OTHELLO, THE MOOR OF VENICE

DUKE OF VENICE
BRABANTIO, a Senator of Venice and Desdemona’s father
Other Senators
GRATIANO, Brabantio's brother
LODOVICO, Brabantio's relative
OTHELLO, a noble Moor serving Venice
CASSIO, his Lieutenant
IAGO, his Ancient
MONTANO, Othello’s former governor in Cyprus
RODERIGO, a Venetian gentleman
CLOWN, Othello’s servant

DESDEMONA, Daughter of Brabantio and Wife of Othello
EMILIA, Wife of Iago
BIANCA, Mistress of Cassio

Officers, Gentlemen, Messenger, Musicians, Herald, Sailor, Attendants, etc.

Enter Roderigo and Iago.

RODERIGO.
Come on, don’t tell me that you, Iago, who have controlled my money,
As if it were yours, should know about this.

IAGO.
Damn it, you won't listen to me.
If I ever dreamed of something like this,
Disgust me.

RODERIGO.
You told me you hated him.

IAGO.
You can hate me if I don't. Three important people in the city,
Asked him personally to make me his lieutenant,
Kissed up to him; and honestly,
I know my worth—I'm deserving of a better position.
But he, caring more about his own ego and plans,
Dodges them, with a lot of empty talk,
Full of military jargon:
And in the end,
Turns down my supporters: because “For sure,” he says,
“I’ve already chosen my officer.”
And who was he?
Well, a great mathematician,
One Michael Cassio, a Florentine,
A guy almost ruined by a beautiful wife,
Who never commanded a squad in the field,
Nor knows how to divide a battle
Any better than a spinster, unless it’s all theoretical,
Where the suited consuls can explain it
As well as he does: just empty talk without any real experience
Is all his military knowledge. But he, sir, got the job,
And I, whom his eyes have seen prove myself
At Rhodes, at Cyprus, and on other occasions,
Both Christian and non-Christian, must be believed and calmed
By this accountant guy,
He, in due time, must become his lieutenant,
And I, God help us, his lowly assistant.

RODERIGO.
I swear, I would have preferred to be his executioner.

IAGO.
Well, there's no solution. It's the downside of working in service,
Advancements come from connections and favoritism,
Not from the traditional order, where each next in line
Inherited from the one before. Now, sir, you decide
If I have any reason to genuinely care for the Moor.

RODERIGO.
I won't follow him, then.

IAGO.
Oh, sir, don't worry.
I’m following him to serve my own interests:
Not everyone can be a boss, and not all bosses
Can be truly followed. You’ll see
Many obedient, sycophantic people
Who, obsessed with their own servitude,
Waste their time, much like their master's donkey,
Getting nothing but food, and when they’re old, tossed aside.
Whip me those honest fools. There are others
Who, dressed up in appearances of duty,
Still keep their hearts focused on themselves,
And only pretend to serve their lords,
They thrive off them, and when they’ve fattened their wallets,
They pay themselves respect. These guys have some spirit,
And I consider myself one of them. For, sir,
It’s as certain as you are Roderigo,
If I were the Moor, I wouldn’t be Iago:
In following him, I’m really just following myself.
Heaven is my witness, I’m not driven by love and duty,
But pretending to be so for my personal gain.
Because when my outward actions show
The real shape and feeling of my heart
In external appearances, it won’t be long
Before I’ll wear my heart on my sleeve
For others to take advantage of: I am not what I am.

RODERIGO.
What a lucky guy that thick-lips is,
If he can pull this off!

IAGO.
Summon her father,
Stir him up, pursue him, spoil his happiness,
Shout about him in the streets; anger her relatives,
And even if he lives in a lush environment,
Bother him with annoyances: even if his joy is genuine,
Still throw enough disturbances his way,
So that it may lose some of its brightness.

RODERIGO.
Here is her father's house; I'll shout out.

IAGO.
Do, with the same fearful tone and terrible shout
As when, at night and through negligence, the fire
Is spotted in crowded cities.

Hey, Brabantio! Mr. Brabantio!

IAGO.
Wake up! Hey, Brabantio! Thieves, thieves!
Watch your house, your daughter, and your stuff!
Thieves, thieves!

Brabantio is at a window.

BRABANTIO.
What’s the reason for this awful summons?
What’s going on there?

RODERIGO.
Sir, is everyone in your family home?

IAGO.
Are your doors secure?

BRABANTIO.
Why are you asking this?

IAGO.
Wow, man, you’ve been cheated; get dressed,
Your heart is shattered, you’ve lost part of yourself;
Right now, at this very moment, an old black ram
Is mating with your white ewe. Get up, get up,
Wake up the sleepy citizens with the bell,
Or else the devil will make you a grandfather:
Get up, I said.

BRABANTIO.
What, have you lost your mind?

RODERIGO.
Most honorable sir, do you recognize my voice?

BRABANTIO.
Not me. What are you?

I'm Roderigo.

BRABANTIO.
The worse welcome.
I've told you not to hang around my house;
In all honesty, you know I've said
My daughter is not for you; and now, in madness,
Full from dinner and drinking too much,
On a foolish dare, you come
To disturb my peace.

RODERIGO.
Hey, hey, hey,—

BRABANTIO.
But you need to be sure
My spirit and my position have the power
To make this painful for you.

RODERIGO.
Hang in there, good sir.

BRABANTIO.
What are you talking about robbing?
This is Venice. My house isn't a farmhouse.

RODERIGO.
Most serious Brabantio,
In all honesty and sincerity, I come to you.

IAGO.
Wow, sir, you’re one of those who won’t serve God if the devil asks you to. Because we’ve come to help you, and you think we’re thugs, you’ll end up having your daughter paired with a Barbary horse; you’ll have your nephews acting like they’re horses; you’ll have racehorses for cousins and ponies for relatives.

BRABANTIO.
Who the hell are you?

IAGO.
I'm here to let you know that your daughter and the Moor are currently having sex.

Brabantio.
You're a villain.

IAGO.
You're a senator.

BRABANTIO.
You will answer for this. I know you, Roderigo.

RODERIGO.
Sir, I’ll answer anything. But please, if it’s your choice and you agree, (as I think you might) that your lovely daughter, at this strange hour of the night, accompanied by no better protection than a hired hand, a gondolier, is being taken into the embrace of a lustful Moor: if you know about this and allow it, then we have done you a bold and audacious wrong. But if you don’t know this, my manners tell me we have wronged you. Don’t think for a second that I would joke around with your respect. Your daughter (if you haven’t given her permission) I say again, has made a terrible mistake, tying her duty, beauty, intelligence, and future to a wandering stranger from anywhere and everywhere. Make sure of this: if she’s in her room or in your house, then unleash the law on me for deceiving you like this.

BRABANTIO.
Ignite the fire, hurry!
Get me a candle! Gather all my people!
This situation is similar to my nightmare,
The thought of it weighs heavily on me already.
Light, I say, light!

[Exit above.]

IAGO.
Goodbye; I have to go now:
It doesn’t seem right or healthy for me to stay here,
Because if I do, I’ll end up going against the Moor. For I know the situation,
Even if this might annoy him a little,
It’s not safe to get rid of him, since he’s engaged
In the Cyprus wars, which are currently happening, and they really
Have no one else of his caliber
To lead them. In this regard,
Even though I hate him like I hate hell,
I have to put on a front of friendship
For the sake of survival,
Which is really just a façade. You’ll definitely find him,
Heading to the Sagittary for the search,
And I’ll be with him there. So, goodbye.

[Leave.]

Enter Brabantio with servants and flashlights.

BRABANTIO.
It's a terrible truth. She's gone,
And what’s ahead for my miserable life,
Is nothing but bitterness. Now Roderigo,
Where did you see her? (Oh, unhappy girl!)
With the Moor, you say? (Who could be a father!)
How did you know it was her? (Oh, she deceives me
Beyond belief.) What did she say to you? Get more candles,
Gather all my family. Do you think they're married?

RODERIGO.
I really think they are.

BRABANTIO.
Oh heaven! How did she get out? Oh, the betrayal of the blood!
Fathers, don't trust your daughters' minds
Based on what you see them do. Are there not charms
That can manipulate the innocence of youth and girlhood?
Haven't you read, Roderigo,
About something like that?

RODERIGO.
Yes, sir, I definitely have.

BRABANTIO.
Call my brother. Oh, I wish you had her!
Somehow, in one way or another. Do you know
Where we can find her and the Moor?

RODERIGO.
I think I can find him, if you don’t mind
Getting some good backup and coming with me.

BRABANTIO.
Please, lead the way. I’ll check every house,
I might be able to order them about. Get weapons, hurry!
And gather some special night watch officers.
Come on, good Roderigo. I’ll make it worth your effort.

[Exit.]

Enter Othello, Iago and attendants with torches.

IAGO.
Even though I've killed men in battle,
I still believe it's wrong to commit premeditated murder;
I sometimes miss the wickedness needed to get the job done for me:
I’ve thought about stabbing him under the ribs nine or ten times.

OTHELLO.
It's better as it is.

IAGO.
No, but he talked a lot,
And used such rude and provoking language
About your honor,
That with the little decency I have,
I really struggled to hold back from him. But I ask you, sir,
Are you seriously married? Just know this,
That the powerful man is very well-liked
And has a voice that carries just as much weight
As the duke’s; he could divorce you,
Or impose on you whatever constraints and issues
The law (with all its power to enforce it)
Can throw at you.

OTHELLO.
Let him be spiteful;
My service to the state,
Will outweigh his complaints. It’s not yet known—
When I find out that boasting is honorable,
I will share it—I owe my life and existence
To men of royal birth. And my faults
Could challenge even a fortune as great
As the one I’ve achieved. But understand, Iago,
If it weren't for my love for the gentle Desdemona,
I wouldn’t trade my freedom
For anything in the world. But look, what lights are coming over there?

IAGO.
Those are the father and his friends:
You should go inside.

OTHELLO.
Not me; I need to be discovered.
My qualities, my position, and my complete soul
Will show me for who I really am. Is it them?

IAGO.
By Janus, I don't think so.

Enter Cassio and Officers with flashlights.

OTHELLO.
The servants of the duke and my lieutenant.
Good evening, friends!
What's the news?

CASSIO.
The duke is sending his regards, general,
And he urgently needs you to appear
Right away.

OTHELLO.
What's wrong, you think?

CASSIO.
I think it’s something from Cyprus.
It’s quite urgent. The galleys
Have sent a dozen messengers in a row
Just tonight, one right after the other;
And many of the consuls, gathered and ready,
Are already at the duke’s. You’ve been urgently summoned,
But since you weren’t at your place,
The senate has sent out about three different groups
To look for you.

OTHELLO.
I’m glad you found me.
I’ll just say a quick word here in the house,
And then I’ll go with you.

[Leave.]

CASSIO.
Ancient, what is he doing here?

IAGO.
Honestly, he’s hitched a ride on a big ship tonight:
If it turns out to be a legitimate catch, he’s set for life.

CASSIO.
I don't get it.

IAGO.
He’s married.

CASSIO.
To whom?

Enter Othello.

IAGO.
Come on, captain, are you ready to go?

OTHELLO.
Let’s go.

CASSIO.
Here comes another group looking for you.

Enter Brabantio, Roderigo and Officers with flashlights and weapons.

IAGO.
It's Brabantio. General, be careful,
He comes with bad intentions.

OTHELLO.
Hey, stop right there!

RODERIGO.
Sir, it’s the Moor.

BRABANTIO.
Get him, thief!

They draw on both sides.

IAGO.
You, Roderigo! Come on, man, I'm ready for you.

OTHELLO.
Put away your shiny swords, or the dew will rust them.
Good sir, you'll have more authority with age
Than with your weapons.

BRABANTIO.
You foul thief, where have you hidden my daughter?
Damn you, you've enchanted her,
For I’ll trust everything that makes sense,
(If she isn’t bound by magic)
Could a girl so tender, beautiful, and joyful,
So opposed to marriage that she avoided
The wealthy, pampered suitors of our country,
Ever willingly run from her guard
Into the dirty arms
Of someone like you—out of fear, not desire?
Judge me, world, if it’s not obvious,
That you've used dark magic on her,
Abused her delicate youth with drugs or potions
That weaken her body. I’ll have it argued;
It’s likely and clear to anyone thinking.
I therefore arrest you
For being a corrupting influence, a practitioner
Of forbidden arts.—
Seize him, if he resists,
Subdue him at his own risk.

OTHELLO.
Hold on a second,
All of you who support me and everyone else:
If it were my turn to fight, I would know it
Without needing a cue. Where do you want me to go
To respond to this accusation?

BRABANTIO.
You will be taken to prison until the appropriate time
For the law and proper legal proceedings
Bring you in to answer.

OTHELLO.
What if I do comply?
How will the duke be satisfied,
When his messengers are here with me,
On some urgent state matter,
To bring me to him?

OFFICER.
It's true, most esteemed sir,
The duke is in a meeting, and I’m sure they’ve called for you.

BRABANTIO.
What? The duke in council?
At this hour? Get him here;
I have a serious issue. The duke himself,
Or any of my fellow statesmen,
Must feel this wrong as if it were their own.
Because if such actions are allowed to happen freely,
Our leaders will be like bond-slaves and pagans.

[Exit.]

The Duke and Senators are seated at a table, with officers present.

DUKE.
The news isn't put together in a way
That makes it credible.

FIRST SENATOR.
Yes, they are out of balance;
My reports indicate a hundred and seven galleys.

DUKE.
And I have a hundred and forty.

SECOND SENATOR
And I have two hundred:
But even if they don't match a fair calculation,
(As often happens in situations where the goal varies,
It’s usually different,) they all agree
A Turkish fleet is heading towards Cyprus.

DUKE.
No, it's definitely possible to judge:
I don’t fully convince myself of the mistake,
But I do agree with the main point
In a fearful way.

SAILOR.
[Inside.] Hey! Hey! Hey!

OFFICER.
A messenger from the ships.

Enter Sailor.

DUKE.
So, what's the deal?

SAILOR.
The Turkish forces are heading for Rhodes,
So I was instructed to report here to the officials
By Signior Angelo.

DUKE.
What do you think about this change?

FIRST SENATOR.
This can't be
By any measure of reason. It’s a show
To keep us looking the wrong way. When we think about
How important Cyprus is to the Turk;
And let ourselves realize
That, since it concerns the Turk more than Rhodes,
He can handle it more easily,
Because it’s not in such a strong military position,
But entirely lacks the resources
That Rhodes has. If we consider this,
We can’t assume the Turk is so foolish
As to leave what concerns him most for last,
Ignoring an opportunity for ease and gain,
To face a pointless risk.

DUKE.
No, honestly, he’s not meant for Rhodes.

OFFICER.
Here's more news.

Enter a Messenger.

MESSENGER.
The Ottomites, respected and kind,
Sailing steadily toward the island of Rhodes,
Have joined forces there with a follow-up fleet.

FIRST SENATOR.
Yeah, that’s what I figured. How many, do you think?

MESSENGER.
Of thirty ships, and now they're changing course
To head back, openly showing
Their intentions toward Cyprus. Signior Montano,
Your loyal and brave servant,
With his sincere duty expresses this to you,
And asks you to trust him.

DUKE.
It's certain, then, for Cyprus.
Isn't Marcus Luccicos in town?

FIRST SENATOR.
He’s in Florence now.

DUKE.
Send a message to him; it needs to go out immediately.

FIRST SENATOR.
Here comes Brabantio and the brave Moor.

Enter Brabantio, Othello, Iago, Roderigo and Officers.

DUKE.
Brave Othello, we need to put you to work
against the main enemy, the Ottomans.
[To Brabantio.] I didn't see you there; welcome, kind sir,
We missed your advice and support tonight.

BRABANTIO.
I felt the same way about yours. Please forgive me, Your Grace.
Neither my rank, nor anything I’ve heard of business
Has gotten me out of bed, nor does the general concern
Affect me; because my personal grief
Is so overwhelming and overpowering
That it consumes and overshadows other sorrows,
And it remains unchanged.

DUKE.
What's wrong?

BRABANTIO.
My daughter! Oh, my daughter!

DUKE and SENATORS.
Are they dead?

BRABANTIO.
Yeah, to me.
She has been wronged, taken from me, and tainted
By spells and potions bought from charlatans;
For nature couldn’t possibly go so wrong,
Not being lacking, blind, or dull of sense,
Without witchcraft involved.

DUKE.
Whoever he is, that in this terrible situation,
Has deceived your daughter into losing herself,
And you of her, the harsh book of law
You will read for yourself in the painful detail,
According to your own understanding, even if our own son
Were involved in your case.

BRABANTIO.
I sincerely thank you, Your Grace.
Here is the man, this Moor, who it seems
Your direct order for state matters
Has brought here.

ALL.
We're really sorry about this.

DUKE.
[To Othello.] What can you say about this, from your perspective?

BRABANTIO.
Just this, it's true.

OTHELLO.
Most respected, serious, and esteemed leaders,
My very noble and approved masters:
It’s true that I took this old man’s daughter,
I really did marry her.
The main reason for my offense
Is just this, nothing more. I'm rough in my speech,
And not blessed with the soft words of peace;
For since these arms of mine have been strong for seven years,
Until now, for about nine months, they have used
Their greatest efforts in the battlefield,
And I can’t really speak about this vast world,
More than what relates to fights and battles,
So I won't elaborate much on my defense
In speaking for myself. Yet, with your kind patience,
I will share an honest, straightforward story
Of my entire love journey: what drugs, what charms,
What spells, and what powerful magic,
(For that’s what I’m being accused of)
I won his daughter.

BRABANTIO.
A girl who was never bold:
So calm and quiet that her own movements
Made her blush; and despite her nature,
Her age, her country, her reputation, everything,
To fall in love with something she was afraid to look at!
It’s a seriously flawed judgement
That would admit perfection could make a mistake
Against all the laws of nature, and must be forced
To uncover tricks from devilish sources,
To explain why this happened. I therefore repeat,
That with some potent mixtures over the blood,
Or with some potion conjured for this purpose,
He influenced her.

DUKE.
This doesn’t prove anything;
We need a broader and clearer test
Than these flimsy appearances and weak chances
That modern looks make us believe about him.

FIRST SENATOR.
But, Othello, tell me:
Did you win and manipulate this young woman’s feelings
Through deceit and coercion?
Or was it through honest request, and such sincere inquiry
That connects one soul to another?

OTHELLO.
I really urge you,
Send for the lady to the Sagittary,
And let her talk about me before her father.
If you hear anything bad about me from her,
Not only take away the trust and the position I have with you,
But also let your judgment fall on my life.

DUKE.
Bring Desdemona here.

OTHELLO.
Officer, lead them; you know the area best.

[Iago and Attendants exit.]

And until she comes, just as surely as to heaven
I admit the flaws in my nature,
So honestly to your serious ears I’ll share
How I succeeded in this beautiful lady’s love,
And she in mine.

DUKE.
Say it, Othello.

OTHELLO.
Her father loved me, often invited me,
Always asked me about the story of my life,
From year to year—the battles, sieges, fortunes,
That I have experienced.
I shared it all, from my childhood days
To the very moment he asked me to tell it,
In which I spoke of the most disastrous events,
Of dangerous accidents by land and sea;
Of narrow escapes in the face of deadly danger;
Of being captured by the arrogant enemy,
And sold into slavery, my eventual freedom,
And my importance in my traveler's history,
Where I spoke of vast caves and empty deserts,
Rough quarries, rocks, and mountains touching the sky,
It was my cue to speak—such was the story;
And of the cannibals who eat each other,
The Anthropophagi, and men whose heads
Grow beneath their shoulders. Hearing this
Would truly engage Desdemona.
But still, household duties would pull her away,
Which, whenever she could quickly finish,
She’d come back, and with eager ears
Devour my tale; which I noticed,
So I once found a good moment and a way
To draw from her a heartfelt request
That I would tell her all about my journey,
Of which she had heard bits and pieces,
But not with full attention. I agreed,
And often made her cry
When I spoke of some distressing blow
That my youth had suffered. When I finished my story,
She rewarded me for my efforts with a world of sighs.
She swore, in truth, it was strange, it was incredibly strange;
It was pitiful, it was wondrous pitiful.
She wished she hadn’t heard it, yet she wished
That heaven had made her such a man: she thanked me,
And told me, if I had a friend who loved her,
I should just teach him how to tell my story,
And that would win her over. On this hint, I spoke:
She loved me for the dangers I had faced,
And I loved her because she pitied them.
This is the only magic I have used.
Here comes the lady. Let her witness it.

Enter Desdemona, Iago, and attendants.

DUKE.
I believe this story would win my daughter over as well.
Good Brabantio,
Make the most of this messed-up situation.
Men prefer to use their broken weapons
Rather than their bare hands.

BRABANTIO.
Please listen to her speak.
If she admits that she was part of the pursuit,
Then I’ll take full responsibility, if my wrongful accusations
Fall on the man!—Come here, sweet lady:
Do you see in this esteemed company
Where your loyalty is due?

DESDEMONA.
My dear father,
I can see that I have conflicting responsibilities:
I owe you my life and education.
Both my life and education teach me
To respect you. You are the one I owe my loyalty to,
I am still your daughter: but here’s my husband.
And just as much duty as my mother showed
To you, choosing you over her father,
I claim that I can show
The same loyalty to my lord, the Moor.

BRABANTIO.
God be with you! I'm done.
If it pleases your grace, let's move on to state affairs.
I would rather adopt a child than have one of my own.—
Come here, Moor:
I give you this with all my heart
Which I would keep from you if you didn't already have it.—For your sake, my dear,
I’m truly glad I have no other child,
Because your escape would teach me cruelty,
To put burdens on them.—I have finished, my lord.

DUKE.
Let me speak like you and share a thought,
Which might help these lovers win your favor.
When there's no remedy left, the pain ends
By facing the worst, which was once tied to hope.
To grieve over something that's already gone
Is the quickest way to attract new trouble.
What can't be saved when fortune turns,
Patience turns into a mockery of its injury.
The robbed person who smiles takes something from the thief;
He harms himself who wastes time in pointless sorrow.

BRABANTIO.
Let the Turk of Cyprus deceive us if he wants,
We won’t lose our spirit as long as we can smile;
He handles his punishment well, taking in
Only the comfort he hears coming from it;
But he carries both the punishment and the pain
That, to cope with grief, must borrow from poor patience.
These statements can be sweet or bitter,
Powerful on both sides, they are uncertain:
But words are just words; I’ve never heard
That a broken heart was healed by what it hears.
I kindly ask you to move on to the state matters.

DUKE.
The Turks are gearing up for a major attack on Cyprus. Othello, you know the strength of the place better than anyone. Even though we have someone competent in charge there, public opinion, which has a powerful influence, leans towards you as the safer choice. So, you’ll need to accept that you’ll have to set aside the shine of your recent successes for this tougher and more chaotic mission.

OTHELLO.
The harsh practice of tradition, esteemed senators,
Has turned the hard and cold bed of war
Into my soft, comfortable place to rest: I recognize
A natural readiness within me
To face difficulties, and I take on
This current battle against the Ottomans.
So, with all due respect, I humbly ask you,
To make proper arrangements for my wife,
Acknowledging her status and presentation,
With suitable provisions and treatment
That match her upbringing.

DUKE.
If you don’t mind,
Let’s go to her father’s.

BRABANTIO.
I won't accept it.

OTHELLO.
Me neither.

DESDEMONA.
Neither would I. I wouldn’t want to live there,
Making my father anxious,
By being in his sight. Most gracious duke,
Please lend your supportive ear to my situation,
And help me find a way through your words
To assist my simplicity.

DUKE.
What do you want, Desdemona?

DESDEMONA.
I loved the Moor enough to be with him,
My struggles and ups and downs
Can proclaim to the world: my heart’s been tamed
To match my lord’s true nature.
I saw Othello’s face in his character,
And I devoted my soul and my future
To his honor and brave qualities.
So, dear lords, if I'm left behind,
An unwanted peace while he goes off to war,
The reasons I love him are taken from me,
And I will endure a painful wait
Because of his dear absence. Let me go with him.

OTHELLO.
Let her have your support.
I swear to heaven, I’m not asking for this
Just to satisfy my cravings,
Or to give in to the youthful desires
That I’ve left behind, and for my own pleasure,
But to be generous and open-minded towards her.
And heaven protect your good souls if you think
I would neglect your serious and important matters
Just because she’s with me. No, when playful little whims
Of feathered Cupid dull my senses
And my thoughts and duties are affected,
So that my distractions ruin my responsibilities,
Let the housewives turn my helmet into a frying pan,
And let all indignities and base hardships
Come against my reputation.

DUKE.
It's up to you to decide privately,
Whether she should stay or leave. This situation demands urgency,
And we need to act quickly.

FIRST SENATOR.
You must leave tonight.

OTHELLO.
Completely agree.

DUKE.
We'll meet again here at nine in the morning.
Othello, leave an officer behind,
And he will bring our orders to you,
Along with anything else important and relevant
That you need to know.

OTHELLO.
If it pleases you, my lord,
He is a man of honesty and trust,
I entrust my wife to his care,
Along with anything else you think
Should be sent after me.

DUKE.
Let it be so.
Good night to everyone. [To Brabantio.] And, esteemed sir,
If goodness is not without its beautiful appeal,
Your son-in-law is much more handsome than dark.

FIRST SENATOR.
Goodbye, brave Moor, take care of Desdemona.

BRABANTIO.
Watch her, Moor, if you can see:
She’s deceived her father, and she might deceive you too.

[Exit Duke, Senators, Officers, etc.]

OTHELLO.
I trust my life to her faith! Honest Iago,
I must leave my Desdemona with you.
I ask you, let your wife look after her,
And bring them back in the best way possible.—
Come, Desdemona, I only have an hour
Of love, of worldly matters, and guidance,
To spend with you. We have to follow the time.

[Othello and Desdemona exit.]

Iago—

IAGO.
What do you say, noble heart?

RODERIGO.
What should I do, do you think?

IAGO.
Well, just go to bed and get some sleep.

RODERIGO.
I will drown myself immediately.

IAGO.
If you do, I’ll never love you again. Why, you foolish guy!

RODERIGO.
It's foolish to stay alive when living is painful; and then we have a prescription to die when death is our doctor.

IAGO.
What a villain! I've been in this world for 28 years, and since I could tell the difference between a good thing and a bad thing, I've never met anyone who truly knew how to love themselves. Before I would say I'd drown myself for the sake of a guinea-hen, I'd switch places with a baboon.

RODERIGO.
What should I do? I admit it's embarrassing to be so infatuated, but I can't help it.

IAGO.
Virtue! What a joke! It’s really up to us how we are. Our bodies are like gardens, and our wills are the gardeners. So if we choose to plant weeds or grow lettuce, put in hyssop and pull out thyme, fill it with one type of herb or mix it up with many, whether we let it go to waste or tend to it with hard work, the power and control over that is in our hands. If the balance of our lives didn’t have one side of reason to balance the other side of desire, our instincts and base nature would lead us to terrible choices. But we have reason to calm our wild impulses, our physical urges, and our unchecked desires; and what you call love is just a part of that, a branch or an offshoot.

RODERIGO.
It can't be.

IAGO.
It's just a desire for pleasure and a choice you make. Come on, be a man. Drown yourself? Drown some stray cats and blind puppies instead. I've claimed to be your friend, and I admit I'm tied to your worth with strong bonds; I could never help you better than right now. Put money in your pocket; go to war; disguise yourself with a fake beard; I’m serious, put money in your pocket. It can't be that Desdemona's love for the Moor will last long—put money in your pocket—nor his for her. It started out intensely, and you’ll see an equal separation—just put money in your pocket. These Moors change their minds easily. Fill your pocket with cash. The food that he finds delicious now will soon taste as bitter as a coloquintida. She’s going to change for youth. Once she's had enough of him physically, she’ll realize her mistake. She needs change, that's a fact. So, put money in your pocket. If you really want to damn yourself, do it in a more refined way than drowning. Make as much money as you can. If a vow between a misguided barbarian and a clever Venetian isn’t too tricky for my wits or the whole of hell, you'll have her; so make money. Forget about drowning yourself! That’s just not the way to go: you’d be better off getting hanged in pursuit of your happiness than drowning and losing her.

RODERIGO.
Will you hold on to my hopes if I rely on the outcome?

IAGO.
You can count on me. Go, make some money. I've told you many times, and I'll say it again, I hate the Moor. My reasons are strong; yours are just as valid. Let's join forces in our revenge against him: if you can cheat on him, you'll do yourself a favor and give me some entertainment. There are many things about to unfold in the future. Now go, get your money ready. We'll talk more about this tomorrow. Goodbye.

RODERIGO.
Where should we meet in the morning?

IAGO.
At my place.

RODERIGO.
I'll be with you early.

IAGO.
Alright, goodbye. Are you listening, Roderigo?

RODERIGO.
What do you say?

IAGO.
No more about drowning, got it?

RODERIGO.
I've changed. I'm going to sell all my land.

[Leave.]

IAGO.
This is how I always make a fool my wallet.
I would be wasting what I’ve learned
If I spent time with such a loser
Except for my own fun and profit. I hate the Moor,
And people think that he’s been with my wife.
I’m not sure if it’s true,
But I will act as if it is, just in case. He trusts me,
And that will help me carry out my plan.
Cassio’s a handsome guy. Let’s see,
How to take his job and boost my own ambitions
Through double deception. How, how? Let’s think.
After a while, I’ll poison Othello’s mind
By suggesting he’s too close to his wife.
Cassio has the looks and a smooth demeanor,
Perfect for making women unfaithful.
The Moor is straightforward and open,
He thinks men are honest just because they appear to be,
And he can be easily led
Just like donkeys.
I’ve got it. It’s set in motion. Hell and night
Must bring this awful scheme to the world’s attention.

[Leave.]

Enter Montano and two Gentlemen.

MONTANO.
What can you see at sea from the cape?

FIRST GENTLEMAN.
Not a thing at all, it’s a massive flood.
I can’t see a sail between the sky and the sea.

MONTANO.
I think the wind has spoken loudly on land.
No stronger gust has ever shaken our defenses.
If it has roared like that at sea,
What beams of oak, when mountains crumble on them,
Can hold the structure? What are we going to hear about this?

SECOND GENTLEMAN.
A separation of the Turkish fleet.
Just stand on the crashing shore,
The angry waves seem to pelt the clouds,
The wind-whipped surf, with its huge and turbulent waves,
Seems to splash water on the blazing Bear,
And cool the guards of the constant pole;
I never liked to watch disturbance
On the rough waters.

MONTANO.
If the Turkish fleet
Isn't sheltered and anchored, they're going to sink.
It's impossible to endure this.

Enter a third Gentleman.

THIRD GENTLEMAN.
Hey, guys! Our wars are over.
The fierce storm has hit the Turks so hard
That their plans have stopped. A noble ship from Venice
Has witnessed a terrible wreck and suffering
On most of their fleet.

MONTANO.
How? Is this real?

THIRD GENTLEMAN.
The ship has arrived,
A woman from Verona; Michael Cassio,
Lieutenant to the fierce Moor Othello,
Has come ashore; the Moor himself is at sea,
And has full authority here for Cyprus.

MONTANO.
I'm glad about that. He's a worthy governor.

THIRD GENTLEMAN.
But this Cassio, even though he talks about comfort
Regarding the Turkish defeat, still looks sad,
And hopes the Moor is safe; because they were separated
By a terrible and violent storm.

MONTANO.
I really hope he is;
Because I’ve served him, and he leads
Like a true soldier. Let’s head to the seaside, come on!
Both to see the ship that’s arrived
And to admire brave Othello,
Until our eyes blur the land and sky.

THIRD GENTLEMAN.
Come on, let’s do that;
Because every minute is a chance
For more arrivals.

Enter Cassio.

CASSIO.
Thank you, the brave people of this warlike island,
For supporting the Moor! O, may the heavens
Protect him from the elements,
Because I have lost him at sea in dangerous conditions.

MONTANO.
Is he well equipped?

CASSIO.
His ship is solidly built, and his captain
Is very skilled and highly regarded;
So my hopes, not worn out,
Are confidently in good hands.

[i]Within.[/i] A sail, a sail, a sail!

Enter a Messenger.

CASSIO.
What’s that noise?

MESSENGER.
The town is empty; on the edge of the sea
Stand groups of people, and they shout “A sail!”

CASSIO.
I believe he is meant to be the governor.

[A shot.]

SECOND GENTLEMAN.
They do show their goodwill.
At least, our friends do.

CASSIO.
Please, sir, go outside,
And let us know the truth about who has arrived.

Sure.

[Leave.]

MONTANO.
But, hey lieutenant, is your general married?

CASSIO.
Luck is on his side: he’s won a girl
Who surpasses every description and wild reputation,
One who outshines the clever claims of writers,
And in the very essence of her being
Leaves the creator in awe.

Enter second Gentleman.

How's it going? Who's around?

SECOND GENTLEMAN.
It's one Iago, who's a trusted officer to the general.

CASSIO.
He has had very favorable and lucky progress:
Storms, rough seas, and roaring winds,
The jagged rocks and gathered sands,
Betrayers trying to weigh down the innocent ship,
As if they are aware of beauty, do let go
Their human nature, allowing the divine Desdemona to pass safely by.

MONTANO.
What is she?

CASSIO.
The woman I mentioned, our great leader's leader,
Is under the charge of the brave Iago;
His arrival here is faster than we expected,
In just a week’s time. Great Jove, protect Othello,
And fill his sails with your own mighty wind,
So he can bless this bay with his grand ship,
Ignite passion in Desdemona’s embrace,
Reignite the fire in our tired spirits,
And bring comfort to all of Cyprus!

Enter Desdemona, Iago, Roderigo, and Emilia.

Oh, look,
The wealth of the ship has come ashore!
You men of Cyprus, kneel before her.
Greetings to you, lady! May the grace of heaven,
Surround you from every side!

DESDEMONA.
Thank you, brave Cassio.
What news do you have about my husband?

CASSIO.
He hasn't arrived yet, and I don't know anything
Except that he's doing well and will be here soon.

DESDEMONA.
Oh, but I’m worried—How did you get separated from your group?

A sail, a sail!

CASSIO.
The intense struggle between the sea and the sky
Separated us. But listen! A ship.

[Guns inside.]

SECOND GENTLEMAN.
They send their regards to the citadel.
This is also a friend.

CASSIO.
Check the news.

[Exit Gentleman.]

Welcome, my good friend. [To Emilia.] Welcome, ma'am.
Please don’t let my manners annoy you, good Iago,
It's just my upbringing
That makes me act so politely.

Kissing her.

IAGO.
Sir, if she would give you as much of her lips
As she frequently gives of her words to me,
You would have more than enough.

DESDEMONA.
Sadly, she can't speak.

IAGO.
Honestly, too much.
I realize it still when I want to sleep.
Sure, in front of you, I admit,
She keeps her feelings close to her heart,
And scolds herself with her thoughts.

EMILIA.
You don't really have a reason to say that.

IAGO.
Come on, come on; you’re like showpieces outside,
Charming in your living rooms, ferocious in your kitchens,
Holy in your grievances, demonic when insulted,
Actors in your domestic tasks, and homemakers in your beds.

Desdemona: Oh, shame on you, slanderer!

IAGO.
No, it's true, or else I'm a fool.
You wake up to play and go to bed to work.

EMILIA.
You won't write anything good about me.

IAGO.
No, I won't.

DESDEMONA.
What would you say about me if you were to praise me?

IAGO.
Oh, kind lady, please don't make me do it,
Because I’m nothing if not judgmental.

DESDEMONA.
Come on, let’s try. —Has someone gone to the harbor?

IAGO.
Yes, ma'am.

DESDEMONA.
I'm not happy, but I pretend
To be different from what I really am.—
Now, how would you compliment me?

IAGO.
I’m working on it, but honestly, my ideas
Come from my head like birdlime does from fabric,
It pulls out all sense: but my creativity struggles,
And this is what comes out.
If she is attractive and smart, beauty and intelligence,
One is for practicality, the other makes use of it.

DESDEMONA.
Well said! What if she's black and clever?

IAGO.
If she's dark-skinned and also smart,
She'll find a white guy who suits her just fine.

DESDEMONA.
This is getting worse.

EMILIA.
How is it fair and foolish?

IAGO.
She’s never been foolish if she’s attractive,
Because even her mistakes helped her have a child.

DESDEMONA.
These are outdated silly tricks meant to make drunks laugh in the bar. What pathetic compliments do you have for someone who's ugly and foolish?

IAGO.
No one is so wicked and foolish that they don’t play dirty tricks just like the good and wise do.

DESDEMONA.
Oh, what a terrible lack of understanding! You praise the worst so well. But what kind of praise could you give to a truly deserving woman, one who, based on her own merit, was compelled to take on the very blame of malice itself?

IAGO.
She who was always beautiful and never arrogant,
Could speak freely but was never loud,
Never lacked money yet never flaunted it,
Avoided her desires but would say, “Now I can”;
She who, when angry, held back her revenge,
Told her grievances to stay and let her anger go;
She who was never so naïve in her wisdom
To swap the cod’s head for the salmon’s tail;
She who could think and never reveal her thoughts,
Saw suitors pursuing her without looking back;
She was a remarkable person, if anyone ever was—

DESDEMONA.
To do what?

IAGO.
To nurture fools and keep track of trivial matters.

DESDEMONA.
Oh, what a pathetic and powerless conclusion!—Don't take after him, Emilia, even if he is your husband.—What do you think, Cassio? Isn’t he a totally immoral and extravagant advisor?

CASSIO.
He's more straightforward, ma'am. You might appreciate him more as a soldier than as a scholar.

IAGO.
[Aside.] He holds her hand. Yeah, nice job, whisper. With such a tiny web, I’ll catch a big fish like Cassio. Yes, keep smiling at her, do. I’ll trap you with your own flirting. You’re right, it really is true. If these tricks get you removed from your lieutenant position, it would’ve been better if you hadn’t kissed your three fingers so often, which you’re again so eager to show off. Very good; nice kiss, a wonderful gesture! It really is true. Again, your fingers to your lips? I wish they were something else just for your sake!

[Trumpets inside.]

The Moor! I recognize his trumpet.

CASSIO.
It's true.

DESDEMONA.
Let’s meet him and welcome him.

CASSIO.
Look, here he comes!

Enter Othello and Attendants.

OTHELLO.
O my beautiful warrior!

Desdemona.
My dear Othello!

OTHELLO.
I'm amazed, as much as I'm happy,
To see you here in front of me. Oh, what joy!
If after every storm such calm returns,
Let the winds blow until they wake the dead!
And let the struggling ship climb mountains of waves
As high as Olympus, then plunge back down
As deep as hell is from heaven! If I were to die now,
It would be the happiest time, because I fear
My soul is so completely satisfied
That nothing could bring me a joy like this
In an uncertain future.

DESDEMONA.
Heaven forbid
That our love and happiness shouldn't grow
Just like our days do!

OTHELLO.
Amen to that, sweet powers!
I can't express how happy I am about this.
It leaves me speechless; it’s so joyful:
And this, and this, the greatest conflicts we face [They kiss.]
That we will ever encounter!

IAGO.
[Aside.] Oh, you're in a good mood now,
But I’ll adjust the strings that create this music,
As honest as I am.

OTHELLO.
Come on, let’s head to the castle.—
Good news, friends, our wars are over, the Turks are drowned.
How is my old friend from this island?
Darling, you’ll be well liked in Cyprus;
I’ve found great love among them. Oh my sweet,
I’m rambling out of style, and I’m getting
Lost in my own comforts.—I ask you, good Iago,
Go to the bay and unload my bags.
Bring the captain to the citadel;
He’s a good man, and he deserves
A lot of respect.—Come on, Desdemona,
Once again, good to see you in Cyprus.

[Exit Othello, Desdemona and Attendants.]

IAGO.
Meet me at the harbor right now. Come here. If you’re brave—as they say, even ordinary men in love have a nobility in them that isn’t usually there—listen to me. The lieutenant is on guard tonight: first, I need to tell you this: Desdemona is really in love with him.

RODERIGO.
With him? No way, that's not possible.

IAGO.
Put your finger here, and let your soul be guided. Look at how fiercely she first loved the Moor, just for his boasting and his fanciful stories. Will she still love him for just talking? Don’t be fooled by your wise heart. She needs to be attracted visually. What pleasure will she have in looking at a devil? When the blood is made dull from physical intimacy, to reignite it and give a new hunger, there must be beauty in appearance, connection in age, manners, and attractiveness; all of which the Moor lacks. Because he is missing these essential qualities, her delicate nature will feel betrayed, start to feel disgusted, and come to loathe the Moor. Her very nature will teach her this and push her toward another choice. Now, considering this (since it’s a strong and undeniable point), who stands out better to grab this opportunity than Cassio? He’s a smooth talker; he’s only trustworthy to the extent that he pretends to be polite and civilized to achieve his secret and reckless desires. No one, truly no one! A slippery and cunning guy, a master at finding chances; he can fantasize and create opportunities, even when true ones aren’t available: a wicked man! Plus, he’s handsome, young, and has all those traits that foolish, naive minds look for. A thoroughly despicable rogue, and the woman has already noticed him.

RODERIGO.
I can’t believe that in her, she is full of such amazing qualities.

IAGO.
Blessed fig’s end! The wine she drinks is made from grapes: if she had been blessed, she would never have loved the Moor. Blessed pudding! Didn't you see her slap his hand? Didn't you notice that?

RODERIGO.
Yes, I did. But that was just being polite.

IAGO.
Lust, I swear. It’s a clear and dark introduction to a story full of desire and dirty thoughts. They were so close that their breaths intertwined. Terrible thoughts, Roderigo! When things like this start to happen, the main event is right around the corner, the inevitable conclusion. Ugh! But, sir, listen to me. I brought you from Venice. Keep an eye out tonight. I’ll put you in charge. Cassio doesn’t know you. I won’t be far away. Look for a chance to provoke Cassio, whether by speaking too loudly, criticizing his behavior, or whatever else you think might work, as the moment allows.

RODERIGO.
Alright.

IAGO.
Look, he gets angry quickly and acts impulsively, and he might hit you with his stick if you push him. Get him riled up, because I can turn the people of Cyprus against him. The only way to fix things is by getting rid of Cassio. That way, you'll have an easier path to what you want, thanks to the favor I'll have to help you, with the biggest obstacle out of the way, which is the only hope we have for success.

RODERIGO.
I'll do this if I can find the right opportunity.

IAGO.
I promise you. Meet me soon at the fortress: I need to bring his supplies ashore. Goodbye.

RODERIGO.
Goodbye.

[Leave.]

IAGO.
I truly believe that Cassio loves her;
That she loves him seems likely and is widely accepted:
The Moor, even though I can’t stand him,
Has a constant, loving, noble nature;
And, I dare say, he’ll be a great husband to Desdemona.
Now, I love her too,
Not purely out of lust (though I might be guilty of a significant sin)
But partly to feed my revenge,
Because I suspect that the lusty Moor
Has taken my place. Just the thought of it
Gnaws at my insides like a poisonous substance,
And nothing will satisfy my soul
Until I get even with him, wife for wife,
Or, if that doesn’t work, at least I want to make the Moor
Jealous to the point where he can’t think straight. To accomplish this,
If this worthless guy from Venice, whom I look down on
For his quick ways, is up for it,
I’ll set our Michael Cassio up,
Bad-mouth him to the Moor in the most outrageous way
(For I’m also concerned that Cassio might get in my way)
Make the Moor thank me, love me, and reward me
For making him ridiculously foolish
And messing with his peace of mind
Even to madness. It’s all a bit confusing now.
A schemer’s true face is never seen until it’s used.

[Log out.]

Enter Othello’s Herald with a notice.

HERALD.
It’s Othello’s wish, our noble and brave general, that due to the news we’ve just received about the total destruction of the Turkish fleet, everyone should celebrate: some will dance, some will light bonfires, each person to whatever fun and festivities they prefer. In addition to this good news, we are also celebrating his wedding. This is how much he wants this to be announced. All venues are open, and there’s full freedom to feast from now at five o’clock until the bell rings at eleven. May heaven bless the island of Cyprus and our noble general Othello!

[Log out.]

Enter Othello, Desdemona, Cassio and attendants.

OTHELLO.
Alright, Michael, make sure to watch the guard tonight.
Let's remind ourselves of the importance of holding back,
So we don’t go overboard with our behavior.

CASSIO.
Iago has instructions on what to do.
But still, I will keep an eye on it myself.

OTHELLO.
Iago is so trustworthy.
Michael, good night. Tomorrow, at your earliest
Let’s have a chat. [To Desdemona.] Come, my dear love,
The deal is done, now we can enjoy the rewards;
That benefit is still to come between us.—
Good night.

[Othello, Desdemona, and Attendants exit.]

Enter Iago.

CASSIO.
Hey, Iago. We need to head to the watch.

IAGO.
Not right now, lieutenant. It’s not even ten o’clock yet. Our general sent us away this early because of his love for Desdemona; we shouldn’t blame him for that. He hasn’t had his fun with her yet, and she’s definitely a catch.

CASSIO.
She's an incredibly classy woman.

IAGO.
And I can guarantee she's full of surprises.

CASSIO.
She really is a beautiful and delicate person.

IAGO.
What a look she has! It feels like an invitation to provoke.

CASSIO.
A welcoming gaze, yet I think quite modest.

IAGO.
And when she talks, isn't it a warning to love?

CASSIO.
She’s truly perfect.

IAGO.
Well, cheers to their sheets! Come on, lieutenant, I’ve got a jug of wine; and out here are a couple of Cyprus guys who would love to raise a glass to the health of the dark Othello.

CASSIO.
Not tonight, good Iago. I have a very poor and unhappy mind for drinking. I really wish courtesy would come up with some other way to have a good time.

IAGO.
Oh, they're our friends; just one drink: I'll do it for you.

CASSIO.
I've only had one drink tonight, and I made sure to dilute it, and look at how it affects me: I'm struggling with this weakness, and I can't push myself to have any more.

IAGO.
What’s up, man! It’s a night of partying. The lads want it.

CASSIO.
Where are they now?

IAGO.
They’re right outside. Please, let them in.

CASSIO.
I’ll do it; but I don’t like it.

[Leave.]

IAGO.
If I can get him to drink just one more cup,
Along with what he's already had tonight,
He’ll be as ready for a fight and trouble
As my young mistress’s dog. Now my foolish friend Roderigo,
Whom love has turned inside out,
Has been drinking heavily tonight for Desdemona,
And he’s supposed to be watching:
Three guys from Cyprus, noble and proud,
Who keep their honor at a safe distance,
The very essence of this warlike island,
I’ve gotten tonight drunk with flowing drinks,
And they’re watching too. Now, among this group of drunks,
I’ll set up our Cassio to do something
That might cause trouble for the island. But here they come:
If things turn out like I hope they will,
My plan will go smoothly, both with the wind and the current.

Enter Cassio, Montano and Gentlemen; followed by Servant with wine.

CASSIO.
I swear, they’ve already gotten me drunk.

MONTANO.
Honestly, just a small drink; not more than a pint, I swear as a soldier.

IAGO.
Some wine, hey!
[Sings.]

And let me the cannikin clink, clink,
    And let me the cannikin clink, clink:
        A soldier's a man,
        Oh, a man's life is just a short time,
    So why not let a soldier drink.

Some wine, guys!

CASSIO.
"Honestly, a great song."

IAGO.
I learned it in England, where they really excel at drinking: your Dane, your German, and your heavyset Dutchman—drink up!—are nothing compared to the English.

CASSIO.
Is your English guy really that good at drinking?

IAGO.
Well, he can make you drink until you're dead drunk; he doesn't even work hard to take down your German; he makes your Dutchman vomit before the next bottle can be poured.

CASSIO.
Here's to the health of our general!

MONTANO.
I'm in, lieutenant; and I’ll make sure you get what you deserve.

IAGO.
O sweet England!

Singing.

King Stephen was a noble figure,
        His pants cost him just a crown;
    He thought sixpence was way too much,
        So he called the tailor a scoundrel.
    He was a man of great reputation,
        And you are just of low status:
    It’s pride that brings the nation down,
        So take your old cloak with you.

Some wine, cheers!

CASSIO.
Honestly, this is a nicer song than the other one.

IAGO.
Will you listen to it again?

CASSIO.
No, because I believe he is unworthy of his position if he does those things. Well, God is above all, and there are souls that must be saved, and there are souls that must not be saved.

IAGO.
It's true, good lieutenant.

CASSIO.
As for me, I don’t mean any disrespect to the general or to anyone of importance; I just hope to be okay.

IAGO.
I feel the same way, lieutenant.

CASSIO.
Yeah, but, if you don’t mind, not in front of me; the lieutenant comes first before the ensign. Let’s stop with this; let’s get back to work. Forgive us for our mistakes! Gentlemen, let’s focus on our tasks. Don’t think, gentlemen, I’m drunk. This is my right-hand man, and this is my left. I’m not drunk right now. I can stand just fine, and I can speak clearly.

All.
Really good.

CASSIO.
Well, then. You shouldn’t assume that I’m drunk.

[Log out.]

MONTANO.
To the platform, everyone. Come on, let’s keep watch.

IAGO.
You see that guy who just left,
He’s a soldier capable of standing next to Caesar
And giving orders: and just look at his flaws,
They balance out his strengths perfectly,
One as long as the other. It’s a shame about him.
I worry that the trust Othello puts in him,
During some unusual moment of weakness,
Will cause trouble on this island.

MONTANO.
But is he like this often?

IAGO.
It’s always the introduction to his sleep:
He’ll keep an eye on the clock for twice as long
If drink doesn’t lull him to sleep.

MONTANO.
It would be good
For the general to be reminded of it.
Maybe he doesn't realize it, or his good nature
Values the virtues he sees in Cassio,
And overlooks his flaws: isn't that true?

Enter Roderigo.

IAGO.
[Aside to him.] What’s up, Roderigo?
Please, go after the lieutenant.

[Exit Roderigo.]

MONTANO.
And it's a shame that the noble Moor
Should risk something so important as his own position
With someone who has a serious flaw:
It would be the right thing to say this
To the Moor.

IAGO.
Not me, for this beautiful island.
I care for Cassio a lot and would do anything
To help him with this problem. But, wait! What’s that noise?

"Help! Help!"

Enter Cassio, bringing in Roderigo.

CASSIO.
Wow, you scoundrel, you rascal!

MONTANO.
What's wrong, lieutenant?

CASSIO.
A scoundrel is going to teach me my responsibilities! I’ll smash that scoundrel into a twig bottle.

RODERIGO.
Hit me?

CASSIO.
Are you talking, rogue?

[Attacking Roderigo.]

MONTANO.
No, good lieutenant;
I ask you, sir, please stop.

CASSIO.
Let me go, man,
Or I’ll knock you out.

Montano.
Come on, you’re drunk.

CASSIO.
Tipsy?

They’re fighting.

IAGO.
[Aside to Roderigo.] Get lost, I tell you! Go out and start a riot.

[Exit Roderigo.]

No, good lieutenant, God's will, gentlemen.
Help, hey!—Lieutenant,—sir,—Montano,—sir:—
Help, guys! Here’s a fine watch indeed!

A bell chimes.

Who's that ringing the bell?—Diablo, hey!
The town will wake up. By God's will, lieutenant, hold on,
You'll be ashamed forever.

Enter Othello and Attendants.

OTHELLO.
What's going on here?

MONTANO.
Wow, I'm still bleeding; I'm hurt badly.

OTHELLO.
Stop, for your lives!

IAGO.
Wait, lieutenant,—sir,—Montano,—everyone,—
Have you completely forgotten your senses and responsibilities?
Stop! The general is addressing you; stop, stop, shame on you!

OTHELLO.
What’s going on? Where is this coming from?
Have we become like Turks and are doing to ourselves
What heaven has forbidden the Ottomans?
For the sake of Christianity, stop this savage fight:
Whoever moves next to cut in because of his own anger
Is holding his soul lightly; he’ll die from his own actions.
Silence that terrifying bell, it scares the island
From its decency. What’s the matter, everyone?
Honest Iago, who looks dead from sorrow,
Speak up, who started this? I’m counting on you.

IAGO.
I don't know. Just moments ago, we were friends, even now,
Like a couple getting ready for bed;
And then, just now,
It was like some planet had messed with our heads,
Swords drawn, aiming at each other's chests,
Ready to fight. I can't explain
How we ended up in this ridiculous conflict;
And I wish, in a glorious fight, I had lost
The legs that got me involved in it!

OTHELLO.
Why is it, Michael, that you've been forgotten like this?

CASSIO.
I ask you to forgive me; I can't find the words to say.

OTHELLO.
Worthy Montano, you used to be so polite.
The seriousness and calm of your youth
The world has recognized, and your name is well-respected
Among the wisest critics: what's going on,
That you're ruining your reputation like this,
And sacrificing your good name for the title
Of a street fighter? Explain yourself.

MONTANO.
Noble Othello, I’m in serious danger.
Your officer, Iago, can explain everything to you,
While I hold back my words, which are bothering me right now,
About everything I know; I don’t know anything
I’ve said or done wrong tonight,
Unless being protective of oneself is sometimes a flaw,
And defending ourselves is considered a sin
When we are attacked.

OTHELLO.
Now, by heaven,
My blood starts to take control over my better judgment,
And passion, having clouded my best judgment,
Tries to take charge. Damn it, if I move,
Or even raise this arm, the best among you
Will fall under my scorn. I need to know
How this terrible chaos started, who incited it,
And whoever is guilty in this matter,
Even if they were born with me,
Will lose my support. What! In a town at war,
Where the people are filled with fear,
To settle personal and family disputes,
At night, while we’re supposed to be safe?
It’s outrageous. Iago, who started this?

MONTANO.
If you’re only partially on their side, or in cahoots with them,
If you share more or less than the truth,
Then you’re not a soldier.

IAGO.
Don't touch me so closely.
I would rather have my tongue cut out
Than say anything to offend Michael Cassio.
Still, I convince myself that speaking the truth
Won't harm him. Here's the situation, General:
Montano and I were chatting,
When suddenly a guy came running, shouting for help,
And Cassio was right behind him with his sword drawn,
Ready to attack. Sir, this man
Steps in front of Cassio and asks him to stop.
I chased after the guy who was yelling,
In case his noise caused a panic in the town: he was quick,
And I couldn't catch up. I turned back,
Partly because I heard the clash of swords,
And Cassio swearing, which I’ve never heard him do before tonight. When I returned,
(Which all happened pretty fast) I found them close together,
Fighting just like they were
When you intervened yourself.
I can't report anything more about this.
But people are people; the best of them can forget sometimes;
Though Cassio did a slight wrong to him,
As people in anger often hurt those they care about,
I'm sure Cassio, I believe, received
Some serious insult from the man who ran away,
Which patience couldn't endure.

OTHELLO.
I know, Iago,
Your honesty and love are making this situation seem less serious,
Making it easier for Cassio. Cassio, I care about you,
But you will never be my officer again.

Enter Desdemona, with an attendant.

Look, if my gentle love isn't lifted up!
I'll make you an example.

DESDEMONA.
What's wrong?

OTHELLO.
Everything’s fine now, sweetheart; let’s go to bed.
Sir, I’ll take care of your wounds myself.
Help him away.

[Montano is taken away.]

Iago, keep an eye on the town,
And quiet those who were disturbed by this nasty fight.
Come, Desdemona: it’s the soldiers’ life
To have their peaceful sleep interrupted by conflict.

[Exeunt all except Iago and Cassio.]

IAGO.
What, are you okay, lieutenant?

CASSIO.
Yeah, beyond all surgery.

IAGO.
No way, heaven forbid!

CASSIO.
Reputation, reputation, reputation! Oh, I’ve lost my reputation! I’ve lost the valuable part of myself, and what’s left is animalistic. My reputation, Iago, my reputation!

IAGO.
As an honest man, I thought you had been hurt; that makes more sense than worrying about reputation. Reputation is a useless and often misleading concept, often gained without real merit and lost without any wrongdoing. You haven’t lost any reputation at all, unless you see yourself as a loser. Listen, there are ways to win back the public’s favor: you’ve just fallen out of it for now, a punishment that’s more about strategy than spite, just like someone would beat an innocent dog to scare off a fierce lion. Approach him again, and he’ll be on your side.

CASSIO.
I would rather be looked down on than trick such a good leader with such a petty, drunken, and foolish officer. Drunk? And talk nonsense? And argue? Strut around? Curse? And ramble on with my own shadow? Oh you invisible spirit of wine, if you don’t have a name, let’s just call you the devil!

IAGO.
Who was the person you chased with your sword? What did he do to you?

CASSIO.
I don't know.

IAGO.
Is it possible?

CASSIO.
I remember a bunch of things, but nothing clear; a fight, but no reason why. Oh God, that people would let an enemy into their mouths to rob them of their minds! That we could, with joy, fun, partying, and applause, turn ourselves into animals!

IAGO.
Well, you seem better now. How did you get better?

CASSIO.
Drunkenness has made way for the wrath of the devil. One flaw reveals another, making me truly hate myself.

IAGO.
Come on, you're being too serious. Given the current time, place, and situation in this country, I really wish this hadn't happened; but since it has, fix it for your own benefit.

CASSIO.
I’ll ask him for my position again; he’ll just call me a drunk! If I had as many mouths as Hydra, that answer would shut them all up. To be a reasonable guy one minute, a fool the next, and then a total animal! How strange! Every excessive drink is cursed, and the substance is pure evil.

IAGO.
Come on, good wine is a great companion if you know how to enjoy it. Stop complaining about it. And, good lieutenant, I believe you think I care about you.

CASSIO.
I've really proven it, sir.—I was drunk!

IAGO.
You or any guy can get drunk now and then, man. Here’s what you should do. Our general's wife is basically in charge now; I can say that because he’s completely focused on her and her qualities. Just be honest with her. Press her for help to get back in her good graces. She's so generous, kind, and capable, she thinks it’s a flaw in her kindness not to do more than asked. Ask her to mend the rift between you and her husband, and I bet anything that this crack in your love will become stronger than it was before.

CASSIO.
You're giving me good advice.

IAGO.
I swear, with all my love and genuine kindness.

CASSIO.
I really believe that; and early in the morning, I will ask the good Desdemona to help me out. I’m in trouble with my situation if they hold me back here.

IAGO.
You're right. Good night, lieutenant, I need to head to my shift.

CASSIO.
Good night, trustworthy Iago.

[Log out.]

IAGO.
So who says I'm the villain here?
When I'm giving this advice for free and being honest,
It's reasonable to think, and really the way
To win the Moor back? Because it's easy
To sway Desdemona in any honest request. She’s as fertile
As the open elements. And for her
To win the Moor, it would mean giving up his baptism,
All the seals and symbols of forgiven sin.
His soul is so tied to her love
That she can make or break him, do whatever she wants,
Just as her desires will control him
With his weak abilities. So how am I, a villain,
For advising Cassio on this same path,
Straight to his benefit? The irony!
When devils wear their darkest sins,
They first present themselves as angels,
Just like I’m doing now: while this honest fool
Considers Desdemona to fix his fortunes,
And she advocates for him strongly to the Moor,
I’ll inject this poison into his mind,
That she turns him down for her physical desires;
And the more she tries to help him,
The more she will ruin her reputation with the Moor.
So I will turn her virtue into something toxic,
And from her own goodness create the trap
That will catch them all.

Enter Roderigo.

What's up, Roderigo?

RODERIGO.
I'm here in pursuit, not like a hunting dog, but more like one that just adds to the noise. I'm almost out of cash, and I've been through a rough time tonight; I guess in the end, I'll gain some experience for my troubles and, with no money left and a bit more sense, head back to Venice.

IAGO.
How unfortunate are those who lack patience!
What injury ever healed quickly?
You know we rely on cleverness, not magic,
And cleverness takes time.
Is everything going well? Cassio has defeated you,
And yet, with that minor injury, you’ve dismissed Cassio;
Although other things flourish in the sunlight,
The fruits that bloom first will ripen first.
Be patient for a bit. Seriously, it’s morning;
Enjoyment and activity make the hours fly by.
Take a break; go to where you’re assigned.
Go on, I say, you’ll find out more later.
No, just leave.

[Exit Roderigo.]

Two things need to happen,
My wife has to approach Cassio to her mistress.
I’ll get her to do it;
Meanwhile, I’ll pull the Moor aside,
And catch him when he finds Cassio
Trying to get close to his wife. Yeah, that’s the plan.
Don’t let this idea fade away with hesitation and wait.

[Leave.]

Enter Cassio and some Musicians.

CASSIO.
Hey, everyone, let’s have some fun. I’ll make it short;
And let’s say "Good morning, general."

Music.

Enter Clown.

CLOWN.
Hey, guys, have your instruments been in Naples? Is that why they sound like this?

FIRST MUSICIAN.
How, sir?

CLOWN.
Are these, please tell me, wind instruments?

FIRST MUSICIAN.
Yes, indeed, they are, sir.

CLOWN.
Oh, there's a story there.

FIRST MUSICIAN.
What's the story behind that, sir?

CLOWN.
Sure, sir, there are plenty of wind instruments I know about. But, here’s some money for you, and the general enjoys your music so much that he asks you, out of kindness, to stop making so much noise with it.

FIRST MUSICIAN.
Well, we won’t.

CLOWN.
If you have any music that might go unheard, play it again. But, as they say, the general doesn't really care much for music.

FIRST MUSICIAN.
We don't have any like that, sir.

CLOWN.
Then pack up your pipes, because I'm leaving. Go, disappear into thin air, now!

[Musicians exit.]

CASSIO.
Do you hear me, my honest friend?

CLOWN.
No, I don’t hear your honest friend. I hear you.

CASSIO.
Please, hold your remarks for now. Here’s a bit of gold for you: if the lady who helps the general’s wife is around, let her know that Cassio would like to ask her for a small favor. Will you do this?

CLOWN.
She's moving, sir; if she comes over here, I’ll make it clear to her.

CASSIO.
Help me out, my friend.

[Exit Clown.]

Enter Iago.

In good times, Iago.

IAGO.
So, you haven't been to bed, then?

CASSIO.
No, not at all. The day had already broken
Before we said goodbye. I took the liberty, Iago,
To reach out to your wife. My request to her
Is that she will help me get in touch with the virtuous Desdemona.

IAGO.
I'll send her to you right away,
And I’ll come up with a way to get the Moor
Out of the way, so your conversation and arrangements
Can be more private.

CASSIO.
I humbly thank you for it.

[Exit Iago.]

I never knew
A Florentine who was kinder and more honest.

Enter Emilia.

EMILIA.
Good morning, good lieutenant; I'm sorry
For your unhappiness, but everything will be okay.
The general and his wife are discussing it,
And she stands up for you strongly: the Moor replies
That the person you hurt is well-known in Cyprus
And has strong connections, and that in wise judgment
He couldn’t do anything but turn you down; but he insists he loves you
And doesn’t need any other suitor except for his own feelings
To take the best chance head-on
To bring you back in.

CASSIO.
But I ask you,
If you think it's appropriate, or if it's possible,
Please give me the opportunity for a quick conversation
With Desdemona alone.

EMILIA.
Please, come in.
I’ll make sure you have time
To speak your heart openly.

CASSIO.
Thanks, I really appreciate it.

[Exit.]

Enter Othello, Iago and Gentlemen.

OTHELLO.
These letters I’m giving to you, Iago, to pass to the pilot,
And he will deliver my responsibilities to the senate.
Once that's done, I’ll be checking on the fortifications,
Meet me there.

IAGO.
Alright, my good lord, I'll do it.

OTHELLO.
Shall we take a look at this fortification, gentlemen?

Gentlemen.
We'll wait for you, sir.

[They exit.]

Enter Desdemona, Cassio, and Emilia.

DESDEMONA.
Don't worry, good Cassio, I will do
Everything I can to help you.

EMILIA.
Please, madam, do. I guarantee it pains my husband
As though the issue were his own.

DESDEMONA.
Oh, he’s a good guy. Don’t worry, Cassio,
I will have my lord and you back again
Just as friendly as you were.

CASSIO.
Generous lady,
No matter what happens to Michael Cassio,
He’s always been your loyal servant.

DESDEMONA.
I know. Thank you. You really do love my husband.
You've known him for a long time, and you can be sure
He won't feel distant from you, just maintaining a professional space.

CASSIO.
Yes, but, lady,
That plan might either last for a long time,
Or rely on such a delicate and insubstantial diet,
Or become so altered by circumstances,
That, with me gone and my position filled,
My general will forget my loyalty and service.

DESDEMONA.
Don’t doubt it. In front of Emilia here,
I promise you your position. Trust me,
If I vow friendship, I’ll keep that vow
To the very end. My husband won’t have a moment of peace;
I’ll keep him in check and talk him into frustration;
His bed will feel like a classroom, his meals like confession;
I’ll mix everything he does
With Cassio’s request. So be cheerful, Cassio,
Because your advocate would rather die
Than let your case fall apart.

Enter Othello and Iago.

EMILIA.
Madam, here comes my lord.

CASSIO.
Madam, I'll be leaving.

DESDEMONA.
Wait, and let me talk to you.

CASSIO.
Ma'am, not right now. I'm feeling really uncomfortable,
Not in the right state for my own plans.

DESDEMONA.
Well, use your judgment.

[Exit Cassio.]

IAGO.
Ha, I don’t like that.

OTHELLO.
What do you say?

IAGO.
Nothing, my lord; or maybe—I’m not sure what.

OTHELLO.
Wasn't that Cassio leaving my wife?

IAGO.
Cassio, my lord? No, I can’t believe it,
That he would sneak away looking so guilty,
Seeing you approach.

OTHELLO.
I really think it was him.

DESDEMONA.
What’s wrong, my lord?
I’ve been speaking with a suitor here,
A man who is suffering because you’re upset with him.

OTHELLO.
Who do you mean?

DESDEMONA.
It's your lieutenant, Cassio. Please, my lord,
If I have any influence or ability to persuade you,
Please accept his current reconciliation;
For if he truly doesn’t love you,
It's out of ignorance, not malice,
I can’t judge an honest face.
I urge you to call him back.

OTHELLO.
Did he leave now?

DESDEMONA.
Yes, truly; I'm so affected
That he's left some of his pain with me
To endure alongside him. Please, my love, call him back.

OTHELLO.
Not right now, sweet Desdemona, another time.

DESDEMONA.
But will it be soon?

OTHELLO.
The sooner, sweet, for you.

DESDEMONA.
Will it be tonight at dinner?

OTHELLO.
Not tonight.

DESDEMONA.
Dinner tomorrow then?

OTHELLO.
I'm not having dinner at home;
I'm meeting the captains at the citadel.

DESDEMONA.
So then, tomorrow night, or Tuesday morning,
On Tuesday afternoon, or evening; on Wednesday morning.
Please name the time, but let it not
Be more than three days. Honestly, he’s sorry;
And yet his wrong, in our common view,
(Except that they say, the wars need to set examples
Out of their best) isn’t really a fault
To deserve a personal reprimand. When will he come?
Tell me, Othello: I’m curious in my heart,
What you would ask me that I should refuse,
Or hesitate about. What? Michael Cassio,
Who came courting with you, and so many times,
When I’ve spoken poorly of you,
Has defended you, working so hard
To help him out! Believe me, I could do a lot.

OTHELLO.
Please, no more. Let him come whenever he wants;
I won't deny you anything.

DESDEMONA.
Why, this is not a favor;
It’s like I should ask you to wear your gloves,
Or eat healthy food, or keep you warm,
Or beg you to do something that only benefits
Yourself: no, when I have a request
That I truly want to bring up your love,
It will be serious and heavy,
And hard to agree to.

OTHELLO.
I won't deny you anything.
So, I beg you, please give me this,
Just to have a little time to myself.

DESDEMONA.
Should I refuse you? No, goodbye, my lord.

OTHELLO.
Goodbye, my Desdemona. I'll be with you soon.

DESDEMONA.
Emilia, come on. Be whatever your instincts tell you.
No matter what you are, I will follow.

[Leave with Emilia.]

OTHELLO.
Amazing person! Damn my soul,
But I really love you! And when I don't love you,
Everything falls apart again.

IAGO.
My esteemed lord,—

OTHELLO.
What do you say, Iago?

IAGO.
Did Michael Cassio know about your love for my lady when you were trying to win her over?

OTHELLO.
He did, from beginning to end. Why do you ask?

IAGO.
Just to clarify my thoughts.
No additional harm.

OTHELLO.
Why do you think, Iago?

IAGO.
I didn’t think he knew her.

OTHELLO.
Oh yes, and it happened often between us.

IAGO.
Really?

OTHELLO.
Really? Yes, really. Do you see anything in that?
Is he not trustworthy?

IAGO.
Really, my lord?

OTHELLO.
Honest? Yeah, honest.

IAGO.
My lord, as far as I know.

OTHELLO.
What do you think?

IAGO.
What do you think, my lord?

OTHELLO.
Think about it, my lord? By heaven, he mirrors me,
As if there's some monster in his mind
Too awful to show. You mean something.
I heard you say just now that you didn’t like it,
When Cassio left my wife. What didn't you like?
And when I told you he was advising me
Throughout my entire courtship, you exclaimed, “Really?”
And you furrowed your brow,
As if you had just locked away in your mind
Some horrible idea: if you love me,
Show me what's on your mind.

IAGO.
My lord, you know that I care about you.

OTHELLO.
I think you do;
And because I know you’re full of love and honesty
And consider your words before you say them,
These pauses of yours scare me even more:
For such things in a dishonest traitor
Are just habits; but in a straight man,
They’re sincere expressions, coming from the heart,
That passion cannot control.

IAGO.
As for Michael Cassio,
I truly believe he is honest.

OTHELLO.
I agree.

IAGO.
People should be what they appear;
And those who aren't, I wish they would just not exist!

OTHELLO.
For sure, people should be who they appear to be.

IAGO.
Well then, I guess Cassio’s a good guy.

OTHELLO.
But wait, there’s more to this:
Please, talk to me about what you’re thinking,
As you ponder, and share your deepest thoughts
The harshest words.

IAGO.
My lord, please excuse me.
While I have a duty to fulfill every obligation,
I am not required to do what all slaves are free to do.
Speak my mind? Well, people would call my thoughts vile and false:
Is there any place where ugly things
Don’t sometimes intrude? Who has a heart so pure
That some impure thoughts
Don’t hold sessions and sit alongside
Thoughts that are acceptable?

OTHELLO.
You are plotting against your friend, Iago,
If you even just think he’s been wronged and make him unaware
Of your true feelings.

IAGO.
I urge you,
Even though I might be wrong in what I suspect,
As I admit, it’s a flaw in my nature
To look for problems, and my jealousy
Creates faults that don’t exist,—that your understanding
Would ignore someone who thinks so imperfectly,
And not let it cause you any worry
From my scattered and uncertain observations.
It wouldn’t be right for your peace or your well-being,
Nor for my integrity, honesty, or wisdom,
To share my thoughts with you.

OTHELLO.
What do you mean?

IAGO.
A good reputation for both men and women, dear lord,
Is the most precious thing about them.
Whoever takes my money takes worthless stuff. It’s something, nothing;
It was mine, now it's his, and has been owned by many.
But the person who steals my good name
Takes away something that doesn’t benefit them
And leaves me truly poor.

OTHELLO.
I swear, I’ll find out what you’re thinking.

IAGO.
You can't, even if my heart were in your hand,
And you won't, as long as it's in my possession.

OTHELLO.
Huh?

IAGO.
Oh, beware, my lord, of jealousy;
It's the green-eyed monster that mocks
The one it feeds on. That cuckold lives in bliss
Who, knowing his fate, doesn’t love his betrayer;
But oh, what terrible moments he goes through
Who loves deeply, yet doubts, suspects, yet loves intensely!

OTHELLO.
Oh no!

IAGO.
Being poor and happy is better than being rich;
But endless wealth feels just as bad as being poor
To someone who constantly worries about losing everything.
Oh my God, protect my family
From jealousy!

OTHELLO.
Why, why is this?
Do you think I’d live my life in jealousy,
Constantly changing with every little doubt
That comes up? No. To have doubt just once
Is to have my mind made up: swap me for a goat
If I ever let the matters of my heart
Turn into such empty and inflated rumors,
Matching your assumptions. It doesn’t make me jealous
To say my wife is beautiful, eats well, enjoys company,
Is open with her words, sings, plays, and dances well;
Where there’s virtue, these qualities are even more virtuous:
Nor will I, based on my own weaknesses, create
The slightest fear or doubt about her faithfulness,
Because she had eyes and chose me. No, Iago,
I’ll see before I doubt; when I doubt, I’ll need proof;
And based on that proof, there’s only one thing left:
Away with love or jealousy!

IAGO.
I'm glad to hear that because now I have a reason
To show you the love and loyalty I have for you
More openly: so, as I’m obligated,
Please accept this from me. I'm not talking about proof yet.
Pay attention to your wife; watch her closely with Cassio;
Keep an eye on things, not overly jealous but also not too relaxed.
I wouldn’t want your generous and noble nature,
Because of your kindness, to be taken advantage of. Be careful.
I know how people are in our country;
In Venice, they let heaven witness the things
They wouldn’t dare show their husbands. Their best way to stay clear
Is not to leave things undone but to keep them hidden.

OTHELLO.
You say that?

IAGO.
She tricked her father by marrying you;
And when she acted like she was scared of your looks,
She actually loved them the most.

OTHELLO.
And she did.

IAGO.
Well, then.
She, who at such a young age could create such a facade,
To blind her father’s eyes like they were made of oak,
He believed it was witchcraft. But I’m the one at fault.
I sincerely ask for your forgiveness
For loving you too much.

OTHELLO.
I’m bound to you forever.

IAGO.
I can see this has brought your spirits down a bit.

OTHELLO.
Not at all, not at all.

IAGO.
Trust me, I’m worried it has.
I hope you’ll take my words
As coming from my love. But I can see you’re upset.
I’m asking you not to twist my words
Into bigger issues or a wider scope
Than just suspicion.

OTHELLO.
I won't.

IAGO.
If you do that, my lord,
My words would lead to such terrible outcomes
That I never intended. Cassio is my good friend.
My lord, I can see you're upset.

OTHELLO.
No, not really affected.
I don’t believe Desdemona is anything but honest.

IAGO.
May she live long! And may you live long for thinking that way!

OTHELLO.
And yet, how nature straying from itself—

IAGO.
Yeah, that’s the point. To be honest with you,
Not to support many potential matches,
From her own background, appearance, and status,
Where we see nature's tendencies in everything;
Ugh! You can really sense something rotten in such a desire,
Deep imbalance, unnatural thoughts.
But forgive me: I'm not clearly talking about her,
Even though I might worry
Her desires, against her better judgment,
Might lead her to pair up with guys from her own country,
And then she might regret it.

OTHELLO.
Goodbye, goodbye:
If you notice anything more, let me know;
Get your wife to keep an eye on things. Leave me, Iago.

IAGO.
[Leaving now.] My lord, I'm taking off.

OTHELLO.
Why did I get married? This honest person definitely
sees and knows more, a lot more, than he lets on.

IAGO.
[Returning.] My lord, I hope you can consider my request
To leave this issue alone for now. Give it some time:
It’s true that Cassio deserves his position,
Since he handles it quite well,
But if you could keep him away for a bit,
You'll be able to see him and his motivations more clearly.
Observe if your wife pressures him
With any strong or intense insistence,
That will reveal a lot. In the meantime,
Let me appear overly concerned
(As I have plenty of reasons to be)
And keep her free, I respectfully ask you.

OTHELLO.
Don't fear my leadership.

IAGO.
I'm leaving once more.

[Log out.]

OTHELLO.
This guy is incredibly honest,
And knows everything, with a wise spirit,
About human relationships. If I find her untrustworthy,
Even though her leash was my heartstrings,
I’d let her go and let the wind take her
To chase her luck. Maybe, because I’m Black,
And I don’t have the smooth conversation
That socialites do, or because I’ve aged,
But that’s not much—
She’s gone, I’ve been deceived, and my only relief
Has to be to hate her. Oh, the curse of marriage,
That we can claim these delicate beings as ours,
And not their desires! I’d rather be a toad,
Living off the air of a dungeon,
Than keep a piece of the one I love
For others to enjoy. Yet, it’s the burden of the powerful,
Privileged as they are, they’re less than the lowly,
It’s an unavoidable fate, like death:
Even then this twisted curse is destined for us
When we come to life. Desdemona is coming.
If she’s being unfaithful, oh, then heaven is mocking itself!
I won’t believe it.

Enter Desdemona and Emilia.

DESDEMONA.
What's up, my dear Othello?
Your dinner is ready, and the hospitable islanders
You invited are waiting for you.

OTHELLO.
It's my fault.

DESDEMONA.
Why are you speaking so softly?
Are you feeling okay?

OTHELLO.
I have a headache here on my forehead.

DESDEMONA.
I swear, with all this watching, it will fade away again;
Just let me bind it tightly for an hour,
It will be okay.

OTHELLO.
Your napkin is too small;

[He puts the handkerchief down, and she drops it.]

Leave it be. Come on, I’ll go in with you.

DESDEMONA.
I'm really sorry to hear that you're not feeling well.

[Othello and Desdemona exit.]

EMILIA.
I'm glad I found this napkin;
It was the first gift she got from the Moor.
My unpredictable husband has asked me a hundred times
To steal it. But she loves this keepsake so much,
Because he told her she should always keep it,
That she keeps it with her
To kiss and talk to. I’ll have it taken out,
And give it to Iago. What he’ll do with it
Heaven knows, not me,
I only want to satisfy his desires.

Enter Iago.

IAGO.
What’s up? What are you doing here by yourself?

EMILIA.
Don't scold me. I have something for you.

IAGO.
Something for me? It's just something ordinary—

EMILIA.
What?

IAGO.
To have a dumb wife.

EMILIA.
Oh, is that it? What will you give me now
For that same handkerchief?

IAGO.
What handkerchief are you talking about?

EMILIA.
What handkerchief?
Oh, the one that the Moor first gave to Desdemona,
The one you always told me to steal.

IAGO.
Have you stolen it from her?

EMILIA.
No, really, she just dropped it by accident,
And fortunately, since I was here, I picked it up.
Look, here it is.

IAGO.
A good girl, give it to me.

EMILIA.
What are you going to do with it, that you’ve been so eager
To have me steal it?

IAGO.
[Snatching it.] Why, what does that matter to you?

EMILIA.
If it's not for something important,
Give it back to me. Poor woman, she’ll go crazy
When she doesn’t have it.

IAGO.
Don't let anyone know about it; I have a purpose for it.
Go, leave me.

[Exit Emilia.]

I will drop this handkerchief in Cassio's room,
And let him find it. Little things like this
Are powerful proof for someone who’s jealous,
Just like the scriptures. This might do the trick.
The Moor is already being affected by my scheme:
Dangerous thoughts are like poisons,
Which at first seem harmless,
But with just a little push
They can burn like sulfur mines. I said that.

Enter Othello.

Look, here he comes. Neither poppy, nor mandragora,
Nor all the sleepy syrups of the world,
Will ever cure you to that sweet sleep
That you owed yesterday.

OTHELLO.
Ha! ha! you betrayed me?

IAGO.
Hey, what's up, general? Let’s drop that.

OTHELLO.
Get out! Leave me! You've put me through so much pain.
I swear it’s better to be completely mistreated
Than to know just a little about it.

IAGO.
What's up, my lord?

OTHELLO.
What did I care about her stolen moments of desire?
I didn’t see it, didn’t think about it, it didn’t hurt me.
I slept well the next night, felt free and happy;
I didn’t find Cassio’s kisses on her lips.
The one who is robbed, if he doesn’t want what’s stolen,
Let him be unaware, and he’s not robbed at all.

IAGO.
Sorry to hear that.

OTHELLO.
I would have been happy if the entire camp,
Pioneers and all, had experienced her sweetness,
So I would have remained unaware. Oh, now, forever
Goodbye to a peaceful mind! Goodbye to contentment!
Goodbye to the spirited troops and the grand battles
That make ambition a virtue! Oh, goodbye,
Goodbye to the neighing horse and the loud trumpet,
The soul-stirring drum, the piercing fife,
The royal flag, and all of nobility,
Pride, grandeur, and the spectacle of glorious war!
And, oh you mortal machines, whose rough voices
Mimic the terrifying sounds of immortal Jove,
Farewell! Othello’s purpose is gone!

IAGO.
Is it possible, my lord?

OTHELLO.
You better prove that my love is unfaithful;
You better believe it. Show me the evidence,
Or, by the value of a man's soul,
You would have been better off being born a dog
Than facing my awakened rage.

IAGO.
Is it really like this?

OTHELLO.
Show me that it's true, or at least prove it to me,
So that the evidence has no weakness or flaw
To leave room for doubt, or I'll bring ruin upon your life!

IAGO.
My esteemed lord,—

OTHELLO.
If you slander her and torture me,
Never pray again. Give up all regret;
On horror’s head, horrors pile up;
Do things that make heaven weep and all earth amazed;
For there's nothing you could do to bring on damnation
That's worse than that.

IAGO.
Oh grace! Oh God, protect me!
Are you even human? Do you have a soul or any sense?
God be with you. Just take my job.—Oh, miserable fool,
You live to make your honesty a flaw!
Oh, what a terrible world! Pay attention, pay attention, oh world,
Being straightforward and honest isn’t safe.
I appreciate this lesson, and from now on
I won’t love anyone, since love brings such trouble.

OTHELLO.
No, wait. You should be honest.

IAGO.
I should be smart; because being honest is foolish,
And ends up losing what it gains.

OTHELLO.
By the world,
I believe my wife is faithful, and I also doubt that she is.
I believe you are honest, and I also doubt that you are.
I need some proof: her name, which was as pure
As Diana’s beauty, is now tarnished and dark
Like my own face. If there are ropes or knives,
Poison or fire, or suffocating waters,
I won’t put up with it. I wish I could find peace!

IAGO.
I see, sir, you’re really worked up about this.
I regret bringing it up to you.
Are you going to be okay with this?

OTHELLO.
Would? No, I will.

IAGO.
Maybe; but how? How satisfied are you, my lord?
Would you, the overseer, openly stare,
Watch her be caught?

OTHELLO.
Damn it! O!

IAGO.
I think it would be a tedious challenge
To get them to see that view. Damn them then,
If any human eyes ever witness them supporting
Anything more than themselves! What then? How then?
What should I say? Where’s the satisfaction?
It’s impossible for you to see this,
Even if they were as innocent as goats, as lively as monkeys,
As ruthless as wolves in their pride, and as foolish
As ignorance in a drunken state. But still I say,
If accusations and strong evidence,
Which lead straight to the truth,
Will bring you satisfaction, you can have it.

OTHELLO.
Give me a solid reason she's unfaithful.

IAGO.
I don’t like this job,
But since I’ve gotten this far into it,
Driven by foolish honesty and love,
I’ll keep going. I was with Cassio recently,
And because I was having a terrible toothache,
I couldn’t sleep.
There are some people so loose in spirit,
That they’ll mumble about their business in their sleep.
One of those is Cassio:
While I was asleep, I heard him say, “Sweet Desdemona,
Let’s be careful, let’s hide our love;”
And then, sir, he would grab and squeeze my hand,
Shout “Oh sweet creature!” and kiss me hard,
As if he was pulling kisses right from the roots,
That grew on my lips, then laid his leg
Over my thigh, sighed and kissed, and then
Cried “Cursed fate that gave you to the Moor!”

Othello.
Oh no!

IAGO.
No, this was just his dream.

OTHELLO.
But this shows a certain outcome.
It’s a sharp doubt, even if it’s just a dream.

IAGO.
And this might help strengthen other evidence
That barely shows.

OTHELLO.
I'm going to tear her apart.

IAGO.
No, but think smart. Still, we haven't seen any evidence,
She could still be faithful. Just tell me this,
Haven't you ever noticed a handkerchief
With strawberry stains in your wife's hand?

OTHELLO.
I gave her something like that; it was my first gift.

IAGO.
I don't know about that: but I saw Cassio today
Wipe his beard with a handkerchief
(I’m sure it belonged to your wife).

OTHELLO.
If it is that,—

IAGO.
If that's the case, or anything that belonged to her,
It contradicts her along with the other evidence.

OTHELLO.
Oh, if only that guy had forty thousand lives!
One is way too little, too weak for my revenge!
Now I see it's true. Look here, Iago;
All my foolish love, I just send it up to heaven.
It’s gone.
Rise, dark vengeance, from your hollow hell!
Give up, oh love, your crown and treasured throne
To ruthless hate! Swell, chest, with your burden,
For it’s filled with the tongues of snakes!

IAGO.
Just be satisfied.

OTHELLO.
O, blood, Iago, blood!

IAGO.
Just be patient. You might change your mind.

OTHELLO.
Never, Iago. Like the Pontic Sea,
Whose icy current and relentless flow
Never feels a retreat, but keeps moving on
To the Propontic and the Hellespont;
Just like my bloody thoughts, with fierce urgency
Will never look back, will never sink to humble love,
Until a fitting and vast revenge
Swallows them up. Now by that marble heaven,
In the proper respect of a sacred vow [Kneels.]
I commit my words here.

IAGO.
Don't get up yet. [Kneels.]
You everlasting lights in the sky,
You forces that surround us,
Bear witness that here Iago gives up
His cleverness, his hands, his heart,
To serve the wronged Othello! Let him lead,
And obeying him will fill me with regret,
No matter how violent the task.

They get up.

OTHELLO.
I welcome your love,
Not with empty thanks, but with generous acceptance,
And I will right away act on it.
In these next three days, let me hear you say
That Cassio isn’t alive.

IAGO.
My friend is dead. It’s done as you asked.
But let her live.

OTHELLO.
Damn her, shameless woman! Oh, damn her, damn her!
Come, go with me privately; I’ll step away
To prepare some quick way to end her life
For that beautiful devil. Now you’re my lieutenant.

IAGO.
I'm yours always.

[Exit.]

Enter Desdemona, Emilia and Clown.

DESDEMONA.
Do you know, sir, where Lieutenant Cassio is?

CLOWN.
I can’t say he’s lying anywhere.

DESDEMONA.
Why, dude?

CLOWN.
He's a soldier, and to say a soldier lies is like stabbing him.

DESDEMONA.
Where is he staying?

CLOWN.
Saying where he stays is basically saying where I sleep.

DESDEMONA.
Can anything be done about this?

CLOWN.
I don't know where he stays; and if I were to come up with a place for him and say he’s here or he’s there, I’d be lying to myself.

DESDEMONA.
Can you ask him and find out what he thinks?

CLOWN.
I will quiz the world for him, meaning I’ll ask questions and answer them.

DESDEMONA.
Look for him and ask him to come here. Tell him I’ve spoken to my husband about him, and I hope everything will be fine.

CLOWN.
This is something that a person can figure out, so I’m going to give it a try.

[Leave.]

DESDEMONA.
Where should I misplace that handkerchief, Emilia?

I don't know, ma'am.

DESDEMONA.
Believe me, I would rather lose my wallet
Full of cash. And if my noble Moor
Is truly loyal and not like those petty, jealous types,
It would be enough to make him think the worst.

EMILIA.
Isn’t he jealous?

DESDEMONA.
Who, him? I think the sun where he was born
took all those qualities away from him.

EMILIA.
Look, here he comes.

Enter Othello.

DESDEMONA.
I won't leave him now until Cassio is called to him. How are you, my lord?

OTHELLO.
Well, my good lady. [Aside.] Oh, it’s tough to hide my feelings!
How are you, Desdemona?

DESDEMONA.
Well, my good man.

OTHELLO.
Hold my hand. This hand is moist, my lady.

DESDEMONA.
It hasn’t felt any age or known any sorrow yet.

OTHELLO.
This shows a bountiful and generous spirit.
Hot, hot, and moist. Your hand needs
Isolation from freedom, fasting, and prayer,
A lot of discipline, and devoted exercise;
Because there’s a young and restless devil here
That often rebels. It’s a good hand,
An honest one.

DESDEMONA.
You could definitely say that,
Because it was that hand that stole my heart.

OTHELLO.
A generous gesture. In the past, people gave their hearts,
But our modern symbols are gestures, not feelings.

DESDEMONA.
I can't talk about this. Come on, you promised.

OTHELLO.
What promise, babe?

DESDEMONA.
I've sent for Cassio to come and talk to you.

OTHELLO.
I have some salty tears that are bothering me.
Give me your handkerchief.

Here, my lord.

OTHELLO.
What I gave you.

DESDEMONA.
I don't have it with me.

OTHELLO.
Really?

DESDEMONA.
No, honestly, my lord.

OTHELLO.
That's a mistake. That handkerchief
Was given to my mother by an Egyptian.
She was a sorceress and could almost read
People's thoughts. She told her that while she kept it,
It would make her charming and completely win my father
Over to her love. But if she lost it,
Or gave it away, my father would find her detestable,
And his interest would wander to new loves. She, before dying, gave it to me,
And told me that when my fate had me marry,
I should give it to my wife. I did that; and pay attention,
Treasure it like your own precious eye.
To lose it or give it away would be such a disaster
That nothing else could compare.

DESDEMONA.
Is it possible?

OTHELLO.
It's true. There's magic in it.
A prophetess, who had counted in the world
The sun to travel two hundred paths,
In her prophetic excitement wove the fabric;
The worms were sacred that produced the silk,
And it was dyed in a substance that skilled artisans
Preserved from women's hearts.

DESDEMONA.
Really? Is it true?

OTHELLO.
Most definitely, so be sure to keep an eye on it.

DESDEMONA.
Then I wish I had never seen it!

OTHELLO.
Huh? Why?

DESDEMONA.
Why do you speak so suddenly and carelessly?

OTHELLO.
Is it lost? Is it gone? Speak, is it out of the way?

DESDEMONA.
God bless us!

Othello.
What do you say?

DESDEMONA.
It’s not lost, but what if it were?

OTHELLO.
How?

DESDEMONA.
I say it's not gone.

OTHELLO.
Fetch it, let me see it.

DESDEMONA.
Well, I could, sir, but I won't do it right now.
This is a tactic to distract me from my request.
Please, let Cassio be taken back.

OTHELLO.
Get me the handkerchief! I have a bad feeling.

DESDEMONA.
Come on.
You’ll never find a more capable man.

OTHELLO.
The scarf!

DESDEMONA.
Please, tell me about Cassio.

OTHELLO.
The tissue!

DESDEMONA.
A man who has built his good fortune on your love,
Shared dangers with you,—

OTHELLO.
The tissue!

DESDEMONA.
Honestly, it's your fault.

OTHELLO.
Get lost!

[Leave.]

EMILIA.
Isn't this guy jealous?

DESDEMONA.
I've never seen anything like this before.
There’s definitely something special about this handkerchief,
I’m really upset about losing it.

EMILIA.
It doesn't take a year or two to see a man:
They’re like stomachs and we’re just food;
They devour us hungrily, and when they're satisfied,
They spit us out.

Enter Cassio and Iago.

Look, Cassio and my partner.

IAGO.
There's no other option; she has to do it,
And look at the happiness! Go and pressure her.

DESDEMONA.
Hey there, good Cassio, what’s new with you?

CASSIO.
Madam, regarding my previous request: I sincerely ask you
That through your virtuous influence I may once again
Exist, and be a part of his affection,
Whom I, with all my heart,
Completely honor. I don’t want to be delayed.
If my wrongdoing is so serious
That neither my past service, nor my current sadness,
Nor any future merit,
Can win back his love for me,
Then knowing that would be beneficial for me;
I will then clothe myself in a forced contentment,
And close myself off to seek some other path
To the mercy of fortune.

DESDEMONA.
Oh, dear Cassio,
I'm not in the right place to help you right now;
My husband is not acting like himself; I wouldn't even recognize him
If he were friendly instead of angry.
As I stand before every holy spirit,
I have done my best to speak up for you,
And I've risked my own standing in his eyes
For expressing my thoughts! You need to be patient for a bit.
I'll do what I can, and I'll do even more
Than I would for myself. Just trust that for now.

IAGO.
Is my lord upset?

EMILIA.
He just left, and he was definitely in a strange state of agitation.

IAGO.
Can he really be angry? I've seen the cannon,
When it has blasted his troops into the sky
And, like the devil, from his own arm
Sent his own brother flying, and can he be angry?
There must be something significant going on. I’ll go meet him.
It’s definitely important if he’s angry.

Desdemona.
Please do so.

[Exit Iago.]

Something is definitely going on,
Whether it’s from Venice or some undisclosed scheme
That’s been made obvious here in Cyprus to him,
Has muddied his clear mind, and in such situations,
People's natures struggle with lesser issues,
Even when the big concerns are right in front of them. It’s just like that.
If our finger hurts, it affects
All the other healthy parts of our body in that same
Way of feeling pain. No, we have to remember that people aren’t gods,
And we can’t expect them to show the kind of respect
That’s fitting for a wedding. I swear to you, Emilia,
I was (not a great warrior as I am)
Blaming his unkindness in my heart;
But now I realize I had tampered with the evidence,
And he’s been wrongfully accused.

EMILIA.
I hope it’s about important matters, as you believe,
And not anything trivial or a jealous thought
About you.

DESDEMONA.
Oh no, I never gave him a reason!

EMILIA.
But jealous people won't be satisfied that easily;
They're not always jealous for a reason,
But jealous simply because they're jealous: it’s a monster
That creates itself, born from itself.

DESDEMONA.
I hope that monster stays out of Othello’s head!

EMILIA.
Lady, can I get an amen?

DESDEMONA.
I’ll go find him. Cassio, hang around here:
If I find him suitable, I’ll support your request,
And do everything I can to make it happen.

CASSIO.
Thank you, my lady.

[Desdemona and Emilia exit.]

Enter Bianca.

BIANCA.
Save yourself, friend Cassio!

CASSIO.
What brings you here from home?
How are you, my lovely Bianca?
Honestly, my sweet love, I was on my way to your place.

BIANCA.
I was heading to your place, Cassio.
What, are you going to be gone for a week? Seven days and nights?
Eight hundred and eighty hours, and the time apart for lovers,
More tedious than the clock counting eight hundred times?
Oh, what a tiring wait!