Iago. Despise me, if I do not. Three great ones of the city, In personal suit to make me his lieutenant, My mediators; for, certes,' says he, Forsooth, a great arithmetician, A fellow almost damn'd in a fair wife; More than a spinster; unless the bookish theoric, (1) Saluted. 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, I Rod. I would not follow him then. Whip me such honest knaves: Others there are, their coats, Do themselves homage: these fellows have some soul; And such a one do I profess myself. It is as sure as you are Roderigo, (5) Theory. (2) Circumlocution. (3) Certainly. (4) For wife some read life, supposing it to al-sums with counters. lude to the denunciation in the Gospel, wo unto you! when all men shall speak well of you. (8) Related. (9) Outward show of civility. Rod. What a full fortune does the thick lips owe,' Rod. Here is her father's house; I'll call aloud. As when, by night and negligence, the fire Rod. What, ho! Brabantio! signior Brabantio, ho! Iago. Awake! what, ho! Brabantio! thieves! Look to your house, your daughter, and your bags! Brabantio, above, at a window. Iago. You are a senator. Bra. This thou shalt answer: I know thee, Rod. Sir, I will answer any thing. But I be If't be your pleasure, and most wise consent 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? lago. Are your doors lock'd? Your heart is burst, you have lost half your soul; Bra. What, have you lost your wits? Bra. Not I; What are you? Rod. My name is-Roderigo. Bra. The worse welcome: Rod. Sir, sir, sir, sir,- But thou must needs be sure, Patience, good sir. Rod. My house is not a grange.4 Let loose on me the justice of the state Bra. Strike on the tinder ho! 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; How didst thou know 'twas she? O, thou deceiv'st me Rod. Most grave Brabantio, In simple and pure soul I come to you. Iago. Zounds, sir, you are one of those, that will Past thought!-What said she to you?-Get more Because we tapers; not serve God, if the devil bid you. Rod. Truly, I think, they are. come to do you service, you think we are ruffians: Raise all my kindred,-Are they married think you? 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. O heaven!-How got she out!-O treason 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 her! Some one way, some another.-Do you know Bra. Pray you, lead on. At every house I'll call ; [Exeunt. SCENE II.-The same. Another street. Enter Othello, Iago, and Attendants. Iago. Though in the trade of war I have slain men, Yet do I hold it very stuff o'the conscience, Iago. Marry, to-Come, captain, will you go? I had thought to have verk'd him here under the ribs. Enter Brabantio, Roderigo, and Officers of night, Oth. 'Tis better as it is. Iago. Nay, but he prated, And spoke such scurvy and provoking terms Against your honour, That, with the little godliness I have, I did full hard forbear him. But, I pray, sir, Oth. Let him do his spite: My services, which I have done the signiory, Shall out-tongue his complaints. 'Tis yet to know (Which, when I know that boasting is an honour, I shall promulgate,) I fetch my life and being From men of royal siege;2 and my demerits May speak, unbonneted, to as proud a fortune As this that I have reach'd: For know, Iago, But that I love the gentle Desdemona, I would not my unhoused' free condition Put into circumscription and confine For the sea's worth. But, look! what lights come yonder? Enter Cassio, at a distance, and certain Officers with torches. Iago. These 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? Jago. By Janus, I think no. Oth. The servants of the duke, and my lieutenant. The goodness of the night upon you, friends! What is the news? Cas. The duke does greet you, general And he requires your haste-post-haste appearance, Even on the instant. Oth. What is the matter, think you? Cas. Something from Cyprus, as 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, rais'd, and met, with torches and weapons. Iago. It is Brabantio:-general, be advis'd; He comes to bad intent. 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: 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? To prison': till fit time Of law, and course of direct session, Call thee to answer. Bra. 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, Are at the duke's already: You have been hotly The duke's in council; and your noble self, Bra. How! the duke in council!! 1 Sen. Here comes Brabantio, and the valiant In this time of the night!-Bring him away: Enter Brabantio, Othello, Iago, Roderigo, and Duke. Valiant Othello, we must straight employ you [To Brabantia [Exeunt. Against the general enemy Ottoman. SCENE III.-The same. A council-chamber. I did not see you; welcome, gentle signior ; The Duke, and Senators, sitting at a table; Of We lack'd your counsel and your help to-night. ficers attending. Bra. So did I yours: Good your grace, pardon 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. Why, what's the matter? Bra. My daughter! O, my daughter! Dead? Ay, to me; Sen. Bra. She is abus'd, stol'n from me and corrupted Sailor. [Within.] What ho! what ho! what ho! For nature so preposterously to err, Enter an Officer, with a Sailor. Off. A messenger from the galleys. Duke. Now? the business? Being not deficient, blind or lame of sense, Duke. Whoe'er he be, that, in this foul pro- Sail. The Turkish preparation makes for Rhodes; Hath thus beguil'd your daughter of herself, 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, That Rhodes is dress'd in :-if we make thought of this, We must not think, the Turk is so unskilful, Enter a Messenger. Bra. Nothing but, this is so. Oth. Most potent, grave, and reverend signiors, I will a round unvarnish'd tale deliver What conjuration, and what mighty magic |