Come, be a man. Drown thyself? Drown cats and
      blind puppies. I have professed me thy friend and I confess
      me knit355 to thy deserving with cables of perdurable
      toughness: I could never better stead356 thee than now. Put
      money in thy purse: follow thou the wars: defeat thy favour357
      with an usurped beard: I say, put money in thy purse. It
      cannot be long that Desdemona should continue her love to
      the Moor. Put money in thy purse. Nor he his to her: it was
      a violent commencement in her, and thou shalt see an
      answerable sequestration362. Put but money in thy purse.
      These Moors are changeable in their wills. Fill thy purse with
      money. The food that to him now is as luscious as locusts364
      shall be to him shortly as bitter as coloquintida365. She must
      change for youth366: when she is sated with his body, she will
      find the errors of her choice: therefore put money in thy
      purse. If thou wilt needs damn thyself, do it a more delicate368
      way than drowning. Make369 all the money thou canst. If
      sanctimony370 and a frail vow betwixt an erring barbarian and
      supersubtle371 Venetian be not too hard for my wits and all
      the tribe of hell, thou shalt enjoy her. Therefore make money. A
      pox of373 drowning thyself! It is clean out of the way: seek thou
      rather to be hanged in374 compassing thy joy than to be
      drowned and go without her.

RODORIGO   Wilt thou be fast376 to my hopes if I depend on the
      issue377?

IAGO   Thou art378 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 hearted380; thine hath no less reason. Let us
      be conjunctive381 in our revenge against him: if thou canst
      cuckold him382, thou dost thyself a pleasure, me a sport. There
      are many events in the womb of time which will be delivered.
      Traverse384, go, provide thy money. We will have more of this
      tomorrow. Adieu.

RODORIGO   Where shall we meet i’th’morning?

IAGO   At my lodging.

RODORIGO   I’ll be with thee betimes388.

IAGO   Go to389, farewell. Do you hear,

As Rodorigo leaves

     Rodorigo?

RODORIGO   I’ll sell all my land.

Exit

IAGO   Thus do I ever make my fool my purse,
     For I mine own gained knowledge should profane392,
     If I would time expend with such a snipe393
     But394 for my sport and profit. I hate the Moor:
     And it is thought abroad395 that ’twixt my sheets
     He has done my office396: I know not if’t be true,
     But I, for mere suspicion in that kind397,
     Will do as if for surety398. He holds me well,
     The better shall my purpose work on him.
     Cassio’s a proper400 man. Let me see now:
     To get his place and to plume up401 my will
     In double knavery. How, how? Let’s see:
     After some time, to abuse Othello’s ears
     That he404 is too familiar with his wife.
     He hath a person405 and a smooth dispose
     To be suspected, framed406 to make women false.
     The Moor is of a free407 and open nature,
     That thinks men honest that but seem to be so,
     And will as tenderly409 be led by th’nose
     As asses are.
     I have’t: it is engend’red411: hell and night
     Must bring this monstrous412 birth to the world’s light.

[Exit]

Act 2 Scene 1

running scene 4

Location: a port in Cyprus

Enter Montano and two Gentlemen

MONTANO   What from the cape1 can you discern at sea?

FIRST GENTLEMAN   Nothing at all: it is a high-wrought flood2:
     I cannot, ’twixt the heaven and the main3,
     Descry4 a sail.

MONTANO   Methinks the wind hath spoke aloud at land:
     A fuller blast ne’er shook our battlements.
     If it hath ruffianed7 so upon the sea,
     What ribs8 of oak, when mountains melt on them,
     Can hold the mortise9? What shall we hear of this?

SECOND GENTLEMAN   A segregation10 of the Turkish fleet:
     For do but stand upon the foaming shore,
     The chidden12 billow seems to pelt the clouds:
     The wind-shaked surge, with high and monstrous mane13,
     Seems to cast water on the burning bear14
     And quench the guards15 of th’ever-fixèd pole.
     I never did like molestation16 view
     On the enchafèd17 flood.

MONTANO   If that the Turkish fleet
     Be not ensheltered and embayed19, they are drowned:
     It is impossible to bear it out.

Enter a [Third] Gentleman

THIRD GENTLEMAN   News, lads! Our wars are done:
     The desperate tempest hath so banged the Turks
     That their designment23 halts. A noble ship of Venice
     Hath seen a grievous wreck and sufferance24
     On most part of their fleet.

MONTANO   How? Is this true?

THIRD GENTLEMAN   The ship is here put in,
     A Veronesa28. Michael Cassio,
     Lieutenant to the warlike Moor Othello,
     Is come on shore: the Moor himself at sea,
     And is in full commission here31 for Cyprus.

MONTANO   I am glad on’t: ’tis a worthy governor.

THIRD GENTLEMAN   But this same Cassio, though he speak of comfort
     Touching34 the Turkish loss, yet he looks sadly
     And pray35 the Moor be safe; for they were parted
     With foul and violent tempest.

MONTANO   Pray heavens he be,
     For I have served him, and the man commands
     Like a full39 soldier. Let’s to the seaside, ho!
     As well to see the vessel that’s come in
     As to throw out our eyes for brave Othello,
     Even till we make the main and th’aerial blue42
     An indistinct regard.

THIRD GENTLEMAN   Come, let’s do so;
     For every minute is expectancy
     Of more arrivancy46.

Enter Cassio

CASSIO   Thanks, you the valiant of the warlike isle,
     That so approve48 the Moor.