TUSH, never tell me, I take it much unkindly, Abhor me. Rod. Thou told'st me, thou didst hold him in thy hate. Jago. Despise me, if I do not. Three great ones of the city, In personal suit to make me his lieutenant, My mediators; for, certes,3 says he, Forsooth, a great arithmetician, More than a spinster; unless the bookish theoric, : As masterly as he mere prattle, without practice, And I, (God bless the mark!) his Moorship's an cient. Rod. By heaven I rather would have been his hangman. Iago. But there's no remedy, 'tis the curse of service; Preferment goes by letter, and affection, Rod. I would not follow him then. lago. O, sir, content you; I follow him to serve my turn upon him: Whip me such honest knaves: Others there are, Do themselves homage: these fellows have some soul; And such a one do I profess myself. It is as sure as you are Roderigo, Rod. 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 Yet throw such changes of vexation on't, As it may lose some colour. Rod. Sir, I will answer any thing. But I be- If't be your pleasure, and most wise consent Rod. Here is her father's house; I'll call aloud. lago. Do; with like timorous accent, and dire yell, As when, by night and negligence, the fire Rod. What, ho! Brabantio! signior Brabantio, ho! Iago. Awake! what, ho! Brabantio! thieves! thieves! thieves! Look to your house, your daughter, and your bags! Thieves. thieves! Brabantio, above, at a window. I thus would play and trifle with your reverence: Bra. What is the reason of this terrible sum- If she be in her chamber, or your house, mons? What is the matter there? Rod. Signior, is all your family within? Iago. Are your doors lock'd?" Your heart is burst,2 you have lost half your soul; Bra. What, have you lost your wits? voice? Bra. Not I; What are you? The worse welcome: Rod. Sir, sir, sir, sir,Bra. But thou must needs be sure, Rod. My house is not a grange.4 Bra. What profane wretch art thou? lago. I am one, sir, that comes to tell you, your daughter and the Moor are now making the beast with two backs. Bra. Thou art a villain. Let loose on me the justice of the state Another of his fathom they have not, I must show out a flag and sign of love, Lead to the Sagittary the rais'd search; Bra. It is too true an evil: gone she is; How didst thou know 'twas she? O, thou deceiv'st me Past thought!-What said she to you?-Get more tapers; Raise all my kindred,-Are they married think you? Rod. Truly, I think, they are. Bra. O heaven!-How got she out!-O treason of the blood! Fathers, from hence trust not your daughters' minds (6) Midnight. (8) Approbation. Yes, sir; I have indeed. (7) A waterman. (9) Wandering. (10) Dismiss. (11) Old age Bra. Call up my brother.-O, that you had had | When, being not at your lodging to be found, her! Some one way, some another.-Do you know Where we may apprehend her and the Moor? Rod. I think, I can discover him; if you please To get good guard, and go along with me. Bra. Pray you, lead on. At every house I'll call; I may command at most;--Get weapons, ho! And raise some special officers of night.On, good Roderigo;-I'll deserve your pains. [Exeunt. SCENE 11-The same. Another street. Enter Othello, Iago, and Attendants. lago. Though in the trade of war I have slain men, Yet do I hold it very stuff o'the conscience, Oth. 'Tis better as it is. That, with the little godliness I have, I did full hard forbear him. But, I pray, sir, Oth. Let him do his spite: I would not my unhouseds free condition The senate hath sent about three several quests,7 'Tis well I am found by you. I will but spend a word here in the house, If it prove lawful prize, he's made for ever. Rod. Signior, it is the Moor. Down with him, thief! [They draw on both sides. Iago. You, Roderigo! come, sir, I am for you. Oth. Keep up your bright swords, for the dew will rust them. Good signior, you shall more command with years, Than with your weapons. Bra. O thou foul thief, where hast thou stow'd my daughter? Damn'd as thou art, thou hast enchanted her: For the sea's worth. But, look! what lights come That thou hast practis'd on her with foul charms; Abus'd her delicate youth with drugs, or minerals, I therefore apprehend and do attach thee, Oth. Hold your hands, Both you of my inclining, and the rest: Were it my cue to fight, I should have known it Without a prompter.-Where will you that I go To answer this your charge? Bra. To prison: till fit time Of law, and course of direct session, Call thee to answer. Oth. What if I do obey? How may the duke be therewith satisfied; Whose messengers are here about my side, Upon some present business of the state, To bring me to him? Off 'Tis true, most worthy signior, The duke's in council; and your noble self, I am sure, is sent for. Bra. How the duke in council! In this time of the night!-Bring him away: Mine's not an idle cause: the duke himself, Or my brothers of the state, any of Cannot but feel this wrong, as 'twere their own: For if such actions may have passage free, Bond-slaves, and pagans, shall our statesmen be. [Exeunt. SCENE III-The same. A council-chamber. The Duke, and Senators, sitting at a table; Of ficers attending. Duke. There is no composition2 in these news, That gives them credit. 1 Sen. Indeed, they are disproportion'd; My letters say, a hundred and seven galleys. Duke. And mine, a hundred and forty. 2 Sen. And mine, two hundred: But though they jump not on a just account (As in these cases, where the aim3 reports, 'Tis oft with difference,) yet do they all confirm A Turkish fleet, and bearing up to Cyprus. Duke. Nay, it is possible enough to judgment; I do not so secure me in the error, But the main article I do approve In fearful sense. 1 Sen. Here comes Brabantio, and the valiant Moor. Enter Brabantio, Othello, Iago, Roderigo, and Officers. Duke. Valiant Othello, we must straight employ you Against the general enemy Ottoman. me; Neither my place, nor aught I heard of business, Hath rais'd me from my bed; nor doth the general care Take hold on me; for my particular grief Why, what's the matter? Bra. My daughter! Ö, my daughter! Sen. Bra. Dead? Ay, to me; She is abus'd, stol'n from me and corrupted Sailor. [Within.] What ho! what ho! what ho! For nature so preposterously to err, Being not deficient, blind or lame of sense, Duke. Whoe'er he be, that, in this foul proceeding, Hath thus beguil'd your daughter of herself, Stood in Bra. Humbly I thank your grace. Here is the man, this Moor; whom now, it seems, Your special mandate, for the state affairs, Hath hither brought. Duke & Sen. We are very sorry for it. Duke. What, in your own part, can you say to [To Othello. this? Bra. Nothing but, this is so. Oth. Most potent, grave, and reverend signiors, My very noble and approved good masters, That I have ta'en away this old man's daughter, It is most true; true, I have married her; The very head and front of my offending And little bless'd with the set phrase of peace; Hath this extent, no more. Rude am I in my speech, For since these arms of mine had seven years' pith, Till now some nine moons wasted, they have us'd Their dearest action9 in the tented field; And little of this great world can I speak, More than pertains to feats of broil and battle; And therefore little shall I grace my cause, In speaking for myself: Yet, by your gracious pa tience, Of my whole course of love; what drugs, what I will a round unvarnish'd tale deliver charms, |