The Tragedie of Othello, the Moore of Venice (Illustrated) E-Book

William Shakespeare

• Herausgeber: BookRix
• Kategorie: Lebensstil
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2014

Beschreibung

The play opens with Roderigo, a rich and dissolute gentleman, complaining to Iago, an ensign, that Iago has not told him about the secret marriage between Desdemona, the daughter of a Senator named Brabantio, and Othello, a Moorish general in the Venetian army. He is upset by this development because he loves Desdemona and had previously asked her father for her hand in marriage. Iago hates Othello for promoting a younger man named Michael Cassio above him, and tells Roderigo that he plans to use Othello for his own advantage. Iago is also angry because he believes, or at least gives the pretence of belief, that Othello slept with his wife Emilia. Iago denounces Cassio as a scholarly tactician with no real battle experience; in contrast, Iago is a battle-tested soldier. By emphasizing Roderigo's failed bid for Desdemona, and his own dissatisfaction with serving under Othello, Iago convinces Roderigo to wake Brabantio, Desdemona's father, and tell him about his daughter's elopement. Iago sneaks away to find Othello and warns him that Brabantio is coming for him. Before Brabantio reaches Othello, news arrives in Venice that the Turks are going to attack Cyprus; therefore Othello is summoned to advise the senators. Brabantio arrives and accuses Othello of seducing Desdemona by witchcraft, but Othello defends himself successfully before an assembly that includes the Duke of Venice, Brabantio's kinsmen Lodovico and Gratiano, and various senators. He explains that Desdemona became enamored of him for the sad and compelling stories he told of his life before Venice, not because of any witchcraft. The senate is satisfied, but Brabantio leaves saying that Desdemona will betray Othello. By order of the Duke, Othello leaves Venice to command the Venetian armies against invading Turks on the island of Cyprus, accompanied by his new wife, his new lieutenant Cassio, his ensign Iago, and Iago's wife, Emilia as Desdemona's attendant. The party arrives in Cyprus to find that a storm has destroyed the Turkish fleet. Othello orders a general celebration and leaves to spend private time with Desdemona. In his absence, Iago schemes to get Cassio drunk after Cassio's own admission that he cannot hold his wine. He then persuades Roderigo to draw Cassio into a fight. The resulting brawl alarms the citizenry, and Othello is forced to quell the disturbance. Othello blames Cassio for the disturbance and strips him of his rank. Cassio is distraught, but, as part of his plan to convince Othello that Cassio and Desdemona are having an affair, Iago persuades Cassio to importune Desdemona to act as an intermediary between himself and Othello, in order to convince her husband to reinstate him.

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William Shakespeare

The Tragedie of Othello, the Moore of Venice (Illustrated)

BookRix GmbH & Co. KG80331 Munich

Actus Primus. Scoena Prima.

Enter Rodorigo, and Iago.

Rodorigo. Neuer tell me, I take it much vnkindly

That thou (Iago) who hast had my purse,

As if y strings were thine, should'st know of this

Ia. But you'l not heare me. If euer I did dream

Of such a matter, abhorre me

Rodo. Thou told'st me,

Thou did'st hold him in thy hate

Iago. Despise me

If I do not. Three Great-ones of the Cittie,

(In personall suite to make me his Lieutenant)

Off-capt to him: and by the faith of man

I know my price, I am worth no worsse a place.

But he (as louing his owne pride, and purposes)

Euades them, with a bumbast Circumstance,

Horribly stufft with Epithites of warre,

Non-suites my Mediators. For certes, saies he,

I haue already chose my Officer. And what was he?

For-sooth, a great Arithmatician,

One Michaell Cassio, a Florentine,

(A Fellow almost damn'd in a faire Wife)

That neuer set a Squadron in the Field,

Nor the deuision of a Battaile knowes

More then a Spinster. Vnlesse the Bookish Theoricke:

Wherein the Tongued Consuls can propose

As Masterly as he. Meere pratle (without practise)

Is all his Souldiership. But he (Sir) had th' election;

And I (of whom his eies had seene the proofe

At Rhodes, at Ciprus, and on others grounds

Christen'd, and Heathen) must be be-leed, and calm'd

By Debitor, and Creditor. This Counter-caster,

He (in good time) must his Lieutenant be,

And I (blesse the marke) his Mooreships Auntient

Rod. By heauen, I rather would haue bin his hangman

Iago. Why, there's no remedie.

'Tis the cursse of Seruice;

Preferment goes by Letter, and affection,

And not by old gradation, where each second

Stood Heire to'th' first. Now Sir, be iudge your selfe,

Whether I in any iust terme am Affin'd

To loue the Moore?

Rod. I would not follow him then

Iago. O Sir content you.

I follow him, to serue my turne vpon him.

We cannot all be Masters, nor all Masters

Cannot be truely follow'd. You shall marke

Many a dutious and knee-crooking knaue;

That (doting on his owne obsequious bondage)

Weares out his time, much like his Masters Asse,

For naught but Prouender, & when he's old Casheer'd.

Whip me such honest knaues. Others there are

Who trym'd in Formes, and visages of Dutie,

Keepe yet their hearts attending on themselues,

And throwing but showes of Seruice on their Lords

Doe well thriue by them.

And when they haue lin'd their Coates

Doe themselues Homage.

These Fellowes haue some soule,

And such a one do I professe my selfe. For (Sir)

It is as sure as you are Rodorigo,

Were I the Moore, I would not be Iago:

In following him, I follow but my selfe.

Heauen is my Iudge, not I for loue and dutie,

But seeming so, for my peculiar end:

For when my outward Action doth demonstrate

The natiue act, and figure of my heart

In Complement externe, 'tis not long after

But I will weare my heart vpon my sleeue

For Dawes to pecke at; I am not what I am

Rod. What a fall Fortune do's the Thicks-lips owe

If he can carry't thus?

Iago. Call vp her Father:

Rowse him, make after him, poyson his delight,

Proclaime him in the Streets. Incense her kinsmen,

And though he in a fertile Clymate dwell,

Plague him with Flies: though that his Ioy be Ioy,

Yet throw such chances of vexation on't,

As it may loose some colour

Rodo. Heere is her Fathers house, Ile call aloud

Iago. Doe, with like timerous accent, and dire yell,

As when (by Night and Negligence) the Fire

Is spied in populus Citties

Rodo. What hoa: Brabantio, Signior Brabantio, hoa

Iago. Awake: what hoa, Brabantio: Theeues, Theeues.

Looke to your house, your daughter, and your Bags,

Theeues, Theeues

Bra. Aboue. What is the reason of this terrible

Summons? What is the matter there?

Rodo. Signior is all your Familie within?

Iago. Are your Doores lock'd?

Bra. Why? Wherefore ask you this?

Iago. Sir, y'are rob'd, for shame put on your Gowne,

Your heart is burst, you haue lost halfe your soule

Euen now, now, very now, an old blacke Ram

Is tupping your white Ewe. Arise, arise,

Awake the snorting Cittizens with the Bell,

Or else the deuill will make a Grand-sire of you.

Arise I say

Bra. What, haue you lost your wits?

Rod. Most reuerend Signior, do you know my voice?

Bra. Not I: what are you?

Rod. My name is Rodorigo

Bra. The worsser welcome:

I haue charg'd thee not to haunt about my doores:

In honest plainenesse thou hast heard me say,

My Daughter is not for thee. And now in madnesse

(Being full of Supper, and distempring draughtes)

Vpon malitious knauerie, dost thou come

To start my quiet

Rod. Sir, Sir, Sir

Bra. But thou must needs be sure,

My spirits and my place haue in their power

To make this bitter to thee

Rodo. Patience good Sir

Bra. What tell'st thou me of Robbing?

This is Venice: my house is not a Grange

Rodo. Most graue Brabantio,

In simple and pure soule, I come to you

Ia. Sir: you are one of those that will not serue God,

if the deuill bid you. Because we come to do you seruice,

and you thinke we are Ruffians, you'le haue your Daughter

couer'd with a Barbary horse, you'le haue your Nephewes

neigh to you, you'le haue Coursers for Cozens:

and Gennets for Germaines

Bra. What prophane wretch art thou?

Ia. I am one Sir, that comes to tell you, your Daughter

and the Moore, are making the Beast with two backs

Bra. Thou art a Villaine

Iago. You are a Senator

Bra. This thou shalt answere. I know thee Rodorigo

Rod. Sir, I will answere any thing. But I beseech you

If't be your pleasure, and most wise consent,

(As partly I find it is) that your faire Daughter,

At this odde Euen and dull watch o'th' night

Transported with no worse nor better guard,

But with a knaue of common hire, a Gundelier,

To the grosse claspes of a Lasciuious Moore:

If this be knowne to you, and your Allowance,

We then haue done you bold, and saucie wrongs.

But if you know not this, my Manners tell me,

We haue your wrong rebuke. Do not beleeue

That from the sence of all Ciuilitie,

I thus would play and trifle with your Reuerence.

Your Daughter (if you haue not giuen her leaue)

I say againe, hath made a grosse reuolt,

Tying her Dutie, Beautie, Wit, and Fortunes

In an extrauagant, and wheeling Stranger,

Of here, and euery where: straight satisfie your selfe.

If she be in her Chamber, or your house,

Let loose on me the Iustice of the State

For thus deluding you

Bra. Strike on the Tinder, hoa:

Giue me a Taper: call vp all my people,

This Accident is not vnlike my dreame,

Beleefe of it oppresses me alreadie.

Light, I say, light.

Enter.

Iag. Farewell: for I must leaue you.

It seemes not meete, nor wholesome to my place

To be producted, (as if I stay, I shall,)

Against the Moore. For I do know the State,

(How euer this may gall him with some checke)

Cannot with safetie cast-him. For he's embark'd

With such loud reason to the Cyprus Warres,

(Which euen now stands in Act) that for their soules

Another of his Fadome, they haue none,

To lead their Businesse. In which regard,

Though I do hate him as I do hell paines,

Yet, for necessitie of present life,

I must show out a Flag, and signe of Loue,

(Which is indeed but signe) that you shal surely find him

Lead to the Sagitary the raised Search:

And there will I be with him. So farewell.

Enter.

Enter Brabantio, with Seruants and Torches.

Bra. It is too true an euill. Gone she is,

And what's to come of my despised time,

Is naught but bitternesse. Now Rodorigo,

Where didst thou see her? (Oh vnhappie Girle)

With the Moore saist thou? (Who would be a Father?)

How didst thou know 'twas she? (Oh she deceaues me

Past thought:) what said she to you? Get moe Tapers.

Raise all my Kindred. Are they married thinke you?

Rodo. Truely I thinke they are

Bra. Oh Heauen: how got she out?

Oh treason of the blood.

Fathers, from hence trust not your Daughters minds

By what you see them act. Is there not Charmes,

By which the propertie of Youth, and Maidhood

May be abus'd? Haue you not read Rodorigo,

Of some such thing?

Rod. Yes Sir: I haue indeed

Bra. Call vp my Brother: oh would you had had her.

Some one way, some another. Doe you know

Where we may apprehend her, and the Moore?

Rod. I thinke I can discouer him, if you please

To get good Guard, and go along with me

Bra. Pray you lead on. At euery house Ile call,

(I may command at most) get Weapons (hoa)

And raise some speciall Officers of might:

On good Rodorigo, I will deserue your paines.

Exeunt.

Scena Secunda.

Enter Othello, Iago, Attendants, with Torches.

Ia. Though in the trade of Warre I haue slaine men,

Yet do I hold it very stuffe o'th' conscience

To do no contriu'd Murder: I lacke Iniquitie

Sometime to do me seruice. Nine, or ten times

I had thought t'haue yerk'd him here vnder the Ribbes

Othello. 'Tis better as it is

Iago. Nay but he prated,

And spoke such scuruy, and prouoking termes

Against your Honor, that with the little godlinesse I haue

I did full hard forbeare him. But I pray you Sir,

Are you fast married? Be assur'd of this,

That the Magnifico is much belou'd,

And hath in his effect a voice potentiall

As double as the Dukes: He will diuorce you.

Or put vpon you, what restraint or greeuance,

The Law (with all his might, to enforce it on)

Will giue him Cable

Othel. Let him do his spight;

My Seruices, which I haue done the Signorie

Shall out-tongue his Complaints. 'Tis yet to know,

Which when I know, that boasting is an Honour,

I shall promulgate. I fetch my life and being,

From Men of Royall Seige. And my demerites

May speake (vnbonnetted) to as proud a Fortune

As this that I haue reach'd. For know Iago,

But that I loue the gentle Desdemona,

I would not my vnhoused free condition

Put into Circumscription, and Confine,

For the Seas worth. But looke, what Lights come yond?

Enter Cassio, with Torches.

Iago. Those are the raised Father, and his Friends:

You were best go in

Othel. Not I: I must be found.

My Parts, my Title, and my perfect Soule

Shall manifest me rightly. Is it they?

Iago. By Ianus, I thinke no

Othel. The Seruants of the Dukes?

And my Lieutenant?

The goodnesse of the Night vpon you (Friends)

What is the Newes?

Cassio. The Duke do's greet you (Generall)

And he requires your haste, Post-haste appearance,

Euen on the instant

Othello. What is the matter, thinke you?

Cassio. Something from Cyprus, as I may diuine:

It is a businesse of some heate. The Gallies

Haue sent a dozen sequent Messengers

This very night, at one anothers heeles:

And many of the Consuls, rais'd and met,

Are at the Dukes already. You haue bin hotly call'd for,

When being not at your Lodging to be found,

The Senate hath sent about three seuerall Quests,

To search you out

Othel. 'Tis well I am found by you:

I will but spend a word here in the house,

And goe with you

Cassio. Aunciant, what makes he heere?

Iago. Faith, he to night hath boarded a Land Carract,

If it proue lawfull prize, he's made for euer

Cassio. I do not vnderstand

Iago. He's married

Cassio. To who?

Iago. Marry to- Come Captaine, will you go?

Othel. Haue with you

Cassio. Here comes another Troope to seeke for you.

Enter Brabantio, Rodorigo, with Officers, and Torches.

Iago. It is Brabantio: Generall be aduis'd,

He comes to bad intent

Othello. Holla, stand there

Rodo. Signior, it is the Moore

Bra. Downe with him, Theefe

Iago. You, Rodorigo? Come Sir, I am for you

Othe. Keepe vp your bright Swords, for the dew will

rust them. Good Signior, you shall more command with

yeares, then with your Weapons

Bra. Oh thou foule Theefe,

Where hast thou stow'd my Daughter?

Damn'd as thou art, thou hast enchaunted her

For Ile referre me to all things of sense,

(If she in Chaines of Magick were not bound)

Whether a Maid, so tender, Faire, and Happie,

So opposite to Marriage, that she shun'd

The wealthy curled Deareling of our Nation,

Would euer haue (t' encurre a generall mocke)

Run from her Guardage to the sootie bosome,

Of such a thing as thou: to feare, not to delight?

Iudge me the world, if 'tis not grosse in sense,

That thou hast practis'd on her with foule Charmes,

Abus'd her delicate Youth, with Drugs or Minerals,

That weakens Motion. Ile haue't disputed on,

'Tis probable, and palpable to thinking;

I therefore apprehend and do attach thee,

For an abuser of the World, a practiser

Of Arts inhibited, and out of warrant;

Lay hold vpon him, if he do resist

Subdue him, at his perill

Othe. Hold your hands

Both you of my inclining, and the rest.

Were it my Cue to fight, I should haue knowne it

Without a Prompter. Whether will you that I goe

To answere this your charge?

Bra. To Prison, till fit time

Of Law, and course of direct Session

Call thee to answer

Othe. What if I do obey?

How may the Duke be therewith satisfi'd,

Whose Messengers are heere about my side,

Vpon some present businesse of the State,

To bring me to him

Officer. 'Tis true most worthy Signior,

The Dukes in Counsell, and your Noble selfe,

I am sure is sent for

Bra. How? The Duke in Counsell?

In this time of the night? Bring him away;

Mine's not an idle Cause. The Duke himselfe,

Or any of my Brothers of the State,

Cannot but feele this wrong, as 'twere their owne:

For if such Actions may haue passage free,

Bond-slaues, and Pagans shall our Statesmen be.

Exeunt.

Scaena Tertia.

Enter Duke, Senators, and Officers.

Duke. There's no composition in this Newes,

That giues them Credite

1.Sen. Indeed, they are disproportioned;

My Letters say, a Hundred and seuen Gallies

Duke. And mine a Hundred fortie

2.Sena. And mine two Hundred:

But though they iumpe not on a iust accompt,

(As in these Cases where the ayme reports,

'Tis oft with difference) yet do they all confirme

A Turkish Fleete, and bearing vp to Cyprus

Duke. Nay, it is possible enough to iudgement:

I do not so secure me in the Error,

But the maine Article I do approue

In fearefull sense

Saylor within. What hoa, what hoa, what hoa.

Enter Saylor.

Officer. A Messenger from the Gallies

Duke. Now? What's the businesse?

Sailor. The Turkish Preparation makes for Rhodes,

So was I bid report here to the State,

By Signior Angelo

Duke. How say you by this change?

1.Sen. This cannot be

By no assay of reason. 'Tis a Pageant

To keepe vs in false gaze, when we consider

Th' importancie of Cyprus to the Turke;

And let our selues againe but vnderstand,

That as it more concernes the Turke then Rhodes,

So may he with more facile question beare it,

For that it stands not in such Warrelike brace,

But altogether lackes th' abilities

That Rhodes is dress'd in. If we make thought of this,

We must not thinke the Turke is so vnskillfull,

To leaue that latest, which concernes him first,

Neglecting an attempt of ease, and gaine

To wake, and wage a danger profitlesse

Duke. Nay, in all confidence he's not for Rhodes

Officer. Here is more Newes.

Enter a Messenger.

Messen. The Ottamites, Reueren'd, and Gracious,

Steering with due course toward the Ile of Rhodes,

Haue there inioynted them with an after Fleete

1.Sen. I, so I thought: how many, as you guesse?

Mess. Of thirtie Saile: and now they do re-stem

Their backward course, bearing with frank appearance

Their purposes toward Cyprus. Signior Montano,

Your trustie and most Valiant Seruitour,

With his free dutie, recommends you thus,

And prayes you to beleeue him

Duke. 'Tis certaine then for Cyprus:

Marcus Luccicos is not he in Towne?

1.Sen. He's now in Florence

Duke. Write from vs,

To him, Post, Post-haste, dispatch

1.Sen. Here comes Brabantio, and the Valiant Moore.