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Thus do I ever make my fool my purse: For I mine own gain'd knowledge should...View Full Monologue Text
Thus do I ever make my fool my purse:
For I mine own gain'd knowledge should profane,
If I would time expend with such a snipe.
But for my sport and profit. I hate the Moor:
And it is thought abroad, that 'twixt my sheets
He has done my office: I know not if't be true;
But I, for mere suspicion in that kind,
Will do as if for surety. He holds me well;
The better shall my purpose work on him.
Cassio's a proper man: let me see now:
To get his place and to plume up my will
In double knavery--How, how? Let's see:--
After some time, to abuse Othello's ear
That he is too familiar with his wife.
He hath a person and a smooth dispose
To be suspected, framed to make women false.
The Moor is of a free and open nature,
That thinks men honest that but seem to be so,
And will as tenderly be led by the nose
As asses are.
I have't. It is engender'd. Hell and night
Must bring this monstrous birth to the world's light.
Prior to this monologue, Iago has promised to help Roderigo cuckold Othello. Iago tells Roderigo that all he has to do is acquire money (which Iago fully intends to con him out of).
This soliloquy begins once Roderigo leaves and Iago is alone.
First there's a sneer at Roderigo: "Thus do I ever make my fool my purse" (1.3.383). He goes on to assure us that Roderigo is beneath contempt, "For I mine own gain'd knowledge should profane, / If I would time expend with such a snipe. / But for my sport and profit" (1.3.384-386). A snipe is a bird notorious for its flightiness and its tendency to run right into traps. If the actor who plays Roderigo has been skillfull enough, Iago can get a laugh at this point, because Roderigo is indeed a snipe.
Then Iago turns his attention to bigger game -- Othello. He hates Othello, "And it is thought abroad, that 'twixt my sheets / He has done my office" (1.3.387-388). "Abroad" means "everywhere," and Iago's "office" (function) between his sheets is to have sex with his wife. Iago is saying that everyone thinks that Othello is having an affair with Iago's wife. The rest of the play makes it clear that none of this is true; Othello and Iago's wife are not even vaguely interested in one another, and no one thinks otherwise. Iago is lying again, both to us and to himself, and he knows it, but that doesn't change his attitude towards Othello. He says, "I know not if't be true; / But I, for mere suspicion in that kind, / Will do as if for surety" (1.3.388-390).
Now Iago mulls over the situation and improvises a plan. Othello trusts him, and that will help. Then, "Cassio's a proper man" (1.3.392). By "proper" Iago means "handsome," which in Iago's jealous mind is one more strike against Cassio. If he could get Cassio's job while tearing down Othello, that would be even better. He turns it over in his head a little more, and then everything comes together: "After some time, to abuse Othello's ear / That he [Cassio] is too familiar with his wife" (1.3.395-396). This plan pleases Iago and he goes back over the elements that will make it work. Cassio is handsome and charming, the kind of man who naturally tempts women, and Othello is a trusting soul who "will as tenderly be led by the nose / As asses are" (1.3.401-402). Iago will be able to turn the good qualities of these men against them, and he is pleased with himself. He ends the scene saying, "I have't. It is engender'd. Hell and night / Must bring this monstrous birth to the world's light" (1.3.403-404).
CHECK IF ALREADY IN DATABASE IAGO Despise me, if I do not. Three great ones of...View Full Monologue Text
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Despise me, if I do not. Three great ones of the city,
In personal suit to make me his lieutenant,
Off-capp'd to him: and, by the faith of man,
I know my price, I am worth no worse a place:
But he; as loving his own pride and purposes,
Evades them, with a bombast circumstance
Horribly stuff'd with epithets of war;
And, in conclusion,
Nonsuits my mediators; for, 'Certes,' says he,
'I have already chose my officer.'
And what was he?
Forsooth, a great arithmetician,
One Michael Cassio, a Florentine,
A fellow almost damn'd in a fair wife;
That never set a squadron in the field,
Nor the division of a battle knows
More than a spinster; unless the bookish theoric,
Wherein the toged consuls can propose
As masterly as he: mere prattle, without practise,
Is all his soldiership. But he, sir, had the election:
And I, of whom his eyes had seen the proof
At Rhodes, at Cyprus and on other grounds
Christian and heathen, must be be-lee'd and calm'd
By debitor and creditor: this counter-caster,
He, in good time, must his lieutenant be,
And I--God bless the mark!--his Moorship's ancient.
In this monolouge Othello, the commander of his army, has just chosen Cassio as a general instead of Iago who is more qualified. He is plotting his revenge to Roderigo.
Rating: Suitable for all ages
Copyright Status: Public domain
And what's he then that says I play the villain, When this advice is free I...View Full Monologue Text
And what's he then that says I play the villain,
When this advice is free I give, and honest,
Probal to thinking, and indeed the course
To win the Moor again? For 'tis most easy
Th' inclining Desdemona to subdue
In any honest suit; she's fram'd as fruitful
As the free elements. And then for her
To win the Moor, were't to renounce his baptism,
All seals and symbols of redeemed sin,
His soul is so enfetter'd to her love,
That she may make, unmake, do what she list,
Even as her appetite shall play the God
With his weak function. How am I then a villain,
To counsel Cassio to this parallel course,
Directly to his good? Divinity of hell!
When devils will the blackest sins put on,
They do suggest at first with heavenly shows,
As I do now; for whiles this honest fool
Plies Desdemona to repair his fortune,
And she for him pleads strongly to the Moor,
I'll pour this pestilence into his ear-
That she repeals him for her body's lust,
And by how much she strives to do him good,
She shall undo her credit with the Moor.
So will I turn her virtue into pitch,
And out of her own goodness make the net
That shall enmesh them all.
Alone with himself for a moment after speaking with Cassio, it's as though Iago can hear us thinking what a treacherous, hypocritical bastard he is, because he says, "And what's he then that says I play the villain?". As if to answer his own question, Iago goes on to review his scheme. He plans to tell Othello that it's lust that makes Desdemona speak up for Cassio. He exults in his own treachery and strengthens his resolve to follow his plan to the end.
AuthorName: William Shakespeare
Eras: 1601-1700, 1501-1600