The senate hath sent about three several quests,

To search you out.
Oth.

"Tis well I am found by you.

I will but spend a

word here in the house,

[Exit.

And go with you.
Cas.

Ancient, what makes he here? lago. 'Faith, he to-night hath boarded a land carac; If it prove lawful prize, he's made for ever.

Cas. I do not understand.

lago. Cas.

He's married.

To who?

Re-enter OTHELLO.

Iago. Marry, to-Come, captain, will you go?
Oth.

Have with you. Cas. Here comes another troop to seek for you.

Enter BRABANTIO, RODERIGO, and Officers of Night, with Torches and Weapons.

Iago. It is Brabantio:-general, be advis'd;

He comes to bad intent.

Oth.

Rod. Signior, it is the Moor.

Bra.

Holla! stand there!

Down with him, thief! [They Draw on both sides.

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,
Than with your weapons.
[daughter?
Bra. O thou foul thief, where hast thou stow'd my
Damn'd as thou art, thou hast enchanted her;
For I'll refer me to all things of sense,
If she in chains of magic were not bound,
Whether a maid-so tender, fair, and happy;
So opposite to marriage, that she shunu'd
The wealthy curled darlings of our nation,—
Would ever have, to incur a general mock,
Run from her guardage to the sooty bosom
Of such a thing as thou: to fear, not to delight.
Judge me the world, if 'tis not gross in sense,

That thou hast practis'd on her with foul charms;
Abus'd her delicate youth with drugs, or minerals,
That waken motion:-I'll have it disputed on:
"Tis probable, and palpable to thinking.
I therefore apprehend and do attach thee,
For an abuser of the world, a practiser
Of arts inhibited and out of warrant:-
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
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 any of my brothers of the state,

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 sume. A Council-chamber.

The DUKE and Senators, sitting at a Table; Officers attending.

Duke. There is no composition in these news, That gives them credit.

The senate hath sent about three several quests,

To search you out.
Oth.
I will but spend a word here in the house,

And go with you.

Cas.

"Tis well I am found by you.

[Exit.

Ancient, what makes he here? lago. 'Faith, he to-night hath boarded a land carac; If it prove lawful prize, he's made for ever.

Cas. I do not understand.

lago. Cas.

Re-enter OTHELLO.

Iago. Marry, to-Come, captain, will you go?
Oth.

Have with you.

Cas. Here comes another troop to seek for you.

Enter BRABANTIO, RODERIGO, and Officers of Night, with Torches and Weapons.

Iago. It is Brabantio:-general, be advis'd; He comes to bad intent.

Holla! stand there!

Down with him, thief! [They Draw on both sides.

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,
Than with your weapons.
[daughter?
Bra. O thou foul thief, where hast thou stow'd my
Damn'd as thou art, thou hast enchanted her;
For I'll refer me to all things of sense,
If she in chains of magic were not bound,
Whether a maid-so tender, fair, and happy;
So opposite to marriage, that she shunu'd
The wealthy curled darlings of our nation,-
Would ever have, to incur a general mock,
Run from her guardage to the sooty bosom
Of such a thing as thou: to fear, not to delight.
Judge me the world, if 'tis not gross in sense,

That thou hast practis'd on her with foul charms;
Abus'd her delicate youth with drugs, or minerals,
That waken motion:-I'll have it disputed on:
"Tis probable, and palpable to thinking.
I therefore apprehend and do attach thee,
For an abuser of the world, a practiser
Of arts inhibited and out of warrant:-
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
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 any of my brothers of the state,

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; 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 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 aim 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.

Sail. [Within] What ho! what ho! what ho!

Enter an Officer, with a Sailor.

Off. A messenger from the galleys.
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.

This cannot be,

By no assay of reason; 'tis a pageant,
To keep us in false gaze: When we consider
The importancy of Cyprus to the Turk;
And let ourselves again but understand,
That, as it more concerns the Turk than Rhodes,
So may be with more facile question bear it,
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, Off. Here is more news.

Enter a Messenger.

Mess. The Ottomites, reverend and gracious,