{"product_id":"othello-isbn-9780812969153","title":"Othello","description":"Shakespeare shines a fierce spotlight on the jealous heart and on our attitudes toward the outsider. A story of its time and for our time, full of terror and beauty, \u003ci\u003eOthello\u003c\/i\u003e is urgent, gripping, radical, and beautiful.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eUnder the editorial supervision of Jonathan Bate and Eric Rasmussen, two of today’s most accomplished Shakespearean scholars, this Modern Library series incorporates definitive texts and authoritative notes from William Shakespeare: Complete Works. Each play includes an Introduction as well as an overview of Shakespeare’s theatrical career; commentary on past and current productions based on interviews with leading directors, actors, and designers; scene-by-scene analysis; key facts about the work; a chronology of Shakespeare’s life and times; and black-and-white illustrations. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIdeal for students, theater professionals, and general readers, these modern and accessible editions from the Royal Shakespeare Company set a new standard in Shakespearean literature for the twenty-first century.William Shakespeare was born in Stratford-upon-Avon in April 1564, and his birth is traditionally celebrated on April 23.  The facts of his life, known from surviving documents, are sparse.  He was one of eight children born to John Shakespeare, a merchant of some standing in his community.  William probably went to the King’s New School in Stratford, but he had no university education.  In November 1582, at the age of eighteen, he married Anne Hathaway, eight years his senior, who was pregnant with their first child, Susanna.  She was born on May 26, 1583.  Twins, a boy, Hamnet ( who would die at age eleven), and a girl, Judith, were born in 1585.  By 1592 Shakespeare had gone to London working as an actor and already known as a playwright.  A rival dramatist, Robert Greene, referred to him as “an upstart crow, beautified with our feathers.”  Shakespeare became a principal shareholder and playwright of the successful acting troupe, the Lord  Chamberlain’s Men (later under James I, called the King’s Men).  In 1599 the Lord Chamberlain’s Men built and occupied the Globe Theater in Southwark near the Thames River.  Here many of Shakespeare’s plays were performed by the most famous actors of his time, including Richard Burbage, Will Kempe, and Robert Armin.  In addition to his 37 plays, Shakespeare had a hand in others, including \u003ci\u003eSir Thomas More\u003c\/i\u003e and \u003ci\u003eThe Two Noble Kinsmen\u003c\/i\u003e, and he wrote poems, including \u003ci\u003eVenus and Adonis\u003c\/i\u003e and \u003ci\u003eThe Rape of Lucrece\u003c\/i\u003e. His 154 sonnets were published, probably without his authorization, in 1609.  In 1611 or 1612 he gave up his lodgings in London and devoted more and more time to retirement in Stratford, though he continued writing such plays as \u003cb\u003eThe Tempest\u003c\/b\u003e and \u003cb\u003eHenry VII\u003c\/b\u003e until about 1613.  He died on April 23 1616, and was buried in Holy Trinity Church, Stratford.  No collected edition of his plays was published during his life-time, but in 1623 two members of his acting company, John Heminges and Henry Condell, put together the great collection now called the First Folio.Chapter 1\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Act 1 Scene 1 running scene 1\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e Enter Rodorigo and Iago\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e RODORIGO Never tell me! I take it much unkindly\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e That thou, Iago, who hast had my purse\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e As if the strings were thine, shouldst know of this.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e IAGO But you'll not hear me: if ever I did dream\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Of such a matter, abhor me.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e RODORIGO Thou told'st me\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Thou didst hold him in thy hate.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e IAGO Despise me\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e If I do not. Three great ones of the city,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e In personal suit to make me his lieutenant,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Off-capped to him, and by the faith of man,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e I know my price, I am worth no worse a place:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e But he, as loving his own pride and purposes,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Evades them with a bombast circumstance\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Horribly stuffed with epithets of war,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Nonsuits my mediators. For 'Certes', says he,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e 'I have already chose my officer.'\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e And what was he?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Forsooth, a great arithmetician,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e One Michael Cassio, a Florentine -\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e A fellow almost damned in a fair wife -\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e That never set a squadron in the field\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Nor the division of a battle knows\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e More than a spinster, unless the bookish theoric,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Wherein the toga'd consuls can propose\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e As masterly as he. Mere prattle without practice\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Is all his soldiership. But he, sir, had th'election;\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e And I - of whom his eyes had seen the proof\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e At Rhodes, at Cyprus and on others' grounds,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Christened and heathen - must be beleed and calmed\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e By debitor and creditor: this counter-caster,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e He - in good time - must his lieutenant be,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e And I - bless the mark! - his Moorship's ancient.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e RODORIGO By heaven, I rather would have been his hangman.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e IAGO Why, there's no remedy: 'tis the curse of service;\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Preferment goes by letter and affection,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e And not by old gradation, where each second\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Stood heir to th'first. Now, sir, be judge yourself\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Whether I in any just term am affined\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e To love the Moor.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e RODORIGO I would not follow him then.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e IAGO O, sir, content you:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e I follow him to serve my turn upon him.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e We cannot all be masters, nor all masters\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Cannot be truly followed. You shall mark\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Many a duteous and knee-crooking knave\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e That - doting on his own obsequious bondage -\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Wears out his time, much like his master's ass,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e For nought but provender, and when he's old, cashiered:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Whip me such honest knaves. Others there are\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Who, trimmed in forms and visages of duty,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Keep yet their hearts attending on themselves,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e And throwing but shows of service on their lords,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Do well thrive by them,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e And when they have lined their coats\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Do themselves homage: these fellows have some soul,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e And such a one do I profess myself. For, sir,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e It is as sure as you are Rodorigo,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Were I the Moor, I would not be Iago:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e In following him, I follow but myself.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Heaven is my judge, not I for love and duty,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e But seeming so, for my peculiar end,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e For when my outward action doth demonstrate\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The native act and figure of my heart\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e In compliment extern, 'tis not long after\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e For daws to peck at: I am not what I am.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e RODORIGO What a full fortune does the thick-lips owe\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e If he can carry't thus!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e IAGO Call up her father:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Rouse him, make after him, poison his delight,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Proclaim him in the streets, incense her kinsmen,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e And though he in a fertile climate dwell,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Plague him with flies: though that his joy be joy,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Yet throw such chances of vexation on't\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e As it may lose some colour.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e RODORIGO Here is her father's house, I'll call aloud.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e IAGO Do, with like timorous accent and dire yell\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e As when, by night and negligence, the fire\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Is spied in populous cities.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e RODORIGO What, ho, Brabantio! Signior Brabantio, ho!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e IAGO Awake! What, ho! Brabantio, thieves, thieves!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Look to your house, your daughter and your bags!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Thieves, thieves!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e BRABANTIO What is the reason of this Above At a window\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e terrible summons?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e What is the matter there?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e RODORIGO Signior, is all your family within?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e IAGO Are your doors locked?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e BRABANTIO Why? Wherefore ask you this?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e IAGO Sir, you're robbed. For shame, put on your gown!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Your heart is burst, you have lost half your soul:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Even now, now, very now, an old black ram\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Is tupping your white ewe. Arise, arise!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Awake the snorting citizens with the bell,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Or else the devil will make a grandsire of you.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Arise, I say!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e BRABANTIO What, have you lost your wits?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e RODORIGO Most reverend signior, do you know my voice?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e BRABANTIO Not I: what are you?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e RODORIGO My name is Rodorigo.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e BRABANTIO The worser welcome.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e I have charged thee not to haunt about my doors:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e In honest plainness thou hast heard me say\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e My daughter is not for thee: and now in madness -\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Being full of supper and distemp'ring draughts -\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Upon malicious knavery dost thou come\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e To start my quiet.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e RODORIGO Sir, sir, sir-\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e BRABANTIO But thou must needs be sure\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e My spirits and my place have in their power\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e To make this bitter to thee.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e RODORIGO Patience, good sir.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e BRABANTIO What tell'st thou me of robbing?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e This is Venice: my house is not a grange.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e RODORIGO Most grave Brabantio,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e In simple and pure soul I come to you.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e IAGO Sir, you are one of those that will not serve God if the devil bid you. Because we come to do you service and you think we are ruffians, you'll have your daughter covered with a Barbary horse: you'll have your nephews neigh to you: you'll have coursers for cousins and jennets for germans.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e BRABANTIO What profane wretch art thou?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e IAGO I am one, sir, that comes to tell you your daughter and the Moor are making the beast with two backs.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e BRABANTIO Thou art a villain.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e IAGO You are a senator.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e BRABANTIO This thou shalt answer. I know thee, Rodorigo.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e RODORIGO Sir, I will answer anything. But I beseech you\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e If't be your pleasure and most wise consent -\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e As partly I find it is - that your fair daughter,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e At this odd-even and dull watch o'th'night,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Transported with no worse nor better guard\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e But with a knave of common hire, a gondolier,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e To the gross clasps of a lascivious Moor:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e If this be known to you and your allowance\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e We then have done you bold and saucy wrongs:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e But if you know not this, my manners tell me\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e We have your wrong rebuke. Do not believe\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e That, from the sense of all civility,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e I thus would play and trifle with your reverence.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Your daughter - if you have not given her leave -\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e I say again, hath made a gross revolt,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Tying her duty, beauty, wit and fortunes\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e In an extravagant and wheeling stranger\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Of here and everywhere. Straight satisfy yourself:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e If she be in her chamber or your house,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Let loose on me the justice of the state\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e For thus deluding you.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e BRABANTIO Strike on the tinder, ho!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Give me a taper! Call up all my people!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e This accident is not unlike my dream:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Belief of it oppresses me already.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Light, I say, light! Exit [above]\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e IAGO Farewell, for I must leave you:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e It seems not meet nor wholesome to my place\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e To be producted - as, if I stay, I shall -\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Against the Moor, for I do know the state,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e However this may gall him with some check,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Cannot with safety cast him, for he's embarked\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e With such loud reason to the Cyprus wars,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Which even now stands in act, that, for their souls,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Another of his fathom they have none,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e To lead their business: in which regard,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Though I do hate him as I do hell-pains.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Yet for necessity of present life\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e I must show out a flag and sign of love,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Which is indeed but sign. That you shall surely find him,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Lead to the Sagittary the raisèd search,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e And there will I be with him. So farewell. Exit\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Enter Brabantio with Servants and torches\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e BRABANTIO It is too true an evil: gone she is,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e And what's to come of my despisèd time\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Is nought but bitterness. Now, Rodorigo,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Where didst thou see her?- O, unhappy girl!-\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e With the Moor, say'st thou?- Who would be a father?-\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e How didst thou know 'twas she?- O, she deceives me\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Past thought!- What said she to you?- Get more tapers:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Raise all my kindred.- Are they married, think you?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e RODORIGO Truly, I think they are.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e BRABANTIO O heaven! How got she out? O treason of the blood!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Fathers, from hence trust not your daughters' minds\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e By what you see them act. Is there not charms\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e By which the property of youth and maidhood\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e May be abused? Have you not read, Rodorigo,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Of some such thing?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e RODORIGO Yes, sir, I have indeed.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e BRABANTIO Call up my brother.- O, would you had had her!-\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Some one way, some another.- Do you know To Rodorigo\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Where we may apprehend her and the Moor?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e RODORIGO I think I can discover him, if you please\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e To get good guard and go along with me.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e BRABANTIO Pray you lead on. At every house I'll call:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e I may command at most.- Get weapons, ho!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e And raise some special officers of might.-\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e On, good Rodorigo: I will deserve your pains. ExeuntEdited by Jonathan Bate and Eric Rasmussen RSC","brand":"Modern Library","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":46301032906981,"sku":"NP9780812969153","price":10.0,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/1842\/7735\/files\/9780812969153.jpg?v=1767734292","url":"https:\/\/k12savings.com\/products\/othello-isbn-9780812969153","provider":"K12savings","version":"1.0","type":"link"}