Let it be so.

Duke.

Good-night to every one.
And, noble signior,

[The Duke and Senators rise.

If virtue no delighted beauty lack,

Your son-in-law is far more fair than black.

[To Brabantio.

[Exeunt Duke and Senators. All bow to them, as they pass. Desdemona appeals, in action, to her father.

Bra.

Look to her, Moor, if thou hast eyes to see :

She has deceived her father, and may thee.

Oth.

[Exit Brabantio.

My life upon her faith! - Honest Iago, [lago advances.

My Desdemona must I leave to thee :

I pr'ythee, let thy wife attend on her;

And bring them after in the best advantage.

[Exeunt Iago and Roderigo.

Come, Desdemona; I have but an hour

Of love, of worldly matters and direction,

To spend with thee: we must obey the time.

[Exeunt Othello and Desdemona. - Change.

Scene Fifth.-A DARK STREET. [FIRST GROOVES.]

Iago.

Why, go to bed, and sleep.

Rod.

I will incontinently drown myself.

Iago.

If thou dost, I shall never love thee after.
Why, thou silly gentleman !

Rod.

It is silliness to live when to live is torment; and then have we a prescription to die when death is our physician.

Iago.

O, villainous! I have looked upon the world for four times seven years; and since I could distinguish betwixt a benefit and an injury, I never found man that knew how to love himself. Ere I would say, I would drown myself for the love of a guinea-hen, I would change my humanity with a baboon.

Rod.

What should I do? I confess it is my shame to be so fond; but it is not in my virtue to amend it.

Iago.

Virtue! a fig! 't is in ourselves that we are thus or thus. Come, be a man: drown thyself! drown cats and blind puppies. I have professed me thy friend, and I could never better stead thee than now. Put money in thy purse; follow these wars; I say, put money in thy purse. It cannot be that Desdemona should long continue her love to the Moor,-put money in thy purse; - nor he his to her : it was a violent commencement, and thou shalt see an answerable sequestration; -put but money in thy purse. If sanctimony and a frail vow betwixt an erring barbarian and a supersubtle Venetian be not too hard for my wits and all the tribe of hell, thou shalt have her; therefore, make money. A plague of drowning! it is clean out of the way: seek thou rather to be hanged in compassing thy joy, than to be drowned and go without her.

Rod.

Wilt thou be fast to my hopes if I depend on the issue?

Iago.

Thou art sure of me : -go, make money : - I have told thee often, and I re-tell thee again and again, I hate the Moor: my cause is hearted; thine hath no less reason. Let us be conjunctive in our revenge against him; if thou canst injure him, thou dost thyself a pleasure, me a sport. Traverse; go; provide thy money. We will have more of this to-morrow. Adieu.

Go to; farewell. Do you hear, Roderigo ?

Iago.

Go to; farewell :

[Exit Roderigo.

Thus do I ever make my fool my purse;
For I mine own gained knowledge should profane,
If I would time expend with such a snipe,

But for my sport and profit. I hate the Moor;
And it is thought abroad he hath done my office:
I know not if 't be true;

But I, for mere suspicion in that kind,
Will do as if for surety. He holds me well;
The better shall my purpose work on him.
Cassio 's a proper man: let me see now;
To get his place, and to plume up my will
In double knavery. - How, how? - Let's see :-
After some time, to abuse Othello's ear
That he is too familiar with his wife :-
He hath a person, and a smooth dispose,
To be suspected; framed to make women false.
The Moor is of a free and open nature,
That thinks men honest that but seem to be so;
And will as tenderly be led by the nose
As asses are.

I have 't; -it is engendered: -hell and night
Must bring this monstrous birth to the world's light.

CURTAIN.

[Exit. Scene First.

Act Second.

FAMAGUSTA, A FORTIFIED SEA-PORT TOWN
IN THE ISLAND OF CYPRUS. CASTLE
ON PLATFORM R. SEA-VIEW C. STONE
SEAT C. PLATFORM AND STEPS AT BACK.
ARCH L. THE SCENE IS IN FRONT OF THE
CASTLE, AT SUNSET. CASSIO, MONTANO,
AND SEVERAL GENTLEMEN DISCOVERED.

Cas.

Thanks, you, the valiant of this warlike isle,
That so approve the Moor! O, let the heavens
Give him defence against the elements,
For I have lost him on a dangerous sea!

His barque is stoutly timbered, and his pilot
Of very expert and approved allowance;
Therefore my hopes, not surfeited to death,
Stand in bold cure.

Mon.

But, good lieutenant, is your general wived?

Cas.

Most fortunately: he hath achieved a maid
That paragons description and wild fame ;
One that excels the quirks of blazoning pens,

And in the essential vesture of creation

Does bear all excellency.

[Cheers within.

[Enter Desdemona, Emilia, Iago, Roderigo, and

Attendants.

The riches of the ship is come on shore!