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And I, (God bless the mark!) his Moorship's ancient.
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,
Whether I in any just term am affin'd •
Rod. I would not follow him then.
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,
For when my outward action doth demonstrate
Iago. Call up her father,
Being full of supper and distempering draughts
Rod. Sir, Sir, Sir, Sir,
Bra. But thou must needs be sure,
My spirit and my place have in them power
Rod. Patience, good Sir.
Bra. What tell'st thou me of robbing? this is Venice;
My house is not a grange.
Rod. Most grave Brabantio,
In simple and pure soul I come to you.
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, 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 geunets for germans.
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.
Jago. You are--a senator.
Bra. This thou shalt answer: I know thee Roderigo.
Rod. Sir, I will answer any thing. But I be
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 kins-That from the sense of all civility, [ence :
Rouse him; make after him, poison his delight, Proclaim him in the streets; incense her men,
And, though he in a fertile climate dwell,
Rod. Here is her father's house: I'll call
Jago. 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 !
[bags! Look to your house, your daughter, and your Thieves! thieves!
BRABANTIO, above, at a Window. Bra. What is the reason of this terrible sumWhat is the matter there? [mons?
Rod. Signior, is all your family within? lago. Are your doors lock'd ? Bra. Why? wherefore ask you this? Jago. 'Zounds, Sir, you are robb'd; for shame, put on your gown ; [soul; Your heart is burst, you have lost half your Even now, very now, an old black ram Is tupping your white ewe. Arise, arise; Awake the snorting citizens with the bell, Or else the devil will make a grandsire of you: Arise, I say.
Bra, What, have you lost your wits? Rod. Most reverend signior, do you know my voice ?
Bra. Not 1; What are you?
If thus would play and trifle with your reverYour daughter, if you have not given her leave,
I say again, hath made a gross revolt;
Bra. Strike on the tinder, ho!
[Exit from above. Iago. Farewell; for I must leave you : It seems not meet, nor wholesome to my place, To be produc'd (as, if I stay, I shall,) Against the Moor: For, I do know, the state, However this may gall him with some check, Cannot with safety cast him; for he's embark'd With such loud reason to the Cyprus' wars, (Which even now stand in act,) that, for their souls,
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;
• A lone farm house. sons.
Enter below, BRABANTIO, and Servants with Torches.
Bra. It is too true an evil: gone she is: And what's to come of my despised time, Is nought but bitterness.-Now, Roderigo, Where didst thou see her?-O unhappy girl!With the Moor, say'st thou ?-Who would be a father 1
How didst thou know 'twas she? O thou deceiv'st me
Past thought! What said she to you 1-Get more tapers; [you ? Raise all my kindred.-Are they married think Rod. Truly, I think, they are.
Bra. O heaven!-How got she out!-O trea
son of the blood!
Fathers, from hence trust not your daughters'
By what you see them act.-Are there not charms By which the property of youth and maidhood May be abus'd? Have you not read, Roderigo, Of some such thing?
Rod. Yes, Sir; I have indeed.
Bra. Call up my brother.-O that you had had her ?
Some one way, some another.-Do you know
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!
SCENE II.-The same.-Another Street.
Oth. 'Tis better as it is.
lago. 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, Sir,
Oth. Let him do his spite :
I would not my unhoused free condition
The goodness of the night upon you, friends!
Cas. The duke does greet you, general;
Oth. What is the matter, think you?
Cas. Something from Cyprus, as I may divine; It is a business of some heat: The gallies Have sent a dozen sequent messengers This very night at one another's heels; And many of the consuls, rais'd, and met, Are at the duke's already: You have been hotly
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.
I will but spend a word here in the house.
Cas. Ancient, what makes me here ?
Iago. Marry, to-Come, captain, will you go? Oth. Have with you.
Cas. Here comes another troop to seek for you.
Oth. Holla! stand there !
[They draw on both sides. Iago. You, Roderigo! come, Sir, I am for you, Oth. Keep up your bright swords, for the dew [years,
will rust them.
Good signior, you shall more command with 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:
That waken motion: I'll have it disputed on;
Oth. Hold your hands,
Both you of my inclining, and the rest:
For the sea's worth. But, look! what lights come 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,
Oth. What if I do obey?
How may the duke be therewith satisfied;
Off. "Tis true, most worthy signior,
Bra. How! the duke in council!
In this time of the night !-Bring him away:
Duke. There is no composition in these
1 Sen. Indeed, they are disproportion'd; My letters say, a hundred and seven gallies. 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 judg.
I do not so secure me in the error,
But the main article I do approve,
In fearful sense.
She is abus'd, stolen from me, and corrupted
Being not deficient, blind, or lame of sense,
Duke. Whoe'er he be, that in this foul pro-
Hath thus beguil'd your daughter of herself,
Sailor. [Within.] What ho! what ho! what You shall yourself read in the bitter letter,
Enter an OFFICER, with a SAILOR.
Of. A messenger from the gallies.
Sailor. The Turkish preparation makes for
So was I bid report here to the state,
Duke. How say you by this change?
1 Sen. This cannot be,
By no assay of reason; 'tis pageant,
To keep us in false gaze: When we consider
That Rhodes is dress'd in :-if we make thought
We must not think the Turk is so unskilful,
After your own sense; yea, though our proper
My very noble and approv'd good masters,
And little bless'd with the set phrase of peace ;
Duke. Nay, in all confidence, he's not for And little of this great world can I speak,
Have there injointed them with an after fleet.
Mess. Of thirty sail: and now do they restem Their backward course, bearing with frank ap[tano,
Their purposes toward Cyprus.-Signior Mon-
Duke. "Tis certain then for Cyprus.-
Duke. Write from us; wish him post-posthaste despatch.
1 Sen. Here comes Brabantio, with the valiant Moor.
L. e. Our offices of state will be filled by the pa gans and bond-slaves of Africa. + Concordancy. Less opposition. State of defence
More than pertains to feats of broil and battle;
In speaking for myself: Yet, by your gracious
I will a round unvarnish'd tale deliver
What conjuration, aud what mighty magic,
of spirit so still and quiet, that her motion
Bra. A maiden never bold;
Of years, of country, credit, every thing.-
Or with some dram conjur❜d to this effect,
Duke. To vouch this, is no proof;
Without more certain and more overt-test,
Did you by indirect and forced courses
Or came it by request, and such fair question As soul to soul affordeth?
Oth. I do beseech you,
Send for the lady to the Sagittary, ‡
And let her speak of me before her father:
If you do find me fout in her report,
Duke. Fetch Desdemona hither.
Oth. Ancient, conduct them; you best know the place.
[Exeunt IAGO and Attendants. And, till she come, as truly as to heaven I do confess the vices of my blood, So justly to your grave ears I'll present How I did thrive in this fair lady's love, And she in mine.
Duke. Say it, Othello.
Oth. Her father lov'd me; oft invited me;
I ran it through, even from my boyish days,
It was my hint to speak, such was the process
Would Desdemona seriously incline: [thence;
To draw from her a prayer of earnest heart,
Take up this mangled matter at the best :
Bra. I pray you, hear her speak;
Do you perceive in all this noble company,
Des. My noble father,
I do perceive here a divided duty :
To you, I am bound for life and education;
And so much duty as my mother show'd
Bra. God be with you !-I have done :-
I here do give thee that with all my heart, Which, but thou hast already, with all my heart [jewel, I would keep from thee. For your sake, I am glad at soul I have no other child; For thy escape would teach me tyranny, To hang clogs on them.-I have done, my lord. Duke. Let me speak like yourself; and lay a sentence, [lovers Which as a grise, † or step, may help these Into your favours.
When remedies are past, the griefs are ended, By seeing the worst, which late on hopes depended.
To mourn a mischief that is past and gone,
He robs himself, that spends a bootless grief.
These sentences, to sugar, or to gall,
I humbly beseech you, proceed to the affairs of pass-state.
Duke. The Turk with a most mighty preparation makes for Cyprus :-Othello, the fortitude of the place is best known to you: And though we have there a substitute of most allowed sufficiency, yet opinion, a sovereign mistress of effects, throws a more safer voice on you you must therefore be content to slubber § the gloss of your new fortunes with this more stubborn and boisterous expedition.
Oth. The tyrant custom, most grave senators,
I find in hardness; and do undertake