William Shakespeare - Othello lyrics

Enter Othello and Iago. IAGO. Will you think so? OTH. Think so, Iago? IAGO. What, To kiss in private? OTH. An unauthoriz'd kiss! IAGO. Or to be naked with her friend in bed An hour, or more, not meaning any harm? OTH. Naked in bed, Iago, and not mean harm? It is hypocrisy against the devil. They that mean virtuously, and yet do so, The devil their virtue tempts, and they tempt heaven. IAGO. If they do nothing, 'tis a venial slip; But if I give my wife a handkerchief— OTH. What then? IAGO. Why then 'tis hers, my lord, and being hers, She may, I think, bestow't on any man. OTH. She is protectress of her honor too; May she give that? IAGO. Her honor is an essence that's not seen; They have it very oft that have it not. But for the handkerchief— OTH. By heaven, I would most gladly have forgot it. Thou saidst (O, it comes o'er my memory, As doth the raven o'er the infectious house, Boding to all) he had my handkerchief. IAGO. Ay; what of that? OTH. That's not so good now. IAGO. What If I had said I had seen him do you wrong? Or heard him say—as knaves be such abroad, Who having by their own importunate suit, Or voluntary dotage of some mistress, Convinced or supplied them, cannot choose But they must blab— OTH. Hath he said any thing? IAGO. He hath, my lord, but be you well a**ur'd, No more than he'll unswear. OTH. What hath he said? IAGO. Faith, that he did—I know not what he did. OTH. What? What? IAGO. Lie— OTH. With her? IAGO. With her? On her; what you will. OTH. Lie with her? Lie on her? We say lie on her, when they belie her. Lie with her! 'Zounds, that's fulsome! Handkerchief—confessions—handkerchief! To confess, and be hang'd for his labor—first to be hang'd, and then to confess. I tremble at it. Nature would not invest herself in such shadowing pa**ion without some instruction. It is not words that shakes me thus. Pish! Noses, ears, and lips. Is't possible? Confess? Handkerchief? O devil! Falls in a trance. IAGO. Work on, My medicine, work! Thus credulous fools are caught, And many worthy and chaste dames even thus (All guiltless) meet reproach.—What ho! My lord! My lord, I say! Othello! Enter Ca**io. How now, Ca**io? CAS. What's the matter? IAGO. My lord is fall'n into an epilepsy. This is his second fit; he had one yesterday. CAS. Rub him about the temples. IAGO. No, forbear, The lethargy must have his quiet course; If not, he foams at mouth, and by and by Breaks out to savage madness. Look, he stirs. Do you withdraw yourself a little while, He will recover straight. When he is gone, I would on great occasion speak with you. Exit Ca**io. How is it, general? Have you not hurt your head? OTH. Dost thou mock me? IAGO. I mock you not, by heaven. Would you would bear your fortune like a man! OTH. A horned man's a monster and a beast. IAGO. There's many a beast then in a populous city, And many a civil monster. OTH. Did he confess it? IAGO. Good sir, be a man; Think every bearded fellow that's but yok'd May draw with you. There's millions now alive That nightly lie in those unproper beds Which they dare swear peculiar; your case is better. O, 'tis the spite of hell, the fiend's arch-mock, To lip a wanton in a secure couch, And to suppose her chaste! No, let me know, And knowing what I am, I know what she shall be. OTH. O, thou art wise; 'tis certain. IAGO. Stand you a while apart, Confine yourself but in a patient list. Whilst you were here o'erwhelmed with your grief (A pa**ion most unsuiting such a man), Ca**io came hither. I shifted him away, And laid good 'scuses upon your ecstasy; Bade him anon return and here speak with me, The which he promis'd. Do but encave yourself, And mark the fleers, the gibes, and notable scorns That dwell in every region of his face, For I will make him tell the tale anew: Where, how, how oft, how long ago, and when He hath, and is again to cope your wife. I say, but mark his gesture. Marry, patience, Or I shall say y' are all in all in spleen, And nothing of a man. OTH. Dost thou hear, Iago, I will be found most cunning in my patience; But (dost thou hear) most bloody. IAGO. That's not amiss, But yet keep time in all. Will you withdraw? Othello withdraws. Now will I question Ca**io of Bianca, A huswife that by selling her desires Buys herself bread and clothes. It is a creature That dotes on Ca**io (as 'tis the strumpet's plague To beguile many and be beguil'd by one); He, when he hears of her, cannot restrain From the excess of laughter. Here he comes. Enter Ca**io. As he shall smile, Othello shall go mad; And his unbookish jealousy must construe Poor Ca**io's smiles, gestures, and light behaviors Quite in the wrong. How do you now, lieutenant? CAS. The worser that you give me the addition Whose want even k**s me. IAGO. Ply Desdemona well, and you are sure on't. Speaking lower. Now, if this suit lay in Bianca's pow'r, How quickly should you speed! CAS. Alas, poor caitiff! OTH. Look how he laughs already! IAGO. I never knew woman love man so. CAS. Alas, poor rogue, I think, i' faith, she loves me. OTH. Now he denies it faintly, and laughs it out. IAGO. Do you hear, Ca**io? OTH. Now he importunes him To tell it o'er. Go to, well said, well said. IAGO. She gives it out that you shall marry her. Do you intend it? CAS. Ha, ha, ha! OTH. Do you triumph, Roman? Do you triumph? CAS. I marry her! What? A customer! Prithee bear some charity to my wit, do not think it so unwholesome. Ha, ha, ha! OTH. So, so, so, so; they laugh that wins. IAGO. Faith, the cry goes that you marry her. CAS. Prithee say true. IAGO. I am a very villain else. OTH. Have you scor'd me? Well. CAS. This is the monkey's own giving out. She is persuaded I will marry her, out of her own love and flattery, not out of my promise. OTH. Iago beckons me; now he begins the story. CAS. She was here even now; she haunts me in every place. I was the other day talking on the sea-bank with certain Venetians, and thither comes the bauble, and by this hand, falls me thus about my neck— OTH. Crying, “O dear Ca**io!” as it were; his gesture imports it. CAS. So hangs, and lolls, and weeps upon me; so hales and pulls me. Ha, ha, ha! OTH. Now he tells how she pluck'd him to my chamber. O, I see that nose of yours, but not that dog I shall throw it to. CAS. Well, I must leave her company. IAGO. Before me! Look where she comes. Enter Bianca. CAS. 'Tis such another fitchew! Marry, a perfum'd one!—What do you mean by this haunting of me? BIAN. Let the devil and his dam haunt you! What did you mean by that same handkerchief you gave me even now? I was a fine fool to take it. I must take out the work? A likely piece of work, that you should find it in your chamber, and know not who left it there! This is some minx's token, and I must take out the work? There, give it your hobby-horse. Wheresoever you had it, I'll take out no work on't. CAS. How now, my sweet Bianca? How now? How now? OTH. By heaven, that should be my handkerchief! BIAN. An' you'll come to supper tonight, you may; an' you will not, come when you are next prepar'd for. Exit. IAGO. After her, after her. CAS. Faith, I must, she'll rail in the streets else. IAGO. Will you sup there? CAS. Faith, I intend so. IAGO. Well, I may chance to see you; for I would very fain speak with you. CAS. Prithee come; will you? IAGO. Go to; say no more. Exit Ca**io. OTH. Advancing. How shall I murder him, Iago? IAGO. Did you perceive how he laugh'd at his vice? OTH. O Iago! IAGO. And did you see the handkerchief? OTH. Was that mine? IAGO. Yours, by this hand. And to see how he prizes the foolish woman your wife! She gave it him, and he hath giv'n it his who*e. OTH. I would have him nine years a-k**ing. A fine woman! A fair woman! A sweet woman! IAGO. Nay, you must forget that. OTH. Ay, let her rot, and perish, and be damn'd tonight, for she shall not live. No, my heart is turn'd to stone; I strike it, and it hurts my hand. O, the world hath not a sweeter creature! She might lie by an emperor's side and command him tasks. IAGO. Nay, that's not your way. OTH. Hang her, I do but say what she is. So delicate with her needle! An admirable musician! O, she will sing the savageness out of a bear. Of so high and plenteous wit and invention! IAGO. She's the worse for all this. OTH. O, a thousand, a thousand times. And then of so gentle a condition! IAGO. Ay, too gentle. OTH. Nay, that's certain. But yet the pity of it, Iago! O Iago, the pity of it, Iago! IAGO. If you are so fond over her iniquity, give her patent to offend, for if it touch not you, it comes near nobody. OTH. I will chop her into messes. Cuckold me! IAGO. O, 'tis foul in her. OTH. With mine officer! IAGO. That's fouler. OTH. Get me some poison, Iago, this night. I'll not expostulate with her, lest her body and beauty unprovide my mind again. This night, Iago. IAGO. Do it not with poison; strangle her in her bed, even the bed she hath contaminated. OTH. Good, good; the justice of it pleases; very good. IAGO. And for Ca**io, let me be his undertaker. You shall hear more by midnight. OTH. Excellent good. A trumpet. What trumpet is that same? IAGO. I warrant, something from Venice. Enter Lodovico, Desdemona, and Attendants. 'Tis Lodovico— This comes from the Duke. See, your wife's with him. LOD. God save you, worthy general! OTH. With all my heart, sir. LOD. The Duke and the senators of Venice greet you. Gives him a letter. OTH. I kiss the instrument of their pleasures. Opens the letter and reads. DES. And what's the news, good cousin Lodovico? IAGO. I am very glad to see you, signior; Welcome to Cyprus. LOD. I thank you. How does Lieutenant Ca**io? IAGO. Lives, sir. DES. Cousin, there's fall'n between him and my lord An unkind breach; but you shall make all well. OTH. Are you sure of that? DES. My lord? OTH. Reads. “This fail you not to do, as you will—” LOD. He did not call; he's busy in the paper. Is there division 'twixt my lord and Ca**io? DES. A most unhappy one. I would do much T' atone them, for the love I bear to Ca**io. OTH. Fire and brimstone! DES. My lord? OTH. Are you wise? DES. What, is he angry? LOD. May be th' letter mov'd him; For as I think, they do command him home, Deputing Ca**io in his government. DES. By my troth, I am glad on't. OTH. Indeed? DES. My lord? OTH. I am glad to see you mad. DES. Why, sweet Othello? OTH. Striking her. Devil! DES. I have not deserv'd this. LOD. My lord, this would not be believ'd in Venice, Though I should swear I saw't. 'Tis very much, Make her amends; she weeps. OTH. O devil, devil! If that the earth could teem with woman's tears, Each drop she falls would prove a crocodile. Out of my sight! DES. I will not stay to offend you. Going. LOD. Truly, an obedient lady: I do beseech your lordship call her back. OTH. Mistress! DES. My lord? OTH. What would you with her, sir? LOD. Who, I, my lord? OTH. Ay, you did wish that I would make her turn. Sir, she can turn, and turn; and yet go on And turn again; and she can weep, sir, weep; And she's obedient, as you say, obedient; Very obedient—Proceed you in your tears.— Concerning this, sir—O well-painted pa**ion!— I am commanded home.—Get you away; I'll send for you anon.—Sir, I obey the mandate, And will return to Venice.—Hence, avaunt! Exit Desdemona. Ca**io shall have my place. And, sir, tonight I do entreat that we may sup together. You are welcome, sir, to Cyprus.—Goats and monkeys! Exit. LOD. Is this the noble Moor whom our full Senate Call all in all sufficient? Is this the nature Whom pa**ion could not shake? Whose solid virtue The shot of accident nor dart of chance Could neither graze nor pierce? IAGO. He is much chang'd. LOD. Are his wits safe? Is he not light of brain? IAGO. He's that he is; I may not breathe my censure What he might be. If what he might he is not, I would to heaven he were! LOD. What? Strike his wife? IAGO. Faith, that was not so well; yet would I knew That stroke would prove the worst! LOD. Is it his use? Or did the letters work upon his blood, And new-create this fault? IAGO. Alas, alas! It is not honesty in me to speak What I have seen and known. You shall observe him, And his own courses will denote him so That I may save my speech. Do but go after, And mark how he continues. LOD. I am sorry that I am deceiv'd in him. Exeunt. Copyright © 2015 by PlayShakespeare.com. Visit http://www.playshakespeare.com/license for details.