In compliment extern, 'tis not long after Iago. Rod. Here is her father's house; I'll call aloud. 70 Rod. What, ho, Brabantio! Signior Brabantio, ho! Look to your house, your daughter and your bags! BRABANTIO appears above, at a window. Bra. What is the reason of this terrible summons? What is the matter there? Rod. Signior, is all your family within? Iago. Are your doors lock'd? Bra. 80 Why, wherefore ask you this? Iago. 'Zounds, sir, you're robb'd; for shame, put on your gown; Your heart is burst, you have lost half your soul; Is tupping your white ewe. Arise, arise; Awake the snorting citizens with the bell, Or else the devil will make a grandsire of you: Bra. What, have you lost your wits? Rod. Most reverend signior, do you know my voice? Rod. My name is Roderigo. Bra. The worser welcome: I have charged thee not to haunt about my doors: My daughter is not for thee; and now, in madness, To start my quiet. 90 100 Rod. Sir, sir, sir,- But thou must needs be sure My spirit and my place have in them power To make this bitter to thee. Rod. Patience, good sir. Bra. What tell'st thou me of robbing? this is Venice; My house is not a grange. Rod. Iago. 'Zounds, 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 gennets for germans. Bra. What profane wretch art thou? Iago. 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. Iago. You are a senator. 119 Bra. This thou shalt answer; I know thee, Roderigo. Rod. Sir, I will answer any thing. But, I beseech you, If't be your pleasure and most wise consent, As partly I find it is, that your fair daughter, At this odd-even and dull watch o' the night, Transported, with no worse nor better guard But with a knave of common hire, a gondolier, To the gross clasps of a lascivious Moor,If this be known to you and your allowance, We then have done you bold and saucy wrongs; But if you know not this, my manners tell me We have your wrong rebuke. Do not believe That, from the sense of all civility, I thus would play and trifle with your reverence: I say again, hath made a gross revolt; Tying her duty, beauty, wit and fortunes In an extravagant and wheeling stranger Of here and every where. Straight satisfy yourself: Let loose on me the justice of the state For thus deluding you. Bra. Strike on the tinder, ho! 130 140 [Exit above. Iago. I must show out a flag and sign of love, 150 Which is indeed but sign. That you shall surely find him, Lead to the Sagittary the raised search; And there will I be with him. So, farewell. [Exit. 160 Enter, below, BRABANTIO, and Servants with torches. Bra. It is too true an evil: gone she is; With the Moor, say'st thou? Who would be a father! Bra. O heaven! How got she out? O treason of the blood! Fathers, from hence trust not your daughters' minds Rod. Yes, sir, I have indeed. 170 Bra. Call up my brother. O, would you had had her! Some one way, some another. Do you know Where we may apprehend her and the Moor? To get good guard and go along with me. 180 Bra. Pray you, lead on. At every house I'll call; I may command at most. Get weapons, hol On, good Roderigo: I'll deserve your pains. [Exeunt. SCENE II. Another street. Enter OTHELLO, IAGO, and Attendants with torches. To do no contrived murder: I lack iniquity I had thought to have yerk'd him here under the ribs. - Iago. Nay, but he prated, And spoke such scurvy and provoking terms That, with the little godliness I have, I did full hard forbear him. But, I pray you, sir, As double as the duke's: he will divorce you; Let him do his spite: Oth. Shall out-tongue his complaints. "Tis yet to know,- I shall promulgate-I fetch my life and being I would not my unhoused free condition Put into circumscription and confine For the sea's worth. But, look! what lights come yond? Iago. Those are the raised father and his friends: You were best go in. Oth. Not I; I must be found: My parts, my title and my perfect soul Shall manifest me rightly. Is it they? Iago. By Janus, I think no. Enter CASSIO, and certain Officers with torches. Oth. The servants of the duke, and my lieutenant. The goodness of the night upon you, friends! What is the news? Oas. The duke does greet you, general, And he requires your haste-post-haste appearance, Even on the instant. 10 20 30 Oth. What is the matter, think you? Cas. Something from Cyprus, as I may divine: It is a business of some heat: the galleys Have sent a dozen sequent messengers This very night at one another's heels, And many of the consuls, raised and met, 40 Are at the duke's already: you have been hotly call'd for; When, being not at your lodging to be found, The senate hath sent about three several quests To search you out. Oth. "Tis well I am found by you. And go with you. Cas. Ancient, what makes he here? [Exit. Iago. 'Faith, he to-night hath boarded a land carack: 50 If it prove lawful prize, he's made for ever. Tago. Marry, to-Come, captain, will you go? Have with you. Cas. Here comes another troop to seek for you. He comes to bad intent. Enter BRABANTIO, RODERIGO, and Officers with torches and Oth. weapons. Holla! stand there! Down with him, thief! [They draw on both sides. Rod. Signior, it is the Moor. Bra. Lago. 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 60 Bra. O thou foul thief, where hast thou stow'd my daughter? Damn'd as thou art, thou hast enchanted her; For I'll refer me to all things of sense, |