CASSIO

The Duke do's greet you (General) And he requires your haste, Posthaste appearance, Enen on the instant. Something from Cyprus, as I may divine: It is a business of some heat. The Galleys Have sent a dozen sequent Messengers This very night, at one another's heals: And many of the Consuls, raised and met, Are at the Dukes already. You have been hotly called for, When being not at your Lodging to be found, The Senate hath sent about three several Quests, To search you out. Aunciant, what makes he here? I do not understand. To who? Here comes another Troop to seek for you. His Bark is stoutly Timbered, and his Pilot Of very expert, and approved Allowance; Therefore my hope's (not surfeited to death) Stand in bold Cure. What noise? My Hope's do shape him for the Governor. I pray you Sir, go forth, And give us truth who it's that is arrived. 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, Do's Tyre the Ingeniuer. How now? Who ha put in? Ha had most favourable, and happy speed: Tempests themselves, high Seas, and howling winds, The gutter'd-Rockes, and Congregated Sands, Traitors ensteep'd, to enclogge the guiltless Keel, As having sense of Beauty, do omit Their mortal Nature's, letting go safely by The Divine Desdemon. She that I spoke of: Our great Captains Captain, Left in the conduct of the bold Iago, Whose footing here anticipates our thoughts, A Sevennights speed. Great Jove, Othello guard, And swell his Sail with thine own powerful breath, That he may bless this Bay with his tall Ship, Make loves quick pants in Desdemonaes Arms, Give renewed fire to our extincted Spirits. O behold, The Riches of the Ship is come on shore: You men of Cyprus, let her have your knees. Hail to thee Lady: and the grace of Heaven, Before, behind thee, and on every hand Enwheele thee round. The great Contention of Sea, and Skies Parted our fellowship. But hark, a Sail. See for the News: Good Ancient, you are welcome. Welcome Mistress: Let it not gaul your patience (good Iago ) That I extend my Manners. It's my breeding, That gives me this bold show of Courtesy. He speaks home (Madam) you may relish him more in the Soldier, then in the Scholar. Lo, where he comes. I have drunk but one Cup to night, and that was craftily qualified too: and behold what inouation it makes here. I am infortunate in the infirmity, and dare not task my weakness with any more. Is your Englishmen so exquisite in his drin king? Why this is a more exquisite Song then the oh there. I: (but by your leave) not before me. The Lieutenant is to be saved before the Ancient. Let's have no more of this: let's to our Affairs. Forgive us our sins: Gentlemen let's look to our business. Do not think Gentlemen, I am drunk: this is my Ancient, this is my right hand, and this is my left. I am not drunk now: I can stand well enough, and I speak well enough. Let me go (Sir) Or I'll knock you over the Mazzard. Drunk? I have well approved it, Sir. I drunk? You advise me well. I think it freely: and betimes in the mor ning, I will beseech the virtuous Desdemon to undertake for me: I am desperate of my Fortune's if they check me. Good night, honest Iago. Master's, play here, I will content your pains, Something that's brief: and bid, goodmorrow General. Prithee keep up thy Quillets, ther's a poor piece of Gold for thee: if the Gentlewoman that attends the General be stirring, tell her, there's one Cassio en treats her a little favour of Speech. Wilt thou do this? Why no: the day had broke before we parted. I have made bold (Iago) to send in to your wife: My suit to her is, that she will to virtuous Desdemon Procure me some access. I humbly thank you for't. I never knew A Flo ntine more kind, and honest. Yet I beseech you, If you think fit, or that it may be done, Give me advantage of some brief Discourse With Desdemon alone. I am much bound to you. Bounteous Madam, What ever shall become of Michael Cassio, He's never any thing but your true Servant. I, but Lady, That policy may either last so long, Or feed upon such nice and waterish diet, Or breed it self so out of Circumstances, That I being absent, and my place supplied, My General will forget my Love, and Service. Madam, I'll take my leave. Madam, not now: I am very ill at ease, Unfit for mine own purposes. Madam, my former suit. I do beseech you, That by your virtuous means, I may again Exist, and be a member of his love, Whom I, with all the Office of my heart Entirely honour, I would not be delayed. If my offence, be of such mortal kind, That nor my Service passed, nor present Sorrows, Nor purposed merit in futurity, Can ransom me into his love again, But to know so, must be my benefit: So shall I cloth me in a forced content, And shut my self up in some other course To Fortune's Alms. What make you from home? How is't with you, my most fair Bianca ? Indeed (sweet Love) I was coming to your house. Pardon me, Bianca : I have this while with leaden thoughts been pressed, But I shall in a more continuate time Strike off this score of absence. Sweet Bianca Take me this work out. Go too, woman: Throw your vild guesses in the Devils teeth, From whence you have them. You are jealous now, That this is from some Mistress, some remembrance; No, in good troth Bianca. I know not neither: I found it in my Chamber, I Like the work well; Ere it be demanded (As Like enough it will) I would have it copied: Take it, and doo't, and leave me for this time. I do attend here on the General, And think it no addition nor my wish To have him see me woman'd. Not that I love you not. It's but a little way that I can bring you, For I attend here: But I'll see you soon. She was here even now: she haunts me in e very place. I was the other day talking on the Sea-banke with certain Venetians, and thither comes the Bauble, and falls me thus about my neck. So hangs, and lolls, and weeps upon me: So shakes, and pulls me. Would, would, would. Well, I must leave her company. How now, my sweet Bianca ? How now? How now? Yes, I intend so. I am maimed for ever: Help hoa: Murder, murder. That's one of them. Most Heathenish, and most gross. I found it in my Chamber: And he himself confessed it but even now, That there he dropped it for a special purpose, Which wrought to his desire. There is beside, in Rodorigo's Letter, How he upbraids Iago, that he made him Brave me upon the Watch: whereon it came That I was cast: and even but now he spoke (After long seeming dead) Iago hurt him, Iago set him on. Thanks you, the valiant of the warlike Isle, That so approve the More: O let the Heavens Give him defence against the Elements, For I have lost him on a dangerous Sea. He is not yet arrived, nor know I ought But that he's well, and will be shortly here. Iago, hath direction what to do. But notwithstanding with my personal eye Will I look to't. Welcome Iago : we must to the Watch. She's a most exquisite Lady. Indeed shes a most fresh and delicate creature. And inviting eye: And yet me thinks right modest. She is indeed perfection. Not to night, good Iago, I have very poor, and unhappy Brains for drinking. I could well wish Courtesy would invent some other Custom of enter tainment. Where are they? I'll do't, but it dislikes me. Before heaven, they have given me a rouse already. Before Heaven: and excellent Song. To the health of our General. No: for I hold him to be unworthy of his Place, that do's those things. Well: heavens above all: and there be souls must be saved, and there be souls must not be saved. For mine own partly, no offence to the General, nor any man of quality: I hope to be saved. Why very well then: you must not think then, that I am drunk. You Rogue: you Rascal. A Knave teach me my duty? I'll beat the Knave into a Twiggen-Bottle. Dost thou prate, Rogue? I, passed all Surgery. Reputation, Reputation, Reputation: O I have lost my Reputation. I have lost the immortal partly of myself, and what remains is bestial. My Reputation, Iago, my Reputation. I will rather sue to be despised, then to deceive so good a Commander, with so slight, so drunken, and so indiscreet and Officer. Drunk? And speak Parrat? And squabble? Swagger? Swear? And discourse Fustian with ones own shadow? O thou invisible spirit of Wine, if thou hast no name to be known by, let us call thee Devil. I know not. I remember a mass of things, but nothing di stinctly: a Quarrel, but nothing wherefore. O, that men should put and Enemy in their mouths, to steal a way their Brains? that we should with joy, pleasance, revel and applause, transform our selves into Beasts. It hath pleased the devil drunkenness, to give place to the devil wrath, one vnpe fectnesse, shows me another to make me frankly despise my self. I will ask him for my Place again, he shall tell me, I am a drunkard: had I as many mouths as Hydra, such and answer would stop them all. To be now a sen sible man, by and by a Fool, and presently a Beast. O strange! Every inordinate cup is unblessed, and the Ingre dient is a devil. I humbly thank your Ladyship. What's the matter? Rub him about the Temples. The worse, that you give me the addition, Whose want even kills me. Alas poor Caitiff. Alas poor Rogue, I think indeed she loves me. Would, would, would. I marry. What? A customer; prithee bear Some Charity to my wit, do not think it So unwholesome. Would, would, would. Prithee say true. This is the Monkeys own giving out: She is persuaded I will marry her Out of her own love & flattery, not out of my promise. I must, shee'l rail in the streets else. Prithee come: will you? That thrust had been mine enemy indeed, But that my Coat is better then thou knowest: I will make proof of thine. O help hoa: Light, a Surgeon. What hoa? no Watch? No passage? Murder, Murder. O help. Here, here: for heaven sake help me. Iago ? O I am spoiled, undone by Villains: Give me some help. I think that one of them is hereabout And cannot make away. My Leg is cut in two. No. None in the world: nor do I know the man? Dear General, I never gave you cause. This did I fear, but thought he had no weapon: For he was great of heart. It's truly so. Dost thou hear me, mine honest Friend? It's such another Fitchew: marry a perfumed one? What do you mean by this haunting of me? I pray you pardon me, I cannot speak.