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Othello
Othello
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Othello is a tragedy by William Shakespeare, believed to have been written in 1603. It is based on the story Un Capitano Moro by Cinthio, a disciple of Boccaccio, first published in 1565.
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PublisherQasim Idrees
Release dateFeb 23, 2018
ISBN9788827579435
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William Shakespeare

William Shakespeare is widely regarded as the greatest playwright the world has seen. He produced an astonishing amount of work; 37 plays, 154 sonnets, and 5 poems. He died on 23rd April 1616, aged 52, and was buried in the Holy Trinity Church, Stratford.

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    Othello - William Shakespeare

    Othello

    William Shakespeare

    Biography of Shakespeare

    Since William Shakespeare lived more than 400 years ago, and many records from that time are lost or never existed in the first place, we don't know everything about his life. For example, we know that he was baptized in Stratford-upon-Avon, 100 miles northwest of London, on April 26, 1564. But we don't know his exact birthdate, which must have been a few days earlier.

    We do know that Shakespeare's life revolved around two locations: Stratford and London. He grew up, had a family, and bought property in Stratford, but he worked in London, the center of English theater. As an actor, a playwright, and a partner in a leading acting company, he became both prosperous and well-known. Even without knowing everything about his life, fans of Shakespeare have imagined and reimagined him according to their own tastes, just as we see with the 19th-century portrait of Shakespeare wooing his wife at the top of this page.

    William Shakespeare was probably born on about April 23, 1564, the date that is traditionally given for his birth. He was John and Mary Shakespeare's oldest surviving child; their first two children, both girls, did not live beyond infancy. Growing up as the big brother of the family, William had three younger brothers, Gilbert, Richard, and Edmund, and two younger sisters: Anne, who died at seven, and Joan.

    Their father, John Shakespeare, was a leatherworker who specialized in the soft white leather used for gloves and similar items. A prosperous businessman, he married Mary Arden, of the prominent Arden family. John rose through local offices in Stratford, becoming an alderman and eventually, when William was five, the town bailiff—much like a mayor. Not long after that, however, John Shakespeare stepped back from public life; we don't know why.

    Shakespeare, as the son of a leading Stratford citizen, almost certainly attended Stratford's grammar school. Like all such schools, its curriculum consisted of an intense emphasis on the Latin classics, including memorization, writing, and acting classic Latin plays. Shakespeare most likely attended until about age 15.

    For several years after Judith and Hamnet's arrival in 1585, nothing is known for certain of Shakespeare's activities: how he earned a living, when he moved from Stratford, or how he got his start in the theater.

    Following this gap in the record, the first definite mention of Shakespeare is in 1592 as an established London actor and playwright, mocked by a contemporary as a Shake-scene. The same writer alludes to one of Shakespeare's earliest history plays, Henry VI, Part 3, which must already have been performed. The next year, in 1593, Shakespeare published a long poem, Venus and Adonis. The first quarto editions of his early plays appeared in 1594. For more than two decades, Shakespeare had multiple roles in the London theater as an actor, playwright, and, in time, a business partner in a major acting company, the Lord Chamberlain's Men (renamed the King's Men in 1603). Over the years, he became steadily more famous in the London theater world;  his name, which was not even listed on the first quartos of his plays, became a regular feature—clearly a selling point—on later title pages.

    Shakespeare prospered financially from his partnership in the Lord Chamberlain's Men (later the King's Men), as well as from his writing and acting. He invested much of his wealth in real-estate purchases in Stratford and bought the second-largest house in town, New Place, in 1597.

    Among the last plays that Shakespeare worked on was The Two Noble Kinsmen, which he wrote with a frequent collaborator, John Fletcher, most likely in 1613. He died on April 23, 1616—the traditional date of his birthday, though his precise birthdate is unknown. We also do not know the cause of his death. His brother-in-law had died a week earlier, which could imply infectious disease, but Shakespeare's health may have had a longer decline.

    The memorial bust of Shakespeare at Holy Trinity Church in Stratford is considered one of two authentic likenesses, because it was approved by people who knew him. (The bust in the Folger's Paster Reading Room, shown at left, is a copy of this statue.) The other such likeness is the engraving by Martin Droeshout in the 1623 First Folio edition of Shakespeare's plays, produced seven years after his death by his friends and colleagues from the King's Men.

    PERSONS REPRESENTED:

    DUKE OF VENICE.

    BRABANTIO, a Senator.

    Other Senators.

    GRATIANO, Brother to Brabantio.

    LODOVICO, Kinsman to Brabantio.

    OTHELLO, a noble Moor, in the service of Venice.

    CASSIO, his Lieutenant.

    IAGO, his Ancient.

    RODERIGO, a Venetian Gentleman.

    MONTANO, Othello's predecessor in the government of Cyprus. CLOWN, Servant to Othello.

    Herald.

    DESDEMONA, Daughter to Brabantio, and Wife to Othello.

    EMILIA, Wife to Iago.

    BIANCA, Mistress to Cassio.

    Officers, Gentlemen, Messenger, Musicians, Herald, Sailor,

    Attendants, &c.

    SCENE: The First Act in Venice; during the rest of the Play at a Seaport in Cyprus.

    ACT I.

    SCENE I. Venice. A street.

    [Enter Roderigo and Iago.]

    RODERIGO.

    Tush, never tell me; I take it much unkindly

    That thou, Iago, who hast had my purse

    As if the strings were thine, shouldst know of this,--

    IAGO.

    'Sblood, but you will not hear me:--

    If ever I did dream of such a matter,

    Abhor me.

    RODERIGO.

    Thou told'st me thou didst hold him in thy hate.

    IAGO.

    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 bumbast 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 practice,

    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.

    RODERIGO.

    By heaven, I rather would have been his hangman.

    IAGO.

    Why, there's no remedy; 'tis the curse of service,

    Preferment goes by letter and affection,

    And not by old gradation, where each second

    Stood heir to the first. Now, sir, be judge yourself

    Whether I in any just term am affin'd

    To love the Moor.

    RODERIGO.

    I would not follow him, then.

    IAGO.

    O, sir, content you;

    I follow him to serve my turn upon him:

    We cannot all be masters, nor all masters

    Cannot be truly follow'd. You shall mark

    Many a duteous and knee-crooking knave

    That, doting on his own obsequious bondage,

    Wears out his time, much like his master's ass,

    For nought but provender; and when he's old, cashier'd:

    Whip me such honest knaves. Others there are

    Who, trimm'd in forms and visages of duty,

    Keep yet their hearts attending on themselves;

    And, throwing but shows of service on their lords,

    Do well thrive by them, and when they have lin'd their coats, Do themselves homage: these fellows have some soul;

    And such a one do I profess myself.

    For, sir,

    It is as sure as you are Roderigo,

    Were I the Moor, I would not be Iago:

    In following him, I follow but myself;

    Heaven is my judge, not I for love and duty,

    But seeming so for my peculiar end:

    For when my outward action doth demonstrate

    The native act and figure of my heart

    In complement extern, 'tis not long after

    But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve

    For daws to peck at: I am not what I am.

    RODERIGO.

    What a full fortune does the thick lips owe,

    If he can carry't thus!

    IAGO.

    Call up her father,

    Rouse him:--make after him, poison his delight,

    Proclaim him in the streets; incense her kinsmen,

    And, though he in a fertile climate dwell,

    Plague him with flies: though that his joy be joy,

    Yet

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