Othello by William Shakespeare (i love reading .txt) 📕
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Othello was written in 1603 and first performed in 1604. The underlying story is based on “A Moorish Captain,” one of the stories in Cinthio’s Gli Hecatommithi, written in 1565.
Othello is a Moorish black general in Venice, known for his military prowess. He elopes with Desdemona, a noble Venetian lady, who is the daughter of Brabantio, a senator. When Othello promotes Cassio to be his lieutenant over Iago, his ensign, the evil Iago gets his revenge by alleging an affair between Cassio and Desdemona, sowing doubt in the mind of Othello.
This Standard Ebooks production is based on William George Clark and William Aldis Wright’s 1887 Victoria edition, which is taken from the Globe edition.
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Some base notorious knave, some scurvy fellow.
O heaven, that such companions thou’ldst unfold,
And put in every honest hand a whip
To lash the rascals naked through the world
Even from the east to the west! Iago Speak within door. Emilia
O, fie upon them! Some such squire he was
That turn’d your wit the seamy side without,
And made you to suspect me with the Moor.
O good Iago,
What shall I do to win my lord again?
Good friend, go to him; for, by this light of heaven,
I know not how I lost him. Here I kneel:
If e’er my will did trespass ’gainst his love,
Either in discourse of thought or actual deed,
Or that mine eyes, mine ears, or any sense,
Delighted them in any other form;
Or that I do not yet, and ever did.
And ever will—though he do shake me off
To beggarly divorcement—love him dearly,
Comfort forswear me! Unkindness may do much;
And his unkindness may defeat my life,
But never taint my love. I cannot say “whore:”
It does abhor me now I speak the word;
To do the act that might the addition earn
Not the world’s mass of vanity could make me.
I pray you, be content; ’tis but his humour:
The business of the state does him offence,
And he does chide with you.
’Tis but so, I warrant. Trumpets within.
Hark, how these instruments summon to supper!
The messengers of Venice stay the meat;
Go in, and weep not; all things shall be well. Exeunt Desdemona and Emilia.
Another room in the castle.
Enter Othello, Lodovico, Desdemona, Emilia and Attendants. Lodovico I do beseech you, sir, trouble yourself no further. Othello O, pardon me: ’twill do me good to walk. Lodovico Madam, good night; I humbly thank your ladyship. Desdemona Your honour is most welcome. Othello Will you walk, sir? O—Desdemona— Desdemona My lord? Othello Get you to bed on the instant; I will be returned forthwith: dismiss your attendant there: look it be done. Desdemona I will, my lord. Exeunt Othello, Lodovico, and Attendants. Emilia How goes it now? he looks gentler than he did. DesdemonaHe says he will return incontinent:
He hath commanded me to go to bed,
And bade me to dismiss you.
It was his bidding: therefore, good Emilia,
Give me my nightly wearing, and adieu:
We must not now displease him.
So would not I my love doth so approve him,
That
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