'Tis certain, then, for Cyprus.
But who shall lead our business against the Turkish fleet?
Othello.
Another of his fathom we have none.
The fortitude of the place is best known to him.
I take it much unkindly that thou, lago...
...who hast had my purse as if the strings were thine...
...shouldst know of this.
By the faith of man, I know my price.
I am worth no worse a place. But he, one Michael Cassio...
...a Florentine, must his lieutenant be.
And l, of whom his eyes had seen the proof--
--God bless the mark!-- his Moorship's ensign.
O by heaven, I rather would have been his hangman.
Why, there's no remedy. 'Tis the curse of service.
I would not 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...
...heaven is my judge, not I for love and duty...
...but seeming so for my peculiar end.
I am not what I am.
What a full fortune does the thick- lips owe, if he can carry it thus.
Call up her father.
Awake! Thieves! Signor!
Thieves! Look to your house, your daughter and your bags!
Signor Brabantio! Ho!
-Awake! -Sir!
Thieves! Look to your house, your daughter and your bags!
Thieves! Thieves!
What is the reason of this terrible summons?
What is the matter here?
Signor...
...is all your family within?
I know you, Roderigo...
...and have charged thee not to haunt about my doors.
In honest plainness, thou has heard me say...
...my daughter is not for thee.
Are your doors locked?
Why? Wherefore ask you this?
Even now, now, very now...
...an old black ram is tupping your white ewe.
What profane wretch art thou?
I am one that comes to tell you...
...your daughter and the Moor are making the beast with two backs.
Thou art a villain.
You are a senator.
This thou shalt answer, Roderigo.
Ay, sir!
I will answer anything.
But I beseech you, 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.
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!
Get weapons, ho!
Farewell, for I must leave you.
The goodness of the night upon you, friends.
I pray you, sir, are you fast married?
Sir, you've been hotly called for.
Have with you.
-Halt! -You!
lKeep up your bright swords, for the dew will rust them.
O, thou foul thief!
Where hast thou stowed my daughter?
Damned as thou art, thou hast enchanted her...
...to run from her garden to the sooty bosom of such a thing as thou.
Lay hold upon him.
Hold your hands...
...both you of my inclining and the rest.
Were it my cue to fight, I should have known it without a prompter.
Good signor...
...where will you that I go to answer this, your charge?
To prison...
...till fit time of law and course of direct session call thee to answer.
What if I do obey?
How may the Duke be therewith satisfied...
...whose messengers are here about my side to bring me to him?
'Tis true, most worthy signor.
The Duke's in council, and your noble self, surely, is sent for.
How? The Duke in council? In this time of night?
Bring him away.
Valiant Othello...
...we must straight employ you against the general Turkish foe.
Welcome, gentle signor.
We lacked your counsel and your help tonight.
So did I yours.
Good Your Grace, pardon me.
Neither my place, nor aught I heard of business...
...has raised me from my bed.
My daughter!
O, my daughter!
Dead?
She is abused, stolen from me and corrupted.
For nature so preposterously to err, sans witchcraft could not.
Whoever he be that in this foul proceeding...
...hath thus beguiled your daughter of herself, and you of her...
...the bloody book of law you shall yourself read...
...in the bitter letter after your own sense.
Humbly, I thank Your Grace.
Here is the man.
Othello?
What in your own part can you say to this?
Nothing, but this is so.
Most potent, grave and reverend signors...
...my very noble and approved good masters...
...that I have taken away this old man's daughter...
...'tis most true. True, I have married her.
The very head and front of my offending hath this extent, no more.
Rude am I in my speech...
...and little blessed with the soft phrase of peace.
For since these arms of mine had seven years' pith...
...till now some nine moons wasted...
...they have used their dearest action in the tented field.
And little of this great world can I speak...
...more than pertains to feats of broil and battle.
Therefore, little shall l grace my cause...
...in speaking of myself. Yet, by your gracious patience...
...l will a round, unvarnished tale deliver...
...of my whole course of love:
What drugs, what charms...
...what conjuration and what mighty magic--
--for such proceedings am l charged withal -- I won his daughter.
A maiden never bold...
...of spirit so still and quiet that her motion blushed at herself...
...and she, in spite of nature, to fall in love...
...with what she feared to look on!
I do beseech you, send for the lady...
...and let her speak of me before her father.
If you do find me foul in her report...
...the trust, the office I do hold of you, not only take away...
...but let your sentence even fall upon my life.
Fetch Desdemona.
Her father loved me...
...oft invited me...
...still questioned me the story of my life from year to year...
...the battles, sieges, fortunes that I have passed.
Even from my boyish days...
...to the moment he bade me tell it.
Wherein I spoke of most disastrous chances...
...of moving accidents by flood and field...
...hair-breadth escapes in the imminent deadly breach...
...of being taken by the insolent foe...
...and sold to slavery.
And of the cannibals that each other eat...
... the Anthropophagi...
...and men whose heads do grow beneath their shoulders.
These things to hear would Desdemona seriously incline.
And with a greedy ear devour up my discourse...
... which I observing...
... took once a pliant hour...
...and found means to dra w from her a prayer of earnest heart...
... which I would all my pilgrimage dilate.
She gave me for my pains...
...a world of sighs.
She swore, in faith, 'twas strange...
... 'twas passing strange, 'twas pitiful...
... 'twas wondrous pitiful.
She loved me for the dangers I had passed...
...and I loved her that she did pity them.
This only is the witchcraft I have used.
Come hither, gentle mistress.
Do you perceive in all this company where most you owe obedience?
My noble father...
...to you I am bound for life and education.
My life and education both do learn me how to respect you.
You are lord of all my duty.
I am hitherto your daughter.
But here's my husband.
And so much duty as my mother showed to you...
...preferring you before her father...
...so much I challenge that I may profess due to the Moor...
...my lord.
God by you! I have done.
I had rather to adopt a child than get it.
Come hither, Moor.
I here do give thee that with all my heart...
...which, but thou hast already...
...with all my heart I would keep from thee.
I humbly beseech you, proceed with the affairs of state.
The Turk, with a mighty preparation, makes for Cyprus.
Othello...
...you must away tonight.
The affair cries haste, and speed must answer it.
Most gracious Duke....
What would you, Desdemona?
That I did love the Moor to live with him...
...my downright violence and scorn of fortunes...
...may trumpet to the world.
My heart is subdued even to the utmost pleasure of my lord.
I saw Othello's visage in his mind...
...and to his honors and his valiant parts...
...did I my soul and fortunes consecrate.
So that, dear lords...
...if I be left behind, a moth of peace, and he go to the war...
...the rites for which I love him are bereft me.
And l, a heavy interim, shall support by his dear absence.
Let me go with him.
Let her have your voice.
And heaven defend your good souls...
...that you think I will your serious business scant for she is with me.
Be it as you shall privately determine.
At 9 in the morning, here we'll meet again.
Good night to everyone.
And, noble signor...
...if virtue no delighted beauty lack...
...your son-in-law is far more fair than black.
Look to her, Moor, if thou hast eyes to see.
She has deceived her father and may thee.
My life upon her faith!
Good lago, my Desdemona must I leave to thee.
Let thy wife attend on her, and bring them after in the best advantage.
Come, we must obey the time.
lago!
What sayest thou, noble heart?
What will I do, thinkest thou?
Why, go to bed and sleep.
I will incontinently drown myself.
If thou dost, I shall never love thee after.
Why, thou silly gentleman!
It is silliness to live when to live is a torment.
Desdemona!
Villainous!
I've looked upon the world for four times seven years...
...and I never yet found a man that knew how to love himself.
Ere I would say I would drown myself for the love of a guinea hen...
-...I'd change my humanity with a baboon. -What should I do?
I confess it is my shame to be so fond...
...but it is not in my virtue to amend it.
Virtue? A fig.
'Tis in ourselves that we are thus or thus.
We have reason to cool our raging motions...
...our carnal stings, our unbitted lusts...
...whereof I take this, which you call love, to be a sect or scion.
It cannot be!
It is merely a lust of the blood and a permission of the will.
Come, be a man!
Drown thyself?
Drown cats and blind puppies.
I have professed me thy friend and I confess me...
...knit to thy deserving with cables of perdurable toughness.
I could never better stead thee than now.
Put money in thy purse.
Follow thou these wars.
Disguise thy features with an usurped beard.
I say, put money in thy purse.
It cannot be that Desdemona should long continue her love to the Moor.
Put but money in thy purse.
When she's sated with his body, she'll find the error of her choice.
She must have change, she must.
Fill thy purse with money.
If sanctimony and a frail vow betwixt an erring barbarian...
...and a super-subtle Venetian be not too hard for my wits...
...and all the tribe of hell...
...thou shall enjoy her.
Therefore, put....
"Money in thy purse."
A pox on drowning, huh?
'Tis clean out of the way.
Seek thou rather to be hanged in compassing thy joy...
...than to be drowned and go without her.
Wilt thou be fast to my hopes?
Thou art sure of me.
There are many events in the womb of time...
...which will be delivered.
Go, provide thy money.
We will have more of this tomorrow. Adieu.
Where shall we meet in the morning?
-At my lodging. -All right.
-I'll be with thee betimes. -Go to, farewell.
Does thou hear?
What say thou?
No more of drowning, do you hear?
I am changed.
Go to, farewell. Put money enough in your purse!
I'll sell all my land.
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 that 'twixt my sheets...
...he's done my office.
I know not if it be true...
...but l, 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?
I have it.
It is engendered.
Hell and night...
...must bring this monstrous birth to the world's light.
-Hail to thee, lady. -Thank you, valiant Cassio.
Very good. Ay, well said, whisper.
With as little a web as this, will I ensnare...
...as great a fly as Cassio.
O, my fair warrior!
My dear Othello!
It gives me wonder great as my content to see you here before me.
O my soul's joy!
I cannot speak enough of this content. It stops me here.
It is too much of joy.
News, friends:
Our wars are done, the Turks are drowned!
This desperate storm hath seen a grievous wrack...
...and sufferance on most part of their fleet.
Worthy Montano.
How does my old acquaintance of this isle?
Honey, you shall be well desired in Cyprus.
I have found great love amongst them.
O, you are well tuned now!
But I'll set down the pegs that make this music, as honest as I am.
If thou be'st valiant -- as they say base men being in love have then...
...a nobility in their nature more than is native to them -- list me.
The lieutenant tonight watches on the court of guard.
First, I must tell thee this:
Desdemona is directly in love with him.
With Cassio?
Why, 'tis not possible!
Lay thy finger thus, and let thy soul be instructed.
Mark me. Her eye must be fed.
What delight shall she have to look on the devil?
Her delicate tenderness has found itself abused...
...begun to heave the gorge, disrelish and abhor the Moor.
Her nature instructs her to it, and compels her to some second choice.
I cannot believe that. She is full of most blessed condition.
Blessed fig 's-end!
The wine she drinks is made of grapes.
If she were blessed, she would never have loved the Moor. Blessed pudding.
Didst thou not see her paddle with his hand?
Didst thou not mark that?
-But that was but courtesy. -Lechery, by this hand...
...an index and obscure prologue...
...to the history of lust and foul thoughts.
They met so near with their lips that their breaths embraced together.
Villainous thoughts, Roderigo!
When these mutualities so marshal the way...
...hard at hand comes the master...
...and main exercise, the incorporate conclusion.
But sir, be you ruled by me. I have brought you from Venice.
Watch you with the guard tonight...
...for the command I'll lay it upon you. I'll not be far from you.
Do you find some occasion to anger Cassio.
Well....
Welcome, lago. We must to the watch.
Not this hour, lieutenant. 'Tis not yet 1 0 of the clock.
Our general cast us thus early for the love of his Desdemona...
...who let us not therefore blame.
He hath not yet...
...made wanton the night with her, and she is sport for Jove.
She's a most exquisite lady.
And I'll warrant her, full of game.
She is indeed perfection.
Well...
...happiness to their sheets!
Come, I have a stoop of wine...
...and here without are a brace of Cyprus gallants...
...that would have a measure to the health of black Othello.
Not tonight, good lago.
I have very poor and unhappy brains for drinking.
I could well wish courtesy would invent...
...some other custom of entertainment.
They are our friends.
But one cup? I'll drink for you.
I have drunk a cup tonight already and dare not task my weakness with anymore.
What, man! 'Tis a night of revels.
The gallants desire it.
Where are they?
If I can fasten but one cup upon him....
The purchase made...
...the fruits are to ensue...
...that profit's yet to come between me and you.
Is your Englishman so expert in his drinking?
Why, he drinks you with facility, your Dane dead drunk.
He sweats not to overthrow your Almain.
And he gives your Hollander a vomit ere the next pottle can be filled.
Health to our general!
I am for it, lieutenant...
...and I'll do you justice.
Sweet England!
Save you, friend Cassio.
Well, how is it with you, most fair...?
Bianca.
Let be gallantly!
He was a wight of high renown
And thou art but of low degree
'Tis pride that pulls the country down
Then take thine auld cloak...
...about thee
Let' s have no more of this.
Let' s to our affairs.
God forgive us our sins.
Gentlemen, let's look to our business.
Do not think, gentlemen, that I am drunk.
This is my ensign.
This is my right hand.
This is my left hand.
I am not drunk now.
I can stand well enough...
...and I speak well enough.
-Excellent well. -Why, very well.
You must not think then that I am drunk.
To the platform, masters. Come, let's set the watch.
You see this fellow that is gone before?
He is a soldier fit to stand by Caesar and give direction.
And do but see his vice.
But is he often thus?
'Tis evermore the prologue to his sleep.
-What's the matter, lieutenant? -A knave teach me my duty!
I'll beat the knave into a twiggen bottle.
-Beat me! -Dost thou prate, rogue?
Nay, good lieutenant.
I pray you, sir, hold your hand.
Let me go, sir, or I'll knock you over the mazzard.
Come, come...
...you're drunk.
Drunk?
Nay, good lieutenant.
God's will, gentlemen!
Good lieutenant, hold!
Mutiny!
Help, ho! Lieutenant!
God's will, lieutenant. Hold!
Hold, for your lives!
Hold, for shame!
What's the matter here? !
Are we turned Turks? !
For Christian shame, put by this barbarous brawl.
He who stirs next to carve for his own rage...
...holds his soul light.
He dies upon his motion.
What is the matter, masters?
Michael...
...how comes it you are thus forgot?
I pray you, pardon me, sir!
I cannot speak.
Worthy Montano...
...what is the matter that you unlace your reputation thus...
...and spend your rich opinion for the name of a night-brawler?
-Give me answer to it. -Worthy Othello, I am hurt to danger.
Your officer, lago, can inform you, while I spare speech...
...of all that I do know.
Now, by heaven, my blood begins my safer guides to rule.
On thy love I charge thee, lago. Who began it?
If partially affined or leagued in office...
...thou dost deliver more or less than truth...
...thou art no soldier.
T ouch me not so near! I had rather cut this tongue...
...than it should do offense to Michael Cassio.
Yet to speak the truth shall nothing wrong him.
This it is, general:
Montano and myself being in speech, comes a fellow crying for help...
...and Cassio following him with determined sword to execute upon him.
Sir, this gentleman steps in to Cassio....
--but more of this matter can I not report.
But men are men. The best sometime forget.
Though Cassio did some little wrong to him...
...as men in rage strike those that wish them best...
...yet surely Cassio--
I know, lago, thy honesty and love doth mince this matter...
...making it light to Cassio.
Cassio...
...he that you hurt is of great fame in Cyprus...
...and great affinity.
I love thee...
...but nevermore be officer of mine.
What is the matter, dear?
Look, if my gentle love be not raised up.
I'll make thee an example.
All's well now, sweeting. Come away to bed.
Look with care about the town...
...and silence those whom this vile brawl distracted.
Come, sweet Desdemona.
-Are you hurt, lieutenant? -Ay, past all surgery.
-Marry, God forbid! -I have lost my reputation.
I have lost the immortal part of myself...
...and what remains is bestial.
My reputation, lago!
My reputation!
I thought you'd received some wound.
There's more offense in that than in reputation.
What, man! There are ways to recover the general again.
You are but now cast in his mood...
...a punishment more in policy than in malice.
Sue to him again, and he's yours.
I would rather sue to be despised...
...than to deceive so good a commander...
...with so slight, so drunken and so indiscreet an officer.
He that you followed...
-...what had he done to you? -I know not.
Is it possible?
Drunk!
Wine is a good familiar creature, if it be well used.
Exclaim no more against it.
And good lieutenant...
...l think you think I love you.
I have well approved it, sir.
I'll tell you what you shall do.
Our general's wife is now the general.
Confess yourself freely to Desdemona.
lmportune her. She'll help to put you in your place again.
This broken joint between you and her husband...
...entreat her to splinter.
And my fortunes against any lay worth naming...
...this crack of your love shall grow stronger than it was before.
You advise me well.
I protest, in the sincerity of love and honest kindness.
I think it freely.
Good night, lieutenant.
I must to the watch.
Good night, honest lago.
How am I then a villain...
...when this advice is free I give and honest...
...probal to thinking, and indeed the course to win the Moor again?
His soul is so enfettered to Desdemona's love...
...that she may make, unmake, do what she list...
...even as her appetite shall play the god with his weak function.
How am I then a villain to counsel Cassio...
...to this parallel course, directed to his good?
Divinity of hell!
When devils will the blackest sins put on, they do suggest at first...
...with heavenly shows, as I do now.
For whiles this honest fool plies Desdemona to repair his fortunes...
...and she for him pleads strongly to the Moor...
...I'll pour this pestilence into his ear...
...that she repeals him for her body's lust...
...and by how much she strives to do him good...
...she shall undo her credit with the Moor.
So will I turn her virtue...
...into pitch.
And out of her own goodness...
...make the net...
...that shall...
...enmesh them all.
How now, Roderigo?
I do follow here in the chase...
...not like a hound that hunts...
...but one that fills up the cry.
My money is almost spent.
I have been tonight exceedingly well-cudgeled.
And I think the issue will be...
...that I shall have so much experience for my pains.
And so...
...with no money at all and a little more wit...
...return again to Venice.
How poor are they that have not patience.
What wound did ever heal but by degrees?
Thou knowest we work by wit...
...and not by witchcraft.
And wit depends on dilatory time.
Does it not go well?
Cassio hath beaten thee.
And thou, by that small hurt...
...hath cashiered Cassio.
Content thyself awhile.
By the mass, 'tis morning.
Pleasure and action make the hours seem short.
Retire thee awhile.
Away, I say.
Thou shalt know more hereafter.
Nay, get thee gone.
Bounteous madam...
...whatever shall become of Michael Cassio?
-He's never anything but your servant. -I know it.
I thank you.
Madam, here comes my lord.
-I like not that. -What dost thou say?
Nothing, my lord.
-Madam, I take my leave. -Farewell.
Was not that Cassio parted from my wife?
Cassio, my lord.
How now, my lord?
I have been talking with a suitor here...
...a man that languishes in your displeasure.
Who is it you mean?
Why, your lieutenant, Cassio.
Good my lord, if he be not one that truly loves you...
...l have no judgment in an honest face.
Excellent wretch!
Perdition catch my soul, but I do love thee!
And when I love thee not...
...chaos is come again.
-My noble lord-- -What dost thou say, lago?
Did Cassio, when you wooed my lady, know of your love?
He did, from first to last.
Why dost thou ask?
But for a satisfaction of my thought-- No further harm.
Why of thy thought, lago?
I did not think he had been acquainted with her.
O, yes.
And went between us very oft.
-lndeed! -lndeed?
Ay, indeed.
Discernest thou aught in that? Is he not honest?
Honest, my lord?
Honest? Ay, honest.
My lord, for aught I know.
-What dost thou think? -Think, my lord?
"Think, my lord" ! By heaven, he echoes me.
Thou dost mean something.
If thou dost love me, show me thy thought.
-My lord, you know I love you. -I think thou dost.
And for I know thou art full of love...
...and honesty...
...and weighest thy words before thou givest them breath.
Therefore, these stops of thine fright me the more.
For Cassio, I dare be sworn I think that he is honest.
I think so too.
Men should be what they seem.
Or those that be not, would they might seem none.
Certain, men should be what they seem.
Why then, I think Cassio's an honest man.
Nay, yet there's more in this!
I prithee, speak to me as to thy thinkings.
As thou dost ruminate, give thy worst of thoughts the worst of words.
I do beseech you--
Though I perchance am vicious in my guess...
...as I confess, it is my nature's plague to spy into abuses...
...and oft my jealousy...
...shapes faults that are not.
I entreat you then, it were not for your quiet nor your good...
...nor for my manhood, honesty and wisdom to let you know my thoughts.
What dost thou mean?
Good name in man and woman, dear my lord...
...is the immediate jewel of their souls.
Who steals my purse, steals trash.
'Tis something, nothing. 'Twas mine, 'tis his...
...has been slave to thousands.
But he that filches from me my good name...
...robs me of that which not enriches him...
...and makes me poor indeed.
By heaven, I'll know thy thought.
You cannot, if my heart were in your hand.
Nor shall not, while 'tis in my custody.
O, beware, my lord, of jealousy!
'Tis the green-eyed monster that doth mock the meat it feeds on.
Why?
Why is this?
Thinkest thou I'd make a life of jealousy...
...to follow still the changes of the moon with fresh suspicions? No!
T o be once in doubt is once to be resolved.
Nor from mine own weak merits shall I draw...
...the smallest fear or doubt of her revolt, for she had eyes and chose me.
No, lago...
...I'll see before I doubt. When I doubt, prove.
And on the proof, there is no more but this:
Away at once with love or jealousy.
I am glad, for now I have reason...
...to show the love and duty that I bear you with franker spirit.
Therefore, as I am bound, receive it from me.
I speak not yet of proof.
Look to your wife.
Observe her well with Cassio.
Look to it.
I know our country disposition well.
In Venice, they do let heaven see the pranks...
...they dare not show their husbands.
Their best conscience is not to leave it undone...
...but keep it unknown.
-Dost thou say so? -She did deceive her father.
And when she seemed to fear your looks, she loved them most.
-And so she did. -Why, go to then.
But I am much to blame.
I humbly do beseech you of your pardon for too much loving you.
I am bound to thee forever.
I see this hath dashed your spirits.
-Not a jot, not a jot. -ln faith, I fear it has.
I hope you consider what is spoke comes from my love.
But I do see you're moved.
I am to pray you not to strain my speech to grosser issues...
...nor to larger reach than to suspicion.
Should you do so, my lord...
...my speech should fall into vile success as my thoughts aimed not at.
Cassio's my worthy friend-- My lord, you're moved.
No, not much moved!
I do not think but Desdemona's honest.
Long live she so. And long live you to think so.
And yet, how nature erring from itself--
Ay, there's the point!
As to be bold not to enter into a marriage...
...of her own clime, complexion and degree...
...whereto we see in all things nature tends--
One may smell in such a will most rank...
...foul disproportion, thoughts unnatural.
But pardon me. I do not in position distinctly speak of her.
Though I may fear, her will, recoiling to her better judgment...
...may fall to match you with her country forms...
...and happily repent.
Farewell, farewell.
If more thou dost perceive, let me know more.
Leave me, lago.
My lord, I take my leave.
Why did I marry?
My lord, I would I might entreat your honor...
...to scan this thing no farther.
Leave it to time.
Let me be thought too busy in my fears--
--as worthy cause I have to fear I am--
--and hold her free.
Fear not my government.
That we can call these delicate creatures ours...
...and not their appetites!