Act One Scene One
>>> Start of Play
Enter Roderigo, and Iago.
---First speech of play
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.
But you'll not hear me. If ever I did dream
Of such a matter, abhor me.
---matter, abhor me.
Thou told'st me
Thou did'st hold him in thy hate.
---in thy hate.
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 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!
By heaven, I rather would have been his hangman.
---been his hangman.
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?
I would not follow him then.
---follow him then.
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.
What a full Fortune does the Thickslips owe
If he can carry't thus!
---can carry't thus?
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.
Here is her Father's house, I'll call aloud.
---I'll call aloud.
Do, with like timorous accent and dire yell
As when by Night and Negligence the Fire
Is spied in populous Cities.
---in populus Cities.
What ho! Brabantio, Signior Brabantio, ho!
---Signior Brabantio, ho!
Awake, what ho, Brabantio! Thieves, Thieves!
Look to your house, your daughter, and your Bags!
---Bags, Thieves, Thieves.
What is the reason of this terrible
Summons? What is the matter there?
---the matter there?
Signior, is all your Family within?
---your Family within?
Are your Doors locked?
---your Doors locked?
Why? Wherefore ask you this?
---ask you this?
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!
What, have you lost your wits?
---lost your wits?
Most reverend Signior, do you know my voice?
---know my voice?
Not I, what are you?
---what are you?
---name is Roderigo.
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.
Sir, Sir, Sir -
---Sir, Sir, Sir -
But thou must needs be sure,
My spirits and my place have in their power
To make this bitter to thee.
---bitter to thee.
---Patience good Sir!
What tell'st thou me of Robbing? This is Venice:
My house is not a Grange.
---not a Grange.
Most grave Brabantio,
In simple and pure soul, I come to you -
---come to you -
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!
What profane wretch art thou?
---wretch art thou?
I am one, Sir, that comes to tell you your Daughter and the Moor are making the Beast with two backs.
---with two backs.
Thou art a Villain!
---art a Villain!
You are a Senator!
---are a Senator!
This thou shalt answer. I know thee, Roderigo!
---know thee 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.
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!
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.
Enter Brabantio, with Servants and Torches.
---him. So farewell.
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?
Truly I think they are.
---think they are.
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?
---I have indeed.
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?
I think I can discover him, if you please
To get good Guard and go along with me.
---along with me.
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.