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Part one, scene one, Venice, a street.
Enter Rodrigo and Iago.
You told me you hated the Moor.
Despise me if I do not.
I know my price, Rodrigo.
I am worth no worse a place.
But says he, I have already chosen my officer.
And what was he?
For sooth one Michael Cascio of Florentine.
He in good time must his lieutenant be, and I, God bless the mark, his worship's ensign.
I would not follow him then, good Iago.
Oh, sir, content you.
I follow him to serve my turn upon him.
We cannot all be masters, nor all masters cannot be truly followed.
In following him, I follow but myself.
Call up her father.
Rouse him, make after him, poison his delight.
What are you doing?
Signor Brabantio, huh?
Look to your house, your daughter and your bags.
Thieves!
Thieves!
What is the reason of this terrible summons?
What is the matter there?
Signor, is all your family within?
Are all doors locked?
What have you lost your wit?
Most reverent, signor.
Do you know my voice?
Yes, must I.
What are you?
My name is Rodrigo.
No worse welcome.
I have charged you not to haunt about my doors.
In honest plainness, you heard me say my daughter is not for you.
Sir, I beseech you that your fair daughter, Desdemona, to the gross clasps of a lascivious
moor has fled.
Straight satisfy yourself.
If she be in her chamber or your house, let loose on me the justice of the state for this
delusion.
Strike on the tinder hoe.
Give me a taper.
Call up all my people, like I say like.
Farewell, Rodrigo, for I must leave you.
It seems not meet nor wholesome to my place to be produced against the moor.
Lead to the arsenal, the raisin search, and there will I be with him.
So farewell.
Scene two, outside the arsenal.
A few moments later, enter Othello, Iago in attendance with torches.
As better as it is.
But I pray say, are you fast married?
Or be sure of this, that Signor Babanchio is much beloved, and hath in his effect the voice
potential as double as the dukes.
He will divorce you.
Let him do his spite.
My loyal services shall out-tongue his complaints, for no Iago but that I love the gentle Desdemona.
But look, what lights come yonder.
These are the raisin father and his friends.
You were best go in.
The Nataya must be found.
Is it they?
By Janus, I think no.
The servants of the duke and my lieutenant Cassio.
The goodness of the night upon you, friends.
What is the news, Cassio?
The duke does greet you, general, and he requires your haste post haste appearance even on the
instant.
What's the matter, thank you?
Something from Cyprus, as I may divine.
You've been hotly called for.
It is well I'm found by you.
Come captain, will you go?
Have with you.
Here comes another troop to seek for you.
It is Babanchio, general.
Be advised, he comes to bad intent.
Polari, stand there!
Signorities the moor!
Stand down with him!
Thief!
Keep up your bright sword for the dual rustum!
Foul thief!
Where hast thou stowed my daughter I'll have disputed on?
Where will you that I go to answer this your charge?
To prison!
What if I do obey?
How may the duke be therewith satisfied whose messengers they hear about my side upon some
present business of the state to bear me to him?
The duke in council and this time of the night?
Bring him away.
Mine's not an idle cause.
The duke himself cannot but feel this wrong as for his own.
Scene three, a council chamber.
The duke and senator sitting at a table with lights.
Verlind Othello, we must straight employ you against the general enemy Ottoman.
I did not see you.
Welcome Signor Babanchio.
We lacked your counsel and your help tonight.
So did I yours.
Good your grace pardon me.
Neither my place nor ought I heard of business has raised me from my bed for my particular
grief is of so floodgating or bearing nature that it engluts and swallows all the sorrows.
Why what's the matter?
My daughter.
Oh my daughter.
Dead?
Aye to me.
She is abused, stolen from me and corrupted by spells and medicines bought of mountain
banks.
Here is the man, this moor whom now it seems your special mandate for the state affairs
has hither brought.
Othello, what in your own part can you say to this?
I do beseech you send for the lady and let her speak of me before her father.
If you do find me foul in her report, let your sentence even fall upon my life.
Fetch Desdemona hither.
Iago conduct them, you best know the place.
And till she come as truly as to heaven, I'll present how I did thrive in this fair lady's
love and she in mine.
Say it Othello.
Her father loved me, oft invited me, still questioned me the story of my life from year
to year.
I ran it through.
I spoke of most disastrous chances of moving accidents by flood and field, of being taken
by the insolent foe and sold to slavery.
And my redemption this.
This to hear would Desdemona seriously incline and with a greedy ear devour up my discourse.
When I did speak of some distressful stroke that my youth suffered, my story being done,
she gave me for my pains a world of sighs.
She swore in faith, it was strange, it was passing strange, it was pitiful, it was wondrous
pitiful.
She wished she had not heard it, yet she wished that heaven had made her such a man.
She thanked me and bade me if I had a friend that loved her, I should but teach him how
to tell my story and that would woo her.
On this hint I spoke.
She loved me for the dangers I had passed and I loved her that she did pity them.
This only is the witchcraft I have used.
Here comes the lady, let her witness it.
Come hither, gentle mistress.
Do you perceive in all this noble company where most you owe obedience?
My noble father, I do perceive here a divided duty.
To you I am bound for life and education.
My life and education both do learn me how to respect you.
But here's my husband and so much duty as my mother showed to you, preferring you before
her father, so much I challenge that I may profess due to the moor, my lord.
Come hither, moor, I here do give you that with all my heart I would keep from you.
For your sake, Jewel, I am glad at soul.
I have no other child.
I have done my lot.
We seek you now to the affairs of state.
The Turk with most mighty preparation makes for Cyprus.
Othello, the fortitude of the place is best known to you and though we have there, Montana,
a substitute of most allowed sufficiency, yet opinion as sovereign mistress of effects
throws a more safer voice on you.
I do undertake these present wars against the Ottomites.
At ten in the morning here we'll meet again.
Othello, leave some officer behind and he shall our commission bring to you.
Please, Your Grace, my Ensign Iago, a man he is of honesty and trust.
To his conveyance I assign my wife with what else needful your good grace shall think to
be sent after me.
Let it be so.
Good night to everyone, adieu, brave Moor, use Desdemona well.
Look to her, Moor.
Have a quick eye to see.
She has deceived her father.
May it be to thee.
My life upon her faith.
Come Desdemona, I have but an hour of love, of worldly matters and direction to spend
with thee.
We must obey the time.
What sayest thou, Rodrigo?
What will I do?
Why, go to bed and sleep.
I will incontinently drown myself.
If you do, I shall never love thee after.
Why, thou silly gentleman.
What should I do?
I confess it is my shame to be so fond of her, but it is not in my virtue to amend it.
Virtue a fig.
It is in ourselves that we are thus or thus.
Our bodies are gardens to which our wills are gardeners.
Come be a man.
Drown thyself, drown cats and blind puppies.
Put money in thy purse.
It cannot be that Desdemona should long continue her love unto the Moor.
Put money in thy purse, nor he to her.
It was a violent commencement, and you shall see an answerable sequestration.
Put but money in thy purse.
These Moors are changeable in their wills.
She must change for youth.
She will find the error of her choice.
She must have change.
She must.
If you must damn yourself, do it a more delicate way than drowning.
Make all the money you can.
You shall enjoy her.
Will you be fast to my hopes?
You are sure of me.
Go, make money.
I have told thee often, and I tell thee again and again.
I hate the Moor.
And you?
I'll be with thee betimes.
Thus do I ever make my fool my purse.
I hate the Moor.
Let me see now.
Cassio's a proper man.
To get his place and to make up my will, a double navery.
How?
How?
After some time to abuse a fellow's ear, that his lieutenant Cassio is too familiar with
his wife.
Cassio hath a person and a smooth dispose to be suspected.
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 it.
It is engendered.
Well and night must bring this monstrous birth to the world's light.
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Act Two, scene one.
A month later, a seaport in Cyprus.
The wars are over.
Othello's sale has been cited.
Enter Casio, Iago, Rodrigo, and Desdemona.
The Moors lieutenant pays innocent compliment to Desdemona as Iago and the jealous Rodrigo
stand apart.
He takes her by the palm.
I well said, whisper, with as little a web as this, will I ensnare as great a fly as
Casio.
I smile upon her, do.
I will catch you in your own courtesies, good, well kissed.
An excellent courtesy.
Tis so indeed.
Yet again your fingers to your lips.
Would they were Clister pipes for your sake.
The Moor, I know his trumpet.
Tis truly so.
Let's meet him and receive him.
Oh, my fair warrior.
My dear Othello.
It gives me wonder great as my content to see you here before me.
If it were now to die, it were now to be most happy.
For I fear my soul has her content so absolute, that not another comfort like to this succeeds
in unknown fate.
The heavens forbid but that our loves and comfort should increase even as our days do
grow.
Amen to that, sweet powers.
I cannot speak enough of this content.
It stops me here.
It is too much of joy.
In this, in this, the greatest discords be that e'er our hearts shall make.
I prithee, good Iago, go to the bay and disembark my coffers.
Come, Casio.
Come, Desdemona.
Once more, well met at Cyprus.
I will tell you this, good Rodrigo.
Desdemona is directly in love with Casio.
With him?
Why, it is not possible.
Mark me with what violence she first loved the more, but for bragging and telling her
fantastical lies.
And will she love him still, for prating?
Let not thy discreet heart think so.
Her eye must be fed.
And what delight shall she have to look on the devil?
Her delicate tenderness will find itself abused and compel her to some second choice.
Now, sir, this granted.
Who stands so eminently in the degree of this fortune as Casio does?
I cannot believe that in her she is full of the most blessed condition.
Blessed figs end.
Dits not see her paddle with the palm of Casio's hand.
Dits not mark that?
Yes, but that was but courtesy.
Blessery by this hand, and index an obscure prologue to the history of lust and foul thoughts.
They met so near with their lips that their breaths embraced together.
But sir, watch you tonight.
Casio knows you not.
I'll not be far from you.
Do you find some occasion to anger Casio?
Provoke him that he may strike you.
For even out of that will I cause these of Cyprus to mutiny, whose qualification shall
come into no true trust again but by the displanting of Casio.
So shall you have a shorter journey to your desires.
I will do this if I can bring it to any opportunity.
I warrant thee.
Meet me by and by at the citadel.
I must fetch his necessaries ashore.
Farewell.
Adieu.
I'll have our Michael Casio on the hip, abuse him to the moor in the rank guard, make the
moor thank me, love me, and reward me for making him egregiously an ass, and practicing upon
his peace and quiet, even to madness.
It is here but yet confused.
Navery's plain face is never seen till used.
Seen a hall in the castle.
The time early night.
Enterer Iago and Casio.
We must to the watch, Iago.
Not this hour, lieutenant, is not yet ten o'clock.
Our general cast us thus early for the love of his Desdemona, who let us not therefore
blame.
She is a most exquisite lady.
Indeed, she is a most fresh and delicate creature.
What an eyes she has.
Me thinks it sounds a parley of provocation.
An inviting eye, and yet me thinks right modest.
And when she speaks, is it not an alarm to love?
It is indeed perfection.
Well, happiness to them.
Come lieutenant, I have a stoop of wine, and herewith out are a brace of Cyprus galance
that would fain have a measure to the health of a fellow.
Not tonight, good Iago.
I have very poor and unhappy brains for drinking.
But one cup I'll drink for you.
I have drunk but one cup tonight.
I am unfortunate in the infirmity, and dare not task my weakness with any more.
What man, it is a night of revels, the galance desire it.
Where are they?
Here at the door, I pray you, call them in.
I'll do it.
But it dislikes.
Gentlemen, let's look to our business.
Do not think gentlemen I am drunk.
This is my right hand, and this is my left hand.
I am not drunk now.
I can stand well enough and speak well enough.
Very well then.
You must not think that I am drunk.
To the master's platform.
Come, let's set the watch.
Good Montano.
You see this fellow that is gone before.
He is a soldier fit to stand by Caesar.
Yet I fear the trust a fellow put him in on some odd time of his infirmity will shake
this island.
Ah, but is he often thus?
Is evermore the prologue to his sleep?
It were well the general were put in mind of it.
Help, help!
The hark, what noise?
Help you rogue, you rascal!
What's the matter, lieutenant?
I'll beat the knave into a wicker bottle.
Beat me?
Do you please?
Wrong!
Good lieutenant, pray sir, hold your hand.
Let me go, sir, I'll knock you out of mazard.
Come, come, you're drunk.
Wrong!
Rodrigo, away.
Go out and cry a mutiny.
Nay, good lieutenant, sir.
Montano.
Help, masters.
Who's that that rings the bell?
The town will rise.
What is the matter here?
Who, we alive?
Lieutenant, sir.
Montano.
Gentlemen, have you forgot all sense of place and duty?
Hold!
The general speaks to you.
Silence that dreadful bell.
It quakes the aisle from the propriety.
What's the matter, masters?
Honest Tiago, that looks dead with grieving, speak, who began this?
I do not know.
I cannot speak any beginning to this, Peevishod's.
How came it, Michael, you were thus forgot?
I pray you, pardon me, I cannot speak.
Worthy Montano, what's the matter that you unlace your reputation thus and spend your
rich opinion for the name of a knight brawler?
Give me answer to it.
Worthy Othello, I am hurt to danger.
Your officer, Iago, can inform you.
Now, by heaven, if I stir or do but lift this arm, the best of you shall sink into the
sink in my rebuke.
Iago, who began?
If you deliver more or less than truth, you are no soldier.
Touch me not so near.
I had rather have this tongue cut from my mouth than it should do offense to Michael
Casio.
Yet I persuade myself to speak the truth, shall nothing wrong him.
Thus it is, general.
Montano and myself being in speech, there comes a fellow crying out for help and Casio
following him with determined sword to execute upon him.
Sir, Montano steps into Casio and entreats his pause.
Myself, the crying fellow, did pursue.
He swift a foot outran my purpose.
When I came back, for this was brief, I found them close together at blow and thrust, even
as again they were when you yourself did part them.
Though Casio did some little wrong to him, yet surely he received from him that fled
some strange indignity which patience could not pass.
I know, Iago, your honesty and love does mince this matter, making it light to Casio.
Casio, I love thee, but never more be officer of mine.
Montano, for your hurts, myself will be your surgeon.
Lead him off.
Iago, look with care about the town and silence those whom this vile brawl distracted.
Good night.
Tell me, Casio, what was he that you followed with your sword?
What had he done to you?
I remember a mass of things, but nothing distinctly quarreled, nothing wherefore.
But you are now well enough.
How came you thus recovered?
It has pleased the deviled wrath.
One unperfectness shows me another, to make me frankly despise myself.
Come, you are too severe immorally.
I will ask him for my place again.
He shall tell me I am a drunkard.
Come, come, come, come.
You were any man living, maybe drunk at some time.
I'll tell you what you shall do.
Our general's wife is now the general.
Confess yourself freely to her.
Impartune her help to put you in your place again.
She is of so free, so kind, so apt, so blessed a disposition, she holds it a vice in her
goodness not to do more than she is requested.
This broken joint between you and her husband entreat her to splinter.
You advise me well, I protest.
In the sincerity of love and honest kindness, in the morning will I beseech the virtuous
Desdemona to undertake for me.
I am desperate of my fortunes if they check me here.
You are in the right.
Good night, lieutenant, I must to the watch.
Good night, honest Iago.
And what is he then that says I play the villain?
When this advice is free, I give an honest probal to thinking, and indeed the course
to win the moor again.
For while this honest fool plies Desdemona to repair his fortunes, and she for him pleads
strongly to the moor, I'll pour this pestilence into his ear, that she repels him for her
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.
Suspense.
Part One of Othello by William Shakespeare, tonight's stars Richard Widmark, Kathy Lewis,
and Elliot Lewis.
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Next week, we conclude this first radio adaptation of William Shakespeare's tragic history of
love and treachery and death, Othello.
Again next week, our stars will be Richard Widmark, Kathy Lewis, and Elliot Lewis.
And again next week, we hope to keep you in suspense.
The Abridged Othello was adapted for suspense by Anthony Ellis and Elliot Lewis.
The program was transcribed and directed by Mr. Lewis, with music arranged by Lucian Morawick
from Thieves by Giuseppe Verdi.
The orchestra was conducted by Lud Bloskin.
Featured in tonight's cast were Joseph Kearns as Cassio, William Conrad as Montano, Whitfield
Connor as Rodrigo, Herb Butterfield as Barbacho, William Johnstone as the Duke, Byron Cain,
and Larry Thorpe.
Richard Widmark may soon be seen in the 20th Century Fox picture pick up on South Street.
And remember, next week, we conclude Othello.
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