I do hate him as I do hell pains,
    Yet for necessity of present life
    I must show out a Flag and sign of Love,
    Which is indeed but sign. That you shall surely find him,
    Lead to the Sagittary the raised Search,
    And there will I be with him. So farewell.
    >>> him. So farewell.
    Exit Iago.
    Enter Brabantio, with Servants and Torches.
    ---him. So farewell.
    Brabantio.
    It is too true an evil. Gone she is,
    And what's to come of my despised time,
    Is naught but bitterness. Now Roderigo,
    Where didst thou see her? - Oh unhappy Girl! -
    With the Moor say'st thou? - Who would be a Father? -
    How didst thou know 'twas she? - Oh, she deceives me
    Past thought! - What said she to you? - Get more Tapers.
    Raise all my Kindred. Are they married, think you?
    ---married, think you?
    Roderigo.
    Truly I think they are.
    ---think they are.
    Brabantio.
    Oh Heaven, how got she out? Oh treason of the blood! -
    Fathers, from hence trust not your Daughters' minds
    By what you see them act. - Is there not Charms,
    By which the property of Youth and Maidhood
    May be abused? Have you not read, Roderigo,
    Of some such thing?
    ---some such thing?
    Roderigo.
    Yes Sir: I have indeed.
    ---I have indeed.
    Brabantio.
    Call up my Brother. - Oh would you had had her!
    Some one way, some another. - Do you know
    Where we may apprehend her, and the Moor?
    ---and the Moor?
    Roderigo.
    I think I can discover him, if you please
    To get good Guard and go along with me.
    ---along with me.
    Brabantio.
    Pray you lead on. At every house I'll call,
    I may command at most: get Weapons, hoa!
    And raise some special Officers of night:
    On good Roderigo, I will deserve your pains.
    >>> deserve your pains.
    Exeunt.
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