If it prove lawful prize, he 's made for ever. Cas. I do not understand. Iago. Cas. He 's married. To who? Re-enter OTHELLO. Have with you. Iago. Marry, to Come, captain, will you go? Oth. Cas. Here comes another troop to seek for you. Enter BRABANTIO, RODERIGO, and Officers of night, with Torches und Weapons. Iago. It is Brabantio:-general, be advis'd; He comes to bad intent. Oth. Rod. Signior, it is the Moor. Bra. Hola! stand there! 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, Bra. O thou foul thief, where hast thou stow'd my daughter? Damn'd as thou art, thou hast enchanted her: Lay hold upon him; if he do resist, Subdue him at his peril. Oth. Hold your hands, Both you of my inclining, and the rest: Were it my cue to fight, I should have known it Bra. To prison; till fit time Of law, and course of direct session, Call thee to answer. Oth. Bra. 'Tis true, most worthy signior, and your noble self, How! the duke in council! In this time of the night!—Bring him away: Mine 's not an idle cause: the duke himself, brothers of the state, Or any of my Cannot but feel this wrong, as 'twere their own: For if such actions have passage free, may Bond-slaves, and pagans, shall our statesmen be. SCENE III. The same. A Council-Chamber. [Exuent. The Duke, and Senators, sitting at a Table; Officers attending. Duke. There is no composition in these news, That gives them credit. 1 Sen. Indeed, they are disproportion'd; My letters say, a hundred and seven gallies. 2 Sen. And mine, two hundred: But though they jump not on a just account, (As in these cases, where the aim reports, 'Tis oft with difference,) yet do they all confirm But the main article I do approve In fearful sense. Sailor. [within] What ho! what ho! what ho! Off. A messenger from the gallies. Duke. Now? the business? Sail. The Turkish preparation makes for Rhodes; So was I bid report here to the state, By signior Angelo. Duke. How say you by this change? 1 Sen. By no assay of reason; 'tis a pageant, This cannot be, To keep us in false gaze: When we consider And let ourselves again but understand, That, as it more concerns the Turk than Rhodes, For that it stands not in such warlike brace, But altogether lacks the abilities That Rhodes is dress'd in:—if we make thought of this, We must not think, the Turk is so unskilful, To leave that latest which concerns him first; Neglecting an attempt of ease, and gain, To wake, and wage, a danger profitless. Duke. Nay, in all confidence, he 's not for Rhodes. Enter a Messenger. Mess. The Ottomites, reverend and gracious, Steering with due course toward the isle of Rhodes, Have there injointed them with an after fleet. 1 Sen. Ay, so I thought:-How many, as you guess? Mess. Of thirty sail: and now do they re-stem Their backward course, bearing with frank appearance Their purposes toward Cyprus.-Signior Montano, Your trusty and most valiant servitor, With his free duty, recommends you thus, And prays you to believe him. Duke. 'Tis certain then for Cyprus.Marcus Lucchesé, is he not in town? 1 Sen. He's now in Florence. Duke. Write from us; wish him post-post-haste: despatch. 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. I did not see you; welcome, gentle signior; [To BRA. We lack'd your counsel and your help to-night. Bra. So did I yours: Good your grace, pardon 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 Is of so flood-gate and o'er-bearing nature, That it engluts and swallows other sorrows, And it is still itself. Duke. Why, what's the matter? Bra. My daughter! O, my daughter! Sen. Bra. Dead? She is abus'd, stol'n from me, and corrupted Ay, to me; By spells and medicines bought of mountebanks: 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, And you of her, the bloody book of law You shall yourself read in the bitter letter, After your own sense; yea, though our proper son Stood in your action. Bra. Humbly I thank your grace. Here is the man, this Moor; whom now, it seems, Hath hither brought. Duke & Sen. We are very sorry for it. C Duke. What, in your own part, can you say to this? Bra. Nothing, but this is so. [To OTH. Oth. Most potent, grave, and reverend signiors, Hath this extent, no more. Rude am I in my speech, For since these arms of mine had seven years' pith, In speaking for myself: Yet, by your gracious patience, Of my whole course of love; what drugs, what charms, What conjuration, and what mighty magick, (For such proceeding I am charg'd withal) I won his daughter with. Bra. A maiden never bold; Why this should be. I therefore vouch again, Duke. To vouch this, is no proof; |