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Othello

Othello

Titel: Othello
Autoren: Reclam
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I am very ill at ease ,
    Â Â Â Â Unfit for mine own purpose.
    DESDEMONA. Well, do your discretion .
    (Exit Cassio.)
    IAGO. Ha, I like not that. [35]
    OTHELLO. What dost thou say?
    IAG O. Nothing, my lord, or if – I know not what.
    OTHELLO. Was not that Cassio parted from my wife?
    IAGO. Cassio, my lord? ... no, sure, I cannot think it,
    Â Â Â Â That he would sneak away so guilty-like, [40]
    Â Â Â Â Seeing you coming.
    OTHELLO. I do believe ’twas he.
    DESDEMONA. How now, my lord?
    Â Â Â Â I have been talking with a suitor here,
    Â Â Â Â A man that languish es in your displeasure.
    OTHELLO. Who is’t you mean? [45]
    DESDEMONA. Why, your lieutenant, Cassio, good my lord,
    Â Â Â Â If I have any grace or power to move you,
    Â Â Â Â His present reconciliation take:
    Â Â Â Â For if he be not one that truly loves you,
    Â Â Â Â That errs in ignorance, and not in cunning , [50]
    Â Â Â Â I have no judgement in an honest face,
    Â Â Â Â I prithee call him back.
    OTHELLO. Went he hence now?
    DESDEMONA. Yes, faith, so humbled,
    Â Â Â Â That he has left part of his griefs with me,
    Â Â Â Â I suffer with him; good love, call him back. [55]
    OTHELLO. Not now, sweet Desdemona, some other time.
    DESDEMONA. But shall ’t be shortly?
    OTHEL LO. The sooner, sweet, for you.
    DESDEMONA. Shall ’t be to-night at supper?
    OTHELLO. No, not to-night.
    DESDEMONA. To-morrow dinner then?
    OTHELLO. I shall not dine at home,
    Â Â Â Â I meet the captains, at the citadel. [60]
    DESDEMONA. Why then to-morrow night, or Tuesday morn,
    Â Â Â Â On Tuesday noon, or night, or Wednesday morn:
    Â Â Â Â I prithee name the time, but let it not
    Â Â Â Â Exceed three days: i’ faith, he’s penitent ,
    Â Â Â Â And yet his trespass , in our common reason, [65]
    Â Â Â Â (Save that, they say, the wars must make examples
    Â Â Â Â Out of their best) is not almost a fault
    Â Â Â Â To incur a private check: when shall he come?
    Â Â Â Â Tell me, Othello: I wonder in my soul,
    Â Â Â Â What you could ask me, that I should deny ? [70]
    Â Â Â Â Or stand so mammer ing on? What? Michael Cassio,
    Â Â Â Â That came a-wooing with you, and so many a time
    Â Â Â Â When I have spoke of you dispraisingly ,
    Â Â Â Â Hath ta’en your part, to have so much to do
    Â Â Â Â To bring him in? Byrlady , I could do much – [75]
    OTHELLO. Prithee no more, let him come when he will,
    Â Â Â Â I will deny thee nothing.
    DESDEMONA. Why, this is not a boon ,
    Â Â Â Â â€™Tis as I should entreat you wear your gloves;
    Â Â Â Â Or feed on nourishing dishes, or keep you warm,
    Â Â Â Â Or sue to you, to do a peculiar profit [80]
    Â Â Â Â To your own person: nay, when I have a suit
    Â Â Â Â Wherein I mean to touch your love indeed,
    Â Â Â Â It shall be full of poise and difficulty,
    Â Â Â Â And fearful to be granted.
    OTHELLO. I will deny thee nothing,
    Â Â Â Â Whereon I do beseech thee grant me this, [85]
    Â Â Â Â To leave me but a little to myself.
    DES DEMONA. Shall I deny you? no, farewell, my lord.
    OTHELLO. Farewell, my Desdemona, I’ll come to thee straight.
    DESD EMONA. Emilia, come; be it as your fancies teach you,
    Â Â Â Â Whate’er you be, I am obedient . [90]
    (Exeunt Desdemona and Emilia.)
    OTHELLO. Excellent wretch , perdition catch my soul,
    Â Â Â Â But I do love thee, and when I love thee not,
    Â Â Â Â Chaos is come again.
    IAGO. My noble lord, –
    OTHELLO. What dost thou say, Iago?
    IAGO. Did Michael Cassio, when you woo’d my lady, [95]
    Â Â Â Â Know of your love?
    OTHELLO. He did, from first to last: ... why dost thou ask?
    IAGO. But for a satisfaction of my thought.
    Â Â Â Â No further harm.
    OTHELLO. Why of thy thought, Iago?
    IAGO. I did not think he had been acquainted with her. [100]
    OTHELLO. O yes, and went between us very often.
    IAGO. Indeed?
    OTHELLO. Indeed? Indeed: discern’st thou aught in that?
    Â Â Â Â Is he not honest?
    IAGO. Honest, my lord? [105]
    OTHELLO. Honest? ay, honest.
    IAGO. My lord, for aught I know.
    OTHELLO. What dost thou think?
    IAGO. Think, my lord?
    OTHELLO. Think, my lord? By heaven, he echoes me, [110]
    Â Â Â Â As if there were some monster in
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