othello,the moor of venice(奥塞罗)-第7节
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valiantas they say base men being in love have then a nobility in their
natures more than is native to themlist me。 The lieutenant tonight
watches on the court of guard。 First； I must tell thee this： Desdemona is
directly in love with him。 RODERIGO。 With him？ Why； 'tis not possible。
IAGO。 Lay thy finger thus； and let thy soul be instructed。 Mark me with
what violence she first loved the Moor； but for bragging and telling her
fantastical lies。 And will she love him still for prating？ Let not thy discreet
heart think it。 Her eye must be fed； and what delight shall she have to look
on the devil？ When the blood is made dull with the act of sport； there
should be； again to inflame it and to give satiety a fresh appetite；
loveliness in favor； sympathy in years； manners； and beauties all which
the Moor is defective in。 Now； for want of these required conveniences；
her delicate tenderness will find itself abused； begin to heave the gorge；
disrelish and abhor the Moor； very nature will instruct her in it and compel
her to some second choice。 Now sir； this grantedas it is a most pregnant
and unforced positionwho stands so eminently in the degree of this
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fortune as Cassio does？ A knave very voluble； no further conscionable
than in putting on the mere form of civil and humane seeming； for the
better compass of his salt and most hidden loose affection？ Why； none；
why； nonea slipper and subtle knave； a finder out of occasions； that has
an eye can stamp and counterfeit advantages； though true advantage never
present itselfa devilish knave！ Besides； the knave is handsome； young；
and hath all those requisites in him that folly and green minds look aftera
pestilent complete knave； and the woman hath found him already。
RODERIGO。 I cannot believe that in her； she's full of most blest condition。
IAGO。 Blest fig's…end！ The wine she drinks is made of grapes。 If she had
been blest； she would never have loved the Moor。 Blest pudding！ Didst
thou not see her paddle with the palm of his hand？ Didst not mark that？
RODERIGO。 Yes； that I did； but that was but courtesy。 IAGO。 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。 Pish！ But； sir； be you ruled by me。 I have brought
you from Venice。 Watch you tonight； for the command； I'll lay't upon you。
Cassio knows you not。 I'll not be far from you。 Do you find some occasion
to anger Cassio； either by speaking too loud； or tainting his discipline； or
from what other course you please； which the time shall more favorably
minister。 RODERIGO。 Well。 IAGO。 Sir； he is rash and very sudden in
choler； and haply may strike at you。 Provoke him； that he may； for even
out of that will I cause these of Cyprus to mutiny； whose qualification
shall come into no true taste again but by the displanting of Cassio。 So
shall you have a shorter journey to your desires by the means I shall then
have to prefer them； and the impediment most profitably removed； without
the which there were no expectation of our prosperity。 RODERIGO。 I will
do this； if I can bring it to any opportunity。 IAGO。 I warrant thee。 Meet me
by and by at the citadel。 I must fetch his necessaries ashore。 Farewell。
RODERIGO。 Adieu。 Exit。 IAGO。 That Cassio loves her； I do well believe
it； That she loves him； 'tis apt and of great credit。 The Moor； howbeit that I
endure him not； Is of a constant； loving； noble nature； And I dare think
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he'll prove to Desdemona A most dear husband。 Now； I do love her too；
Not out of absolute lust； though peradventure I stand accountant for as
great a sin； But partly led to diet my revenge； For that I do suspect the
lusty Moor Hath leap'd into my seat； the thought whereof Doth like a
poisonous mineral gnaw my inwards； And nothing can or shall content my
soul Till I am even'd with him； wife for wife。 Or failing so； yet that I put
the Moor At least into a jealousy so strong That judgement cannot cure。
Which thing to do； If this poor trash of Venice； whom I trash For his quick
hunting； stand the putting on； I'll have our Michael Cassio on the hip；
Abuse him to the Moor in the rank garb （For I fear Cassio with my
nightcap too）； Make the Moor thank me； love me； and reward me For
making him egregiously an ass And practicing upon his peace and quiet
Even to madness。 'Tis here； but yet confused： Knavery's plain face is never
seen till used。 Exit。
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SCENE II。 A street。
Enter a Herald with a proclamation； people following。
HERALD。 It is Othello's pleasure； our noble and valiant general； that
upon certain tidings now arrived； importing the mere perdition of the
Turkish fleet； every man put himself into triumph； some to dance； some to
make bonfires； each man to what sport and revels his addiction leads him；
for besides these beneficial news； it is the celebration of his nuptial。 So
much was his pleasure should be proclaimed。 All offices are open； and
there is full liberty of feasting from this present hour of five till the bell
have told eleven。 Heaven bless the isle of Cyprus and our noble general
Othello！ Exeunt。
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SCENE III。 A hall in the castle。
Enter Othello； Desdemona； Cassio； and Attendants。
OTHELLO。 Good Michael； look you to the guard tonight。 Let's teach
ourselves that honorable stop； Not to outsport discretion。 CASSIO。 Iago
hath direction what to do； But notwithstanding with my personal eye Will
I look to't。 OTHELLO。 Iago is most honest。 Michael； good night。
Tomorrow with your earliest Let me have speech with you。 Come； my
dear love； The purchase made； the fruits are to ensue； That profit's yet to
come 'tween me and you。 Good night。 Exeunt Othello； Desdemona； and
Attendants。
Enter Iago。
CASSIO。 Welcome； Iago； we must to the watch。 IAGO。 Not this hour；
lieutenant； 'tis not yet ten o' 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。 CASSIO。
She's a most exquisite lady。 IAGO。 And； I'll warrant her； full of game。
CASSIO。 Indeed she's a most fresh and delicate creature。 IAGO。 What an
eye she has！ Methinks it sounds a parley to provocation。 CASSIO。 An
inviting eye； and yet methinks right modest。 IAGO。 And when she speaks；
is it not an alarum to love？ CASSIO。 She is indeed perfection。 IAGO。 Well；
happiness to their sheets！ Come； lieutenant； I have a stope of wine； and
here without are a brace of Cyprus gallants that would fain have a measure
to the health of black Othello。 CASSIO。 Not tonight； good Iago。 I have
very poor and unhappy brains for drinking。 I could well wish courtesy
would invent some other custom of entertainment。 IAGO。 O； they are our
friends！ But one cup； I'll drink for you。 CASSIO。 I have drunk but one cup
tonight； and that was craftily
qualified too； and behold what innovation it makes here。 I am
unfortunate in the infirmity； and dare not task my weakness with any more。
IAGO。 What； man！
