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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 embarked
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,

To lead their business; in which regard,
Though I do hate him as I do hell-pains,
Yet, for necessity of present life,

I must show out a flag and sign of love,

Which is, indeed, but sign. That you shall surely find


Lead to the Sagittary the raised search;

And there will I be with him. So, farewell.


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?-0, unhappy girl!With the Moor, say'st thou ?-Who would be a father?How didst thou know 'twas she? O, thou deceiv'st me Past thought!--What said she to you?-Get more tapers; Raise all my kindred.-Are they married, think you? Rod. Truly, I think they are.

Bra. O Heaven!-How got she out?-O treason of the blood!

Fathers, from hence trust not your daughters' minds
By what you see them act.-Is there not charms,
By which the property of youth and maidhood
May be abused? Have you not read, Roderigo,
Of some such thing?


Yes, sir; I have, indeed.

Bra. Call up my brother.- O that you had had her!—

Some one way, some another.-Do you know

Where we may apprehend her and the Moor?

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!

And raise some special officers of night.

On, good Roderigo; -- I'll deserve your pains. [Exeunt.

Another Street.

SCENE II. The same.

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,

To do no contrived murder; I lack iniquity

Sometimes, to do me service. Nine or ten times

I had thought to have yerked him here under the ribs. Oth. 'Tis better as it is.


Nay, but he prated, And spoke such scurvy and provoking terms Against your honor,

That, with the little godliness I have,

I did full hard forbear him. But, I pray, sir,
Are you fast married? for, be assured of this,-
That the magnifico is much beloved;

And hath, in his effect, a voice potential
As double as the duke's. He will divorce you;
Or put upon you what restraint and grievance
The law (with all his might, to enforce it on)
Will give him cable.

Let him do his spite;
My services, which I have done the seignory,
Shall out-tongue his complaints. 'Tis yet to know,
(Which, when I know that boasting is an honor,
I shall promulgate,) I fetch my life and being
From men of royal siege; and my demerits
May speak, unbonneted, to as proud a fortune
As this that I have reached. 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


Iago. These are the raised father, and his friends. You were best go in.


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.

Oth. The servants of the duke, and my lieutenant.

The goodness of the night upon you, friends!

What is the news?


The duke does greet you, general;

And he requires your haste, post-haste appearance,
Even on the instant.


What is the matter, think you?

Cas. Something from Cyprus, as I may devine;

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,

Are at the duke's already. You have been hotly called for; When, being not at your lodging to be found,

The senate hath sent about three several quests,

To search you out.


I will but spend a

'Tis well I am found by you.

word here in the house,


And go with you.
Ancient, what makes he here?
Iago. 'Faith, he to-night hath boarded a land carrack:
If it prove lawful prize, he's made forever.

Cas. I do not understand.


He's married.

To who?

Re-enter OTHELLO.

Tago. Marry, to-come, captain, will you go?

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 advised;

He comes to bad intent.


Rod. Seignior, it is the Moor.


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


Good seignior, you shall more command with years,
Than with your weapons.

Bra. O thou foul thief, where hast thou stowed my daughter?

Damned 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 shunned
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 practised on her with foul charms;
Abused 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.


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.

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?


'Tis true, most worthy seignior,

The duke's in council; and your noble self,
I am sure, is sent for.

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.


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 disproportioned;

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.

Sailor. [Within.] What, ho! what, ho! what, ho!

Enter an Officer with a Sailor.

Off. A messenger from the galleys.


Now; the business?

Sailor. The Turkish preparation makes for Rhodes; So was I bid report here to the state,

By seignior 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 he with more facile question bear it,
For that it stands not in such warlike brace,

But altogether lacks the abilities

That Rhodes is dressed 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.

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